TITLE    : Worshipping Kurt Angle
STORYID  : worshipping-kurt-angle_2002
SUMMARY  : Wife is a sucker for an Olympic hero.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-06-05
CATEGORY : celebrity-stories
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TAGS     : |none|


After the vicious humiliation I had received at the hands of Shane McMahon and my wife Laryssa (see: Worshipping Shane McMahon), I was relieved to hear that my wife was not seeing him anymore. There had been a few times since that first night where I was forced to watch my wife take on Shane's big "Mac-arooni", but earlier this week, she gave me the good news. 



The bad news was that there was a new man in her life. She claimed he was a friend of Shane's and someone whom I admired as well. She didn't give me a name, which not only pissed me off, but left me guessing in the process. If my wife knew anything about me, she knew I hated being kept in suspense, and that I would go through great lengths to discover things that eluded me. 



So the question arose: Who was my wife's new boyfriend, and what did he have that she couldn't get from me...or Shane? 



I decided to play detective and go right to someone who would know for sure. That person was, of course, her last "boyfriend", Shane. As I drove up to his office, I went over in my head what I would say when I saw him. I wanted to gloat in his face, rub it in a little that my wife dumped him for a friend of his. Instead, once Shane-o saw me approaching him, he broke out in laughter and yelled out to the guys beside him "Look boys, the cuckold's coming! What will I do?" His mocking me instigated the others to laugh as well. I tried to act tough, concealing what everyone in room already knew. I was a beaten man at the hands of my wife's sexual appetite. I should have been the man who gave it to her. Instead, I seemed to be the last one on her list of guys to fuck.



After telling the other wrestlers who were around Shane what kind of adventures he had with my wife, he asked me what I came to see him about. Suddenly, I realized I was in no position to gloat about anything. Shane was the guy who could give my wife what I never could, and both of them had proven it to me, up close and personal. I decided to be blunt, and out right asked him what I wanted to know. As I did this, I realized I was looking up at him, and we was smirking down at me. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him, as all I could see in his eyes was shear cockiness. I felt humiliated to be asking a guy my wife was fucking on the side who she was currently fucking. I think Shane realized this, since he stopped laughing at me, placed his big right hand on my shoulder and told me the truth. That my wife had a new Olympic hero.



Kurt Angle?! My wife was fucking Kurt Angle?! I mean, not that I had anything against Kurt, but&#x2014;what the hell?! How was I going to compete with Kurt in the sack! It was one thing to live up to Shane and his giant "Mac-arooni", but surely my wife wouldn't be doing the American Hero if he didn't have the goods in his trunks. It was at this point that I realized two things. Not only was Kurt fucking my wife, he must have sported a huge cock as well. 



Sensing my panic, Shane proceeded to rub my face in the story of how he introduced Laryssa to Kurt. They had met face to face at the gym, after Kurt's inquiries about the how wild Laryssa was in bed (no doubt thanks to Shane's bragging). Kurt decided to compete with Shane, and he wanted in on the action. Most men wouldn't want to share their girlfriends, but my wife wasn't Shane's girlfriend, she was his whore, his little fuck slut, his cunt. So, without hesitation, Shane set it up. He was proud of the fact that Laryssa could handle his giant cock (most girls couldn't), so he figured she'd be ready for a second cock in their regular fuck sessions (Regular?!--Were there more times that I didn't know about?!). Laryssa was keen on the idea as soon as it was pitched to her, and with one simple inquiry, the wheels were in motion for my wife to truly become the whore Shane was making her out to be. 



Obviously, it did. Shane told me all about how they took turns with her, then fucked her at the same time. Shane prided himself on being hin her cunt as Kurt fucked her mouth. He loved sliding his cock between her tits as she caught his thick mushroom head in her mouth, and Kurt took breaks to watch her in all her prowess. The words doggie-style was used a few times as well. All I was hearing, though, was how Shane and Kurt make a slut out of my sweet young wife, and flooded her body with their cum when they were done. When it was all over, she begged them to stay and do it all over again. Of course, they did, and my wife took separate showers with them afterwards, bathing them from head to toe. Shane even went so far as to whisper in my ear "If you hurry, you might be able to catch them fucking in your own bed right about&hellip;" Shane looked at his watch and raised his eyebrows "&hellip;now!"



