James was Andrew’s big brother, and although they looked alike, they couldn’t have been more different. While Andrew was cute, James was more rugged, his arched eyebrows intimidating anyone he talked to. When he shook hands with you, his grip would make yours seem feminine. James was strong and confident, but also conservative and very laid back. Like his little brother, James was very soft-spoken, but you could tell there was a dark side to him anytime he looked or grinned at you.
Foursome Cuckold Stories: My Buddy Moves In and Relegates Me to the Basement
Andrew had moved in with my wife, Laryssa, and I. Days after his arrival, I ended up sleeping in the basement on a regular basis while he and my wife slept in the master bedroom together. Both he and Laryssa knew I preferred to sleep alone, as I often carried on about how much more comfortable the captain’s bed in the guest room was more comfortable than my marital mattress. Although he was only a foot bigger than me, Laryssa said it would make more sense for Andrew to sleep in the master bedroom with her since he was ‘way bigger than me,’ and as such, I volunteered to relocate to the basement of my own home.
When the subject initially came up, I told Andrew that Laryssa and I would need to make that decision to together. I was surprised to hear him chuckle – as if I was oblivious to something obvious – and say that she would be just fine under the covers with him. The smirk on his face when he said that made my dick twitch, which make Andrew snicker.
I knew he was right. Before he moved in, I often come home and see my girl laying in his arms on the couch watching TV. I was content with how comfortable they were with each other, but secretly envious of Andrew that Laryssa wasn’t as physically affectionate with me than she was with him.
After Andrew moved in with my wife and me, I found myself alone time and time again, ironically. They were always together behind closed doors, and when I would approach them in public areas in the household, they seemed to stop talking about whatever they were discussing. In fact, I always felt like I was a buzzkill around the two of them. When I saw them with each other from afar, I noticed that they liked to whisper to each other, despite sitting or standing side by side. Did they not want me to hear what they were talking about, or were they just comfortable talking so silently?
Laryssa and I were still a happily married couple, despite our lack of sex, or the fact that we slept in different beds. If anything, we became closer after Andrew moved in, but in a different way. She seemed looser, freer, like something inside of her had awoken. She talked to me with sincere smiles – she was happier. I got the vibe she had been given something she didn’t even know existed, and whatever it was, it was big. My wife talked to me, but more like the way she did with one of her girlfriends than the man she married. I knew my wife well enough to know there was something she wasn’t telling me but really wanted to. I think he wanted to give me details of something, and I felt like Andrew knew what it was.
As each day passed, Andrew and my wife became inseparable, once they were both at home. I started to feel inferior around Andrew, just from the way he looked at me. That smirk on his face was very suggestive, like he knew something I didn’t. He walked with confidence as if he realized he had something others didn’t. When the three of us were together, it began to feel like high school – they were the cool kids, and I was the wallflower.
When the three of us were together, it began to feel like high school – they were the cool kids, and I was the wallflower.
A friend of my wife’s, Amy, saw me at a coffee shop one day, and we ended up talking for quite a while. She seemed fascinated with me, looking at me like I was oblivious to something. As one of Laryssa’s friends, I had no doubt my wife confided in Amy, told her things she wouldn’t tell her husband, girl-talk. But it was obvious Amy knew something I didn’t.
Amy and I saw each other a few times at the same coffee shop. She talked about Andrew and Laryssa like they were a package of some sort, pairing his name up with hers. She loved asking me questions about Andrew and Laryssa, but cryptically, as if she needed an update on a situation, and was dancing around the facts. I eventually asked Amy why she brought up Andrew and Laryssa together as much as she did. She surprised me by saying she thinks I’m the most interesting person in her life right now. She failed to explain why.
“Honestly dude,” Amy said with a laugh. “They should put a camera on all three you, full-time. You guys are a fucking reality show.”
“Um, we’re not that interesting,” I replied, wondering what was so fascinating about us.
“Trust me, sweetie, you are,” Amy replied with a wink. She was acting very condescending towards me, and I didn’t care for her holier-than-thou attitude. It wasn’t lost on me how hypocritical my thoughts were, as Andrew treated me like Amy had at times, and I didn’t think less of him at all.
The last time I saw Amy in the coffee shop, I mentioned setting her up on a date with Andrew, suggesting a double-date. She laughed and told me “the stud was taken,” but inquired about his big brother, my buddy, James. I was happy to set something up but wondered why she thought Andrew had a girl. I never saw him with anyone besides my wife.
I Was a 5th Wheel on a Date with My Wife and My Buddies
James invited Laryssa, Andrew and me over to his house for dinner and drinks, to make his first date with Amy less awkward with familiar faces around. I showed up late, coming straight from work. Andrew and Laryssa were already there. I felt like a fifth wheel, with Andrew getting all of my wife’s attention and Amy fawning all over James. The four of them had fun drinking, talking, laughing, and eating. I mostly was fetching things from the kitchen at the
requests orders of both James and Andrew. Trying to be a gracious guest (and to give me something to do), I volunteered to clean up and wash dishes, while the four of them hung out in the living room.
