Cuckolded at the College Reunion (10 page)

With her gone, I spun to Brad. “Brad, please--Look, okay….” I spread my hands wide in supplication. “I’m
sorry.
I really am. I’m sorry I tried to show her off to you. I’m sorry for...for whatever I did at college that made you hate me. But
please
don’t do this. Just let us go--”

Brad sat back on the bed, his dick still erect and straining, and put his hands behind his head. “
Let you go?!
I’m not holding you here. You haven’t been kidnapped. Walk out the door.”

“But Kim--”

“Kim’s a grown up, Louis. She can make her own decisions. And she’s chosen to fuck me. Watch or don’t watch, it’s up to you.” He leaned forward. “Oh, and--for the record?--I didn’t hate you, back them. Hating would imply you were worth my time. I thought about you about as much as I thought about the bugs I crushed under my shoes. But
now?
Now I know that it was you who got in the way, who stopped Kim coming back to me?
Now?
Yeah,
now
I hate you.”

Kim returned, closed the door behind her. It sank in that she must have been putting her cap in. She’d have stood there with one leg up on the bath or the seat of the toilet, folding the little dome into an oval, applying the spermicide, slipping it deep inside her….

I froze, my blood running cold.
Why had she had it in her purse?!
She didn’t normally take it out with her. Had she suspected that Brad would be there? Had she planned all this, right from the start?!

As I watched, Brad took her hands and drew her closer to him. He scooched to the edge of the bed again, lifted his head and kissed her. It was like watching a king sitting on his throne, attended to by a servant girl--he didn’t bother to get up or make any effort, just let her come to him. And then he was turning her to face me and gathering her dress up her legs, bunching it at her hips. Her panties were missing--I guess she hadn’t bothered to put them on again, after putting in the cap, knowing there was no point.

“Beautiful,” said Brad. He stroked at her pussy with his fingers and she gasped. She was still facing away from him, so he had to crane his head around her hip to see. “She used to shave completely, back in college. Did you know that? But I kind of prefer it like this. Just a little mystery.” He smirked. “An air of respectability. But you aren’t really respectable...are you, Kim?”

She tensed and squirmed at his words, but shook her head.

“No,” he said, answering his own question. “You’re not respectable at all.” And he started to draw her down into his lap, with her still facing me. He was going to get her to sit on his cock. I watched the heavy, throbbing head draw closer and closer to her. As her legs bent gracefully, her legs made even more shapely and elegant by her high heels, her pussy flowered open to receive him. I stepped forward again, hating the sight of it but having to see for myself. The head was a thick, purple wedge, smoothly glossy. The shaft was an angry pink, swollen stiff with blood. My head reeled as I watch her move down towards it. That thing was going inside my wife...and I could see her folds shining with moisture. She wanted him.

Chapter 10

The tip brushed against her and she gasped, closing her eyes. Then the head of him was pressing against the join of her lips, parting them...opening her. She sank lower, gasping, and he started to stretch her.

“Ah!” she cried out, her eyes opening.

Brad smirked. “You’d forgotten what it feels like?” he asked.

She bit her lip and nodded.

She’d forgotten what a real man felt like,
I thought mournfully,
because she’s been fucking me.
And, as I thought it, all the strength seemed to go out of my legs. I slumped to my knees, only about four feet from them. Brad laughed.

As the head started to push inside her, Kim slowed her descent. Soon she was only edging downwards millimeter by millimeter. I could see her breasts rising and falling slowly beneath the dress as she took deep, slow breaths. “I--I can’t--”

Brad licked at her neck. “Yeah, you can.” And then, grinning at me, he jerked his hips upward.

“AH!” Kim rose up with his cock, but I saw him slide into her a little more. “It--It’s too--”

“Say it,” said Brad victoriously.

“--too big!”

“No it isn’t, Kim. You used to take it just fine. And you want it...don’t you?”

