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—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…\” Shane looked at his watch and raised his eyebrows “…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?”

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