Cuckolded at the College Reunion (9 page)

I was dying inside. It seemed like there was nothing I could do. I stared at my wife. She seemed to be lost in a daze of lust and memories. She was with her ex-boyfriend, who had an undeniable sexual hold over her, and a whole room full of hot, muscled guys, some of whom, it seemed, she’d fucked before. Who knows what she’d do?

“Kim’s going to get fucked,” Brad told me. “That was always going to happen, right from when you walked into that sports hall tonight. But you get to decide how many guys fuck her.”

My head snapped around to look at him.

“See, I always liked Kim,” he said. “You could say I hold a candle for her. So I’m kinda temped to just take her upstairs, right now, to my room and fuck her there and call it a night.”

My stomach turned at the thought of my most hated enemy between my wife’s thighs...but it would be infinitely better than watching her become the centerpiece of a gangbang. I suddenly saw how cleverly he’d set this up. By presenting me with a much worse option, he’d made the idea of Kim fucking him actually appealing. I looked across at Kim. Rick had his hands on her legs, now, and was inching her dress up her thighs. The guy behind her was toying with the dress’s halter strap. In another minute, that dress would be on the ground. “Yes,” I said quickly, through gritted teeth. “Yes, I want that.”

“What?” said Brad. “What was that, Louis?”

I closed my eyes. He wanted me to ask for it. I
couldn’t.
Not Brad. Not after all those years of humiliation. But when I opened my eyes again, Rick had my wife’s dress up to her hips. I glimpsed her panties. “Please,” I croaked. “Please take her upstairs.”

Brad shook his head. “No,” he said. “Tell me exactly what you want, and sound like you mean it.”

It’s impossible to describe how much I hated him. But the guy behind Kim was lifting the halter strap, preparing to hook it over her head so that the dress could be slipped off. “Please, Brad,” I said, each word drawn from my chest like a sliver of jagged glass, “please, fuck my wife.”

Brad leaned into me. “Okay, Louis, old pal,” he said, slapping my back. “If that’s what you want.” And he stood and walked over to Kim. The guy behind her quickly stepped away, dropping the strap he’d been holding. Rick stepped back, too, glaring a little at being denied his prize. But he didn’t argue. Even amongst all the other ex-footballers, Brad’s status was supreme.

Kim finally opened her eyes and turned to us. For the first time since I’d arrived, she saw me. “Louis!” She flushed. “I thought you’d--What are you doing here?”

Brad put his arms around her from behind. “Louis came to watch,” he said, grinning at me from behind her.

My eyes went wide.
No!
That wasn’t true! I’d come to stop all this!

Brad nuzzled my wife’s neck. “In fact, he just asked me--
begged me--
to take you upstairs. Isn’t that right, Louis?”

Too late, I saw the trap he’d set for me. If I denied it, he’d have Antonio and Greg throw me out of the party and the night would continue without me. Maybe he’d fuck Kim. Maybe he’d let his buddies gangbang her. Maybe nothing would happen at all. But I’d never know.

If I wanted to stay in any sort of control, I had to agree to it, right in front of my wife. And then she’d think I wanted it and be more likely to do anything Brad suggested to her. What if all the talk about fucking her and gangbangs was just that--talk? What if it was all bullshit and she would have done no more than kiss a few of them and let them feel her up? By agreeing to this, I could actually be making it happen.

I glared at Brad, but he just grinned back at me. He wasn’t going to help me make the decision. This was all up to me.

“Louis?” asked my wife, her eyes huge. ‘Is that really what you want?”

I tried to analyze her voice. Did she sound hopeful, or nervous? Turned on, or ashamed? It sounded like all of those.

I looked between her face and Brad’s. I looked at the roomful of horny, beered-up guys.

