The Third Wheel

THE THIRD WHEEL Preface: This is another variation on the Andrew and Laryssa saga, and none of it is true. So once again, no mail to me about how I should have handled it. This is just me having fun with my favorite theme. I never should have let things spiral out of control the way they had, but part of me wanted to...part of me liked being a lackey for my best friend-turned bully. Andrew was the kid brother of a mutual friend of my wife, Laryssa, and I. He would tag along with us wherever we went, be it movies our just hanging out with our friends. My friends couldn't stand him, and my wife hated him. Still, Andrew was a loyal companion, following me around wherever I went. The only drawback for me was that he could only communicate with negatives, usually putting me down in front of my friends and wife to make himself look better. My friend and wife hated that about him, but it ultimately proved to be one of my downfalls the more Andrew hammered it home. It was often joked that Laryssa was way to hot for me, and I'll admit, I was lucky to get her. We were both wealthy, she ran her own company, had her own money, and really wore the pants in the relationship. She was often referred to as the hottest girl in the neighbourhood, and still in her 20s. I was in my early 30s, still suffering from acne scars, but trying to compensate for my looks by working out. I worked too, but wasn't half as successful as my wife. Andrew, on the other hand, worked where he could find it, but I found myself supporting him with cigarettes and spending money out of pity, which he had no trouble taking. I once told my wife in bed that I wished I had Andrew's looks, because he didn't have the acne scars I did, had no blemishes at all really. He was stronger than I was too, often beating me up whenever we play fought, something that he liked to do whenever my friend and wife were around. I never should have told my wife that I thought he was better looking than I was, because she told me a few days later that I was right - he was really cute. It bothered me that she said that to me, days later I brought it up, to boot, because it meant that she was thinking about him in a way that made me uncomfortable. It also bothered me because the thought of my wife thinking about my best friend in a sexual way gave me a raging hard on. I beat off multiple times over the week thinking about my wife and my best friend in ways I should never have entertained. I came back from a business trip a few weeks later and was kind of irked that Andrew and Laryssa had been spending some time together while I was gone - neither of them told me, rather my friends had told me to watch out for him, suggesting he had bad intentions towards my wife's fidelity. I didn't bring it up again, but caught my wife and Andrew cuddled up on my loveseat at home when I came home from work one afternoon, whispering to each other and laughing, completely oblivious to my presence. I cleared my throat and both of them took notice of me, their happiness changing to dread. Andrew excused himself and play-slapped me on the cheek a few times before leaving. Andrew and I barely had contact over the next while, but he and my wife were texting each other like crazy instead. My jealousy grew when my friend, Rob and his girlfriend got tickets to a sold-out concert for my wife, and, right in front of me, instead of giving the extra ticket to me - her husband- Rob gave the ticket to Andrew instead, hi-fiving him in the process. Days later, I saw pictures of the concert via Facebook on Rob's girlfriend's account, including my wife with her arms around Andrew's neck, and his arms around her waist, embracing, their lips an inch apart. I was becoming the third wheel in both my marriage and my friend's social outings. Andrew had replaced me as Laryssa's companion everywhere she went, I was never invited out anymore by them or with her - she just took Andrew everywhere and it was never questioned. She talked about him a lot when we were alone, but she became more of my roommate then her husband. I even stopped touching her in bed because she was "saving herself for something special". I got fired from my job not long afterwards and took to drinking. I was making quite a fool out of myself publicly, telling everyone who would listen at bars about my troubled marriage, my job, and my so-called best-friend. One particular day, though, was the beginning of the end: I had started drinking at the local pub at 5, and by 9, I was plastered. Turing to go home, I saw my friends at a table, including Andrew and Laryssa, who all saw me. For whatever reason, I decided to attack Andrew physically in my drunken state, but it was hardly an attack. Andrew punched me in the stomach and I fell to his feet. I got on my knees and looked up at him and he smirked at me, his eyes then meeting Laryssa's and winking at her. Andrew grabbed me by the collar and told the bartender he'd "take care of the drunk", flinging me outside and throwing me against the wall. I slid