Andrew was staying with my wife, Laryssa, and I while he looked for a new place to live. Andrew was the kid brother of one of my best friends, James. After James had moved in with is girlfriend, Andrew, who lived with him, needed a place to live. Having no place to go, I took him in, much to my wife’s dismay…or at least at first.
Laryssa and I were still newlyweds. I was in my mid-twenties, she was a few years younger, but only two older than Andrew. We had a great relationship. Our sex life, while not as frequent as I would have liked, was nice, too. I was mild and tender in bed, romantic and delicate. I could never imagine having sex with the love of my life any other way.
Laryssa never really talked to Andrew before he came to stay with us. To her, he was just another guy in our crowd. She knew who he was, but it wasn’t until Andrew moved in that my wife took a greater interest in him. I was worried that it might be awkward between them without me around at times, but to my surprise, they had instantaneous chemistry with each other. Knowing Andrew wasn’t making much money, I suggested to Laryssa that we not charge him rent during his stay, suggesting that he compensate by helping out around the house, when necessary. I thought that topic might cause an argument between us, but to my relief, she thought it was a great idea.
A few days after Andrew moved in, Laryssa walked in on him watching porn on my laptop. I couldn’t think of a more embarrassing situation to be in when Laryssa told me what she caught him doing, but she didn’t see it that way. The way she talked about the incident was like she had just made an amazing discovery.
I didn’t have any problem with Andrew using my laptop, but I was very curious about what kind of porn he was into. I looked at my internet history and found what Andrew was watching before being interrupted by my wife. It was some clip of a best man, around Andrew’s age, fucking the bride – in her wedding dress – in front of the groom.
when my wife told me she walked in on Andrew watching porn on my laptop, she reacted like she had just made a big discovery.
It was surprising to me how much time Andrew and Laryssa spent together after that day. It got top the point where she was talking to him more than she did me when we were at home. When I did get some private time with Laryssa, she spent a lot of time talking about Andrew, without even realizing it. She commented on his clothes, his jokes, even his hygiene – Andrew was a guy’s guy, shaved once a week, gave himself brush cuts with an electric shaver, wore no product in his hair, or dressed with designer clothing. The kid was a jeans, baseball cap and t-shirt kind of guy. She said things that made my head turn like “I hope he never leaves”, and “he smells nice after a long day”.
The Kid Living With My Wife and I For Free Slapped Me Around in Front of Her
The turning point between the three of us was when she walked in on me screaming for mercy while Andrew had me in a submission hold, my face an inch away from his sweat-socked foot. There were holes in the dirty sock in front of my face, it was almost black at the sole. He had clearly had been wearing those socks for a while, the lack of Odor Eaters in his shoes apparent. It started off as me and him horsing around, but when Andrew realized Laryssa was watching us, he put a little extra into making me look bad in front of her. He broke the hold after I begrudgingly kissed his foot. Andrew didn’t ask me to, but I thought doing the unexpected would catch him off guard, allowing me to break free. I didn’t expect Andrew to laugh at me as hard as he did after my lips touched his stinky sock. Unlike my wife, he didn’t conceal his amusement.
After that incident, I found myself doing things for Andrew on a frequent basis, such as washing his dishes, putting back food into cupboards, even picking his clothes off the floor and washing (and folding) them for him. It wasn’t long before our usual groceries were replaced by things Andrew liked to eat and drink. Spitzers became pop. Salads became junk. Veggie burgers became steak. Our kitchen was Andrew’s personal eatery, with me as his personal chef.
I hadn’t realized that Andrew wasn’t really telling me to do anything, I was just sort of volunteering to pick up after him. He and my wife had noticed my natural subservience to his needs. I became a sense of amusement for them both – Andrew would act like an alpha male around me, really upping the ante when my wife was around. When she was, he talked to me authoritatively. He knew how to get me to scurry and fetch things for him, while making it look like I was volunteering for most of it. Andrew really came into his own when he took the reigns of becoming the man of the house, and turned my servitude into entertainment for he and my wife. I became more obedient with each thing I did for Andrew, and my inferiority seemed to bring Andrew and Laryssa closer.
Andrew was pulling his weight though – he helped out around the house with things I did poorly, like move heavy furniture, repairs and installing various things. Laryssa really appreciated Andrew’s elbow grease, though I felt slighted when she said it was “nice to finally have a man around the house”. She didn’t mean it as an insult, and I understood what she meant by that comment.
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The More Our Freeloading Tenant Bullied Me, the Closer He and My Wife Became
Marriage was not what I had thought it would be. Sure, they say the honeymoon stage goes away quickly, but ours seemed to disintegrate when Andrew moved in with us. Laryssa was not the same girl I married, dressing sexier, wearing things from Victoria Secret she never wore while were dating. My new wife spent more time in Andrew’s room than our own bedroom, often coming to bed late, even smelling like him at times.
One night, trying not to wake me, she crept into our bedroom with her wedding dress on, shoved it into our closet, and slid into bed. When I woke up earlier than her the next morning, Laryssa’s wedding dress on the closet floor looking a little worse for wear, like it had been pulled and stretched a great deal. I couldn’t figure out why she took out in the first place, especially after seeing the porn Andrew had been watching on my laptop. As I dropped the wedding dress back to where I found it, I noticed the dress was a little damp, with several dried spots of streams blasted under the stomach area of the dress.
Andrew seemed cockier than usual that morning, laughing to himself at the breakfast table when I told him about the wedding dress. I saw him smirk when I mentioned how exhausted she must have been the previous night, not even taking time to put it away.
I Thought I Saw My Wife on Her Knees in Front of the Kid Who Lives With Us
Just after breakfast the next morning, I had left early for work while my wife was making (Andrew’s favorite) pancakes. On my way out the door, I saw him walk into the kitchen in his boxer shorts and t-shirt, looking like he had just rolled out of bed. After noticing I had forgotten my wallet, I drove back home, ran back into the house, grabbed it off my dresser and ran back out. With the car still running, I didn’t have time for chatter, not that Andrew and Laryssa would have noticed me – from my peripheral vision, I could see him leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes seemingly closed, while Laryssa knelt in front of him.
Andrew had his head cocked back, while both her hands seemed to be pumping and stroking something, her face up-close to whatever it was. I was worried there was an issue with the plumbing, and that they were trying to fix the issue themselves, but I also was late, and had faith in them resolving whatever the issue was.
When I returned home that evening and went into the kitchen, I saw streams of liquid, crusted up on the cupboard doors, suggesting it had remained there un-wiped for hours. The white, almost clear fluid streaks was liner, and seemed to have dripped down the door. There were copious spurts of whatever had splattered. I grabbed a cloth, got on my knees, and began scrubbing away whatever it was. Andrew walked in and started laughing out loud, whipping out his iPhone and filming me with it. To my confusion, when I asked him if there was a plumbing issue that morning, telling him what I had seen on my way out the door that morning. Andrew found this amusing, slapped my cheeks a few times, and told me my wife took care if it like a pro. I chose not to press for details, having enough on my mind.