Cuckolded at the College Reunion (6 page)

Brad moved his hands away from my wife, leaving her to rock back and forth as the orgasm washed through her. Then he turned to me, grinning, and shoved his hand in front of my face.

I could smell her. And in the moonlight, I could see her slickness on his fingertips. My wife had come all over his hand. I stood there silently fuming at him, unable to find any words, my fists helplessly clenching and unclenching. I hated him with a fury I wouldn’t have even been able to imagine the day before. I didn’t know it was possible to hate someone so much. Why didn’t I just hit him? But I felt frozen, somehow, in his presence. And despite my hatred, it had been the hottest thing I’d ever seen. My cock was straining inside my pants, desperate to be touched.

Brad lifted Kim gently from his lap and set her down on the seat next to him. Then he stood up and I saw the bulge at the front of his own pants. God, he was
huge!
His cock must be at least twice the length of mine and thicker, too! And this was a cock that my wife had already seen....had already fucked.

“Come on,” said Brad. “Next stop on the tour.” And he walked ahead, towards the door of the lecture theater.

Kim and I were left to stare at each other. Surely
she
was the one in the wrong--she’d just let her ex-boyfriend rub her to orgasm, right in front of me. And yet she was glaring at me with just as much accusatory fire as I felt for her--more, in fact. It hit me that she’d never lied to me about what she got up to at college, before she met me. She’d never volunteered her sexual history, but then what woman does? Whereas she now thought I’d been hiding something from her. And I hadn’t. I swore I hadn’t. My reaction to seeing her with Brad had surprised me as much as her. I still didn’t understand what was going on, or why I seemed so unable to stand up to the guy.

Suddenly, Kim stood and pushed past me. I could smell the faint trace of her musk as she passed, the wetness he’d left her with. And then she was moving quickly down the stairs to join him. That snapped me out of my daze. “Wait!” I called after her, turning to follow. “Kim! Please!”

She stopped but didn’t turn around.

“Let’s just go home. This is getting...
nuts.
Come on, let’s go home.”

She didn’t answer. And Brad let out a deep belly laugh.

“You’re not making the decisions tonight, Louis,” he told me. “See, I’m pretty sure I’ve figured out what you were trying to do, before. You wanted to show her off in front of me, right? Tease me with what I haven’t got?” He reached out and grasped Kim’s wrist. “Well, you were right. I
do
want her.” He looked directly into Kim’s eyes. “I want you, Kim. I always have.”

And I saw Kim sort of shiver at that statement, in a way that made me truly afraid.

I found my voice at last. “You had your chance,” I said stiffly. “You dated back in college. You dumped her--you broke her heart. It’s
your
fault you lost her.”

Brad let out a sudden, sharp laugh. “Is
that
what she told you?” he asked. “Oh, Kim. Why don’t you tell him the truth?”

The truth?!

Kim sort of writhed and shook her head. “It was a long time ago, Brad. And I’m with Louis, now.”

“That didn’t bother you a second ago, when you were soaking your panties for me.”

Kim drew in her breath but, as before, his crudity didn’t seem to annoy her. If anything, it inflamed her more.

Brad stepped closer to her. Right up against her, in fact, his chest pressing against her soft breasts, one leg stepping between hers so that their groins rubbed together. “Well, it’s up to you, Kim. If you’ve really gone off to the suburbs and found your perfect guy, and you know in your heart that you don’t need
this
anymore”--he pushed his crotch forward against hers, and she groaned--”then you walk away right now.” He smiled at each of us in turn. “I’ll be outside.”

And he turned and walked out of the lecture theater, leaving us alone.

I stumbled down the stairs to my wife and grabbed her shoulder. “
Honey!”
I pleaded. “What’s going on? Seriously, what the hell is going on? You’re
married!
I can’t believe you just--”

“It’s not my fault,” she said. When she turned to me, I could see the conflict in her eyes. “You started this. I wanted to go home.”

What does that matter, now? You let him make you come!
But I took a deep breath, trying to control my anger. “I’m sorry,” I said levelly. “You were right. Let’s just go. Now.”

But to my horror, Kim was biting her lip and she was looking toward the door of the lecture theater, behind which Brad waited. “I’m not sure I can,” she whispered.

“Of course you can! He doesn’t control you!”

She looked at me and I could see it in her eyes. He
did
control her. Her lust for him was that strong—stronger even than the bonds of our marriage.

That’s when I got really, really scared.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “But I can’t just….” And without finishing the sentence, she hurried down the steps and out of the door.

I stood there in shock for a moment. Did that mean that--God, was she really going to go with him?
Sleep
with him? What about me? Cold fear tore at my mind. We were married, she was my
wife!
Surely she wouldn’t--

I raced down the last few steps and barreled out of the door. In the corridor outside, Brad was standing there with a look of pure victory on his face.

And Kim was holding his hand.

Chapter 6

This time, as we walked, Brad and Kim were hand in hand and I trailed behind. I felt as if I was walking through a nightmare--I actually stumbled a few times, I was so out of it.
This can’t be happening! He’s a stranger!

Except that was just it: he
wasn’t
a stranger. He was a guy she’d dated for months, a guy who knew every inch of her body and just how to pleasure it. And I’d as good as pushed her into his arms in order to tease him, not realizing that she’d needed only a taste of him to get hooked on him again.

At first I kept up a desperate litany of protest as I followed them, begging Kim to turn around and talk to me. But when she continued to ignore me, when I saw her hand clench Brad’s tighter with each word I said, I went quiet. My only hope was that she’d eventually see sense and agree to stop. Until then, I had to follow them. If I left them alone, there’d be nothing to hold her back.

