Cheating Wife Story by Tripleg 24

Story:  Marriage Manipulation

PART 3

"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—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…. 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.

PART 4

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—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…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—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—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…." 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…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—"

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 …

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….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.