She went quiet, biting her lip for a second. Her eyes were squeezed closed. “Yesss….” she said at last.

Brad grinned and put his hands on her sides, his huge hands almost seeming to surround her slender waist. Then he started to slowly push her down.

Kim’s eyes flew open as she realized what he was doing. “Ah-AH!” she gasped. But she didn’t tell him to stop, or try to struggle. She sat passively in his grip as he pressed his big cock into her. And, slumped on my knees in front of them, I had the perfect view as the thick head stretched her folds wider...wider...until they were a tight pink band around the purple girth. Kim’s head began to toss, long, golden tresses flying.

“Here it comes, Louis,” Brad muttered. “She’s about to be mine again.”

Those words made something snap inside me. I lunged forward to stop him--

Too late.

He pushed
up
with his hips just as his hands pushed her
down.
The wedge-shaped head stretched her wide, her folds glistening with her juices...and then he slid inside her and her lips closed tight behind the bulging head. She immediately slid three or four inches down his shaft, just from the momentum, and arched her back at the sensation. “
God!”
she panted.

She’s filled,
I thought.
She’s filled as much as she ever is with me inside her--maybe more. And he’s not even in her halfway!

Brad slowly lifted her again. She drew in her breath as she rose and I watched as his shaft slowly emerged from her, shining now with her juices. Her eyes widened as she felt the thicker head pull at her pussy lips from the outside, threatening to stretch her again. But he stopped there and--

Dropped her.

She let out a gasp at the trick, falling fast, maybe five or six inches before she caught herself with her legs. She twisted around to glare at him but, before she could say anything, he was lifting her again, quicker than before, right up to the head. And, before she could react to that, he was dropping her again, and this time she plunged even further, right down to six or seven inches. Her mouth opened into a wide “O” of shock and pleasure as she felt herself filled more than she’d ever been filled before--

No.
I caught myself.
No, she’s had it before. She’s done all this before, and more. I just never knew it.

She was panting now, twisting around to call him a
bastard
to his face, but he just laughed, and she made no attempt to get off his lap. I could tell it was familiar to both of them--the taunting and the name-calling and the slightly dominant tone he took with her. This is what it had been like, when they were together. This is what she’d never had with me.

He stopped dropping her, now. He gripped her firmly around the waist and started to pump her up and down on his shaft, and at the end of each in stroke he’d press her down towards the base of his shaft a little more. I could tell she was tight. He must have been right up against her limits, yet still he pushed her down. And, from the way she was flexing her pelvis in time with each thrust, she loved it. The dim lights of the room caught the little triangle of blonde hair and the jewels of moisture on her delicate pink lips, now obscenely spread around his huge shaft. Her braless breasts jiggled beneath her dress with each thrust.

Brad stroked her hair back from her face. He wanted me to see her expression, I realized. “Look at Louis,” he told her, his voice gentle but firm. “And fuck me.”

And then he just sat there.

Kim drew in a long, shuddering breath and then her legs began to straighten, her high heels pressing into the wood floor as she pressed herself upward. She gasped as the thick length moved within her, drawing herself almost all the way off it. And then she pushed herself back down, flexing her legs and squatting low to impale herself.

“Good,” Brad said, almost whispering. “Good girl, Kim. Like that”

She started to raise and lower herself, taking almost his full length, now. The music was still thumping below, but it didn’t quite cover the obscene sucking sound as she drew herself off him each time.
God, she must be really tight around him!

“Faster,” said Brad, his voice thick with lust. He reached up and lazily hooked the halter strap of her dress over her head. The dress fell down around her chest catching on one nipple and then, as she drove herself faster atop him, it fell around her waist. The full, tan perfection of her breasts was revealed, her nipples stiffly erect.

Brad craned forward, pressing his chest against her back so he could look over her shoulder. Kim groaned as his cock shifted angle inside her, but didn’t stop pumping herself up and down. “Man,” said Brad. “I’d forgotten just how nice a pair those are.” He reached down and took one in his hand. He weighed the mound in his hand, his thumb caressing the nipple. “She hasn’t started to droop at all. She’s still just as pert as a college girl. And so
big.
She always did have big tits.”