down, hammered as fuck, my mouth open, and a stream of piss bounced off my lip...in my hair, on my face...Andrew's thick rope of piss coming at me full force. He zipped up and went back inside to make the best of his night, no doubt telling them what he just did to me. I sobered up at home and waited for Laryssa all night, but she never came home. When she finally did the next morning, I confronted her about where she spent the night, and was enraged that she "spent the night in the arms of a real man", which really felt like a punch in the stomach. She softened the blow by telling me that "nothing happened, though...as much as I wanted it to". This broke my heart, and instead of making a mature decision, I retaliated, child-like, by telling her that "at least I have a bigger cock than he does" and walked away. "We'll see." she muttered under her breath, but loud enough for me to hear. It really bothered me that she made that comment. It was abundantly clear to me that, at this point, even though she said nothing happened between them sexually, my wife gave it tremendous thought. I don't know what possessed me to do this, but I decided to invite Andrew over, bypassing the events that had transpired over the last few weeks, in hopes of putting all of it behind us. The night turned into a nightmare though. I was the third wheel all night, making dinner for Andrew and Laryssa while they flirted on the couch, feeding each other appetizers, Laryssa sucking sauce off his fingers. I kept trying to inject myself into their private conversations at the dinner table, but Andrew just kept making me look stupid by making my responses sound juvenile. I ended up clean-up while Andrew and Laryssa retreated into my bedroom and closed the door. I barged into the bedroom after throwing a private temper tantrum while doing the dishes and saw Andrew lying on his back, Laryssa lying in his arms, her hands caressing his his chest, her lips in his ears, his smirk at me hitting me like daggers. "She told me," he said to me. "She told me you wished you looked like me, and now you think you have more meat than I do, too?" he said with a smile. Andrew got up and faced me, eye to eye. "You'll never be like me. Laryssa got off the bed and pulled out a ruler. "Let's do this, just for fun." she said, all giddy. With my eyes locked on Andrew's, Laryssa got on her knees and pulled my jogging pants down, revealing an average 6". Her face remained unchanged, but suddenly she smiled and looked up at Andrew and slowly unbuckled his belt. Andrew shoved me out of the way with the back of his forearm and raised his eyebrow. "You're in trouble now!" he said as my wife unzipped his fly and slowly pulled his jeans down. The aroma of his package hit the room strongly, he really did smell like a real man. Andrew stood tall and triumphant as my wife's jaw hit the ground - Andrew's beer-can thick 11" hit her on the face and rested on her lips, his hairless grapefruit-sized sack being held by her tiny hands. I closed my eyes and walked out of the room a defeated man. I didn't come home that night, spending the night at a friend's. The next day went by and Laryssa and Andrew treated me as if the night never happened. I don't know what happened with them after I left the house, nor did I want to know. Andrew was nice enough to let me use his computer after mine started acting up, inviting me over, which I thought was a nice gesture. I needed to send out resumes, and I guess he didn't wish the worst on me. Laryssa was already at his place by the time I got there though, lying on his bed wearing a tight t-shirt and short-shorts. I was startled to see her there, but ignored my reaction and sat down his desk. Andrew slapped me on the head a few times before cuddling up on the bed with my wife, and the two started their flirtations again, whispering to each other but loud enough to distract me. One of the questions my wife asked my best friend was about his lack of pubic hair, and how often he shaved it, which he replied, "once a week, but I thought you might wanna help me this time?", which she accepted. They both left the room and Andrew told me that if I needed him, he'd "be in the other room". It was nice to get some piece and quiet from those two, and when I finished, there was utter silence in the apartment. I crept up closer to the sound of an electric shaver coming from the bathroom, and saw my wife on her knees in front of Andrew, who was standing above the toilet, legs spread. My wife was slowly shaving the curves of Andrew's enormous ballsack with one hand, the other hand cupping them. Andrew had his head back, his big hands entwined in my wife's long hair, both hands grabbing a handful. His big fat cock was resting on her lips, the head on her bottom lip, and when they noticed me standing there, both turned their heads towards me, a stream of pre-cum attached from Andrew's dick to my wife's bottom lip. Andrew smiled and winked at me, gave me the finger, and I turned and left, once again, the third wheel. 4656 1.25/512345