My Ultimate Humiliation at the Hands of my Best Friend and my Wife

[torontocuck]

HEADS UP: Parts one, two, three, four and five are key chapters you should read before this one.

The entire week was a nightmare for me. It made no logical sense. My best friend, Andrew, a guy who was an absolute zero aside from his tagging along with me, was made Executive Manager of my company. He was only working in the same company as me because I managed to get him an entry-level position in the first place! My wife, Laryssa, who was named acting-CEO of the company, appointed him to the position after creating it, making Andrew my superior. Turns out my training Andrew was just so he could familiarize himself with the company's routine.

Gossip ran rampant throughout the entire organization - it wasn't rocket science, Andrew didn't deserve the position he was awarded, and he was seen everywhere being questionably friendly with my wife. I couldn't take a leak without some of the guys talking about how hard Andrew must be banging my wife in order to make him the guy in charge. I'd go to the cafeteria, and the women would be talking about how huge Andrew's cock must be in order to make my wife the top dog. I'd go outside just to get some air, and the interns on their smoke-breaks would be talking about how "that Andrew dude is the fuckin' man!".

It was so humiliating. Thank god most of the company had no idea I was the guy Laryssa was married to.

We had a gym in the building, which I made use of. Laryssa decided it would be a good idea to get Andrew into shape, and I told her I wasn't interested in training him. She laughed and said she was going to train him herself, which again got my heart racing. It was his first day at the gym and he was working himself into a sweat, drenched in his own stink. I watched from afar as their body contact got heavier and more frequent. She squeezed his stomach during his sit-ups, she held his hips as he squatted. She even got on her knees and tied up his laces when they became undone. It was that moment that Susie from accounting came up to me and said "Don't they look cute together?".

"Excuse me?" I asked.
"The boss and and the CEO...I know they're our superiors, but they are just too adorable. You can just feel how much they want each other." she said, watching them without blinking.
"You know what I heard?" Annette from legal said on my other side. "I heard that she's not even separated from her husband yet. I heard he even works in the same building!".
"Wow!" Susie yelped. "How does he not know about this?"
"If he does," Annette replied, "He's either avoiding it, or he's just to stupid to notice.".

I closed my eyes and walked away. Everyone was talking about my wife and my best friend, but I never actually saw them doing anything a couple would. So they hang out without me - she hasn't denied trying to help out my friend living up to his potential. If I confronted them about what people were saying, and if it wasn't true, how could I ever face my wife without coming across as a paranoid jealous husband? And how could I ever face my best friend without living it down? I questioned what the next move would be as I watched Laryssa stretch Andrew, post-workout. I walked over to them as she stretched his arm, lifting it above her head, smelling it and smiling at him, which made him laugh, his finger tracing her lips.

"Looks like we can work out a sweat outside of your bedroom too!" she said to Andrew, not realizing I was standing right behind her. She turned around and faced me. "Oh!", she said to me. "I didn't see you there, honey."
"How'd the workout go guys?" I asked them. "She working you hard?" I asked Andrew with a chuckle.
"Not as hard as I work her. " he replied with a smirk, slapping my cheek again with his big right hand and walking to the water fountain.

My wife and I talked a bit about work, and I finally told her I wanted to sit down and talk about her rationale for appointing my best friend the new Executive Manager. She said I deserved to know the reason, and that the three of them would sit down and talk about it later on this week, which sounded great. After all, if I had to live with a bad call, I at least wanted to know the justification of it all.

I walked up to the changing room, seeing Andrew walk back to Laryssa from the mirror above me. His hands grabbed her hips as she embraced him, looking up at him and speaking. I couldn't tell what they were talking about, but their body language disturbed me. Whatever she said to him, he looked up and smiled. It looked like he said the word "finally", from what I could see from that far.

I sat in the changing room bench untying my shoe, and saw Andrew's gym bag on the bench in front of me. His shirt quickly fell on top of it, as Andrew himself walked in, a smirk on his face again.

"Looks like we have a date this week, buddy". Andrew said to me. He leaned in close to my ear, his sweat dripping over me. "Between you and me," he continued, "This has been a long time comin'." Andrew took off his short, his sweatsocks and shoved them in my face hard, until I couldn't breathe. Other guys from the office in the room laughed at him bullying me. "Dudes, he likes that, don't worry. I caught him sniffing my underwear last week!" he said.

"You know what Andrew," I said in anger. "Sometimes you can be a real dick, you know that? I'm the one guy who sticks up for you and sometimes you can be the biggest dick in the world to me."

Andrew walked up to me, and I expected him to shove me against the locker, but instead he pulled down his boxers. I was still sitting down on the bench, so I was face to face with his cockmeat. My jaw dropped - Andrew was HUGE. Worse, he wasn't even hard. Big, thick, and big rounded balls to boot.

"You don't know the first thing about big dicks, buddy" he said, jokingly. I couldn't take my eyes off his piece, which must have looked pretty bad, because the guys in the change room with me weren't watching Andrew, they were watching me in awe of his meat, and how stupid must I have looked with my jaw dropped and drooling at my best friend's package. Andrew took his boxers and put it on top of my head, so it looked like I was wearing a crown, before walking to the showers, stark naked. I was so angry, but what was I going to do. Now Andrew was my boss, but as much as I wanted to attack him, I had to keep my cool.

