Cuckolded at the College Reunion (5 page)

Kim punched his arm playfully. I knew what was coming next.

“Shall I show you?” asked Brad.

“No,” I said weakly.

“I’m not going to
do
anything,” said Brad. “I mean, Christ, Louis, I’m not going to feel her up or anything.” As he said the last part, he turned and smirked at my wife, and she gave a sharp little intake of breath, but then sort of melted under his gaze again. “Lighten up,” he told me. And, before I could stop him, he put his hands on her waist and lifted her easily onto his lap.

There’d been no point in even replying to him, when he asked me--he would have gone ahead no matter what I said. The question had just been there to trip me up, to embarrass me. He’d give me a chance to say no and then mock me for it.
You don’t mind if I tear some pieces from your math textbook to make a filter for a joint? You don’t mind if I cut in this line ahead of you and push you to the back? You don’t mind if I copy from you on this test? Chill out, Louis. It’s no big deal.
And every time, I’d protested and every time, he’d ignored it. I should have learned, by now.

He settled Kim in his lap, her back pressing against his chest. In the moonlight, I could see how the slit that ran up the side of her dress was showing off a long slice of gleaming thigh. “I’d kind of lean over her, like this,” he said, demonstrating, his arms wrapping around her and miming writing. “And she’d just be giggling and squirming in my lap. Made it real difficult to concentrate.”

I could see Kim’s eyes shining with excitement in the darkness, her pupils huge. Her breathing was faster, again and...was she nestling her ass back against him? She still had that conflicted look, but she also looked even more helpless. I’d been right. She was hooked.

“Sometimes,”
said Brad in a conspiratorial whisper, “when it was a really dull lecture, and it was summer, and Kim was in one of her little skirts--you know the ones, Louis? The
really
short ones?--do you know what we used to do?”

“Shh!” said Kim. “Don’t--”

“Sometimes, we’d--”

“
Shh!”
hissed Kim urgently. I was pretty sure she was blushing, in the darkness, but she gave a little giggle, too.

“Sometimes, I’d work a hand up under her skirt--down here, under the desk, where no one could see. Like
this.”

He ducked his hand down under the desk. Into the darkness, where I couldn’t see what he was doing.

I heard Kim’s intake of breath.

“I’m not gonna do anything,” said Brad. “I’m just messin’ around.” But then he brought his hand up higher and Kim caught her breath again. But she didn’t tell him to stop. She just squirmed.

I went tense in my seat. I couldn’t see anything! With the lights off, the area under the desk was just deep black shadow. Was he actually doing something to her, or was he just teasing me to make me think he was?!

“See, Kim used to wear these cute little panties, the whole time we were dating. I don’t mean like
lingerie,
like Victoria’s Secret or shit like that. I mean cute little white ones, all plain and simple. Tight enough that you could see the shape of her pussy through them. Used to drive me crazy. Does she still wear those, Louis? Is she wearing them tonight?”

I was speechless with rage...and, suddenly, lust.

“Want me to find out for you?” Brad grinned. “Let’s see….” I could see his upper arm moving, but his whole lower arm was lost in shadow. Was he really touching her, or just fooling around? “Hmm...nothing there...let’s try higher…. Oh, I’m real high, now--are you wearing panties
at all,
you naughty girl? Oh, wait...here they are.”

I couldn’t breathe. I realized I should look at my wife, not Brad, to see what was really going on, and, as soon as I looked into her eyes, I knew this was for real. Her eyes were clouded with lust, and she was gripping the edge of the desk with both hands, her knuckles white. He was actually touching her. He had his hands on her panties and inner thighs.

“I don’t feel any fancy lace,” said Brad slowly. “But I need to feel the fabric to be sure. Let me just give it a quick rub, right on the front.”

“Stop,” I said weakly. Scarcely more than a croak.

Brad just smirked at me. But then he leaned in close to Kim and said in her ear, loud enough for me to hear, “What do
you
think, Kim? Do you want me to stop?”

