Cuckolded at the College Reunion [Extract]

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When Louis receives an invite to his ten year college reunion, he figures it'll be the perfect opportunity to get his revenge on the jocks who used to bully him. After all, he's got his gorgeous blonde, ex-cheerleader wife now. He'll turn up, show them all how well he's done for himself and leave them jealous. What could go wrong?

Too late, Louis learns that his old college nemesis, Brad, used to date his wife. And now Brad wants his old girlfriend back.

Louis's wife Kim begins to rediscover the wanton, sexy side of her that she left behind when she graduated. She allows herself to be seduced by Brad, but that's only the beginning. The weekend becomes a voyage of discovery for the couple as she hooks up with old flames, from her much older, dominant college professor to her lesbian cheerleader ex-housemate. And Louis is shocked to discover that, while he's consumed by anger and jealousy, he can't help but get hard at the sight of his wife with other men...and women.

As the sex games become wilder, will Louis and Kim's marriage survive? And will Kim be the same woman afterwards...or will she be changed forever?

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This extract is from part one. After returning to his old college for his reunion, Louis discovers that his wife, Kim, used to date the jock who used to bully him, Brad.

After tricking Louis into letting him dance with his wife, groping her and kissing her on the dance floor, Brad takes the couple on a tour of the campus...and Louis starts to realize that his wife led a very different life before he knew her. We join the story at the end of the tour, as Brad takes Kim off to a party for his old fraternity...and Louis is left out in the cold.


"Now come on," said Brad. "Tour's over. Time to head to my old frat house. You remember that place, don't you, Kim? I'm throwing a party there tonight. Got most of the old fraternity coming." He glanced at me. "You can come too, Louis, if you want."

I shook my head, attempting to throw off the haze of lust and confusion. "No. No, enough. We did your stupid tour. We're going home."

Brad didn't seem at all fazed by my refusal. "You're going home," he said. "But I don't think Kim is. Are you, Kim?" He smiled at her. "What do you say? A chance to say hi to some of the guys? A little dancing? A few beers?"

I watched as my wife bit her lip. She can't! It was obvious he planned to fuck her--hell, he'd done everything but that already. She couldn't go with him! She was married to me!

But, thanks to everything he'd shown her, Kim's mind wasn't on me and our marriage and her boring, married life. Brad's tour had succeeded in taking her back ten years, to a time when she was carefree and willing to try anything. We all want to be young again. He was giving her the opportunity to take a holiday in the past, just for one night.

She stared at me and the conflict was clear on her face. But I could see the lust winning out. "I'm sorry," she whispered. And went to stand beside Brad.

"You can't!" I shouted.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry," she said again. "I need this." She wouldn't meet my eyes.

"I'll get her back to you by sun-up," said Brad. His mouth twisted into a sneering grin. "Was nice meeting you again, Louis."

And he turned away, his arm snaking around her waist to draw her to him, and they both started to amble down the street. He was walking away with my wife, and nothing I could do would make a difference.

I stood there, rooted to the sidewalk. I couldn't go after them. The thought of running into Brad's old fraternity--Rick and all the others--filled me with raw, cold dread. From the sound of it, they all knew Kim. Having Brad tease me about her past would be bad enough, but having all of them do it would be unbearable.

And yet...if I didn't go after them...what then? Would Kim really come back to me in the morning, and expect me to just forget about what she'd done? Would I even ever know what she'd done? How would I know if she was telling the truth?

I closed my eyes. This had been Brad's intention all along, I just knew it. Tell me enough lurid stories about Kim's past to convince me that she might be unfaithful with him and then take her off somewhere private. Even if she didn't have sex with him, I'd always wonder...and the doubt would poison our relationship.

The only way to save our marriage was to go along with them. To put up with the embarrassment and make sure that she didn't actually have sex with Brad. I still believed she wouldn't cross that line. She'd kissed him and let him feel her up, but sex was different. But I had to know for sure.

