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After being paranoid that my best friend, Andrew's girlfriend was in fact, my wife, Laryssa (which you can read about here), I decided confronting them was moot. I didn't want to embarrass myself, as the very idea was just ludicrous. But not long after that, Andrew came over for dinner, and my wife came to bed very late after I went to sleep early (which you can read about here).
I was feeling a wave of emotions over the next few weeks. First of all, Andrew was, to my face, my friend, a smile on his face, a confidant, my video-game partner...a guy I liked tagging along with me. Behind my back, however, my friends were persistent in warning me about him: they were telling me things like how he saw the size of my cock and how small I was compared to him (he told this story, apparently, to everyone at the local bar who would listen). My buddies were questioning my logic keeping him around, saying that he was bad news. There were also rumors about his questionable relationship with my wife, as they were being seen all over the neighbourhood together - at the bar, having dinner...which was weird, because neither one of them told me about their social outings. One of the stories going around, which I happen to hear at the urinal at the bar, was that Laryssa's head was bobbing up and down Andrew's lap at the movie theatre over the weekend, as seen from the guy sitting behind them. I thought that was the most ridiculous story of all, as neither one of them invited me to the movies. Then the lump in my throat grew when I was doing my wife's laundry and a movie ticket stub fell out her pocket. Paranoia, I told myself. It's all in my head. I drove to the apartment I shared with Andrew, knocked on his door and saw that he wasn't around. I decided to walk in and look around, specifically looking for a movie ticket in his room, hoping I wouldn't find one. I saw a photobooth strip of Andrew and Laryssa on his dresser, the kind of photos you take with a friend or lover, 4 pictures on a roll. They looked so cute together, the certainly made a better looking couple than Laryssa and I. I took the photostrip and sat on Andrew's bed, lying down on my back. My hard-on felt like steel as I unzipped, fleshed out my meat and began to stroke it. I looked at the first picture, where they were just smiling, the second picture, where Laryssa was kissing his cheek, the third picture, where they kissed lips, and the forth...the forth is where I really started beating my meat faster and faster...the forth picture Laryssa's lips in Andrew's ear, like she was whispering something. The look on Andrew's face was a smirk, looking right into the camera. I shot my wad and it landed all over my dress pants. Suddenly, laughter - Andrew, Laryssa, and my friend, Rob, were all standing at the doorway, all of them laughing at me hysterically. "Dude!" Rob shouted. "What the fuck!" "Maybe we should come back another time..." Laryssa said softly, still giggling, looking at Andrew when she said it. I looked down and her left hand was holding Andrew's right. She turned her back to me and hugged him, snuggling her face in his chest. Andrew grabbed the back her head and pushed her face in closer to him as she held him tighter. He gave her a kiss on the forehead as Rob walked away. Andrew didn't say anything. He just looked at me without blinking. He shook his head in disapproval, then he smiled. Then he winked. Then he smirked. I just about died of embarrassment as they both walked away, the three of them gossiping and giggling in the living room. I stood up and dropped the photo, bending down to pick it up, the jizz still wet on my dress pants. And as I picked it up, there, beside the photostrip, lay a movie stub. Dated the same time as the one Laryssa had in her pocket. |
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