Kim jerked at that.

“Oh--What was that? What was that, Kim? You don’t like people calling them
tits,
these days? You used to love it when I talked about your tits.”

Kim squirmed even as she pumped up and down. “Bastard,” she hissed. But I could hear the raw heat in her voice. His words were inflaming her.

“She would have made a good stripper, wouldn’t she, Louis? Or a lap-dancer. Either. She has the sort of tits men pay money to see. And the sort of pussy men pay to fuck.” And on the last word, he lunged upward with his hips, just as Kim pushed herself down on him, and she gasped as he rooted himself in her. She stopped moving and just stayed there for a moment, her eyes wide. I stared at the point where they joined, her spread legs giving me the perfect view. Brad’s cock was buried all the way inside her, his balls hanging down full and heavy beneath.
God, he’s right up inside her!
The reality of it suddenly hit me.
He’s inside my wife!

Brad leaned forward and rested his chin on her shoulder, kissing her neck again. ‘Course,” he said, “it’ll all change when she gets knocked up.” He squeezed her breast lightly. “These’ll get even bigger. That sweet little tummy will swell up like a balloon. Then you’ll
squeeezzzze
out a kid and those tits’ll get all big with milk for it. Big and real sensitive.” He rubbed his palm back and forth against her nipples. “Looking forward to that, Kim? Looking forward to getting pregnant?”

She tossed her head, but it wasn’t a shake, exactly. It was more of a shudder that ran through her entire body, as if the image was too powerful--too erotic--for her to deal with. “Shut up...bastard,” she hissed. But her voice was weak. And she said
bastard
with a throaty note of affection.

Down on the floor, I was reeling. She was looking forward to me getting her pregnant? She’d never said that! We were using the cap because we both wanted to get ahead in our careers first. I’d certainly never known that she got a sexual kick out of the idea….

And then something hit me. Brad hadn’t said
when you knock her up.
He’d said
when she gets knocked up.
As if someone else might do it.

My stomach lurched. She was wearing the cap. I knew she was--she’d just gone to the bathroom to put it in. So she couldn’t get pregnant.

Unless...unless he was implying that she was going to fuck other guys. That this whole nightmare wasn’t going to end with just him.

“What do you say, Louis?” Brad said in a low voice. “Does
that
make you hard? The idea of your sweet little wife getting impregnated by another man?”

“
NO!”
I yelled, leaping back as if stung. But my cock gave a deep, hot throb.
God, what? I can’t be….
But I was. The idea of it was so filthy, so wrong
.
It felt like exactly what I deserved, somehow. And the lie in my voice didn’t go unnoticed by either of them. Brad gave a cruel chuckle, while Kim...Kim sort of melted as she looked at me, her eyes going hazy with lust. God, no! She thought I liked the idea! I couldn’t let her think that, even if it was true!

Brad leaned back from her a little and then slapped her ass hard. “Continue,” he told her.

Kim drew her lips back from her teeth in a snarl, but began to rise on him again, faster, this time. I was transfixed by the sight of that thick, fleshy rod appearing from between her thighs and then disappearing into her again, stretching her wide around it. She was taking him right down to the root on each thrust, now, her groin slapping against his. Her dress was just a wadded bundle of green fabric around her hips, her breasts bouncing each time she moved. She’d closed her eyes again, focusing entirely on the sensations within her as her thighs flexed, powering her up. She
did
look like a lap-dancer, suddenly. That long, blonde hair, the elegant gown stripped from her to leave her nude, the high heels, the pose, sitting atop her client. I gritted my teeth. My wife! He had no right to do this to my wife! Even if I could get her away from him and back home, I knew this image would be burned into my memory forever. How could we ever look at each other the same way again?