TITLE    : Keeping Andrew Happy
STORYID  : keeping-andrew-happy_2002
SUMMARY  : Despite her husband, she's infatuated with Andrew the slob
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-07-29
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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Kissing Andrew's chest, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by his scent. It wasn't too long ago that I used to think he was the most disgusting guy I knew. I believed he rarely showered, since he always smelled like sweat every time I was near him. I used to tell my husband not to bring him around the house anymore, as I couldn't stand that smell that radiated from his body. The irony, of course, is that I now have my nose buried in his armpit, inhaling and trying to absorb as much of that scent as possible. I still think Andrew is one disgusting slob, but he's now my slob, and I wouldn't have it any other way.



My husband Daniel was heartbroken when he found out about us. "Laryssa, how could you do this to me!" he cried as Andrew fucked me in front of him. I could certainly understand where he was coming from, since all I ever said about Andrew were bad things, and Daniel knew I couldn't stand him. 



Daniel's cuckoldry is actually his own fault, though. He was barely giving it to me in the sack, and whenever he did, he'd be done in less than five minutes. He was also spending more time with Andrew than with me. I never really understood why my husband spent any time with him at all, since Daniel was always getting his ass kicked by Andrew whenever they wrestled or competed in anything. Andrew seemed to get off on making my husband look bad, and he would take extra effort to do so in front of me. When Andrew started to notice my interest in Daniel's humiliation, he took it a step further and kissed me right in front of him. Daniel never thought anything of it, but it opened up a whole can of worms for me.



All I could think about that night were Andrew's lips. They were soft, pink, think and chubby. Was I wrong about Andrew, I thought to myself. Was he not the loser I thought he was? And that smell&#x2014;it was all over me when he kissed me. Yet this time it smelled so damn good.



I had to let him do it again. I was determined to let him kiss me, and I ended up making a fool out of myself. I was all over Andrew the next time he came over, inviting him over for diner, massassing him, flirting with him. I barely even noticed my husband squirm as he saw my hand caress Andrew's stomach as we all at on the couch and watched TV. Andrew loved every minute of my attention, though. He knew he had me, and was milking it for all it was worth, knowing there would be a huge payoff in the end.



I ended up not only kissing Andrew again that night, but I also ended up sucking his cock, licking his ass, and drinking his cum. Days went by, and Andrew and I were like rabbits, fucking and sucking every chance we got, all behind Daniel's back, of course. He would make me say things, call myself things, and make me do things for him. His arrogance was something I had never seen in him before, and I was kind of getting into the spirit of cuckolding my husband with his best friend. What Andrew prided himself on was that he now had my husband by the balls, and managed to score his wife in the process.



There were days when I had to hold his smelly cock as he urinated. There were nights when he made me wipe the shit out of his ass. Sometimes if he was really sweaty, he would make me lick up all the sweat off his body, including his nuts, with my hands tied behind my back. He'd even go so far as to call me while my husband was at home and make me say out loud that I was his whore, his cunt, his little married slut. I said all of those things for Andrew proudly, as I became almost completely immersed in my new persona. I was enjoying everything Andrew was doing to me, and couldn't tell which turned me on more&#x2014;my husband's cuckoldry or my personal humiliation.



We kept everything very professional, though. Behind closed doors, I let Andrew do anything he wanted to me, and would do everything he asked of me. As long as he was giving me his fat smelly cock at the end of the day, I was a happy girl. He never humiliated me in public, though. I had a reputation at my company, and he understood that, which only made me like him more. Rumours started, though. People starting talking, speculating on the status of my marriage, and I was being seen with Andrew more then Daniel as well. As harmless as our outside appearances are though, one quick feel or kiss can start a million stories about a person. 



I decided that if I was going to be seen with this disgusting slob, he might as well clean himself up for me. At Daniel's expense, we took his credit card and bought Andrew some new clothes and got him a haircut. I didn't mind, as it only made him look more appealing to me, and he never lost that scent. His friends became my friends, and vice versa. Daniel's social life, however, started deteriorating. It would appear people had less of an opinion about cuckolds in our neighbourhood. It wasn't long before Daniel's friends became Andrew's as well.



Not too long ago, the three of us were at a party, and Andrew gave Daniel a little too much to drink. Daniel was depressed during the whole party, though. No one wanted to hang out with him, as he was most certainly a downer for anyone who talked to him. The drinks hit in hard halfway through the party, and he collapsed on the host's backyard lawn. No one picked him up, and no one helped him. I was the only one responsible for him. I watched him sprawled out on the grass from the upstairs window as Andrew fucked me doggie style, and after Andrew pulled out of me and doused my face with his hot smelly cum, I adjusted myself and went down to help my wimp husband, angry at him for causing a scene. Andrew followed me, but wouldn't let me go near him. Instead, he whipped out his cock and shot out a stream of piss all over my unconscious husband. Everyone was laughing, and someone even took a picture. After shaking his cock on my husband's face, he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me, and no one blamed me for not wanting to give Daniel a ride home that night.



Daniel awoke later that day in his own house, only to discover he was tied up in a chair, facing the foot of his bed. I was on the bed with my legs spread eagle, and Andrew, on top of me, pounding away at my cunt. Daniel cried as Andrew laughed, and when he was about to cum, Andrew made him open his mouth, shooting his cum down my husband's throat. Andrew said this was punishment for being a complete wimp, and for causing a scene at the party. I watched in amazement as Andrew made Daniel lick the shit out of his asshole, and thought it was the most humiliating thing I had ever seen. Of course, that record was broken an hour later when Andrew stuck his limp dick in Daniel's mouth and took a leak. Daniel got a swift kick in the nuts for letting the piss stream out of his lips. I knew he wouldn't make that mistake again.



I lay here now in Andrew's arms, looking at my boyfriend with loving eyes. I'm so proud of him, the way he stood up to my husband and took what he wanted. I think I overdo it on him, as I am still wiping his ass and cooking for him, not to mention doing his laundry and buying him whatever he needs. My friends tell me that he's using me, and that he doesn't feel the way I do about him. I dismiss their concerns, knowing the truth--that I could never go back to my husband now. Sometimes I am convinced that everything Andrew did to my husband was just as damaging to me. I mean, Andrew made me do things to him in front of people, including Daniel, that I could never go back on. What would happen if Andrew dumped me? Everyone would always know that I was once Andrew's little slut. I could never let that happen. I could never lose him. So I do what he says, whenever he says it. He seems happy, and as long as he's happy, I'm rewarded by a thick blast of cum on my lips.

