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.
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. You haven’t been kidnapped. 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, my blood running cold. 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 with blood. 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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The tip brushed against her and she gasped, closing her eyes. Then the head of him was pressing against the join of her lips, parting them...opening her. She sank lower, gasping, and he started to stretch her.
“Ah!” she cried out, her eyes opening.
Brad smirked. “You’d forgotten what it feels like?” he asked.
She bit her lip and nodded.
She’d forgotten what a real man felt like, I thought mournfully, because she’s been fucking me. And, as I thought it, all the strength seemed to go out of my legs. I slumped to my knees, only about four feet from them. Brad laughed.
As the head started to push inside her, Kim slowed her descent. Soon she was only edging downwards millimeter by millimeter. I could see her breasts rising and falling slowly beneath the dress as she took deep, slow breaths. “I--I can’t--”
Brad licked at her neck. “Yeah, you can.” And then, grinning at me, he jerked his hips upward.
“AH!” Kim rose up with his cock, but I saw him slide into her a little more. “It--It’s too--”
“Say it,” said Brad victoriously.
“--too big!”
“No it isn’t, Kim. You used to take it just fine. And you want it...don’t you?”
She went quiet, biting her lip for a second. Her eyes were squeezed closed. “Yesss….” she said at last.
Brad grinned and put his hands on her sides, his huge hands almost seeming to surround her slender waist. Then he started to slowly push her down.
Kim’s eyes flew open as she realized what he was doing. “Ah-AH!” she gasped. But she didn’t tell him to stop, or try to struggle. She sat passively in his grip as he pressed his big cock into her. And, slumped on my knees in front of them, I had the perfect view as the thick head stretched her folds wider...wider...until they were a tight pink band around the purple girth. Kim’s head began to toss, long, golden tresses flying.
“Here it comes, Louis,” Brad muttered. “She’s about to be mine again.”
Those words made something snap inside me. I lunged forward to stop him--
Too late.
He pushed up with his hips just as his hands pushed her down. The wedge-shaped head stretched her wide, her folds glistening with her juices...and then he slid inside her and her lips closed tight behind the bulging head. She immediately slid three or four inches down his shaft, just from the momentum, and arched her back at the sensation. “God!” she panted.
She’s filled, I thought. She’s filled as much as she ever is with me inside her--maybe more. And he’s not even in her halfway!
Brad slowly lifted her again. She drew in her breath as she rose and I watched as his shaft slowly emerged from her, shining now with her juices. Her eyes widened as she felt the thicker head pull at her pussy lips from the outside, threatening to stretch her again. But he stopped there and--
Dropped her.
She let out a gasp at the trick, falling fast, maybe five or six inches before she caught herself with her legs. She twisted around to glare at him but, before she could say anything, he was lifting her again, quicker than before, right up to the head. And, before she could react to that, he was dropping her again, and this time she plunged even further, right down to six or seven inches. Her mouth opened into a wide “O” of shock and pleasure as she felt herself filled more than she’d ever been filled before--
No. I caught myself. No, she’s had it before. She’s done all this before, and more. I just never knew it.
She was panting now, twisting around to call him a bastard to his face, but he just laughed, and she made no attempt to get off his lap. I could tell it was familiar to both of them--the taunting and the name-calling and the slightly dominant tone he took with her. This is what it had been like, when they were together. This is what she’d never had with me.
He stopped dropping her, now. He gripped her firmly around the waist and started to pump her up and down on his shaft, and at the end of each in stroke he’d press her down towards the base of his shaft a little more. I could tell she was tight. He must have been right up against her limits, yet still he pushed her down. And, from the way she was flexing her pelvis in time with each thrust, she loved it. The dim lights of the room caught the little triangle of blonde hair and the jewels of moisture on her delicate pink lips, now obscenely spread around his huge shaft. Her braless breasts jiggled beneath her dress with each thrust.
Brad stroked her hair back from her face. He wanted me to see her expression, I realized. “Look at Louis,” he told her, his voice gentle but firm. “And fuck me.”
And then he just sat there.
Kim drew in a long, shuddering breath and then her legs began to straighten, her high heels pressing into the wood floor as she pressed herself upward. She gasped as the thick length moved within her, drawing herself almost all the way off it. And then she pushed herself back down, flexing her legs and squatting low to impale herself.
“Good,” Brad said, almost whispering. “Good girl, Kim. Like that”
She started to raise and lower herself, taking almost his full length, now. The music was still thumping below, but it didn’t quite cover the obscene sucking sound as she drew herself off him each time. God, she must be really tight around him!
“Faster,” said Brad, his voice thick with lust. He reached up and lazily hooked the halter strap of her dress over her head. The dress fell down around her chest catching on one nipple and then, as she drove herself faster atop him, it fell around her waist. The full, tan perfection of her breasts was revealed, her nipples stiffly erect.
Brad craned forward, pressing his chest against her back so he could look over her shoulder. Kim groaned as his cock shifted angle inside her, but didn’t stop pumping herself up and down. “Man,” said Brad. “I’d forgotten just how nice a pair those are.” He reached down and took one in his hand. He weighed the mound in his hand, his thumb caressing the nipple. “She hasn’t started to droop at all. She’s still just as pert as a college girl. And so big. She always did have big tits.�
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Kim jerked at that.
“Oh--What was that? What was that, Kim? You don’t like people calling them tits, these days? You used to love it when I talked about your tits.”
Kim squirmed even as she pumped up and down. “Bastard,” she hissed. But I could hear the raw heat in her voice. His words were inflaming her.
“She would have made a good stripper, wouldn’t she, Louis? Or a lap-dancer. Either. She has the sort of tits men pay money to see. And the sort of pussy men pay to fuck.” And on the last word, he lunged upward with his hips, just as Kim pushed herself down on him, and she gasped as he rooted himself in her. She stopped moving and just stayed there for a moment, her eyes wide. I stared at the point where they joined, her spread legs giving me the perfect view. Brad’s cock was buried all the way inside her, his balls hanging down full and heavy beneath. God, he’s right up inside her! The reality of it suddenly hit me. He’s inside my wife!
Brad leaned forward and rested his chin on her shoulder, kissing her neck again. ‘Course,” he said, “it’ll all change when she gets knocked up.” He squeezed her breast lightly. “These’ll get even bigger. That sweet little tummy will swell up like a balloon. Then you’ll squeeezzzze out a kid and those tits’ll get all big with milk for it. Big and real sensitive.” He rubbed his palm back and forth against her nipples. “Looking forward to that, Kim? Looking forward to getting pregnant?”
She tossed her head, but it wasn’t a shake, exactly. It was more of a shudder that ran through her entire body, as if the image was too powerful--too erotic--for her to deal with. “Shut up...bastard,” she hissed. But her voice was weak. And she said bastard with a throaty note of affection.
Down on the floor, I was reeling. She was looking forward to me getting her pregnant? She’d never said that! We were using the cap because we both wanted to get ahead in our careers first. I’d certainly never known that she got a sexual kick out of the idea….
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