“Yes,” I told Kim. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

Chapter 9

I trudged upstairs behind Kim and Brad, leaving a disgruntled crowd of guys behind us. Again, though, no one argued with Brad. And Antonio and Greg actually snickered and slapped me on the back as we went upstairs. That really worried me. I’d thought I was choosing the lesser of two fates...but what if somehow this was worse? Or what if Brad double-crossed me and took Kim downstairs again after he’d finished with her….

I shook my head. One problem at a time.

Upstairs, Brad’s room--like my dorm room back at the campus--had only recently been vacated. This guy, though, had preferred posters of semi-naked women over bands, and there were football pennants from the college team. It was the same fraternity, after all, and would still attract the same sort of guy. The room had probably changed very little since Brad had lived there.

Brad motioned for me to close the door behind me and I did, glad to shut out the sound of the party beneath us. I was still feeling ill at the thought of what might have happened if I’d left Kim down there. And yet what was about to happen was just as terrifying.

Kim sat down on the edge of the bed. She licked her lips nervously, looking up at Brad as he approached. He made a sort of
shh
-ing noise, smoothing her golden hair back from her face as he took a seat beside her. She arched her back as his hand continued down her back.

I had to try, one last time, to head this off. Now that it was just the three of us again, maybe she’d listen to reason. “Kim,” I said. “Please. Let’s just go home.”

She just stared at me, her eyes hooded.

“
Please!”
I begged.

“You wanted this,” she said. Her voice was low and husky. “You said downstairs you did.”

“Yes, but only to--”

“And you’re hard,” she said, pointing at my groin. “You’re hard, just imagining me and Brad together. Aren’t you?”

I could feel my erection tenting my pants. “Yes, but--Look, he
had
your chance with you. He dumped you! He broke your heart!”

Brad laughed out loud. “Tell him the truth,” he said. And, wrapping his arm around her, he started to openly stroke her breast through her dress.

Kim flushed, slowly looking up at me through eyes clouded with lust and shame. “He didn’t dump me,” she said. “I dumped him, each time.”

“Tell him why,” said Brad, grinning.

Kim shook her head quickly.

“Go on, Kim. He should know the truth. Why did you keep dumping me?”

She closed her eyes. “Because I was doing more and more things.” She opened her eyes and glanced at me “We used to play these…games. Sex games. There was the stuff with Professor Roycefield and Taylor and…other stuff.” She swallowed. “It was all getting more and more intense—
”

“He pressured you!” I snapped. “He forced you to do all this stuff!”

“No!” she said quickly. “No. He…” She took a deep breath. “He
allowed
me to. He made me not feel guilty about it. It always came from me.”

Brad nodded. He began stroking Kim’s neck in a way that made her gasp. “See, it turned out that Kim was a full-on slut, but she’d never had a boyfriend who
appreciated
that in a woman. I did. I got her to let it all out of her. But she got nervous. See, I tried to keep it on the down-low, and most of the guys were pretty good about it. But word got around that my girlfriend was...well,
fun.”

Kim swallowed. “We broke up a few times, but I kept going back for more. I couldn’t resist. And then, just before I graduated, we broke up again and...I think I would have gone back to him. That’s why I was crying, that day. Because I knew I was going to go back, this time for good. And we had something planned, something big…”—her breathing grew tight as she thought about it—“but I knew that if I did
that
, then that’s what I’d always be--a girl with a reputation. I wouldn’t be able to be respectable, or get a real job. I’d just spiral down into stripping, or something.”

I remembered the list Brad had mentioned.
Girl most likely to become a lapdancer.

“And then you showed up,” said Kim. “And you seemed nice and sweet and I figured I could make a fresh start. So I hooked up with you and I never talked about any of it. And I put all this behind me.”

“But not all the way behind you,” said Brad, pulling her onto his lap. She gasped as the bulge at his crotch rubbed against her. “It was still part of you, wasn’t it? And this
nice, sweet
guy you married...he couldn’t keep you satisfied, could he?”

I watched, open-mouthed, as Kim stared at me. And then sadly shook her head.

