Cuckolded at the College Reunion (12 page)

Brad upended the tube of lube and squeezed a generous dollop over Kim’s ass. She drew in her breath as the stuff hit her tight pucker. Brad extended his index finger theatrically, showing it to me, and then he pressed the tip into her.

Kim’s head came up off the bed. “
Oh!”
she gasped. “Oh,
Goddd!”

Brad laughed. “Oh yeah, baby. And that’s just the tip.” He withdrew his finger a little. “How about...
this?”
And he pushed his finger in deep.

Kim’s eyes went huge as she felt him slide deep inside her. I actually saw her toes curl. “Ah! Ah--Oh God!”

“Good?”

“I--I--Ohhh….
yesss
,” was all she could manage.

Brad laughed and started to pump his finger slowly in and out. I couldn’t help myself--I had to get closer and see. I stood up and took a hesitant step towards them and--God, I could see it, I could see his thick finger stroking back and forth out of her tight pink hole, pumping hard between those firm, rounded ass cheeks. And as he pumped it, Kim started to grind her hips, slowly but unmistakably, against the bed. “Yesss….” she said at last. “Good….”

Brad slid his finger out and added a second. Kim arched her back, sucking in air through her nose, but she didn’t ask him to stop. When he began to pump them, she flexed her pelvis in time with him, pressing her clit against the sheets, desperate for friction. “Mmm....” she gasped. “Mmm…God….”

Brad withdrew his fingers and moved into position between her thighs. If I didn’t stop him, he was really going to do it. He was going to take my wife’s ass, right in front of me.

“
Please!
” I begged him, one last time.

He gave me a look of utter contempt. And then he positioned himself at my wife’s slickened anus. As she felt him there, hot and hard and thick, she gave a shuddering gasp. And then, quite clearly, she nodded for him to do it.

Brad put a hand on each of my wife’s hips. Then he slowly started to press inward against her asshole. At first, it seemed that he was simply too big. Her whole asshole simply pressed inward in front of him, instead of opening. But then, as he kept patiently pushing and moving back, pushing and moving back, I saw her start to relax and open to him. She started to pant, her breathing getting faster and faster, as she felt what was going to happen.

“That’s it,” said Brad, his tone sweet and mocking. “Open up for me, Kim. Open up and let me in.”

God, that huge thing was going to be inside her. He was going to shove that whole thick length up inside her and--

I couldn’t stop myself any longer. I unbuttoned my pants and let them slide down around my thighs. I pushed down my shorts and freed my own, modest cock, and started stroking.

Brad saw me and laughed. “And there it is,” he said. “
That’s
what you’ve been fucking her with, this whole time? Jesus, Kim, could you even feel it?”

Kim took a long breath, but didn’t answer.

“But you can feel
this,
can’t you, baby?” Brad asked, pushing forward again.

“Y--Yes,” whispered Kim. Then, “Yes--Oh God, I can feel it...God!”

I stepped forward, still stroking. I could see him slowly entering her, now, the head spreading her tight opening wider and wider. Just as when he’d taken her pussy, she was stretching further and further with each millimeter, until her body was tense and straining on the bed, her hands clawing up the sheets into sweaty hillocks.

I couldn’t stop stroking my cock.

“Am I hurting you, Kim?” Brad asked quietly.

Kim swallowed. “N--No. Just...big. So big….”

Brad smiled. “Then get ready,” he said. “Because here…we…go!”

And he pushed hard into her. Kim let out a strangled groan and the head popped inside, and then Brad’s cock was sinking into her, inch after slippery inch. I could see my wife’s mouth open into a wide “O” at the feeling of him entering her, her ass clenching around him again and again.

He stopped when he was halfway in her. He leaned forward over her and planted his hands either side of her shoulders. God, the size of him--the muscles of his back and the heavy bulges of his forearms. He was like a monster hulking over her, ready to drive his cock deep inside her--

My hand was stroking fast at my cock.

Brad leaned down and licked Kim’s cheek. Then he slowly pushed his hips forward and down. Kim’s body actually moved a half inch or so on the bed as the pressure pushed her forward. “
God!”
she cried out. “
God…yes!”
Her voice was loud even over the thumping music from downstairs.

Brad began to thrust, a slow pumping of his hips that took him steadily deeper and deeper. I watched in disbelief as, slowly but surely, his cock was swallowed up by her body, her asshole clenching tight around it. With each slow thrust, she’d grind her hips down hard into the bed, rubbing her clit as her fists gripped the sheets. Then as he withdrew, her hips would lift slightly in the air before he pushed her down again. It was obscene, and beautiful.

At last, with one final slow push, he slid all the way into her. She gave out a little yelp and her whole body jerked as he reached her limits.

“There,” said Brad with satisfaction. “Told you she could take me.” He lowered himself atop her, taking his weight onto his forearms. His groin pressed tight against her ass, his hips snugly between hers. I realized with a lurch of my stomach that he was preparing to fuck her….hard. And I was jerking my cock at the prospect. I was jacking off to the sight of my lovely wife being ass fucked.

Brad pulled his hips back and then rammed into her. Kim let out a shrill cry that ended in a moan of pleasure. Again he thrust, pulling almost all the way out of her before slamming in again, and again she cried out. Then he started to thrust in earnest and her cries became a panting, gasping song, a soundtrack to his taking of her. With every inward thrust, she’d let out a high little
Oh!
With every outward stroke, she’d give a low moan of
Ugh!
And she was loud.

My eyes were locked on my wife’s upraised ass cheeks as Brad’s hips pounded into them again and again, crushing her groin down into the bed. She couldn’t raise her hips now to rub herself against the sheets, but his thrusts were doing the rubbing for her. She needed to do nothing but lie there, writhing in ecstasy under him, as her body was plundered. She was panting and gasping, her eyes screwed shut tight. I’d never seen her so turned on.
This
is what he gave her, I realized.
This
is why she was so helplessly addicted to him. He made her feel like I never could.