I walked away in anger, storming away an enraged man, only to have Shane belittle me even as I tried to leave, "See ya later, you little wimp!" he shouted. I drove off home. I was so angry that my wife was fucking around on me, as the direction in our marriage was looking terrible from my vantage point. I was somewhat content with Laryssa's adventures with Shane, but fucking Kurt as well was only making her a slut, and making me a complete fool. On the other hand, the one constant throughout the whole ordeal was still apparent: I loved being the cuckold, and the guys who were fucking my sweet young wife were all guys I would approve of. I still liked Shane. I still admired Kurt. So I figured, if she was going to be getting other cocks on the side, then she might as well be getting the best.



Like any betrayed husband would do, I decided to spy on them. Keeping in mind that Kurt was twice the size of me physically, I had to plan this right. If I had been thinking practically, I would have planned it all out, complete with video cameras. Instead, I decided today was the day I would catch them. I had to get this over with. I began to go over hiding spots in my head. This had to be strategic, as I knew if I had been caught, the possibility of severe humiliation at my expense was very strong. Also, there would be a good chance I would receive an ass-kicking at the hands of the Olympic hero as well. Watching through a window wouldn't do (see: Watching Sheldon), so the hiding spot had to be a closet. I arrived home, and no one was there. 



Relieved, I sprawled myself out on my couch, coming to the conclusion that Shane was just messing with my head. Kurt wasn't fucking my wife. What a relief. My heard stopped pounding and my breath came back. I stopped sweating and even put my legs up on the coffee table. Suddenly, I heard the keyhole jiggle. I jumped up and ran to the closet beside the front door, closing it as the front door swung open. There they were, the two lovers, my wife Laryssa and her boyfriend, Kurt Angle.



Within seconds, they were making out like teenagers, her lips sucking his, his tongue attacking hers. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, which were off before I even got a chance to blink. Kurt seemed to be impatient, ripping off her bra and panties with each hand, sucking her neck and attacking her tits with his mouth. She moaned and told him to slow down, but he wasn't having any of that! He smiled at her and picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They resumed kissing as he turned around and lay her down on the couch I was just sitting in. Kurt put her down and looked down at her, making a comment about her truly being the little horny slut he knew she was. She laughed out loud and attacked his crotch, smelling it through his tear-aways. He lifted off his gold medal, made her kiss it, and placed it down on the coffee table. He lifted off his t-shirt and she attacked his chest, licking it, smelling it, sucking it. She licked his belly button, smelled his armpit, sucked his muscles and even stroked his forearm, making him beg for more. She ripped off his tear-aways and got on her knees, smelling his fat cock through his stained-white boxers. They came down slowly, making a giant, 11-inch cock land on her face. She giggled and took it in her mouth as he grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her head down on his fat member, yelling obscenities at her before taking it out of her mouth and slapping her face with it a few times. She begged for more, before I dropped the umbrella in the closet. 



"What was that?" Kurt asked.



"What was what?" she responded.



"Something just moved in the closet."



"Maybe its my husband, spying on us!" she said.



Oh shit, I thought to myself. Busted. 



"Yeah, I heard about him," Kurt said out loud. "I heard Shane forced him to watch you take his dick. Is that true?" Oh good, I thought. My wife was only making fun of me. She didn't actually think I was in the closet. 



"Kurt, Shane made him watch me do things to him I never did for my husband! Actually, Shane did a lot more to me that no one would ever believe he'd do, most of which my husband doesn't know about."



"Like what?"



"Like&hellip;" my wife whispered something in Kurt's ear, making his eyes widen and laugh out loud. "He did that?! With you? But you're so&hellip;.tight!"



"Yup. And afterward he&hellip;" another whisper, making Kurt almost choke. 



"You what? You didn't!"



"Oh its true, Kurt. It's damn true."