Kim stared at me in the darkness. I waited for her to say
yes.

But she just stared. There were so many things in her eyes. Excitement, first--a raw, heady lust I couldn’t remember ever seeing before. Fear, too--not of Brad, or she wouldn’t be nestling up against him so boldly. Fear of herself. Fear of missing out, maybe…or that she’d been missing out for a decade. I was starting to get paranoid, now, seeing the two of them together. Had seeing Brad again reminded her of things she was missing out on, with me? Had he been a better boyfriend? A better
lover?

Cold fear clenched around my heart.
Did he have a bigger cock than me?!

Kim stared and stared at me...and said nothing at all.

“Oh, ho ho!” said Brad in a sing-song voice. “I see. It’s like
that.
Well, I guess if you don’t mind, Kim….”

His upper arm started to move--a small movement, but rhythmic and quick. His lower arm was lost in shadow, but I didn’t need to see it to know what he was doing because Kim’s face relayed it just fine. Her eyes went wide as he rubbed her, and I could imagine the warm lips of her pussy pressing against his fingers through the thin material.
Stop him!
I begged silently. But she didn’t.

“These feel good,” Brad told us. “Real good. Not cotton like you used to wear, though. Maybe something more expensive. But they’re still thin enough that I can feel her just fine, Louis.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. “
Stop,”
I gasped. “Just stop it!”

“What’s the problem, Louis?” Brad asked. “Kim doesn’t mind.”

But she should! She’s my wife!
I stared at her silently, willing her to stop him. But to my horror, she’d closed her eyes and was now rocking back and forth in his lap, her hips churning. She was getting more and more turned on...
God, if he carries on, she might actually--
I shook my head. I couldn’t take that. I couldn’t take him actually giving her an orgasm. I stood up. Maybe if I threatened to leave, it would make her see sense--

Oh shit.
Oh shit!

I was hard. I hadn’t even realized it--maybe I’d been denying it--but I had a full-on hard-on and it was tenting the front of my pants. If either of them saw it, they’d know that this turned me on.

It doesn’t turn me on!

But I knew that thinking that, pleading for it not to be true, made no difference. For some reason, seeing him touch her, even hearing about what he used to do to her,
was
turning me on, whether I liked it or not.

I turned away from them slightly, trying to hide the bulge. I held my hand out towards Kim. “We’re going,” I said. I meant to be firm, but the fear of them discovering my true feelings made it come out as a command.

Kim opened her eyes and I realized she was even more turned on than I’d thought. She was almost panting and, looking down, I thought I could see the faint outline of her nipples through the dress. She stared at me wordlessly. Helpless in her own lust.

Suddenly, Brad pointed right at my groin. “
Shit!
Look at him!”

God, no!

I tried to turn away, but it was too late. Brad had grabbed my shirt with one huge hand and dragged me closer. “Look! He’s got a boner!”

“No!” I said furiously, trying to pull away. But my twisting only made the tent in my pants more obvious.

“He has! The little pervert’s got a hard-on watching his wife with a real man!” Brad laughed--a cruel, mocking laugh that echoed around the huge room, as if a whole class was laughing at me. But that didn’t matter at all, compared to what my wife thought of me.

She was staring at me in horror, looking between my groin and my face. Her hands were clutching at the desk in front of her, knuckles white with lust and shock. “Oh God,” she said. “Louis?”

I flushed red. “It’s not like that!” I said quickly. “It’s just
you.
It’s not him.”

“Sure it is,” said Brad. “I bet you get boners like that all the time at home. Does he, Kim? Does he get a hard-on like that just watchin’ you walk around in a dress? Or does it only happen when a guy does
this?”
And before I could do anything, he hooked a hand around her and fondled her breast. The dress’s neckline revealed a good slice of cleavage and I watched the smooth, tan flesh move roll up against his palm. Then he was squeezing it and she was gasping and--to my horror, my cock grew even harder. They might not be able to see the difference, but they could see the anguish on my face.

