Cuckolded at the College Reunion (11 page)

“Faster,” Brad said. Lust was making him almost growl his words, now. Kim started to pump on him in response, and he gently pulled her shoulders back, making her arch her back. Her breasts thrust out in front of her, as fine as any model’s, bouncing and swaying with her movements. As I watched, Brad reached around her and took one nipple between thumb and forefinger. “Faster,” he said again.

She started to pump herself up and down on him even faster, but I could see her legs trembling. It was difficult, in her high heels, and she was getting tired.

So he stretched her nipple out a little. Now, as her breasts bounced, they pulled it against his fingers. She began to gasp in pain, but she didn’t stop moving or make any protest. “Faster, Kim” he chided her.

She panted and started to move faster still. Her ass was bouncing in his lap in a hard, insistent rhythm, her face a mask of lust. But it still wasn’t enough for Brad. As I watched, he began to squeeze her nipple between finger and thumb, and she began to buck and shake around him. She was getting off on it, I realized. God, she liked a little pain.

“That’s it,” said Brad in her ear as she went even faster, her hair lashing his face. “That’s it, come your brains out while your husband watches.” And he began to open and close his fingers like pincers, squeezing and releasing that sensitive nub of flesh.

Kim’s eyes had been closed, but now they flew open. She was staring straight at me as she began to shudder. “God! I’m going to--going to--”

I shook my head in dismay.
Please don’t!
I didn’t want her to come for him--not again! But I could see it was going to happen, like watching a car crash in slow motion. I recognized all the signs: the way her eyelids were fluttering, the ragged catch to her breath, the uncontrollable swirl of her hips as she sought every ounce of friction against his cock--

“Oh yes,” said Brad, and I realized with horror that he, too, was going to come--right inside her. “Oh yes. Come on, baby. Milk it out of me.”

Kim’s cries got louder and louder, until they were loud enough to be heard even downstairs. “Oh...oh...oh….OH! OH GOD! GOD! GODDD!” She squeezed her eyes tight as her hips pumped desperately up and down atop him. She arched her back even further, her breasts lifting. “
GODDD!”

And then she was coming, her whole body going tense as she locked tight around him. I knew that inside, her internal muscles would be pulsing and squeezing….
milking
, just as he’d said. I knew because I’d felt it myself, many times. But I’d never seen her come as hard as this.

“Open your eyes,” Brad said tightly. “Watch your husband.”

She opened her eyes and stared at me, her own eyes a mixture of guilt, lust and shame. For an instant, I was relieved. At least she knew what she was doing was wrong.

And then I saw her look down and the guilt and shame faded away. Why would she--

Oh God. I was stroking myself through my pants. I hadn’t even been aware I was doing it. But I was on the verge of coming. I jerked my hand away, my face scarlet, but it was too late.

“That’s right,” gasped Brad. “He
loooves
it,” He reached around and began to rub at her clit with one finger. Kim went wild, her cries rising to the ceiling again, as the slick friction extended her orgasm. “Let yourself go,” hissed Brad. “Your husband loves it.”

No! No, I don’t!
But I knew it was true. And then, with a sudden lunge of his hips, Brad pushed all the way inside her, and I saw his face contort as he came. I imagined the potent seed, stream after hot stream of it, plastering against that fragile latex disc. Her cervix lying vulnerable just beyond it. God, if the cap moved even a little….

Brad threw his head back. “
Hngghh!
Oh, God…that’s good, Kim. Fuck, yeah. Just like old times.” He kept rubbing at her clit, drawing her orgasm out and out, until she finally slumped limply against him.

I knelt there in shock.
He just came inside my wife!
The fact she couldn’t get pregnant was scant relief. He’d...
soiled
her. Another man had come inside her while she was married. God, she’d never be the same again!

With his hands on her waist, Brad helped her to stand. I watched as the cock slowly withdrew from her. It was softening, slightly, but the thick head still made her jump as it slid from her. Then her dress was falling back into place around her legs, hiding her pussy from view.

But only for a second. As she got fully off him and closed her legs, Brad lifted his hands to her hips and pushed the dress down. It slithered down her legs, falling around her feet.

Now I could see her pussy again and my heart sank in horror. It was gaping wide. From my position on the floor, I could see right up inside her, her pink walls shining with her juices. And, as I watched, the thick creamy cum started to roll out of her, wending its way towards her outer lips and then coating them, too.

I was in despair. God, it had happened--she’d fucked another man. Nothing would ever be the same again. And the worst part was that my cock was still achingly hard. Watching it had been the most erotic experience of my life. What was wrong with me?

Brad got up and came to stand behind her. He licked her neck and then said, “Put two fingers up yourself.”

I was shocked at the cold, stark way he said it. Kim squirmed too, but I was getting to recognize that squirm: half angry, half beside herself with lust. She reached down with her right hand.

“No,” said Brad sharply. “With your left. And use your ring finger and the one next to it.”

Kim stiffened, but did as he said. Her fingers entered her easily, sliding up inside her all the way to her hand.

“Now pull them out,” said Brad. “And show us.”

Kim pulled her fingers from herself and held them up, her fingers pointing towards the ceiling. Both fingers were dripping with thick, white cum and, as we watched, it slid slowly down their lengths to ooze all over her engagement ring and wedding band. The shining diamond and gleaming platinum went dull as a layer of white goo engulfed them.

“That’s what she thinks of your fucking marriage,” said Brad.

White hot rage exploded behind my eyes. It was just a joke to him. He’d never been married. He’d never known what it was to commit to someone for life. And yet the sight of it, of our eternal bond coated in his seed, was causing a twisting heat to spiral up inside me. Something about it had me harder than I could ever remember being.

