The Final Chapter of the Humiliation at the Hands of my Best Friend and Wife.

[torontocuck]

The first eight parts are here: Parts one, two, three, four, five, part six, part seven and part eight.

I was having nightmares about my wife, Laryssa preferring to spend time with my best friend, Andrew, instead of me. As time had passed, I had accepted my fate, my defeat, at the hands of Andrew, who was now my bully. Perhaps what people were saying about me these days were true: he was never my best friend, as I perceived him. Maybe he really was my bully, and now he'd made the ultimate wimp out of me. I mean, even when we were 'friends', I never really beat him at anything: he always made me look bad. In a game, in a play-fight, in front of my friends, in front of my wife...Andrew always took every opportunity to make me look like a loser. I had always thought that was his way of trying to convince himself that he wasn't the neighbourhood loser, and assumed my friends felt the same way, since they always questioned why I kept him around. But as time progressed, what was the status quo, the reality THESE days was what Andrew had been saying all along.

He took my job. He stole my wife. He gained my friends and he inherited my money.

I still had not really caught Andrew and Laryssa in the act in any way, I had on real proof that they were sleeping together. I had just went on what the word on the street was, what people were saying, and as bad as things were for me, the thought of my wife fucking my bully made me as hard as steel. The thought of them humiliating me right under my nose made me jerk off more times lately than I had all year. The fact that my wife was potentially putting her sweet, pouty, beautiful lips on my best friend's thick cock and licking his huge, smooth balls - and never ever did that for me - made me insanely jealous and horny in ways I never imagined.

So I accepted my fate.

I tried to spy on them together, waited outside their work, but never saw anything except both of them walking out of the building, getting in my old Ferrari, Andrew driving. I sat in the park and watched them in the window of my favorite restaurant eating together, feeding each other occasionally. I saw them once going into a movie theatre, following them inside and sitting behind them rows away. I didn't have my glasses on, and the theatre was too dark, but I didn't see Laryssa's head during 20 minutes of the movie. Just Andrew leaning his head back and at one point groaning so the other 5 people in the theatre could hear him. I saw them come home together, in my old house, but the blinds were always closed in the bedroom.

Andrew was nice enough to agree to meet with me in my old office at work, and I had asked him very professionally if he had any positions opened. I pitched what an asset I was to the company, and promised him I would be on my best behavior. Mind you, grovelling to the guy who took everything from me was beyond humiliating, but at the same time, I wanted my life back. Andrew took great satisfaction in watching me squirm in front of him, interviewing me like I was an intern. After 20 minutes of torture, he leveled with me: he would happily give me the same position I got for him when I had his job: an intern position, starting in the mailroom. There were only 3 conditions:

1: I had to tell Laryssa that I liked to sniff Andrew's underwear.
2: I had to say the name of Andrew's girlfriend.
3: I had to get on my knees and kiss Andrew's foot.

I agreed to all three. I really wanted back into the company, and felt I could somehow pull some strings to get Andrew out and get me back on top. Plus, I was at rock bottom, career wise: cleaning jizz of a porno-bar floor. Andrew laughed as he paged for Laryssa to come in so I could make my "confession" to her (I wasn't a sniffer of anything, but if that's what I needed to say in order to get my foot in the door, so be it).

Andrew got up and grabbed my shirt, violently tugging me face to face with him.

"Say my girlfriend's name." he said with a smirk.
"Lar....La....Larys..." I stumbled.
"Say it. Say her name."
"I...I can't, Andrew."
"Say her name or get the fuck out."
"I can't say it. I can't admit it. I can't!"
"Get out."
"Laryssa." I whispered, so he could barely hear it.
"What was that, wimp? I didn't hear you." I sighed and looked up at him. Andrew sat on his desk and pulled off is shoe, telling me to slide his sock off. "The next word out of your mouth better be the name of the girl I am fucking the living shit out of every single day. The same girl who blows me because she worships the ground I walk on. The girl I fucked in my bed while you lay beside us in the next room. Say. Her. Name." He then stuck his foot in my face.

"Laryssa". I said loudly. I grabbed his foot and placed my mouth directly on the base of his foot, giving it a big smooch. From the corner of my eye, I could see my wife walking in on us as I did it, then looked back at Andrew, who was laughing uncontrollably.

"Wow. Wow!" Andrew said after his tirade of laughter ended, still trying to catch his breath. "I can't believe you. You are one pathetic piece of shit, you know that?" he said as Laryssa walked closer and sat beside him on his desk. He turned to her and said "Not only is your husband a needle-dick, he's a paranoid, piss-drinking, underwear-sniffing, foot-kissing wimp too."

Andrew put his sock back on and whispered in my ear. The name you were looking for was "Christina".

I went wide-eyed. "From accounting?!?! That's who your girlfriend is?!" I screamed. Laryssa looked down as I said that, and Andrew walked away. My wife pulled me to my feet and told me she felt bad for me these last few weeks, and wanted to help me get my life back on track. She didn't want to stay married to a loser, and realized that while she helped Andrew become the neighbourhood superstar, it was all at my expense, which he felt really guilty about. She said the last few weeks with Andrew were incredibly fun, because it was a game - just her being associated with him, being a woman of prestige, and the hottest woman in town, Andrew made a name for himself. But she then confessed once he became as popular as he was, it started to get to his head, and he started to take it all for granted, and that's when she came to her senses.

This was a huge weight off my shoulders. So all this time, Andrew wasn't fucking my wife. It really WAS all in my head! All of it!

I hugged my wife tightly and thanked her - I realized she was a big part of my downfall, and while I blamed it all on Andrew, I told her I forgave her. I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her face, so that I hit her cheek. This startled me, and I asked her what was wrong. She got up from the desk and walked around, telling me that the specific part of when she realized she took Andrew's ascension too far was when he started fucking Christina from accounting. I didn't need to look far to see where she was going with this.

My wife walked back to me and said she realized she was jealous of Christina.

Because while she was hanging out with Andrew these last few weeks, she had fallen head over heels in love.

With Andrew.

END

[Razor]

You borrowed much of this from an incredible literotica cuckold series. Search that site for andrew, cuckold, should be able to find it. The ones on literotica are a bit more detailed, don't seem as rushed as what you've written here.

BUT, i stiill give you big props for this. What separates yours here is the presence of the office domination, he took your job and all that. That is SOOO humiliating, I LOVE workplace domination, and it's something that you just don't see enough of.

[torontocuck]

Originally Posted by Razor

You borrowed much of this from an incredible literotica cuckold series. Search that site for andrew, cuckold, should be able to find it. The ones on literotica are a bit more detailed, don't seem as rushed as what you've written here.

BUT, i stiill give you big props for this. What separates yours here is the presence of the office domination, he took your job and all that. That is SOOO humiliating, I LOVE workplace domination, and it's something that you just don't see enough of.

You're right - I am Tripleg24, I'm the same author. I just decided to revisit the fantasy and have a little fun with it.

[Razor]

Seriously? You're him? If you're not just yanking my chain, then I owe you a HUGE thank you. You've created some of the greatest, perhaps THE greatest cuckold/humiliation stories on the net.

[torontocuck]

Originally Posted by Razor

Seriously? You're him? If you're not just yanking my chain, then I owe you a HUGE thank you. You've created some of the greatest, perhaps THE greatest cuckold/humiliation stories on the net.

Thanks brother. Yup, I'm the one and only, and its always nice to hear from a fan. Who knew I could build a fan-following just by typing out what went on in my head when I had a hard-on.