There was another side of it, too. The idea that something would happen and I wouldn't be there to see it was unthinkable. That newly-discovered part of me had been in heaven every time Brad brought out another story about her time at college. Actually seeing him kiss and grope her and only made me harder still. I didn't understand it, didn't want to even admit it was happening, but the feelings were there, raging hot inside me. I had to see.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Brad and Kim were halfway down the street and receding fast.

I ran after them. But Brad's old frat house turned out to be on the same street. I could hear the music pumping from it while I was still several houses away and there were people standing around in the yard with beers. It was a serious party--exactly the sort I'd never been invited to, back in college.

As I sprinted up the street, Kim and Brad walked in through the gate. I saw the guys in the yard look up as Kim approached, eying her succulent breasts and the curve of her ass under the tight green dress. Within minutes, they'd surrounded her like wolves flocking to a sheep.

I made it to the gate, but I was out of breath. "Kim!" I called, panting. But even if the pumping bass hadn't drowned out my voice, the happy shouts of Brad's old fraternity would have. I couldn't even see Kim anymore--she was completely surrounded by big, wide-shouldered ex-football players as she moved across the yard towards the house.

"Kim!" said one.

"Damn, is that really you?!" said another.

"Are you two back together? Did you get married?" said a third. And since they hadn't even noticed me yet, they must be talking about her and Brad. They hadn't seen what happened at the sports hall...or they had, and they'd misinterpreted it. After all, it seemed a lot more believable that Kim had married the football captain and not some pale computer science major. I tried to push to the front of the crowd, but the guys were three deep around her and Brad, now. And they were still moving towards the front door. "Wait!" I called. But over the music, no one could hear me.

My insides churned with fear as the crowd disappeared into the house. When I finally managed to get to the steps, a couple of guys who'd remained outside held their arms across like a barrier. I recognized them from my college days--bullies who'd hung around with Brad. "Where do you think you're going?" one of them asked. He was a broad-shouldered guy with skin so black it was almost blue-black. I knew he'd been on the team with Brad and Rick, but I couldn't remember his name. "It's a frat reunion. And I don't remember you being in the frat."

"She's my wife!" I told him. I was still trying to get my breath back.
"She's mine!"

The guy turned slowly to look at the door. "I don't think so, little man. I remember Kim from college. Hell, I had to try and snooze when the two of them were bangin' the bed against the wall all night. I figure Brad finally put a ring on her finger. You, I don't know at all."

"No! She married me!" I was growing desperate, now. Without me there to slow things down, who knows what they were getting up to inside? "Me! I'm her husband!"

The guy shook his head and stood up. He was a full head taller than me and much wider. His buddy, a big Latino guy whose name I thought I remembered was Antonio, came to stand beside him. There was barely room for them both to stand on the steps. "You seem like an uptight little fuck," said Antonio. "Now Kim--I remember Kim. She was a real fun girl, back in the day. I don't think she would have wound up with someone like you."

I shook my head frantically. "No! She's not like that! Not anymore!"

There was a sudden cheer from inside, loud enough to be heard over the thumping bass. The whole house must be cheering. What the hell was going on inside? What were they doing to Kim?! Without thinking, I stepped forward.

A hand pushed me in the middle of the chest and I went sprawling backward. "Piss off," the black guy told me. "I ain't tellin' you again. Don't make me kick your ass."

And then it got worse. Antonio tilted his head and looked at me, as I lay on the ground. "Hey...don't I know you? Weren't you at college with us? Lew. Louie...Louis?!"

The black guy just frowned.

"You remember," said Antonio, punching his arm. "Little wimpy kid. We caught him with that porn mag one time."

I bristled. I remembered that. They'd shaken out my bag all over the grassy quad, right in front of a gaggle of girls. The porn mag I was carrying to swap with Hugo had gone blowing across the grass, with me chasing after it, red-faced, the derisive shouts of the girls in my ears.

"No way did you wind up with Kim," the black guy told me. "You're probably her stalker or somethin'. I should kick your ass just for sayin' that you're with her."

