"It'll be our first time leaving home. I'm kinda nervous." Trevor said while laying in bed with his wife Vanessa.
"As long as you have me, you don't have to worry about anything." She reassured kissing him on the cheek.
"So the movers got everything?"
"For the millionth time, yes. Stop worrying about it. We don't even have that much stuff." She said annoyed. She knew her husband since they were just kids. Trevor had a tendency to worry about everything.
Newlywed Trevor and Vanessa would move to a city where Trevor landed an accounting job. The city wasn't too big so cost of living wasn't high either. They would be fine living off a single income. They decided to save some money and rent until they could buy a house. They found a very cheap apartment not too far from his workplace. Unfortunately, they learned their first life lesson pretty quickly in the big city. The apartment was in the bad part of town. Signing a two year lease for a discount on their rent was a terrible idea. Parking was hard to find, loud neighbors and unchaperoned kids were running rampant throughout the complex. There wasn't a single white face to be found. All black, mexican, and various refugees with thick accents. The papers were signed and it was too late. They'd have to pay the full amount of the lease if they broke it. Trevor's head hung low as they approached the leasing office.
They both entered the room with a small TV hanging off the wall and the room filled with smoke. The office seemed vacant. "Hello?" Vanessa called out. An older man that looked middle eastern stepped out. He stood in front of the desk that separated the two parties without saying a word. After a moment of awkward silence, Vanessa spoke, "We're here to pick up our keys. Vanessa and Trevor Morgan."
"Ah yes. I see. One second." He slowly walked toward a rack of displayed keys. Trevor saw that it was exposed and anyone could walk in and grab a set of keys. It didn't help with the already overwhelming situation. "Here's the house key. The mail key. The pool and exercise key. The garage key."
"Oh there's a garage? I didn't see it on the way here."
"Eh. It's under maintenance," he said unsurely. "Where is your husband Ms. Vanessa?"
Vanessa laughed out loud, "Right here." She pointed at Trevor.
The man laughed out loud even harder. "Oh I'm so sorry." He continued laughing hysterically. "I thought that boy was your little brother." Trevor was always short. 5'2" and barely 125lbs. On the other hand, Vanessa was built almost like an amazon. 5'9" 175 lbs of thickness everywhere. 36DD breasts, Large motherly-like hips and thighs that supported her enormous ass. Yet a tiny and fit waist.
Trevor was too timid to say anything to the man, but Vanessa had a short temper. "That's not funny. He's my husband and I love him very much. Try to be a little more professional," she practically spat out. The man was taken back by her brashness as they left the office.
On the way up to the elevator, Trevor grabbed his wife's hand. "Thank you for standing up for me. That's why I love you."
Her angered face quickly melted away by his soft and sweet voice. "It seems like I'm always standing up for you. Isn't that guy's job?" she teased. Trevor looked a bit ashamed. "I'm just kidding honey. It doesn't matter how big or small you are. I will always love you and I will always stand up for you. You're the only one for me in this world." Trevor's face lit up with a smile. A huge ego and self-esteem boost he needed after such a terrible outcome on the apartment.
The inside of their place wasn't much different from what they expected. They could hear muffled people through the walls from virtually all directions. While Vanessa was setting up in the kitchen, Trevor went to the main bedroom. He was unpacking the boxes when he heard some very obscene noises coming from just behind the wall. It was clearly a couple having sex. The woman was very vocal and moaned, screamed, and cursed loudly. For some reason, Trevor imagined his wife being on the other side of that wall being pounded by a stranger. He immediately got an erection. He was both embarrassed and so turned on. He had never felt this way before. His heart raced to the point it felt like exploding. He wanted to masturbate right then and there. As the couple from across the wall began to climax, Trevor imagined his wife getting creampied by a stranger and came in his pants as well.
Vanessa walked in smiling. Trevor stood up with a visible stain in his pants. Vanessa was shocked. "Honey, you got something on your pants." she pointed.
Trevor, as red as a tomato quickly ran to the bathroom, "excuse me," he said brushing past his wife. He couldn't believe what just happened. He had just ejaculated without touching his cock. There was so much cum in his pants, more than he had ever released. On top of all that, he was already rock hard again thinking about the scenario with his wife. He quickly jerked off and cleaned up. Unfortunately for him, the thoughts never went away. For the rest of the day he was plagued with the idea of his wife cheating on him.
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A month had passed by and they were finally settled in and Trevor received his first paycheck. Things seemed to be going pretty well. Of course staying home wasn't ideal with all the noise, but they tried their best to get used to it.
Everything was going well. All except Trevor's newly found fetish. Any chance he got, he would masturbate to the idea of his wife cheating on him. He began to make a habit out of it and hid it from his wife very well. He hadn't watched too much porn before, but now he was consuming it by the truckloads. He found out that he was a cuckold. He wanted his wife to cheat on him. He wondered what her sexual reaction would be like with other men. He wanted it so badly yet could not find the courage to bring it up to his wife. He was ashamed after all.
Trevor was stuck at work. He asked his boss for as much overtime as he could possibly get. Sometimes he would work 12-14 hour days. It was getting late at night when he received a text from his wife.
Wife: Whatchya doing?
Trevor: Still at work
Wife: Are you hungry? I can make dinner when you're on your way home.
Trevor: Ate out tonight about an hour ago
Trevor: What about you? Doing anything fun?
Wife: Nope :( I'm bored and I miss you. I love you
Trevor: I love you too
Wife: Oh yeah. Our neighbor stopped by today to introduce himself.
Trevor's heart nearly stopped beating right there as he read her text. He was familiar with his neighbors to the right of their unit, but the one to the left (the one making all the fucking noises) he had never seen before. He texted back with a great amount of anxiety.
Trevor: Our neighbor to the left?
Wife: Yup
Trevor: What's his name? What did he look like?
Wife: Victor
Wife: He's so tall!
Trevor: Really?
Wife: Yeah. He had to duck whenever going through the door. Really dark too lol.
Trevor: Should've asked if he played basketball. Lol. jk.