I watched my wife get back to her task at hand, swirling her tongue over Kurt's big sack, which was completely smooth, with low-hanging balls and full of cum. My wife's head was bobbing up and down on his huge tool, making sucking and slobbering noises as she sucked away. Kurt had his head up, smiling and using his thick hands to pull her hair, adjusting her head to his pleasure. He was fucking her mouth, slowly at first, then gradually harder. He was grunting, sweating, calling her filthy names and was completely out of character from his television persona. With all the cum leaking from my own cock as I stroked it slowly watching the two lovers, I needed something to wipe myself up with. I looked down to see Kurt and Laryssa's clothes in front of the closet door. The closest thing I could reach without being caught was a sock&#x2014;Kurt's sock. Slowly and carefully, I reached for it. Once in hand, I couldn't help but take a quick whiff&#x2014;oh man. Kurt sure sweated a lot, but that smell&#x2014;damn. Kurt smelled like a man, and I could see why my wife had a smile on her face, legs spread in the air, having Kurt lick and suck her cunt like it was for a championship belt or gold medal. 



I pumped harder on my cock, watching Kurt get on top of her and in one swift motion, slide his thick dick directly into my tight little wife. She smiled and looked up at him, winking at him and telling him things she would never say to me. She consistently complimented him on the thickness of his cock, telling him it was the best one she had yet, and that she would do him anytime he wanted. I tried to assure myself she was only saying those things in the moment of passion, that she didn't really mean it. I continued to watch her bury her nose in his armpits, smelling his sweat, appreciating his athletic aroma. Laryssa took her sweet time appreciating his bulging chest, licking each peck with her tongue in circular motions. She would bob her head up between licks, kissing Kurt on the lips, sucking his lower lip every time their kiss broke. Kurt was whispering in her ear, sucking her tits, fucking her for all she was worth. 



I couldn't help but be impressed with Kurt's fat cock. My wife wasn't exaggerating--it really was as long and wide as she seemed to boast. When he asked Laryssa where she wanted his Olympic cum, I couldn't help but feel disappointed that the scene was about to end. They gave it their all though, and I don't know that I would have lasted as long had I been the one fucking Laryssa. 



Kurt's balls were bouncing off her cunt faster and harder, and I knew they were in their moment of twilight before they reached nirvana. Within seconds, a bucketful of cum splattered all across my wife's face. Laryssa stuck her tongue out to catch some of it. It didn't stop pouring out of his cock, almost in slow motion, large spurts moving to slow frequent ones, blending in with the rest of the cum dripping from her face. She licked her lips, smiling up at Kurt, who was kneeling over her face, stroking his fat cock with his big wrestling hands, admiring at the handiwork he just made. 



"It takes a lot for me to cum like that, babe." He said to her. "Shane was right. You are one hot little slut."



"Maybe," she responded. "But I can't help it, Kurt. Ever since the threesome, all I can think about is your Olympic cock!"



"Damn, baby. You keep doing be like this and I promise you, I will flood your face every day of your life!"



"Mmm, Kurt. Be careful, I might hold you to that."



"Oh, its true, baby. Anyways, I'd love to stay, but I gotta head back to the gym. What are your plans for diner later?"



"Just eating in with my husband. Lotta fun that's gonna be after this, eh? It's fine though. I've got a lot of cum to clean off before he gets home."



"Too bad he's not here. I'd make him clean you off."



"Really?"



"Hell yeah. Any man who lets his wife fuck another guy deserves to be humiliated as such."



"So what would you do?"



"First, I'd fuck you in front of him. Real hard, you know? I'd take my Olympic cock and shove it in you farther than he's ever been. Then I'd grab him and make him sniff my dick sliding in and out of you. I'd cum so far inside of you that he'd have to eat you out for hours. You'd love it!"



"Kurt that sounds soooo good. Tell me more!"



"You like this, eh? You like your husband humiliated? You want him to watch me fuck you silly, you little slut?"



"Mmmm yeah."



"Uh yeah. Someday, I'm going to do it. I'm going to fuck you senseless as he sits at the foot of the bed. And you know what, Laryssa? I'd do it better then Shane! What do you think about that, you little slut?"



"Ugh Kurt, I want it! Do me in front of him! Do me again right now!"



