The Ultimate Cuckold 7: Were Rob AND Andrew Both Fucking My Wife?!?!

[torontocuck]

The first seven parts are here: Parts one, two, three, four, five, part six and part seven.

I spent the last two weeks rebuilding my life. James gave me a few days to find a new place to live, as he was sick of me living on his couch. I had hoped to reconcile with my wife, hoping she'd let me move in, still not knowing for sure what her status was with my best friend, Andrew. I had still not caught them in the act of anything sexual. All I had seen them do together is hang out, occasionally hug and peck each other on the lips. Rumours were rumours, I had convinced myself, as everyone dubbed me "The Sniffer", a nickname earned because I was accused of sniffing my best friend's boxer shorts. I didn't, it was a misunderstanding...but people will believe what they want to.

The next door neighbour of the house I lived in with my wife, who always liked me, took pity on me and decided to rent out one of the rooms in her house to me. Granted, the house was shared with 4 others, mostly students, but for $400 a month, I couldn't say no. This way, I could be close to my wife, and deep down inside, I think I actually wanted to catch her with Andrew. Just thinking about the two of them betraying me as people have said they did made me rock hard...I was supposed to be upset with them, but as time progressed, I became obsessed and infatuated with the fact that a friend who I took let tag along with me stole my job, my money, my friends and my wife away from me.

Laryssa was surprised when I told her that I was her new neighbour, she looked more creeped out than excited, which kind of broke my heart, but I rolled with it - I didn't want to scare her away any more than I already had. She kind of yelped when I told her my bedroom window faces hers - the same bedroom her and I used to call our own. Laryssa invited me in and we talked, and things were civil. She said work was great, never better, and that she thought the separation between us was working. She asked me point blank about the incident when the police arrested me for 'breaking in', and I told her the truth, which she accepted. I asked her why she changed the locks, and she told me for security issues, it had nothing to do with me. So far, things were looking good, she was calming me down. I asked her if I would be getting one of the keys anytime soon, but she startled me when she told me only two front door keys were made, she had one, and Andrew had the other.

I swallowed hard and looked down at her. I had had to come out and ask her, rather than beat around the bush. I grabbed her hand and told her how much I loved her, and that I'd forgive her if she was seeing someone else while we were separated...even if she was seeing someone else while we were together. I told her I loved her more than anything, and that I wanted to make our marriage work. She looked me in the eye and told me she loved me too...but that this separation wasn't over - it was working on many levels for both of us. She pulled her hand away and told me that instead of me holding a torch for her, that I should focus on progressing my life with things other than her. She said I should focus on a new job, new friends, my new living quarters...

I told her I was doing all of those things, but she said I seemed to be hung up on her. I told her I had just started a job at The Bijou, a bar downtown. She laughed...she knew what The Bijou was: it was a porno bar, a bathhouse, where men and women hooked up. Porn would be playing in all areas of the darkened bar, and dirty booth-rooms with beds were available by the hour. She asked me what my job there was, and I told her the truth, begging her not tell anyone: I was on clean-up duty. Laryssa pushed her chair back and walked around me laughing. "You're a jizz-mopper?!" she tried to say while she laughed. I was so embarassed to be telling her this, and tried to leave the table. She apologized for laughing, didn't chase after me...and I left the house with my head hung low.

Work was terrible that night. The bar had a sleezy reputation, but it was a pretty clean place with an elegant clientele. It wasn't a jerk-off booth bar by any means, as the rooms were pricey, the place was spotless, the finest beer was on tap, and the cover charge was pretty steep. My boss, however, was an asshole he didn't like me very much, often making me do the menial tasks harder and longer than anyone else: scrubbing urinals and toilets, mopping up the floors after a couple was finished fucking in the rooms...it was hard work.