I slowly stood up, shaking my head in dismay. When I'd decided to come to the reunion, I'd imagined these guys gasping in awe when I walked in with Kim, almost not believing that I'd wound up with her. It had never occurred to me that they'd literally not believe it, and that my stupid plan would trap me outside while Brad seduced my wife inside.

The black guy did a mock-lunge towards me and I jerked back. Both guys laughed. And from inside the frat house came another huge cheer.

What the hell was I going to do?

Chapter 8

I slunk out of the gate and pretended to be walking off down the street, thinking hard. Brad and Kim hadn't looked around--they didn't even know I'd followed them to the frat house. My wife thought I was heading home on my own. And that meant she'd feel free to do whatever she liked with her ex-boyfriend. Hell, even if she didn't do anything, I'd never be sure.

I had to know. I had to get in there.

I went down the street a few more houses and then cut across a darkened yard. I nearly tripped over a hosepipe in the gloom and then struggled to get over the fence at the rear, but then there was a little more light from the streetlights and I managed to scuttle across the lawn. Soon, I was behind Brad's frat house. The back door was closed and probably locked, so I crept around to the side.

I peeked through a window and caught my breath as I saw my wife dancing with Brad. Although dancing is a polite word for it. She had her back pressed to his front, her ass grinding against his groin. Her eyes were closed and the two of them were flexing sinuously together. His arms were around her waist and, every now and then, he'd sneak his hands up to her breasts and smooth the material of her dress over them. She'd sort of squirm in his grasp when he did that, grinding herself even harder against him. And every time her material tightened across her breasts, her nipples stood out, clearly visible even from a distance. Brad had left her bra on the library floor, I remembered.

Everyone else was standing in a circle around the couple, clapping and cheering and--

Wait.

Where were all the women? What sort of a party was it where all the guests were men?!

There were twenty or thirty of them, all roughly my age—so I guessed they were all ex-fraternity members. I watched, pale-faced, as they ran their eyes over my wife's twisting body. The shape of her gorgeous breasts was obvious in the tight, halter-neck dress, but each time Brad ran his hands over them, they bulged even more alluringly. The guys were inching closer and closer. They wanted her...all of them. God, they all wanted to--

I realized my cock was hard. What if I just stay here? a voice in my head whispered. What if I just stay here and watch? Watch as my wife was...what? Gang-banged? Surely it wouldn't come to that. She wouldn't do that...would she? And yet, judging by the expressions on the guys' faces, that's exactly where they wanted it to go. All of them had beers in their hands and there were crates more on the floor. It really was like a frat party, only with unlimited access to *****--no fake IDs needed here. And my wife seemed to have been lined up by Brad as the entertainment.

I had to get in there. I had to stop this!

There was no way in on that side of the house. I ran around to the other side and, to my relief, I found a small open window. It was frosted glass, so I guessed it was a bathroom. There was no way that one of the jocks could have fitted through it, but I managed to squeeze through. There are some advantages to being small, I thought triumphantly.

I wriggled through headfirst and discovered I was indeed in a small bathroom. I was coming out right above the toilet...and there was nowhere to grab onto. I leaned down further and further, teetering with my groin on the window ledge, my stiff cock rubbing against the sill. With no choice, I planted my hands on the rim of the toilet to take my weight, and scrambled through with my legs.

It was an awkward maneuver made worse by my panic. As my feet skittered inside I tried to jump down to the floor, but my feet splashed down into the toilet bowl. Eww! Thankfully, the last person had flushed.

Just as I crouched there, catching my breath and trying to get to my feet, the door opened. It was Antonio, the Latino guy from outside. "Greg!" he shouted over his shoulder.

The black guy I'd seen before barged in behind him. Greg--yeah, that was his name. When he hadn't been playing football, he'd DJed a lot of the college parties.

Antonio hauled me out, grimacing at my dripped foot. "What the fuck, Louis?" he asked. "Now we gotta kick your ass." Greg grabbed my other arm and they trooped me through the hallway. No! I was going to be taken outside and beaten up...and my wife was going to wind up doing God-knows-what with the frat guys.

