TITLE    : Moving To The Basement 3
STORYID  : moving-to-the-basement-3_2002
SUMMARY  : Wife   the neighborhood loser = ultimate cuckoldry.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-07-04
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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TAGS     : |none|


<i>Author's note: This story is a crossover and continuation from another story by me called Marriage Manipulation. If you'd like to hear the origin behind the story you are about to read, I encourage you to check it out. </i>



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After being forced to move to the basement, my chances of reconciling with my wife Laryssa were not getting any easier. To make matters worse, Andrew, the one guy I confided to, the one guy I trusted in this whole ordeal was now fucking my wife openly. This was a severe blow to me, since I never thought that highly of Andrew in the first place. He was always making me look bad in front of Laryssa. I had always thought my wife shared the same sentiment for him. She used to tell me he was disgusting, and that I should be hanging out with better class people. Now I was the one who was disgusted, not to mention confused, to hear my wife screaming his name as she was getting pounded hard and fast only one floor above me.



Things were getting worse fast. It hadn't been that long since Laryssa and her ex-boyfriend John forced me to move downstairs, and since then she had fucked Philip, the boy next door right in front of me. But for her to do Andrew, well, I was starting to think my wife was a complete whore. 



Andrew and I had known each other for about three years, so my wife knew him well enough. When she was around, he was always getting a boner, and she would always complain about him to me. She hated the way he smelled, his lack of grooming, and thought he was an all-around geek. I used to love when she put him down, because it made me feel so much better then him&#x2014;gave me an ego boost if you will. Not that Andrew was ever a threat to me when we were friends. It's just that most people thought of him as kind of a loser, so me being seen with him didn't help me things. Sometimes though, Laryssa would walk in on Andrew and I wrestling, she would seem interested when Andrew made me submit to one of his holds. In time, she even started to cheer Andrew on and root for him as he applied every move he knew on me. I could never beat him, but I enjoyed trying. Laryssa eventually told us both not to fight without her, as she loved seeing us sweat.



Keeping that in mind, you can imagine how my stomach felt when I overheard her telling Andrew the following:



"Oh yeah, damn you motherfucker, your cock is so fantastic." She said.



"Ugh, yeah, take that cum all over your face, slut." Andrew replied. "You look like complete trash with all my jizz all over you. If only Daniel could see you know."



"Yeah, I should call him up here and make him lick it off, wouldn't that be hot."



"It would be disgusting! Why, you want him to or something?"



"Yeah, kinda. I always wanted to show him what a real man you are. Every match you won against him, I wanted to walk right over to you, pull your pants down and suck long and hard on that big dick. I'd like him to watch me suck your cock someday."



"Oh yeah, I knew you liked me beating up on your man. I saw those looks you were giving me."



"Damn straight I was looking at you. I could smell your sweat every time you fought, and it drove me wild."



"Smell my sweat now. Stick your nose against my balls and take a whiff, whore."



"Oh fuck, you smell incredible. Did you shower before you fucked me?"



"Nope. I saved it all for you, baby."



"Oh Andrew, I want you. I want you to fuck me all over again. Can you, honey? Can you, please?"



"Okay baby. But you're gonna have to suck my cock again. Earn the right to take my filthy fat cock in your tight hole."



"Mmmmmmmmmppppphhhh"



I walked back downstairs quietly, ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out. Not only was I appalled that my wife was screwing on me with the neighborhood loser, but I actually was turned on by it! I had not felt my cock so hard in such a long time, and I hated myself for it. Andrew was the guy I told a lot of things to, including my feelings about Laryssa fucking around on me. I don't even know why I confided in him in the first place, since his reactions to my humiliation stories were either laughter or telling me what a wimp I was.



Actually, I had thought Andrew's opinion had little significance to anybody, so anything I told him really wouldn't get anywhere. Little did I realize he would use it against me! I had actually told him I was kind of aroused at some of the things my wife had put me through, so Andrew had me by the balls here. I covered my ears as Laryssa screamed his name over and over again, yelling obscenities, praising his cock, shaking the furniture!



As the days went by, Laryssa and I never spoke of my discovery whenever we ran into each other, and I hadn't seen Andrew since then either. On Friday, however, I came home from work to discover that my wife had thrown a house party! I dropped of my bags in the basement and walked upstairs, only to be blocked off at the door by a bunch of college kids.



