TITLE    : Moving To The Basement Ch. 2
STORYID  : moving-to-the-basement-ch-2_2002
SUMMARY  : Wife is seduced by the boy next door.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-06-03
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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"Oh yeah, you fucking little slut, take it! Take it all the way, you filthy little tramp!"



Those were one of the many obscenities Philip shouted at me as he fucked me on my husband's bed. I lay on my back, his sweaty body hovering over mine. He was smiling at me every time I looked up at him, knowing he was fucking a married woman who he wanted since he first laid eyes on me.



It had been a few weeks since my ex-boyfriend John and myself punished my husband by forcing him to move to the basement of our house (see: Moving To The Basement). Since then, John has moved to college, and I've seen a few guys after him. My husband had remained living in the basement, knowing I was fucking guys just one floor above him, his opinion of no consequence to me. You see, ever since John fucked me in front of him, I found my husband's opinions of complete insignificance. 



Across the street from us was a young student named Philip, a 19 year old who seemed to never take his eyes of me since he moved in a few months ago. I had always thought he was cute, but never pursued anything with him while I was happily married. After John and I sent my husband packing to the basement, Philip started to come on to me every time he saw me, whether it was the supermarket, the gym or his front yard. Somehow, Philip knew all about what was going on with my new lifestyle, and told me he was very turned on by it. He had thought that John taking me, despite my marriage, was one of the hottest things he ever heard of. He also told me that he was single, and would love to take me out sometime.



Philip was a tall guy, about 6'2", really short hair, a babyface, although he wore glasses sometimes. He always wore tight clothes, dressed in style and had a tight, athletic body. His chest pressed out against his t-shirt, and I would be caught many a time staring at his flat stomach. Despite how cute he was, how sharp he dressed, or how well spoken he was, I would be lying if I said my attention was usually directed at his crotch. He always seemed to be sporting a bulge in his pants every time we talked. I knew Philip wanted me. Even better, I knew he was into the idea of humiliating my husband, which was something I hoped we could both participate in.



Philip and I went out on a date, but not before we rang my husband's doorbell to tell him about it. I wish I had a camera when I saw the look on my husband's face. His jaw dropped when I revealed I was going on a date with the kid who lived across the street. Philip's smirk at my husband the entire time was such a turn on. I think my husband was completely embarrassed at our little confession to him, and he seemed to be disgusted that Philip was putting him through what John had done just a few weeks earlier. Philip put his arm around me as we left, and I wondered if my husband was watching as Philip squeezed my ass as we walked away. 



It must have been hard for my husband to sleep that night, since Philip fucked me harder than I ever had been fucked before. He called me every name in the book, as he thrusted his thick tool in and out of me. I laughed, moaned, screamed and shouted his name, calling out that he was the best lover I ever had. Our windows were wide open, which meant anyone who was directly outside the house could hear what was going on. If we had indeed awoke my husband, then there was not a doubt in my mind that he'd be listening intently to our little fuck-session. How humiliating this must be for him, I thought, as Philip took his cock out and sprayed my face with it. I stuck my tongue out and gobbled up all of his young cum, so hot, and so sticky.



When my husband came out to get the paper the next morning, he looked in my window to discover Philip fucking my doggie-style against the window. My hands and face were pressed against the window, Philip's hands were squeezing my ass and thighs hard. His gonzo cock, about 9 and a half inches, and very much fat around, was the best dick I had in a long time, and I screamed out his size as my husband walked away with his head down. Philip and I both laughed out loud before he pulled out, pushed me on my knees and soaked my face and hair in his salty white cream.



The next day the house was being sprayed for bugs, so the only safe place to stay was down in the basement. I knocked on my husband's door, asking him if I could stay while the house was being fumigated. What he didn't know was that I left a note for Philip to come downstairs to the basement to join us when he arrived. My husband and I were in deep conversation about the past few days, talking in detail about how I became a sucker for Philip's cock, literally and figuratively. I told him how I loved worshipping the boy next door, how the fantasy only got better by the fact that Philip had a huge cock, and his good looks were just icing on the cake for me. I told him that Philip knew all about John and myself, and how it led to my husband's eviction from his own home. My husband seemed bothered when I revealed that Philip seized this opportunity to ask me out. I even rubbed my husband's face in the fact that this young buck gave me more sexual satisfaction in the last few days then he had in our entire years of marriage together. Strangely, my husband almost came in his pants when I revealed this.



A knock at the door interrupted our very interesting conversation. When my husband opened the door, he was greeted with Philip's smile, who walked right into the place. Philip gave my husband a few friendly slaps on the cheek, refusing to shake his hands, since "that would require respect, and he had no respect for a fucking cuckold". I walked over to Philip and embraced him, who in turn grabbed me in his arms and french kissed me right in front of my husband. With his tongue still in my mouth, Philip squeezed my ass as hard as he could. When he broke the kiss, he gave me a wink, which told me he was about to do something big. I felt that our presence in my husband's sanctuary was too good of an opportunity for Philip to pass up. He took a walk around what my husband had made into a little apartment, holding my hand as he did. I watched my husband squirm and make a fist whenever Philip made a rude comment about my husband's living lifestyle, laughing at photographs of my husband and myself when we were "happily married". After Philip got tired of putting my husband down and tearing up those very pictures of us, Philip flopped down on my husband's bed and tapped the space beside him, signaling for me to lay beside him. 



