TITLE    : Moving To The Basement Ch. 1
STORYID  : moving-to-the-basement-ch-1_2002
SUMMARY  : Yong stud takes wife &kicks husband out.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-05-28
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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Moving into the basement of my own house was humiliating enough. Having some 18 year old football jock fucking your wife in the rest of the house was even worse. 



Or was it? 



Thanks to this young punk John, I was kicked out of the house I shared with my wife. She worked as a teaching assistant at the same high-school John attended. Last Monday, after the big game, they broke the news to me that they were seeing each other. Last night I got kicked out for being "in the way". 



'Where did I go wrong' I thought to myself as I unpacked a new box, trying my best to ignore the moaning and screaming from upstairs. I turned up the stereo, trying to drown out my wife's cries "Oh John, fuck me baby, yes, yes, yes!". I was never going to forget last Wednesday, when John thought it would be fun to fuck Laryssa right in front of me. I'll never forget Laryssa's expression as she was drilled deeper and deeper with his sweaty cock. I'll never forget it because I was tied to the chair, courtesy of my wife's jock friend. He seemed to enjoy grabbing her hair as he fucked her doggie-style. I couldn't help but notice that she was almost doing the fucking--grinding her cunt against his big dick as he plunged her further with every stroke. The smile John gave me as he came--that wink and grin, told me that I was a defeated man, that my marriage was forever altered. Now matter how I try, I have her expression branded in my memory forever. That look of ultimate sexual satisfaction that I had never seen on her face before. 



I don't know why I didn't just pick up and leave instead of moving to the basement. Maybe I still wanted to stay close to my wife. Maybe I thought that we could work things out, that this was just a phase that she was going through. Maybe I liked the thought of some football jock sticking his fat cock in my wife's tight hole. Regardless of why, the neighbourhood had their own reasons, as rumors flew about our interesting lifestyle fast. 



"He can't give it to her!" 



"He can't even get it up!" 



"He's become cuckolded by his hot wife." 



"His wife just needs a big dick to solve all her problems..." 



Laryssa was hot, and she always liked all the attention drawn to her. She would come to my store after her work at the school. Every male customer of mine would stare at her and gawk at her tits. I liked the fact that I had a trophy-wife, and that these guys wanted what was all mine. 



Things got weird not too long ago, when Laryssa first took an interest in John. Everyone knew him, since he was the star-quarterback on the team, a senior, and Mr. Popularity. My wife loved going to the school football games, and the few times I joined her, she never seemed to take her eyes of John the Football Jock. 



After school on Monday was the big revelation. The school was having one of the most important games of the season. It was then that I caught something I wasn't supposed to see. After one of many touchdowns, I saw John wink at her. 



Right away I could sense something between them. She blushed at the wink, and quickly looked at me to see if I saw it. John's team won that day, John with the most points in the game, clearly the MVP--again. Lauryssa told me she'd meet me at home, that she was going to congratulate John as things were wrapping up. 



I made my way to the car after she gave me some errands to run. Paranoid thoughts clouded my mind, giving me a boner I tried to hide as I walked. It was a given that my wife was close with her students, but what if? What if I went back to check up on her and discovered Laryssa on her knees, sucking John the Football Jock's big cock in the dressing room? Oh man, this I had to do! 



No one seemed to be around as I made my way to the boys changing room, when I heard voices. I could hear all the guys snapping towels and chanting and yelling victory howls. I shook my head and turned around, only to bump into John! 



"Hey John, great game, dude!" I said. 



"Thanks. What are you doing here?" he said. 



"Looking for my wife, have you seen her?" I asked. 



John smirked at me and looked in the direction of the showers. "Yeah, I've seen her.." 



"Is she in the shower?" 



"Look, give me the message and I'll pass it to her." 



"No, John, I just wanna.." 



"Give me the message, fuck-nut, and I'll tell her." 



John's muscular body pressed against mine, and we were nose to nose, him looking down on me, me clearly intimidated with his sweaty aroma surrounding me. 



"Give me the message." 



"Tell her I was looking for her." 



"Maybe. What will you do for me?" 



"What do you mean?" 



"If you I do you a favor, you do me a favor." 



"What do you want me to do, John?" 



"I want you to lick my spunk out of your wife's hot tight cunt after I fuck the shit out of her tonight." 



"Whaa..." 



John's hands pinned mine against my back and he shoved me against a locker. "I want to shove your face in your wife's holes after I fuck them. I want you to listen to her screaming my name, again and again and again. I want you to give her to me, as my fuck-toy, as my whore, as my bitch, as my woman. And I want you to be my obedient little bitch." 



Suddenly I heard my wife's voice, calling for John, coming from the shower. "John, where aaaaaarrrrreeee you?" 



"John, what is my wife doing in the shower right now?" I said, swallowing immediately. 



He smirked at me again, slapped my cheek and spit right in my face. "Waiting for me." he said. 



He walked away and I slid down on the floor. My wife was in the school shower with John. She was more then likely going to get pounded by his big dick in the shower. What the fuck just happened? I had walked over here to check on my wife, who I suspected of infidelity, and her "boyfriend" just confirmed it to me and threatened me too?! If I was angry about it, why was my cock more hard then its ever been? Why was I trying to listen to the sounds of moans and laughs coming from the shower? 



The rest, as they say, is history. I agreed to move into the basement. My wife gets the rest of the house, shared of course with her high-school jock boyfriend. I run errands for them both, but I get to stay married to her. On paper, we are still married. In reality, I suck cum out of her pussy once it's been fucked. That's the deal. 



The neighbours can talk all they want, but the fact was, I certainly had the most interesting marriage in the neighbourhood. Was I mad about moving out of my own house? Hell yeah? Am I grateful for still staying in part of the house, partially still married to my wife? Hell yeah. 



Now if Layrssa and John could just stop screaming for just one minute...