Angry, and not thinking rationally, I took his boxers off my head and blew my nose into them. Just then, Laryssa walked into the change-room (its co-ed), calling for Andrew. Instead, she saw me with Andrew's boxers up to my nose. The look on her face was like she just saw a ghost.

"So...so its true...you DO like to sniff Andrew's boxers!" she said to me.
"No, no!" I panicked. "This isn't what it looks like!" Just then Andrew came running into the room, still stark naked. "What's all the commotion?" he said. "Dude," he said to me, his meat inches away from my cheek. "What are you doing with my boxers?".
"He...he was sniffing them!" Laryssa said to Andrew, walking over to him. "Everything you said about him was true! Oh Andrew....". Laryssa signed, cuddling up in my best friend's arms.

Now here's where I lost it. I was being accused of something I didn't do, while my wife ran into my best friend's arms while he was buck naked. She wasn't phased by his nudity. Instead, she was reacting to something she should have known was out of character for me.

Why wasn't she at all responsive to Andrew's naked body?

It was almost like...she was...used to seeing it?

Oh my god. It was true.

I grabbed my bag and left the building. I didn't look behind me as I left the change-room, I didn't try to defend myself. I just left, knowing what just happened was going to spread throughout the entire building - I was going to be the laughing stock of the company. I threw my bag under my desk and headed out to the pub across the street, having a couple of pints while trying to block out what just happened. Within the hour, I got a call from Laryssa and the former CEO, Rick, demanding that I get my ass down to head office asap.

I did, walking up to the office with dread, knowing all eyes were on me, that people were whispering, pointing, giggling and gossiping about me as I passed by them. No one said hello to me.

When I got there, Andrew, Laryssa and Rick were all in the office waiting for me. Rick had said he was just putting the finishing touches on making my wife full-time CEO as his replacement, and got wind of a story that I was an underwear-sniffer, and that I was setting a bad reputation for the company. I had told him it wasn't true, but he cut me off, saying he could smell alcohol on my breath, and that it wasn't even 2pm yet. I told him I only had 2 pints, but he cut me off again and said that he can't have a guy representing his company who's not only a underwear-sniffer, but an alcoholic. Ultimately, he left the decision about my fate to my boss - Andrew.

Rick left the room, not before telling my to "straighten out my life", which really boiled me, because I didn't even get to defend myself. Laryssa didn't even make eye contact with me.

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"What makes this hard," she said softly, "is that this isn't the first time this has happened. "I don't know why you're drunk at 2pm, but when Andrew told me you sniffed our underwear, I didn't believe him. I thought he was just picking on you as he usually does, him being your bully and all."
"HE'S NOT MY BULLY!" I yelled out, realizing I was coming across as a drunk, in hindsight. "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I KEEP HIM AROUND! HE'S THE NEIGHBORHOOD LOSER! THIS CHARADE OF PUTTING HIM OVER IS RUINING ME, BABY!" I said, loud enough so the entire floor could hear me.
"Oh honey." She said to me. "If you could hear yourself now. How far you've fallen. You actually think he's your frien......You think HE' the neighbo....oh Andrew" she stopped, her head falling onto his shoulder. I watched as his big hand caressed her face. I thought she was sobbing, but looking closer at her cheeks, I realized she was, indeed, laughing. At me. Her husband. With my best friend.

Suddenly, something she said hit me. "Andrew told me you sniffed OUR underwear" was what she said to me. That day, when Andrew walked in on me sniffing the scented lipstick on the crotch of his boxers, he said the panties in my right hand, which I picked up off the floor, was his girlfriend's.

Confirmation.

Laryssa WAS Andrew's girlfriend.

It was proof.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

I sat there and watched the both of them, it was happening right in front of me and I was oblivious to it all. I must have been in denial, I must have just not wanted to admit it. Andrew stood up and looked down at me, Laryssa stayed seated and faced me. This was it: my fate in the company. Andrew opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"Andrew, before you say another word," I began. "Let me just say, 'buddy' that I--"
"Stop talking." My wife ordered. "Shut up and listen to your boss. If you wanna stay employed here, show some respect to upper management. Call him 'SIR'."
"Wha--baby" I whimpered, as Andrew smirked at me.
"Say it." She said with a dark tone. "Show us some fucking respect".
"Sir." I said to Andrew, trying to ignore the darkness in my wife's voice.
"Say it like you mean it. "She said to me. "Address him with the proper respect and manner you should be showing your superior."
"Sir." I said to my best friend, looking down.
"Apologize to him for your behavior" she ordered.
"I'm sorry sir." I said to Andrew, looking down.
"Say it again!" she screamed. I looked out the window and saw the entire office was watching. Everyone could hear us.
"I....I'm sorry sir." I said to Andrew. "It won't happen again."
"Damn right it won't" Andrew said to me, sitting back down, looking at Laryssa, who looked back at him. His big, thick thumb rubbing my wife's sweet, pouty lips. Andrew turned his attention back to me.

"Because you're fired." he said with a smirk. "Get out."