“Well goddamn,” said Brad. “Now it all makes sense. Little Louis is a cucky. You like to see her get fucked by real men, Louis? Real men who know how to treat her?”

“No! Never! We don’t--It’s not like that!” But I could see the shock and betrayal on Kim’s face. She was looking at me as if she’d never seen me before. And her eyes were still dangerously clouded with lust.

“I tell you what,” said Brad generously. “Kim
wants
to come. Don’t you, Kim?”

Kim looked away, unable to meet my eyes. But she nodded, and I could see the urgent need in the way she did it.

“So,” Brad said, “How about I give Kim what she needs and if you lose your hard-on, I’ll stop.”

What?! No!

“What do you say, Kim? Is that a fair deal? I mean, you shouldn’t cheat on your hubby…” He leaned close to her ear. “But if he’s not a real man...if he’s getting off on it...then you gotta figure it doesn’t count...right? What do you say?”

Kim stared at me again, her eyes full of hurt. Wondering, maybe, what sort of man she’d married. I was just as confused as she was. I’d never felt anything like this, before. I stared back at her helplessly. And then I saw her head begin to slowly move in response to Brad’s question. I watched her chin rise, praying I was wrong—

She nodded.

And Brad resumed his rubbing.

“Ooh, yeah,” he told me. “I can feel her now, Louis. Nice to see she’s just as hot and wet as always. Or is she not like that for you? Does she only juice up like this for me?”

I couldn’t believe the way he was talking to her. Why didn’t she twist around and slap his face? But his words only seemed to make her hotter. She was subtly grinding her ass back against his groin now. No doubt he had a bulge of his own there, and her perfect ass would be caressing it. Even as I thought it, Brad grinned.

“Feels great,” he said. “Did you know, we had a list, back at college. Final year. The football team wrote it, and the girls on it were mostly cheerleaders. It was a
most likely to…
list.” His fingers rubbed faster at her and Kim gave a low moan. “Kim here was on that list.”

“Shut up,” panted Kim.

“No, it’s okay, Kim. He can know. Do you know what Kim was
most like to…,
according to our list? Can you guess?”

I glared at him. The heat of my arousal was matched only by the heat of my anger for him, two white-hot rivers of energy searing through me and joining into one unstoppable river. My cock was aching, rock hard, and I knew he could see it.

“Kim was most like to become a lapdancer,” Brad said. “How’d you like that?” He looked at the bulge in my pants. “Seems like you do. So I guess Kim gets to come after all.”

I shook my head, raging at him inside even as my traitorous cock swelled and twitched. God, it coudln’t be true...could it? Not
Kim,
shy, innocent Kim? I’d known she wasn’t a virgin when I met her, but the idea that she had a reputation of some kind, that guys thought she’d become a lapdancer--

Tan skin gleaming, bra and white panties shining like an angel’s wings as the crowd whoops and hands shove dollar bills into her stockings--
I flushed at the image...and how much I liked it.

“Bastard,” Kim whispered to Brad. But the word was hissed out between her teeth, an explosion of air hot with her lust. It sounded like it meant anything
but
“bastard.”

“Now that’s not very nice, Kim. I’m just telling him the truth about you. There shouldn’t be any secrets between a couple.
We
never had any secrets, did we? So I think I should tell him all your dirty little secrets, tonight, so you two can be a happier couple.” His rubbing grew even faster and Kim started to buck and moan in his lap. “All...your...dirty...little...
secrets
,” he said with great satisfaction. And then, just as she reached her peak, he did something with his hand--used his thumb, maybe, on her clit, and she folded forwards, gripping his hand tight in to her groin, and shuddered in his lap. Her scream of release echoed even louder than Brad’s laugh had, bouncing around the walls to mock me even more. And what was worst of all was the aching need I felt to stroke my own cock--if I’d been able to, I knew I’d have come myself in just a few seconds, I was so turned on.