"What the fuck do you want?" the biggest one said to me, his hand against my chest.



"Um, I live here. Do you mind?" I responded.



"It's okay boys." Andrew said as he came to me. "Let him in, he does live here."



"What's up, Andrew?" I greeted him with a handshake, his hand a little sticky with a familiar wetness. "Where's Laryssa? She around?"



"Of course she is. I'll get her for ya. You want a beer?"



"Sure, I'd love one, thanks dude!"



Andrew walked into the kitchen and I followed him, hiding behind the door so I couldn't be seen. He snuck up on Laryssa, who was bending over reaching for something in the fridge. Andrew whispered something in her ear and she broke out laughing, before turning around and kissing him on the lips. They french kissed, her arms around his neck, his hands squeezing her ass. Clearly they weren't being modest about their affair, and everyone here must have known about them. This made me feel 2 feet tall, because that meant everyone must have formed an opinion about me upon taking one look at me. On top of that, people were actually talking to Andrew, greeting him, high-fiving him, winking at him. He was the life of the party. And I was on a stool beside the closet letting everyone give me sad and dirty looks.



"Um, sorry dude, we don't have any cold beers," Andrew said as he handed me a beer bottle. "This one's warm, but at least it's something. You said you liked warm beer, right dude?"



"For sure, the warmer it its, the faster I can chug it down, right? I appreciate the effort!" I took the beer bottle in my mouth and chugged it all down, sucking the bottle like I was giving head. Only this beer did not taste like beer at all. I couldn't figure out what the taste was until I saw people staring at me in disgust, laughing at me, pointing at me. I saw Andrew raise his zipper up slowly as he smirked on me and Laryssa put her hand over her mouth and tried not to chuckle. I might not have known the taste of what I drank, but I recognized the smell. It was piss. And judging by the smile on Andrew's face, I'd say it was Andrew's piss.



I ran out of the party and ignored all the laughs directed at me. I leaped out the front door, but the asshole jock at the door stuck his foot out, making me land right on my face, gathering more laughter at me. I got up, dusted myself off and walked towards my basement apartment, where I would remain for the rest of the night, ignoring the loud party one floor above me.



Later on in the middle of the night, three guys barged into my apartment door, running towards me and jumping me. I felt a hard fist to the eye, to both cheeks and to the nose. Another guy held my arms back as I took shots at the stomach from the third guy, who then held my legs open so the first guy could kick me in the nuts. I whimpered and started to cry, making the all of them laugh and spit on me. I looked over at the door and saw Andrew watching the scene, and I screamed to him for help. He walked over to me and told the guys to hold me down on my knees. Andrew lowered his zipper and whipped out his monster cock, which was still soft. He held it in his hand, pointed it to my face and I tried hard to get away, but the boys only tightened their grip on me. It took all my strength to break free and I bolted for the door, but wasn't fast enough for Andrew. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked hard, making me fall down to his feet. Andrew stuck his foot in my mouth and slapped me on the cheek with it. 



He then walked behind me and put me in an ankle lock-submission hold, making me whimper and cry in pain. The boys laughed hard and such a pathetic scene, and Andrew was really tightening the hold, laughing hard himself. I tapped out and screamed for mercy, until finally he broke the hold. I lay on my stomach and was pulled to my knees by the hair by one of the boys, and Andrew stood before me. "You fucking like drinking my piss so much, bitch," he said to me, smirking. "Why don't you drink some more?" Andrew let out a spray of warm piss, dousing my face. It was disgusting, and to make matters worse, Andrew was keeping my mouth open with his filthy fingers. I was spitting it out, trying hard to break free. Once he finished, he high-fived the guys, and they all walked away, the first guy kicking me in the stomach before leaving. Andrew winked at me as he closed the door behind him, and I put myself in the fetal position. I fell asleep in that position and when I woke up, I reeked of piss. 



