There’s something humbling about being humiliated by your best friend and the guy who tags along with you, while your wife watches.
Laryssa is my wife. She’s a few years younger than me, gorgeous and hot, with Jessica Alba’s face and Pamela Andrerson’s body, circa the early 90s. She always has my back, at least she did, until she started spending time with Andrew.
Andrew is the kid brother of one of my buddies, James, who recently moved to another city. Andrew was a couple of years younger than Laryssa and, with no real friends of his own, always hung out with the guys and me when we went out - because James was around. With James gone, Andrew continued to hang out with me, the only person who gave him the time of day. Most people couldn’t stand talking to him, as his topics of conversation consisted of science fiction, video games, and professional wrestling. His wardrobe was nothing but WWE apparel and his appearance was not the most well-groomed - he cut his own hair, for pete’s sake.
Rob was my closest bud, but he wasn’t always. When we first met, it was through mutual friends, and he really couldn’t stand me, but as time went by and friends came and went, he and I were the constants in our circle, and we just sort of meshed together. He couldn’t have been more different from me; maybe that’s why we liked each other. He was a jock, loved sports, always had a hot girl by his side, and was boyishly cute.
Rob couldn’t stand Andrew and treated him the way he used to treat me, walking away the second Andrew entered the room, not wanting to be seen with him, let alone get caught in a conversation with the guy.
On one particular day, everything changed between the Andrew/Rob/Laryssa and myself dynamic. I had the day off, and with my wife out, I wanted to watch some porn and rub one out. The wife and I hadn’t been having sex in a while. Things kind of cooled off after marriage. In an effort to heat things up, Laryssa decided not to put out for a while, saving herself or something special. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I loved my wife and agreed to the suggestion.
It had been almost a month, and I really had to bust a nut. Just as I was about to sit down in front of the laptop, Andrew dropped by, looking to hang out. I told him it wasn’t a good time, but he just sort of walked past me, right into my apartment, and made himself comfortable. I didn’t want him to know I was about to masturbate, so I probably should have hidden the tissues beside my keyboard. I went to use the bathroom before sitting down with him, assuming he would just grab a controller and start playing some video games. Instead, when I came out, he looked through the search history on my computer. When I walked in, he leisurely got up and grabbed a controller, sitting in my seat, with a judgmental look my way. The smirk on his face told me he had discovered something about me based on my search history, but I couldn’t imagine what it was.
Rob came over spontaneously to chill out at my place, so my masturbation festivities would have to wait even longer. Rob hadn’t realized Andrew was also over. Not knowing whether he should stay or leave, I encouraged him to stay, despite Andrew’s presence. I figured if anything, Andrew would leave, sensing Rob’s discomfort, but he did no such thing. I talked to them both, but never as part of one conversation, just separately, and that’s how things went until Rob, Andrew, and I were all playing a particular video game against each other.
Andrew was trying to eliminate me from the game, as was Rob. Realizing they were doing the same thing, the two laughed while I threw a hissy fit, getting killed in the game and eventually eliminated. Rob and Andrew high-fived, and just like that, Rob had no animosity towards my tag-along friend. I sat and pouted while they made small talk, leaving me out of the conversation.
Andrew had a glass of milk on the floor and, lost in the video game, accidentally kicked it over with his foot. What pissed me off is that he did not attempt to clean up his own mess. He just kept playing the game! Rob noticed and laughed at Andrew’s indifference towards the mess he made on my floor, and when I scrambled to get a rag to wipe up the mess, he didn’t even bother taking it from me. He just kept playing the game.
“Eh...that mess isn’t gonna clean up itself-ah.” He said to me, still playing the game, making Rob laugh even harder.
I dropped to my knees and began soaking up the milk, some of which touched Andrew’s dirty white sweatsock. As I crawled and wiped, Andrew lifted his legs - which I thanked him for - but surprised me by resting them on my back, exhaling, and getting comfortable while still playing the game.
“Ahhhhh. No, thank-you-ah.” He said confidently, once again amusing Rob.
I pushed his legs off my back and told him he was being a big dick. He made some comment about being what you have, causing Rob to reach out his arm for a fist bump with his new friend.
“Nice,” Rob said to Andrew. “Welcome to the club.”
Now my blood was boiling. My best friend and my tag-along friend were bonding at my expense, and Rob never once acknowledged the “club” to me. The duo continued to make small talk while playing the video game, and frustrated, I complained about cleaning up the mess a guest made in own apartment while he did nothing to help. Neither one was paying attention to me, lost in their own discussion. Sick of the sound of my voice, Andrew whipped the sweatsock off his foot and shoved it right into my mouth.
