Read part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/KeI5QXxAKB
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After the events of the party, things had changed between my crush and I. She was a lot less responsive to texting and I felt like things were truly over. Little did I know, they were only beginning.
I was out running errands on my way to do laundry when out of nowhere, they see me and call me over to chat and catch up. After some small talk, I decided to ask if they were officially dating now. “Well, kinda” she giggled as he put an arm around her and pulled her close. My heart sank, but I couldn’t help notice the mix of excitement that stirred deep within me. A lingering jealousy mixed with an undeniable feeling of arousal. If only I’d been able to tell her my true feelings when I had the chance…
“We’re grabbing some food, you can join if you’re not doing anything” he said to me. I had no plans other than doing some laundry, and agreed. If this was the closest I could get to a date with her, I’ll take it. We went to a regular spot and everyone got something. The conversation was pretty vanilla, but there was some light hints about what was to come. “Did you have fun at the party?” she asked me, and I responded I did and asked if she did. Before she could answer, he interjected “oh, she definitely did” and smirked at me while she blushed.
When the check arrived, he said something that made my blood run cold. “We know it was you who interrupted us. Gotta say man, not cool”. I apologized and looked over at her blushing, half innocent half guilty face. “If you’re truly sorry, you won’t mind covering the bill. We can call it even” he said to me. I thought this was fair, and I agreed and paid for all of it.
Once that was done, I think they both knew I would be happy to do anything for her attention. She asked me what I was planning to do with the rest of my day. I responded by saying I was actually on my way to do laundry. “Oh, that’s good. I’m way behind on mine” she said. “Maybe he should start a laundry service” he joked to us. “That would be useful!” she giggled. I made a dumb comment about how it’d be a fun job for me, as I like reading in the laundromat. “Really? You’d do her laundry?” he asked. I was blushing by now, but said sure, not knowing what I was getting myself into.
“Oh, good!” She smiled at me, “it would actually be really helpful! Can you stop by my place and add some to your pile?”. I of course said “sure”, I couldn’t ever say no to her. The three of us walk to her place, which isn’t too far away. Me hauling my laundry bag while he walks with her arm around her shoulder.
We arrive at her place and she asks me to give her my laundry bag to add to and goes up to her room. It’s just me and him downstairs, and he’s giving me this smirk I’ll never forget. We don’t say much before she comes down with my bag and hands it back to me. “Here you go!”. I take the bag and she leads me out, he stays. “Just ring the door when you’re on your way back. Thanks so much for this!” she smiles as the door is closed behind me. It almost felt like she was rushing me out.
I carry the bag of the mixture of our laundry and get to the laundromat. I open the bag, and all her stuff is on top. Cute crop tops, workout shorts, socks…a few bras and panties. I couldn’t believe I was seeing her underwear in front of me. I picked a pair up to put into the washing machine, a black thong. I couldn’t help myself to inspect them more closely. It became clear why they needed cleaning…there was an outline of a wet spot that was clearly showing. Without thinking, I got closer to the bag to smell them. I still don’t know if it was just her juices or a mixture with his cum, but it was the best experience I’ve ever felt. I finally felt closer to her in an intimate way. Maybe this is a sign from her? Did she want me to do this? My mind raced with these thoughts before I remembered I actually had a job to do. I loaded her laundry inside…but I kept thong. I didn’t know what I was going to do with it, but I knew I needed to have it. I loaded her clothes into a separate bag for cleans.
I wash and dry her things, loving the process of inspecting each item she has. After I’m done, I decided to skip doing my own as I’m too turned on by everything and want to see her to return her clothes. I walk back to her place and ring the doorbell as instructed. A minute or two passes, no answer. I ring again, and very soon after she answers the door. She looks beautiful, wearing a loose t-shirt that’s long enough to cover her below the thighs. “That was fast!” She says, giving me a look of false innocence mixed with anxiety. I hand the separate bag I had ready to her and she smiles. I ask if I can get the bag back. “Ok, one sec” she says, before running back up the stairs. I could get a slight glimpse of her upper things and lower butt as she goes. She comes back after a few seconds and hands me the empty bag. “I just dumped it all on the bed” she tells me before thanking me and closing the door.
My mind was racing. Was he still there? Did she take a while to answer the door because they were in her room fucking? I think all the possibilities as I walk back to the laundromat to do my actual laundry.
I’m doing my thing, mind swimming with thoughts as I get a text from her. “Hey, one of my panties is missing!”.
[Part 3 coming soon! I got this idea to continue the story from a Redditor saying I should in chat. Things could start getting more explicit in future posts, so stick around.] 😉