After showering and making myself presentable, I walked outside to get the paper. Andrew and Laryssa were making out on the front porch, his hand between her legs and her arms wrapped around his thick neck. I stood behind the wall so neither of them could see me, listening to them kiss, moan, groan and whisper. I heard slurps, sucks, and cries of "oh yeah" that made my cock rise as my stomach turned. She was all over him, telling him how she felt about him too, which was something she couldn't go back on. Andrew getting my wife to admit she wanted him really bothered me, because he would always hold it above her no matter what. That's what type of guy he was. Worse, he would always have this over me. I watched Laryssa's head bob back and forth on his thick cock, his head back as his hands gripped a handful of blond hair. He was starting to fuck her mouth as he held the back of Laryssa's head, and she would soon be rewarded with a full blast of cum. Andrew was persistent, I'd give him that. He had a goal and was determined to fulfill it, much to my dismay. I couldn't help but notice that Andrew had new clothes, and his hair was much shorter, much tidier. It was a brush cut, my wife's favorite type of hairstyle on a guy. His clothes looked expensive, yet trendy and causal. New running shoes, new socks&hellip;I had suddenly figured out why my credit card had that mysterious charge on my bill. 



Feeling like an idiot, I remembered calling the credit card company yesterday and complaining of a charge on my statement that I didn't purchase. They assured me it came from my card, and would investigate it further, but they seemed bothered that I insinuated they a mistake. They were telling the truth. Andrew's new clothes must have been charged to my credit card, and Laryssa must have helped him get access to it. Cursing, I looked back on the happy couple, biting my tongue as hard as I could. I was stroking my erection through my pants as I listened to them talk. They were cuddling, rubbing each other, and being very passionate. I tried hard to figure out why Laryssa would betray me like this. I mean, after John and Philip, I was adjusting to this new lifestyle of hers, and was even willing to bend a little if it meant any chance of reconciliation. But here she was giving blowjobs to the neighborhood loser, my once good friend. She was cleaning him up too, buying him new clothes, introducing him to new people, and making him a stud at my expense. She was almost trying to get him over with other people, and that's when I realized her intentions. If she were going to be fucking Andrew, he would have to look somewhat presentable and decent. 



His reputation as the neighborhood loser was no longer going to be acceptable if this guy was going to be sticking his filthy cock in her, so she had to make him look cool. But clothes don't make the man, so he would have to do something that would make him look cool. Throw in Andrew's knowledge of my humiliation, and my admission of somewhat liking it, and you had the perfect scene. Since Laryssa was rather popular with our friends already, anyone being seen with her, much less fucking her, would look good too. 



So there you have it. My current situation as a cuckold. In such a short time, my wife had kicked me out and forced me to move to the basement, and slept with the football jock, the boy next door and now the neighborhood loser. My chances of getting back together with her didn't look any better, now that she was using me to make her new boyfriend look good. To make matters worse, the guy fucking her used to be a friend of mine, and knows a lot of shit about me, things my wife doesn't even know. I was an idiot to tell him anything in the first place, but always felt secure in his inability to be taken seriously. Now I was expected to pay his bills as well. 



Perhaps leaving her wouldn't be so bad, if anything it would only help me. But that would only solidify the fact that Andrew got my wife in the end. My former friend and the neighborhood geek was the guy that my wife left me for. If I left, I would never be able to come back&#x2014;to show myself again. On the other hand, if I stayed, I would be my wife's little cuckold, and would probably be put through worse things like getting pissed on and paying for someone else's bills. What would Andrew and Laryssa put me through to make him look good, to get him more popular? Would he take my job? My dignity? What else would they do to me, and what would I have to gain by staying? Was their any chance of reconciling at this point?



I looked back at Andrew and Laryssa, her tongue licking his chest and stroking his balls. He was looking down at her as he smoked a cigarette and was sliding his thumb in and out of her tits. I had made a decision. I was going to do the right thing here. If I had any self respect at this point, any brains at all, now was the time to show them. It was gut check time, and I was determined to make my point. I stormed out there and climbed the porch steps, neither one of them flinching as I approached them. Andrew kissed her lips before looking at me, taking a whiff of me and thanking me for showering off all his piss. I gave him the finger and he jumped up and kicked me hard in the stomach. Laryssa moved back and Andrew pulled my hair, forcing me to look up at him. He coughed up a spitball and spat it right in my face after yelling "What was that boy? What the fuck did you just do to me?" I looked at him and smiled. He let go of the grip and let me stand up. Laryssa came closer and put her arm around me. "Honey," she said. "It's over."



"Wha&#x2014;what?" I said, taking a step back.



"She said it's over, something wrong with your ears boy?" Andrew shouted at me, pushing my chest hard.