My hand was jerking my cock faster and faster. I was beyond shame, now. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and I couldn’t control myself. Another minute and--

Suddenly, the door crashed open and Greg, Rick and Antonio all piled in. They laughed and swore at the sight in front of them: my wife, naked except for her heels, spread face down on the bed, her face turned to the side, eyes closed and mouth wide as she panted in lust. Brad between her thighs, his muscled bulk huge against her slender curves, thrusting hard into her ass. And me, my pants around my thighs, my cock in my fist.

“
Get out!”
I yelled in shame. My eyes flicked wildly between my cock and my wife. I didn’t know which was worse--that they were seeing her being fucked, or that they were seeing me getting off on it.

They ignored me. “Holy shit,” said Greg. “Yeah! Fuck that ass!”

Kim’s eyes opened wide. She stared at the three men and I waited for her to scream at them, or to tell Brad to get rid of them. But instead, she just stared. And, if anything, her eyes glazed with lust even more.

She
wanted
an audience. God, had she done this before?

“Damn,” said Greg, stepping closer. “I wouldn’t have thought you could even take him there, a sweet li’l thing like you. ‘Specially not face down like this.” He grinned. “Hell, if you can take Brad like that, maybe you can even take me, if we warm you up a little first.”

I shook my head in dismay. God, were they really talking about--

Antonio stepped close to her face. “You liking it, baby?” he asked.

Brad hadn’t even slowed his pace. Kim panted and moaned, too lost in pleasure to answer.

“You want a nice dick to suck on, while he fucks you?” Antonio asked. The others all laughed.

“How about it?” asked Rick. “You want another cock inside you? I’m game.”

I could see my wife’s face growing redder and redder with shame, and yet she was panting faster and faster. God, she actually liked this--she liked being treated like a slut.

“We’re all going to fuck you,” Rick said almost tenderly. “You know that, don’t you, Kim? Those of us who fucked you back in the day. The ones who didn’t. We’re
all
going to take a turn, this weekend.”

I finally lost it. “
NO!”
I yelled. “No! Shut up! Get out! Get out!” And I grabbed the nearest man--Greg--and tried to haul him out of the room. But I might as well have tried to move a lead weight. When he felt me pull on his shirt, he simply glanced around, frowned at me, and then shoved
me
out the door. And he was strong enough that I went through and kept going, stumbling out into the hallway. I nearly fell down the stairs and had to grab the stair rail for support.

Just as I made it back to the bedroom door, it slammed in my face. My eyes widened. I reached for the doorknob just as I heard a mechanical click from inside.

I rattled the knob. The door didn’t open.

“
NO!”
I shouted. “
No!
You can’t!” I banged on the door, but there was no response. I could hear the music thumping from downstairs and, just audible over it, I could hear Kim’s rising cries. She was heading rapidly towards orgasm...and I was going to miss it.

Wait...the keyhole!

I knelt down at the doorway and put my eye to the hole. The door must have been locked with a privacy bolt, because the keyhole was empty. Putting my eye to it, I could see the bed...but Kim’s face was hidden behind the hulking bodies of Greg, Rick and Antonio. All I could see of her were her naked, upraised ass cheeks and Brad’s hips lunging down into them. I started to jerk my cock again.

“
Oh!”
yelled Kim. “
Ugh!”

“That’s it, baby,” said Greg. “You come for us. And think about how it’s going to be me, next time.”

“Oh!”

“Next time, I’ll stuff your mouth full of my cock,” said Rick. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“
Ugh!”

“Next time,” said Antonio, “it’ll be all of us.”

“
Oh!”

“She’ll like that,” grunted Brad. He started to punctuate his words with thrusts of his hips. “Because she’s...our...little...cum slut...aren’t you...
Kim?
”

And Kim arched her head up off the bed as Rick stepped out of the way, and seemed to look right at me as she screamed, “
YES!”

My cock erupted in my hand, a hot geyser of cum spraying all over my shirt and neck, even hitting the underside of my chin. I jerked it again and again, too lost in the orgasm to care. All I could do was stare at my wife’s lust-filled face as she came along with me, her hips shuddering beneath Brad’s.

I was still kneeling there, panting, when the door opened. Greg prodded me out of the way with the tip of his shoe, laughing at my half-mast trousers and the ropes of cum staining my shirt. They all walked past me, and the last one out was Brad, still hauling up his pants. He sneered at me as he passed.

I staggered back into the bedroom to check on Kim. She was still lying naked on the bed, her legs still spread. And now I could see the glistening, creamy-white trickle oozing from her asshole. “Are...are you alright?” I panted.

Kim slowly raised herself onto one elbow, turned and looked at me. “Yes,” she whispered. And then she looked down at my limp cock and the trails of cum lacing my shirt.

There was no sense in trying to pretend. I just looked at her helplessly.

“You like it,” she said. Not a question.

I nodded, red-faced. Then I felt something bubbling up inside, something I had to say. I was angry, but not at her--at Brad, maybe. At myself. “I still love you,” I blurted.

She slowly nodded. “I love you too,” she said.

Hope flared inside me.

“But...you can’t give me...
this,”
she said, indicating the room, the twisted sheets, the smell of sex.

“Do you really want this?” I asked. “Now? Now that we’re together?”

She shook her head. “I
need
it. I thought I’d left all this behind, but…I hadn’t. It was just waiting to come out. And I can’t just walk away from it.” She looked up at me with big, liquid eyes. “I’m sorry. But I
can’t.
I need to figure this out…understand myself.
”