"Damn, babe. You got me hard again, but I really gotta go. Fuck diner with your husband, come meet me somewhere afterwards!"



"We'll see. I just might!"



"You got a towel I can use, babe?"



"Yeah, there are lots of 'em in the closet."



Oh no! Not this closet!



"Which closet?"



"The one beside the front door."



No! No! No! No! NO! NO!!! This can't be happening!



"This one?" Kurt asked as he walked closer and closer to me.



"Yup, should be right on the bottom shelf. I dumped a whole pile there the this morning."



No! Don't come in here! I was panicking, my blood rushed, my heart throbbed. I had my cum all over my hands from jacking off to the two of them fucking, and I was going to be caught! This was not happening!!!!!!!!!!!



SWING!



"Uh, hi Kurt," I said as I stood up, startling him. He took a step back as I straightened myself out. 



"Who the fuck are you?" he asked, disgusted at who he suspected I was.



"I'm Laryssa's husband. How are you?" I said like an idiot. I stuck out my cum-covered hand for a handshake.



"Oh my god." My wife said loudly, shocked and disgusted at the same time.



"You're not serious. This is a joke, right? He was here the entire time?" Kurt asked my wife.



"Oh man, Kurt, its him." My wife said, completely embarrassed. "This is my husband. I don't know what he was doing there&#x2014;this is not a rib. I didn't ask him to hide there, really."



"For real? This piece of shit is your man?"



"Yup, that's him."



BOOM! Kurt's fist hit my stomach fast, making me lean forward. He used the opportunity to DDT me right on the floor, making my wife yelp. He grabbed my shirt and picked me up, slamming me against the wall. Kurt got right in my face, first spitting on me, then smacking me hard with his right hand.



"Don't you ever do that again, you hear me? Do you know who I am? Do you know what I can do to you, you pathetic little wimp? What were you doing in there? Why were you spying on us?"



"Kurt," I said. "This is my house! You can't talk to me like this! I'm the owner of this house, and that's my wife you just nailed!"



"You telling me I can't fuck your wife??"



"That's exactly what I'm telling you! Get out!"



BOOM! Another punch hit my stomach. I bent down again, and this time Kurt used his famous 'firearms carry/Olympic slam' on me, suplexing me on the coffee table, shattering it in the process. My wife leaped of the way, a little scared at Kurt's temper tantrum. I tried to get up, but the Olympic hero had me in his patented Ankle lock. I tapped out, but Kurt wouldn't break the hold.



"Who's the man? C'mon, you mutherfucker, WHO'S THE MAN?"



"You are, Kurt you are!"



"Louder, mutherfucker!"



"Ugh, you are the FUCKING MAN, KURT! LET ME GO, LET ME GO!" My wife broke out in laughter, realizing Kurt was putting me in my place. She told him to let me go, but he wouldn't let up.



"Tell me what a wimp you are."



"Never!" 



Kurt tightened his hold and twisted the ankle. "Tell me, mutherfucker!"



"UGH! I am! I'm a wimp."



"And who should your wife go to for a good fuck?"



"You, Kurt, you!"



"Not you?"



"Ugh, No! You should fuck her!"



"Why?"



"Because I'm a wimp!" Kurt broke the hold and got up, grabbed my wife by the waist and kissed her right on the lips.



"Ugh, Kurt I am spineless wimp, I admit it!"



"Um, honey" my wife spoke up. "He doesn't have the hold on you anymore." 



Embarrassed, I turned around and saw the two of them looking down on me, snickering. I got up and tried to walk away, clearly a defeated man when Kurt told me to "wait up" as he approached me.



"Don't go anywhere. You probably heard your wife and I making diner plans. Only now we have someone to cook it for us. So get to stepping, little man. When I come back, after you make whatever Laryssa asks for, you get to watch me fuck your hot little wife. You get the privilige of watching an Olympic cock! You get to see what I'm capable of&#x2014;up close!"



"Okay."



"I mean it. You should see what you're missing. It's a shame that you don't get to enjoy what your wife has to offer. But I do, so I guess this story has a happy ending. Right?"



"It's true, Kurt. It's damn true." 



END