Philip unbuckled his belt and asked me to pull down his pants. I did ever so slowly as I looked at my husband, who was stroking his own cock through his pants. Philip took off his own shirt and tucked himself into my husband's bed as I got up and stripped myself naked, crawling into bed with him. "Look, we can't go upstairs yet," Philip said to my husband. "We're gonna hang out here for a while. That cool with you?"



"Um," my husband attempted to respond. "This is kind of my.."



"You know what, it doesn't really matter what you think, so don't embarrass yourself. A 'yes' would have been sufficient."



"But Philip, I.."



"Shut the fuck up. If you don't have the right answer, don't yell any answer!"



"Okay. Whatever."



"Now look here. I'm gonna fuck your wife senseless. She's going to be yelling things that I can guarantee will make you cry. You have two choices. You can watch, or you can leave."



"I think I'm going to leave."



"Why? Don't you want to see your wife get pounded by a real man?"



"Not really, Philip."



"I thought you liked this. I thought you liked your wife going out with other guys."



"I, I don't know, I mean, I don't even know you, kid."



"Kid? Who you callin' kid, you spineless mutherfucker?"



"Listen, I'd appreciate if you'd just leave. Now."



"Or what?



"Or else."



Philip got out of bed, wearing only his boxers, which were concealing his already rock hard 9 and a half incher. He walked right up to my husband and shoved his chest as hard as he could. My husband fell with his back against the wall, and Philip got right in his face.



"What the fuck did you say to me, you little wimp?"



"I'm sorry Philip, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."



"Louder."



"I'm sorry! Philip, please don't hurt me!"



"Louder, bitch. You're wife didn't hear you!"



"PHILIP, I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE DON'T' HURT ME!"



Philip turned around to look at me and shook his head. "I'm sorry, could you please remind me why you married this guy?" He asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to watch the show.



"You threaten me again and it will be the last thing you do." Philip continued to belittle my husband. "Now, just for that pathetic little outburst, you are going to have to sit in this chair and watch me pound your wife. I want you to hear every word that comes out of her filthy mouth. Do you understand me, wimp?"



"Loud and clear, Philip".



"Say loud and clear, SIR. Say it."



"You've got to be kidding me."



SMACK! Philip smacked my husband hard across the right cheek, making my husband shriek in fear, his eyes wide open, giving Philip his undivided attention. A wet spot formed in his pants, and this time I don't think it was cum.



"I'M SORRY SIR! I UNDERSTAND!"



"Good. You see this piece of meat between my legs? You are going to watch your wife deepthroat it, take it between her tits, and then take it as far as she can in her tight little cunt."



Philip grabbed my husband's hair and threw him into the chair, then pushed the chair right beside the bed. Everything made good on his promise, doing everything he told my husband he was going to do. I allowed all of it to happen, as I had never been so turned on before in my life. It was almost too good to be true&#x2014;a 19 year old giving me the best fuck of my life. The best part was that my loving husband was there to watch every moment, unfortunately under duress.



When I woke up later that day from getting fucked over and over in my husband's bed, it was due to my husband's screams coming from upstairs. Concerned, I ran upstairs, only to discover Philip punching my husband in the stomach. I watched without them knowing as Philip beat my husband down and smacked him around like a rag doll. I couldn't hear what Philip was saying to him, but could only see my husband nod in agreement every time Philip finished a sentence. Philip opened the front door for my husband, and as my husband walked out, Philip's big boot kicked my husband's ass literally, making him fall to his knees. Philip laughed out loud as he slammed the door, walking back to where I was.



"Hey baby, you should have seen what I just did to your husband!" Philip said to me.



"I did, kind of." I responded. "What was that all about?"



"Well, him and I had a long talk and we agreed that he should be my personal assistant."



"What? What do you need a personal assistant for? You're 19!"



"I don't know. Sometimes I'm too lazy to wipe my own ass. Now I won't have to!"



"Philip, that's humiliating! He agreed to this willingly?"



"Not exactly, but he's going to do it."



"Of course he is. He's intimidated by you."



"What a fucking wimp. I wasn't even that serious, I was just joking around, just picking on him, you know? Half way through pushing him around, I realized that I could actually get away with him becoming my little bitch! What kind of man did you marry here, baby?"



"Honestly, Philip, I don't know. I didn't know he was so&hellip;. I don't' know, submissive before I married him."



"Well, he obviously gets off on other guys fucking his wife, or else he wouldn't be so obedient to all of this. Most guys would have packed up and divorced your ass by now."



"I guess he isn't like most guys, Philip.



"I guess. So anyways, before he left, I told him I was throwing a party tonight and that a couple of guys may end up staying over. I told him they'd be staying over in his basement apartment. He went out to buy party favors for me."



"Fuck, Philip, you are too good to be true."



"I know. Now shut up and suck my cock."



And I did. I got on my knees and sucked him off like a woman possessed. I sucked him off like he'd never been sucked off before. I was loud too, slurping his thick rod, sucking down all of his cock, sniffing the sweat off his cock. Philip loved every minute, smiling down at me and slapping my cheeks for encouragement. He moaned, he laughed, and he screamed as he pulled my hair and shot his load all over my face. He gave me another smile before he pulled his pants up and walked out the door, telling me he'd be back in a few hours. 



When I turned around, I saw my husband peeking through a window. I realized that he must have been there the entire time I sucked off Philip. I smiled at him, knowing he'd just seen me suck off the boy next door, who was now my 19 year-old boyfriend.



"Wimp." I said out loud as I walked away to shower.