***

Our next stop was the library. I’d spent a lot of time there, avoiding the noisier parts of campus and studying in a corner. But I’d never have guessed that Brad had been a regular there.

But as he led us through the darkened rows of books and then down into the deserted “stacks,” I began to understand.

“Remember this, Kim?” Brad asked. “Right--where was it--Ah, yeah.
Here.”
He slapped a shelf of books with the flat of his palm. “You were wearing a summer dress. That blue and white one that showed off your tits.”

I drew in my breath at the word. But Kim didn’t do the same. She was just staring at him, transfixed again.

“I pushed you up against the books--face first. Got that dress all rucked up around your hips. And there wasn’t time to get your panties off, so do you remember what I did?”

Kim made a strange movement, sort of shifting her weight. “You ripped them off,” she whispered. Her voice didn’t sound like her own.

“That’s right, I ripped ‘em right off,” said Brad. “And I pushed your legs apart. I liked that you always wore heels. And you were saying something, but you had to whisper because you didn’t want anyone to hear. What was it...it wasn’t
stop,
was it, Kim?”

Kim shook her head. And did that strange movement again.

“It was
fuck me,
wasn’t it, Kim?” asked Brad.

Kim slowly nodded. This time, when she shifted her weight, I finally understood. She was squeezing her thighs hard together each time he said something.
God, she’s virtually rubbing herself, just hearing him talk about this stuff!
And yet my reaction was no better. I could feel myself getting hard again. Something about being in the dark, musty aisles, right where it had happened, brought the tale to life. I knew that that was why he’d brought us here. I could imagine it…and Kim could remember it.

I could almost see her firm ass, naked and ripe, thrusting out as she bent forward a little and arched her back for easier penetration. I could see Brad lowering his jeans, checking left and right for observers, and then that cock, that giant cock, that I’d only seen the outline of, spreading her moist lips apart. Thrusting up inside her--

“We had to be quick, huh, Kim?” said Brad. “I wasn’t a long fuck. But man, it was a good one. You had your hands planted right
there
and
there
and you had your eyes closed, and I kissed your neck as I did you. Remember?”

Kim nodded quickly, squeezing her thighs together again and again, almost grinding them. And I stood there in silence, glaring at Brad, but my cock was straining. God, the image of him in my head, all muscle and power, pumping his hips into her from behind, her breasts bouncing and shaking as he took her. It was almost as if all three of us were back in the library, a decade ago, sharing the moment.
And in reality,
I thought angrily,
I was probably upstairs at the time like a good little boy, studying away, unaware any of this was happening. And after they were done, Brad probably found me and dumped my books in the pool again.

Brad suddenly grabbed my wife and pulled her up against the shelves. For a second, I thought he was going to try to talk her into reenacting the story, but he held her facing him, this time. One hand reached up and--
God! His hand was on her breast!
His palm cupped the weight of her, lifting gently, and then his thumb went to work, rubbing over her nipple. This time there was enough moonlight coming through the window that I could actually see it stiffen, see the outline begin to stand out through her bra and dress.

“Stop!” I said, and my voice was a low croak. “Stop it!”

“I will stop it,” said Brad. He kept fondling her breast. “As soon as Kim tells me to.”

I looked at Kim. She was staring into Brad’s eyes with a sort of helpless longing, like I’d imagine a drug addict would look at a loaded syringe. When her eyes flicked to me for a second, she barely seemed to see me.

We all want to be younger. We all want to go back to our youth and have those days over again. I think that was part of it--Brad made her feel like she was in her twenties again, young and free. Whereas I was a reminder that she was in her thirties with a job and a mortgage weighing her down.

“Do you want me to kiss you again, Kim?” Brad asked her. “Seems like we used to do plenty of that, down here where no one was looking.”

No!
I stared at my wife desperately.
Don’t do it!
But when she glanced in my direction, her eyes seemed hazy and unfocused. She looked back to Brad and nodded breathlessly.

Brad pressed closer to her and took possession of her mouth. His lips were hard and demanding, his tongue thrusting between her lips almost before it reached them, but he didn’t have to pressure her. Her lips were flowering open beneath his instantly, and I heard her give a deep moan of submission as her eyes closed. She wanted the kiss at least as much as he did.

The material of her green dress was stretchy. Stretchy enough that Brad was able to grip the front of it and tug it down almost all the way over one full breast, exposing her bra. Because the dress was backless, Kim was wearing one of those strapless bras that’s really no more than just the cups. Brad yanked it roughly out of the way, dropping it to the floor and, suddenly, my wife’s breast was exposed, right there in the moonlit library. And then his hand was on it, his palm dragging back and forth over her nipple, and she groaned.

This was too much. I could feel my cock stiffening again against my thigh, but I couldn’t let this go on. I started forward, my hands lifting to grab Brad’s shoulder and pull him away.

Without looking round, he straight-armed me in the chest with his free hand. Unprepared, I went staggering backward, almost falling.

Brad lifted his lips from my wife’s for a second.
“Fuck off,
Louis. Go back to your dorm room and wait, if you don’t want to play. I’ll get her back to you later.”

My head spun.
Play?!
Was this what this was to him—a game?
Get her back to me later?
After he fucked her? That was clearly his intention. But Kim wouldn’t let it go that far...would she? I stared at them. Brad had pushed forward between her legs, now, one hand fondling her breast as he kissed her deeply. He was grinding his groin against hers and she was starting to moan.

Suddenly, just as I thought he was going to grind her all the way to another orgasm, he broke the kiss and stepped back. I didn’t miss the soft moan of disappointment my wife gave.