As we passed an open doorway, I saw her again. Brad was still behind her with his arms around her, but now Rick was in front of her. His hand was raised to her cheek, turning her gently to face him, and he was leaning in to kiss her. And from the way she was lifting her head to him and closing her eyes, she wanted it. I could see Brad smiling behind her, enjoying the scene. God, was this what it had been like at college--had he shared her with his buddies?!

"Kim!" I yelled as the two guys dragged me past. But she gave no sign of having heard. And then we were at the front door--

"Wait." Brad's voice from behind us. Antonio and Greg obediently reversed course and dragged me back to the living room doorway.

"Louis," said Brad with great satisfaction. He let go of Kim and gently pushed her forward, towards Rick. "Come join the party."

Antonio looked confused. "For real? You want Louis here?"

Brad grinned. He stepped up close to me, out of earshot of Kim, and slapped me hard on the shoulder. "He's Kim's husband."

Greg's jaw dropped. "You're shittin' me! Him?!" His eyes flicked between me and Kim. She was kissing Rick, now, her arms around his waist. She didn't seem to even know we were there.

"He brought her here tonight," Brad told them, "to show us how great he was. Showing her off like a sports car."

Antonio shook his head. "That's a shitty way to treat a woman," he said.

Greg nodded soberly. "If I had a woman like that, no way would I treat her like a fucking possession."

I knew they were mocking me. I remembered how these guys had talked about women, back at college, how they'd used and dumped their girlfriends. Hell, that's how I'd wound up with Kim in the first place, because Brad had dumped her yet again...unless he'd been serious about Kim lying about that part.

And yet, even as they mocked me, I knew they were at least partially right. I'd tried to lord it over my former bullies and the whole thing had backfired on me. This was all my fault.

And then it got even worse.

"Turns out," said Brad, "Louis here likes to watch. He likes to watch while a real man takes care of his wife."

Antonio's eyes opened wide--he looked as shocked as I probably had when Brad had first said it. But Greg's reaction was very different. His eyes narrowed and he smirked. "Does he, now? That makes a lotta sense." He turned to Brad. "I knew a guy like that. He was all eager to have his wife fuck a black guy, in front of him. 'Cept, once she got a taste of my cock, she didn't want her hubby anymore." He leaned close to me, emphasizing every word. "I...fucked...her...but good. I even did that lily-white ass of hers. Did her right in my recording studio, with him on the other side of the glass, beggin' and moanin' me to stop, while she was beggin' and moanin' me for more." He laughed. "Christ, I even knocked her up." He turned to Brad. "You goin' to do that with Kim?"

My jaw was hanging open. He had to be making all that up. He couldn't really have got some poor guy's wife pregnant, could he? I looked up at his huge, muscled body. And, unbidden, an image swam into my mind of Kim on her hands and knees, this black brute thrusting into her from behind. Black guys were meant to be hung...was that true? God, maybe he was even bigger than Brad. Maybe he'd stretch her. I wanted to be sick. And yet I'd never been more turned on in my life.

"Nah," said Brad. "I don't think we need to go that far." Then he muttered something under his breath that I couldn't hear, and Antonio and Greg both laughed. What? What did he say?!

I shook my head. "No! I don't want this!"

Greg laughed. "Yeah, the guy I knew said the same damn thing, over and over.

But his cock was hard the whole time." He looked down at my groin. "Same thing here."

I shook my head, but I could feel my cock tenting my pants. "Please!" I begged.

Brad clapped me on the shoulder. "Look at her," he told me. And he pointed to where Kim danced, surrounded by guys. Rick was still kissing her and, as I watched, his hands lifted slowly to her breasts. My wife gave a soft moan as his hands began to squeeze and rub. Another guy was dancing behind her, rubbing his groin against her ass. "See, Kim likes to have fun. We had plenty of fun with her at college, and it seems like she wants another taste of it this weekend. So why don't we get you a beer,"--he grabbed a bottle of beer and pushed it into my slack hand--"and you sit back and enjoy the show?"