The night got worse: Rob, Andrew and Laryssa walked in! I was heartbroken - I had her promise me not to tell anyone! Guess she didn't say she'd keep the promise. I hid and tried to remain in the dark as the three of them sat at the bar, looking around, probably for me to laugh at. I did my best to avoid them for the next 20 minutes, but it really bothered me that two of my closest friends were treating me like shit, and hanging out with my wife. Andrew had his arm around my wife's waist while she talked to Rob. I was actually kind of worried about the three of them together, let alone Laryssa and Andrew together, because everyone knew Rob had a lot of girls he was fucking one the side at one time. He usually had about 4 or 5 girls he could call on any given night, never tying himself down to one. My wife made it no secret while we were married that she had a little crush on his boyish looks too: she called him a cuter, babyfaced version of Fred Durst.

I stepped out to get some air in the back and when I came back, the three of them were gone from the bar. I was kind of relieved they didn't find me, and my boss ordered me to clean up room #2. I picked up the used condoms off the floor, when I heard hard fucking against the wall in room #1. This wasn't unusual, until I heard:

"Mmmmm....Andrew...."

Oh no. They rented a room together.

I closed room #2 and stayed inside the room as I tried to listen to what was happening. I couldn't hear much, just a lot of panting, moaning, slapping, groaning...a woman calling Andrew's name.

Then the same woman calling Rob's name.

Oh no. They were double-teaming her.

Gagging noises, hi-fives, lots of muffled manly-talk from the next room. I grabbed my crotch and rubbed myself, wondering what they were doing. Then dead silence. I could hear the door opening, and everyone getting out. I opened the door after I was sure they were gone, and ran into room #1 to look for evidence. Two condom wrappers on the floor. Two wet, used, extra-large condoms on the bed.

And the same panties I found in my apartment the night Andrew's girlfriend spent the night. The same panties in my wife's drawer.

I opened the door and Andrew, Rob and Laryssa were across the hall, all seeing me as soon as I stepped out. Rob and Andrew broke out laughing as I held the used condoms in my hand, my wife mouthing "oh my god" from her lips. She turned around and cuddled into my best freind's arms, laughing into his chest. I ran away as my boss yelled for me, wondering why I was slacking off, as room #2 wasn't done being cleaned.

I ran into the bathroom and took a piss, hoping the three of them would be gone when I exited, but when I turned around, Andrew and Rob were right behind me. Andrew shoved me, I slipped on the piss on the floor, the back of my head landing in the unflushed urinal. Andrew chewed his gum as he fleshed out his cock and started pissing right on my face, with Rob walking around the bathroom laughing. I tried to get up and get away, but I kept stumbling over myself, slipping and falling on the puddle of piss under me. "Just lay there and take it, you little pervert" Andrew said as she shook the last of his drops on my lips. He washed his hands and asked Rob if he was coming, and Rob said "in a second".

Rob crouched down and spoke to me as Andrew left, no doubt to tell my wife of his latest conquest against me. "Dude, you're a mess. When Laryssa told us you were working here, I didn't believe it, so we came down to see just for shits and giggles. You've hit rock-bottom, bro." he said, throwing me a napkin to wipe my face. "Look, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but people are warning your wife to stay away from you. People are saying you're bad news. Moving in beside Laryssa wasn't a good idea bro. It's creepy."

I started to laugh at the irony. Rob and I used to hang out and laugh at Andrew, and Rob was one of many friends who warned me about how dangerous keeping Andrew around was. Now Andrew was using that against me, giving me a reputation I could not live down. I was warned about Andrew. Now people were warning my wife about me.

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[torontocuck]

I came home at 1am that night, smelling like piss and dead tired. The lights were still on at my wife's house, music coming out of her bedroom. I turned on the light once I got to my room and looked out the window. I could see my wife smiling and talking to someone, unbuttoning her blouse, swinging her hips slowly, her face filled with excitement. The person she was talking to moved closer to the view.

It was Andrew.

He pulled off his t-shirt and began to unbuckle his belt, nodding to the window, not breaking eye contact with my wife.

Rob then arose from the bed beside Laryssa - he was lying down beside her, wearing only a red baseball cap, a t-shirt and shorts. He took off one sock at a time as he got closer to the window, closed it, and saw me in the window across from him. He made eye contact with me, winked, and pulled down the shades.

With the window closed, I could not hear anything from my wife's bedroom. No music, no voices, nothing. Only the chirping of crickets outside.

Maybe moving in next door to her wasn't such a good idea after all.