Was My Wife Worshipping Andrew Behind My Back?

[torontocuck]

Since the events of finding out my best friend, Andrew, was potentially fucking my wife, Laryssa, in my own apartment behind my back (which you can read about here), I have convinced myself that was all in my head.

My mind was playing tricks on me. After all, the ringtone that went off in Andrew's room while he was fucking his girlfriend was identical to my wife's, but it was a common ringtone. Okay, the ringtone was a song my wife and Andrew had in common (a story they never shared with me, no matter how much I asked either one of them). And yes, my wife never came home while I was back at our house at the exact same time Andrew was fucking his girlfriend. But I never actually saw his girlfriend that day, so it was stupid to confront Andrew or Laryssa about my paranoia.

That said, I lay on the couch that evening after running out of the apartment, and could not get my hard-on to disappear. Was I turned on that Andrew was getting laid and I wasn't? Was it possible that I was jealous of my best friend, aka the neighbourhood loser? The guy everyone hated, the guy my wife and friends despised? I lay there and stroked myself, closing my eyes, and it didn't take long before I came all over myself. I whispered my wife's name as I came, panting, and when I opened my eyes, Andrew was standing there, holding a glass of water. He laughed hysterically as he walked away, shaking his head, and I almost died of embarrassment.

I walked by his bedroom to go to the washroom shortly afterwards and heard him on the phone. "You should have seen him, baby." He said to whomever was on the other end. "He was jerking off to us. I think he suspects something, and he likes it. What a douche. No, no, he said your name, he was definitely jerking off to us....and by the way, you never told me how small he was compared to me!"

Again, I dismissed this, as I didn't understand that conversation at all.

The next day I went back to the home my wife and I shared and my wife wasn't home, but much to my surprise, Andrew was. He said Laryssa gave him a key, and I was dumbfounded, as she never brought that up to me, nor did Andrew say anything about coming over to my home while we were at our apartment. As he sat in my loveseat and drank my beer, I went to the kitchen to make the three of us dinner, as Andrew said he was invited by my wife. I heard talking later, and walked out to the living room to see Laryssa sitting on the loveseat's armrest, Andrew's hand rubbing her thigh as neither one of the m broke eye contact. I gave my wife a kiss on the cheek, and she didn't even flinch - she just said "Hi honey." She then returned to her conversation with Andrew, who now had a smirk on his face.

It was a pretty boring evening after that...I sat at the table while Andrew and Laryssa chatted it up all night. I tried to interject in their conversations all night, and either Andrew dismissed my opinion altogether or belittled my responses. Laryssa giggled at his every comment towards me. I was getting a little irritated with the both of them and went to sleep early.

Laryssa crawled into bed with me much later in the evening, waking me up from a deep sleep. I tried to initiate sex put my arms around her, but she said she was tired, which kind of killed any hard-on that was coming for me. As I was close to her tho, I wondered what she was doing that made her so sweaty, her hair a mess. She had that smell that Andrew has on him all the time...not a stink, just his smell. I lay awake looking at her as she drifted off to sleep, cocked my head to the dresser and realized it was 4:00 am - I left the both of them at 11:00 pm.

I got up to get a glass of water and saw that Andrew was still there - he was zipping up his pants and let himself out afterwards. He left a post-it note on Laryssa's blackberry just before he left. I watched him get in his car and drive away from the window, then looked at the note, and my paranoia began to creep up on me again. The note read:

"My bed is softer than your bed - Needledick won't be home tomorrow, come over".

[cuckhuby]

isnt it wonderful to be humiliated like that/ you are so lucky.