“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.
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 nois
ier 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--
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