When I had finished, Andrew and Laryssa were missing. James and Amy were making out, and when he saw me approaching them, James raised one of his arched eyebrows at me, which spoke volumes. I excused myself, telling James I was going to leave early. I asked him where my wife and Andrew were, which seemed to make both he and Amy smile.
“Just go on home alone, buddy,” James said to Amy with a wink. “She’s in good hands with Andrew tonight. I’ll tell them you left.”
“Oh, okay, thanks, man,” I replied to my friend.
Once I left, I noticed my wife’s car across the street, but no one inside. I called her cell and asked where she was. Laryssa told me she was still at James’ house with Andrew. When I asked where, I heard Andrew blurt out, “IN BED!”, before she giggled, told him to shut up, and corrected him in saying they were in the “BEDROOM…guest bedROOM.” She began panting heavily before the connection ended.
I forgot something, and when I re-entered James’ house, no one was in the living room. I looked around in the kitchen, basement, bar, and couldn’t find anyone until I heard a thud coming from upstairs.
After walking up to the second floor, I stood between two bedrooms with closed doors. Andrew and my wife were apparently in the guest bedroom, while James and Amy were in the room parallel to it.
All four inhabitants of the rooms started making moaning and grunting noises, and at one point, bedsprings started to bounce in both rooms, simultaneously. Those squeaks turned into rumbles, like furniture was shaking, perhaps smashing the walls. It was like James and Andrew were trying to outdo each other…but at what?
I suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of my wife screaming, and ran to the guest room’s door, but stopped short when I heard her giggle. She wasn’t in danger, but the closed-door dividing us clearly meant ‘do not disturb,’ something I picked up on after Andrew moved in with us. Behind me, I heard Amy moan and shout about how thick something was. Not to be undone, Laryssa was trying to get words out between breaths.
“Sooooooo fuckinggggg biiiiiigggggggg……” were the only words I could decipher coming out of her mouth.
On a double date with my wife, my buddy asked me for a condom.
Suddenly, James’ door opened, and he walked out. He was a sweaty mess, wearing only boxer briefs and a t-shirt. James was surprised to see me standing in his hallway, but relieved, asking me if I had any condoms on me, as he already broke his last two. I looked in my wallet and happened to have one, something I picked up from the doctor’s office and forgot about. He looked at it and flicked it at me, chuckling, “dude, those condoms are way too small for me…”
I looked at the packet – they were large-sized. He laughed as he walked to the guest bedroom, knocking on the door, turning his head back to me.
“…and probably way too big for you”. James bookended with a grin.
Andrew, also wearing just boxers and a t-shirt, opened the door, asking what we were talking about. James thumbed in my direction and mentioned my condom’s size, and the brothers shared a laugh while looking at me. Reaching for his jeans on the floor, Andrew took out a bunch of condoms out of his back pocket. They fist-bumped each other before James walked back to his bedroom, dropping a condom in the hallway before shutting his door. Andrew pointed to the condom and
asked told me to pick it up and toss it to him.
I grabbed the sealed condom packet and saw the size difference – his were XL magnum-sized. I raised an eyebrow, impressed, which made Andrew smile. I tossed the condom to him, he caught it with his right hand, gave me a thumbs-up and shut the door. Before he did, I saw the bare legs of my wife lying on the bed.
I Offered My Friend One of My Large-Size Condoms. He Laughed and Said They Were Way Too Small for Him.
Hearing my footsteps walking down the stairs, James yelled for me to come into his room for a moment. When I walked in, Amy was under the covers with James. I couldn’t see her head, but her head seemed to be bobbing up and down near James’ stomach. Looking at me amused, James pointed to a pile of clothes in the corner and asked me to do him a favor and wash them. I told him I didn’t have time but immediately changed my answer once James once again raised his arched eyebrow at me.
“I’ll have them clean and folded by morning, James,” I said, obediently. Amy’s head immediately popped up from under the covers.
“Wow!” She said to James. “Andrew really has him trained!”. This made James laugh hysterically as he pushed her head back under the duvet. He looked at me, winked, and nodded towards the door, silently suggesting I take my leave. I grabbed all of James dirty socks, underwear, and t-shirts before making my way out.
“Wait, you forgot one!” James shouted. I turned around, my hands full of his dirty laundry. He reached under the covers, grabbed his boxer briefs, and sling-shotted them at my face. James’ underwear slipped right into the pile of clothes in my hands.
“Score” James shouted with his arms up before giving his attention back to the girl in his bed, a girl he was on his first date with, no less. I chose not to disturb Andrew and my wife as furniture loudly moved in thrusts with each step I took down the stairs.