“And that’s why all this happened tonight,” Brad told me. “Your wife isn’t cheating on you, Louis. Really,
you’re
her cheat. She’s been cheating with you all along. She’s mine, and she always will be.”

I thought I was going to throw up. I’d been right, when I thought of it as an addiction. She’d kicked the habit and been happy--or so I’d thought--and clean for a decade. And then I’d taken her straight back to her old dealer and as good as shoved the needle into her arm. Now I understood why she’d wanted to leave, when she saw Brad at the sports hall. She’d known what would happen if she stayed.

Brad’s hand started to stroke its way up her thigh, pushing back the dress ahead of it. In another few seconds, he’d be touching her pussy again.

“Stop,” I said. “This is nuts. You can’t just--Come home with me! We’ll get a flight home
tonight!
Forget about all this!”

Kim swallowed and twisted around to look at Brad. “I can’t,” she said at last.

It wasn’t even love. I was pretty sure of that. I was beginning to understand what it was, though. She and Brad fitted together in some indescribable way, just the way that he and I fitted together. She was helpless to resist his pull, just as I was helpless to stop him teasing and humiliating me.

This was going to happen. He was going to fuck my wife and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

Brad’s hand pulled the skirt of her dress up all the way to her hips, his tanned hand rubbing at the soft skin of her thigh. He gently pushed her legs outward and she opened for him. God, the skin of her inner thighs was so smooth, so flawless. She was wearing black briefs, and I could see the darker patch on the front panel where her wetness had soaked straight through them. He rubbed her there with two fingers of one hand, deliberately doing it gently and delicately as if to demonstrate how easily he could manipulate her. And, as if to verify his unspoken claim, she tensed and began to subtly grind her hips, her eyes closing in pleasure.

Brad’s hands closed on her waist. He lifted her gently and set her down again on his knee, so that she was sitting astride it. I frowned, because I couldn’t understand why he was doing it, at first. It seemed like a step backward, after she’d been sitting right on his groin.

Then he unbuckled his belt and undid his fly, and I understood. As he took his cock out, I couldn’t help but step around to the side slightly, so that I could see it, and Brad laughed as he heard me draw in my breath. “Yeah, it’s big, ain’t it? But don’t worry.” He leaned forward and kissed Kim’s neck. “Kim here has taken it plenty of times before...all of it. You think you’ve tightened up any over the years?”

Kim squirmed a little, as if embarrassed but loving it.

Brad went on. “After taking his little dick, I guess you might have adjusted. But don’t worry. We’ll soon get you used to a real man again.”

It wasn’t an idle boast. His cock was enormous--eight inches, maybe, far bigger than mine. And he was much thicker as well, solid and straight and throbbing with veins. His cock stood arrow-straight, almost flat against his stomach. God...that thing was going inside her? I shook my head. What was I doing? Why hadn’t I stopped this?!

I stepped forward and grabbed Kim’s wrist. “You can’t do this,” I said. “We’re
married!”
I looked down at the rings on our fingers. The diamond on the engagement ring, snuggled up to her platinum wedding band. They were meant to symbolize eternity.

She looked up into my eyes. “You should go,” she said in a low voice.

“But you can’t--How can you
do
this?!”

She closed her eyes and then slowly opened them again, and I could see the lust clouding her eyes. “I
need
him, Louis,” she said. “I’m sorry. But I’m doing this. So you should go, if you can’t handle it.” She glanced at my groin. “If you can’t admit you want to watch.”

“I don’t--” I looked down and flushed. There was no way I could deny it...but however much part of me wanted it, another part of me was being torn apart by rage and jealousy. “I--”

“Poor little cucky doesn’t know
what
the fuck is going on,” said Brad. “Ignore him. You need me to use a condom, Kim?”

Kim gazed at me for a second more and then shook her head. “No,” she said. “I have something with me.” And she stood up and walked out, heading to the bathroom. Of course, she knew where it was. She’d been here countless times before, a decade ago.