“There-ah. That’ll shut him up-ah.” He said to Rob, who was in hysterics.
I spat out the sock and told Andrew to get out of my house. Rob immediately defended him.
“Why?” He asked me. “What’s your problem, man?”
“What’s my problem?” I said, astounded by his question. “He’s mmpyphphhpphh”
I had not seen Andrew take the other sock off and shove that one into my mouth too.
“Nice!” Screamed Rob, who held his big hand out for a high-five, which was reciprocated.
The taste of Andrew’s sock was gross at first. The second time I was almost used to it. The sock was old, worn in, with almost all the cushioning gone. The bottom of his sock was dark grey, almost back, and the smell was what you could expect from a guy who wore the same running shoes every single day for the last year or so. I screamed for Andrew to get out of my house.
“Come on, man,” Rob said to me, dumping the console controller and standing up. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
“Eh...lead the way-ah,” Andrew replied, dropping his controller and following his new buddy.
“What about me?” I said, holding a wet milky rag in one hand and Andew’s dirty socks in the other.
“Oh, you can keep those,” Andrew said to me, nodding toward his socks. “You can use them as your cum rags when you don’t fuck your wife again tonight.”
“Oh, you heard about that too, eh?” Rob whispered to Andrew loud enough for me to hear. I had no idea what they were talking about. What did they know that I didn’t? How did either one of them know I hadn’t had sex with Laryssa in a while?
“Let’s go,” Rob said to Andrew, nodding towards the door.
“You mind if we make a pit stop at my place first?” Andrew asked. “I need a new pair of socks.”
“Haha, of course,” Rob replied. Just then, Laryssa walked in the door right as they were leaving.”
“Nice timing,” Rob said to my wife. “We’re headed out. Wanna come along?”
“Sure!” She said, noticing that Andrew, not me, was accompanying him.
“Eh...leave sock-boy at home-ah,” Andrew said to my wife, laughing at his own joke.
“Sock-boy?” My wife asked.
“I’ll tell you all about it on the way; let’s go.
My wife just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders, with her eyes on Andrew’s dirty socks in my hand. “What are you planning on doing with those?” She asked me, trying not to laugh like Andrew was when Rob made the jerk-off motion with his closed fist.
“I’ll see you soon, sweetie.” My wife said, not even caring that I wasn’t coming with them.
“But I--”
SLAM. The doors shut behind them. I was left alone with an empty apartment and a pair of dirty white sweatsocks.
I decided to make the best of the empty apartment and do what I had intentionally scheduled - a masturbation session alone. I dumped Andrew’s socks on the side of my bed and went to clean up, bringing over a box of tissues before grabbing my laptop. I almost dropped the laptop slipping on the wiped-up spot I had cleaned up, so I dropped the tissue box to catch my balance and save my laptop. I hopped into bed and positioned the laptop to my right, pulling down my pants to my knees. I found some random porn scene that caught my fancy. As I was beating off to it, I couldn’t help but notice that I subconsciously chose to watch a couple fuck, where the guy had the hair and body type of Andrew, while the girl had the hair and body type of my wife.
It didn’t take long for me to cum. In fact, the second they kissed, my cock started throbbing, and when the woman in the porn scene started to undress him, I reached out to grab a tissue, forgetting that I had dropped it on the floor to save my laptop. I was about to cum, but there was no time to reach over the tissues, and the only nearest thing was the pair of Andrew’s dirty white sweatsocks. At this point in the video, the girl had taken off the guy’s pants, and just as she was about to peel his socks off, I heard the voices of Andrew, Rob, and Laryssa, who walked in on me holding Andrew’s sock in one hand, my jizzing cock in the other, and a visual of a woman who looked like my wife taking off the socks of a guy who looked like Andrew.
I will never forget the sound of them laughing. I’m not sure what they were laughing harder at, the fact that they “caught” me masturbating to a couple who resembled them, while seemingly sniffing his socks while watching “sock porn,” or the fact that when I blew my load, the first shot hit me right in the eye, stinging me.
Andrew and Rob walked out of the apartment out of breath from laughing so hard while my wife, trying to absorb what she had just seen, told me she convinced the boys to come back and get me. They begrudgingly decided to do it, not wanting to say no to my hot wife. I did my best to explain how horny I was and how I wasn’t watching sock porn or sniffing Andrew’s dirty sweatsocks. No matter how much I defended myself, the look on her face was one I had never seen before. She didn’t look heartbroken or even mad. She looked at me like Andrew was looking at me, almost as if she had just been convinced of something. She told me she would be back in a few hours and that it would be better if I remained home. As she walked out, I could hear her rejoin my friends outside my window, wondering what she was referring to when telling Andrew he was “right about me.”