“Get me hard again,” Brad told Kim. With his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around and then pushed her to her knees. She was naked now, except for her heels, and there was something especially obscene about her being dressed like that, while he was still fully clothed. She allowed herself to be pushed down, until her head was level with his soft cock, still shining with her juices.

“Go on,” said Brad. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how I like it.” He looked at me. “She do this for you, Louis? I bet she doesn’t.”

I gritted my teeth. She didn’t. I got head very occasionally, on my birthday or maybe some other special occasion, but that was it.

She nervously licked her lips, but I could see her breathing speeding up again. She actually liked doing it—at least for him. As she opened her mouth wide to engulf him, I saw her reach down with her left hand and begin to stroke herself with her cum-covered fingers. She took him all the way into her mouth while he was still soft—even though that meant filling her mouth right to capacity. Her lips bumped against his groin. God, the head of him must be right at the entrance to her throat! I saw her cheeks move and realized she must be swirling her tongue around him, sucking him back to hardness.

Brad reached down and stroked her hair. “Now,” he said, “you’re going to stay right there. Aren’t you?”

Kim stiffened...but then I saw her nod.

Brad took his hands away and put them behind his back, as if to demonstrate that he didn’t have to hold her in place.

I didn’t understand, at first. Didn’t he want her to move back and forth, or stay still while he moved? But he just stood there, and she kept her head precisely where it was. They were like a statue depicting oral sex, the only signs of life the soft sucking noises she made and the slight movement of her cheeks.

Seconds passed. And then I heard her gag. And suddenly, I understood.

Brad’s cock was hardening in her mouth, getting longer and thicker. As it grew, it would fill her mouth and gradually extend down her throat. And, instead of being able to swallow it down in one go as it passed the entrance--a sudden, brief penetration--its slow swelling would mean she’d have the sensation of swallowing him again and again. I saw her eyes snap open as he swelled and swelled, but she didn’t look at me. She gazed upward at him, her expression full of lust, and he simply gazed back at her, nodding slowly. He wasn’t holding her there, except with his words. She could have moved away at any time, but she didn’t. I watched her mouth bulge, her lips stretched tight around that invading girth as it swelled wider and wider. And I heard her gag again and again as it pushed deeper and deeper into her throat. Her breasts heaved with her exertion as she breathed through her nose. Brad’s smile grew and grew--

He suddenly stepped back, pulling his cock from her, her lipstick smearing on it. She gagged and gasped, panting as it emerged. The cock that had been soft and modest when it entered her mouth was now back to its thick, solid length, gleaming from her mouth. A long rope of saliva hung from it to her lip before dripping down onto one breast.

“Now get on the bed,” he told her.

Kim glanced at me, biting her lip. For a moment, I thought she might change her mind.

“Problem?” asked Brad. “You want to go home with hubby, instead? Just say the word, Kim.”

Kim looked at me. I stared beseechingly back at her and glanced meaningfully at the door.

But she shook her head and walked over to the bed. Whatever need was inside her was strong enough to overcome her guilt. She lay down on her back.

“Pretty,” said Brad staring at the blonde hair between her thighs while he rooted in a drawer for something. “But I meant face down.”

Chapter 11

Kim drew in her breath.

I looked blankly at both of them. “What? What does he want?”

Brad grinned at me. And showed me a tube of lube.

I felt my eyes go wide. “
No!”
I hissed. “She’s never--” Then I broke off, realizing I might well be wrong.

“Oh, Louis…” said Brad, patting me on the back. “Did she tell you she’d never done it? Because we did it plenty of times, back in college.”

I stared at my wife. She
had
told me she’d never done it. I’d nervously broached the subject of anal, of course--all guys do, sooner or later. But she’d primly told me that she didn’t do
that.
Why had I been treated so differently? Because she’d bury that side of her deep and never let it show, the intensity of it scaring her? Or because I wasn’t man enough to be rewarded with what I demanded?

“So turn over,” Brad told her. “Because it’s been ten years, and I want to feel that tight little ass of yours again.”

Kim drew in her breath in a long, shuddering gasp. And then she turned face down on the bed.

I watched in horror as Brad took the tube of lube and squeezed a long, clear ribbon of it down the length of his cock. He rubbed it in, twisting his hand until his whole cock gleamed wetly. Then he stepped towards the bed.

“Wait!” I said. “Please! Not...
there!
”

Brad grinned. “Bet you wish you hadn’t paraded my ex-girlfriend in front of me now, don’t you, Louis? Because then you wouldn’t be about to see her moan how much she loves it…when she get ass-fucked with
this.”
He brandished his cock.

“Please!” I begged. “I’m sorry!”

Brad laughed. “Too late, Louis. But don’t worry. I won’t hurt her. She can take me. She’s done it before, remember. And I’ll stop if she asks me to. I always have, you know, the whole time I was with her. She never did anything she didn’t want to. I just opened the door...and she always stepped through.” He climbed onto the bed between her ankles. “Isn’t that right, you kinky little bitch?”

Kim had pushed the pillow off the bed so that she could lie flatter. She’d turned her head to the side, her cheek against the sheets and her face towards me. “
Bastard!”
she said to Brad, with feeling. But I saw the little grind her hips gave. This was part of their game—I was beginning to understand it, now. He’d talk dirty to her and tell her how kinky she was, and she’d call him a bastard…and do everything he asked.

“Hold that thought, baby,” said Brad. And, gripping one ankle in each hand, he spread her legs apart. She gasped, and so did I. From my position on the floor, I could see her pussy lips, puffy and swollen from sex, and between them the slow ooze of pearly-white cum. Brad reached forward, took her ass cheeks in his hand and spread them wide apart, revealing the tight rosebud of her anus. God, in that position she’d be even tighter!