"Yeah," said Greg. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "See, I never got a piece of her myself, back in college. A few guys did, but not me. But man, I always wanted to. So I'm going to work that sweet white ass tonight, Louis. Give it another half hour and she'll be naked, right in the middle of us all. Then it'll be one of us, fucking her on the couch. Then two of us, on the floor. Then...did you ever see a woman with three guys in her?"

I shook my head to shut out the image. No! Not Kim! Not my sweet Kim!

Greg slapped my back. "Don't worry," he said. "You'll get her back tomorrow."

Brad whispered in my other ear. "But she might be...different."

"Wet," said Antonio, leaning in, his eyes gleaming.

"Stretched," said Greg.

"Used," said Brad. "Not sure she'll still want you and your little dick, but...well, that's not our fault."

"STOP!" I gasped. "I--I'll do anything," I said weakly. "Please! I'll give you money!"

Brad frowned, mock-offended. "We don't want your money. Do we want his money, guys?" The other two shook their heads. "See, I make pretty good money from my company, Louis. Oh, I know it might not be as high-flyin' as your job, but I bet I make more. And Antonio, here, he damn near runs one of the biggest prisons around. And Greg--well, he's a big-shot record producer. So I don't think we need your loose change."

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 bullying. 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 made you 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.

With her gone, I spun to Brad. "Brad, please--Look, okay...." I spread my hands wide in supplication. "I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry I tried to show her off to you. I'm sorry for...for whatever I did at college that made you hate me. But please don't do this. Just let us go--"

Brad sat back on the bed, his dick still erect and straining, and put his hands behind his head. "Let you go?! I'm not holding you here. Walk out the door."

"But Kim--"

"Kim's a grown up, Louis. She can make her own decisions. And she's chosen to fuck me. Watch or don't watch, it's up to you." He leaned forward. "Oh, and--for the record?--I didn't hate you, back them. Hating would imply you were worth my time. I thought about you about as much as I thought about the bugs I crushed under my shoes. But now? Now I know that it was you who got in the way, who stopped Kim coming back to me? Now? Yeah, now I hate you."

Kim returned, closed the door behind her. It sank in that she must have been putting her cap in. She'd have stood there with one leg up on the bath or the seat of the toilet, folding the little dome into an oval, applying the spermicide, slipping it deep inside her....

I froze. Why had she had it in her purse?! She didn't normally take it out with her. Had she suspected that Brad would be there? Had she planned all this, right from the start?!

As I watched, Brad took her hands and drew her closer to him. He scooched to the edge of the bed again, lifted his head and kissed her. It was like watching a king sitting on his throne, attended to by a servant girl--he didn't bother to get up or make any effort, just let her come to him. And then he was turning her to face me and gathering her dress up her legs, bunching it at her hips. Her panties were missing--I guess she hadn't bothered to put them on again, after putting in the cap, knowing there was no point.

"Beautiful," said Brad. He stroked at her pussy with his fingers and she gasped. She was still facing away from him, so he had to crane his head around her hip to see. "She used to shave completely, back in college. Did you know that? But I kind of prefer it like this. Just a little mystery." He smirked. "An air of respectability. But you aren't really respectable...are you, Kim?"

She tensed and squirmed at his words, but shook her head.

"No," he said, answering his own question. "You're not respectable at all." And he started to draw her down into his lap, with her still facing me. He was going to get her to sit on his cock. I watched the heavy, throbbing head draw closer and closer to her. As her legs bent gracefully, her legs made even more shapely and elegant by her high heels, her pussy flowered open to receive him. I stepped forward again, hating the sight of it but having to see for myself. The head was a thick, purple wedge, smoothly glossy. The shaft was an angry pink, swollen stiff. My head reeled as I watch her move down towards it. That thing was going inside my wife...and I could see her folds shining with moisture. She wanted him.

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