"No, no, don't hurt him Andrew, I need to do this." Laryssa said, pushing Andrew away from me.



"I'm leaving you for Andrew. I want him, more than I ever wanted you. He's all man, he can satisfy me like you never could, and I would much rather be with him than spend another dull minute with you."



"Oooooooohhhhh&hellip;." Andrew chuckled as he lit up another cigarette, sitting back in the lawn chair. "That's gotta hurt, dude."



I felt humiliated, more than any other time before. I was coming up here to break up with her! I was going to tell them both to fuck themselves, get my things and get out of there! And once again, Andrew one-upped me. He beat me to the punch, he got her to leave me before I even opened my mouth! How the hell was I going to live this down!



"I don't think it's such a good idea for you to stay here anymore." Andrew said, exhaling his smelly smoke all over my hair. "It's kinda creepy having you down there, who knows what you're doing to yourself when I fuck your wife senseless."



"No, no, he can stay." Laryssa said. "You should leave eventually, but you can stay until you find somewhere to go. Andrew's moving in tomorrow, and he wants to turn the basement into his lounge."



"I&hellip;I don't' know what to say." I replied, being honest.



"You should thank us for not making this much worse for you, like I wanted to" Andrew said. "You can tell me you want to watch me fuck your wife senseless right here. You can even call me Sir for the rest of your stay here, that should get you packing fairly soon. But if you are going to stay, you will have to do whatever I tell you to. Do you understand me, wimp?"



"No, I&#x2014;" 



SMACK! "What did you say to me boy?"



"Yes, yes I understand." I replied, trying my best not to cry.



SMACK! "You understand what, boy?"



"I understand, Sir. I whimpered.



My wife flashed an ear-to-ear smile as Andrew wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. He picked her up and I watched him carry her inside, not before winking at me as he turned the corner. I had the choice to go up and watch, thanks to Andrew. I also had the choice to leave. Instead, I grabbed one of Andrew's cigarettes and lit up, then sat in the seat Andrew was sitting in. As I smoked his really smelly cigarette, I pondered my fate. What was the next step? Everything changed now that she was leaving me. If I stayed, things would ultimately get worse. I had to think about my safety, and what was left of my reputation. If I left now, where would I go? Would my stuff be here when I came back for it, or would Andrew work on the lounge he wanted immediately following my departure? I was about to put out the smoke and get up when I heard Andrew come running out the door, yelling, "Hold on babe, I forgot my smokes!" I came out and saw me there, and once again, I felt the &hellip;



SMACK! "Are you smoking one of my cigarettes, bitch?"



"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry." I replied.



I received a kick in the stomach and he suplexed me right of the porch. "Get the fuck out right now, I don't care what your wife thinks, you're not staying. Get your things out or they'll be on the front lawn tomorrow. I don't want you see your face around here any more, do you understand me?"



"Ugh, yeah, yeah I do."



"You what?"



"Yes Sir, I'll be out by sunset."



I walked back to my basement apartment&hellip;.for the last time. Pulling out some boxes, I began to pack what was most important, completely losing all sense of reality around me. I had been put through the most humiliation one man can go through, and it was starting to have it's affect on me. I tried to turn the stereo louder to drown out the creaking of my wife's bed and the moaning of Andrew's name, but instead I heard thumps on the ceiling, which meant I was making too much noise. I picked up a picture of my wife and I together in happier times, and realized that someone had told the picture in two. I put down the picture and tried not to think of the symbolism of the tear in it. I walked to the backyard, trying not to be seen or heard by the horny rabbits upstairs. I looked at the house I put a lot of work into with Laryssa, and smiled. This was it, I thought to myself. This is how my marriage ends. Without me having one single say in the matter. It was over, and there was nothing I could do.



I realized that I was smiling because I knew something better was out there for me. This was one hell of an experience, but it only prepared me for something else, something bigger. I looked up at Laryssa's bedroom and heard her cries of "Oh yeah, oh baby, oh fuck me harder you big stud!" and I realized that she was the real loser here. She was stuck with my ex-best friend's cock, and no matter how big it was, no matter how much it satisfied her, Andrew was still going to be the same loser and geek I always knew he was. In time, she'd realize that herself. And when she would, I wouldn't be there for her. I'd be long gone. I'd be out of here waiting for an all-new life ahead of me.

