Cuckolded at the College Reunion

by Victoria Kasari

  I couldn’t stop stroking my cock.

  “Am I hurting you, Kim?” Brad asked quietly.

  Kim swallowed. “N--No. Just...big. So big….”

  Brad smiled. “Then get ready,” he said. “Because here…we…go!”

  And he pushed hard into her. Kim let out a strangled groan and the head popped inside, and then Brad’s cock was sinking into her, inch after slippery inch. I could see my wife’s mouth open into a wide “O” at the feeling of him entering her, her ass clenching around him again and again.

  He stopped when he was halfway in her. He leaned forward over her and planted his hands either side of her shoulders. God, the size of him--the muscles of his back and the heavy bulges of his forearms. He was like a monster hulking over her, ready to drive his cock deep inside her--

  My hand was stroking fast at my cock.

  Brad leaned down and licked Kim’s cheek. Then he slowly pushed his hips forward and down. Kim’s body actually moved a half inch or so on the bed as the pressure pushed her forward. “God!” she cried out. “God…yes!” Her voice was loud even over the thumping music from downstairs.

  Brad began to thrust, a slow pumping of his hips that took him steadily deeper and deeper. I watched in disbelief as, slowly but surely, his cock was swallowed up by her body, her asshole clenching tight around it. With each slow thrust, she’d grind her hips down hard into the bed, rubbing her clit as her fists gripped the sheets. Then as he withdrew, her hips would lift slightly in the air before he pushed her down again. It was obscene, and beautiful.

  At last, with one final slow push, he slid all the way into her. She gave out a little yelp and her whole body jerked as he reached her limits.

  “There,” said Brad with satisfaction. “Told you she could take me.” He lowered himself atop her, taking his weight onto his forearms. His groin pressed tight against her ass, his hips snugly between hers. I realized with a lurch of my stomach that he was preparing to fuck her….hard. And I was jerking my cock at the prospect. I was jacking off to the sight of my lovely wife being ass fucked.

  Brad pulled his hips back and then rammed into her. Kim let out a shrill cry that ended in a moan of pleasure. Again he thrust, pulling almost all the way out of her before slamming in again, and again she cried out. Then he started to thrust in earnest and her cries became a panting, gasping song, a soundtrack to his taking of her. With every inward thrust, she’d let out a high little Oh! With every outward stroke, she’d give a low moan of Ugh! And she was loud.

  My eyes were locked on my wife’s upraised ass cheeks as Brad’s hips pounded into them again and again, crushing her groin down into the bed. She couldn’t raise her hips now to rub herself against the sheets, but his thrusts were doing the rubbing for her. She needed to do nothing but lie there, writhing in ecstasy under him, as her body was plundered. She was panting and gasping, her eyes screwed shut tight. I’d never seen her so turned on. This is what he gave her, I realized. This is why she was so helplessly addicted to him. He made her feel like I never could.

  My hand was jerking my cock faster and faster. I was beyond shame, now. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and I couldn’t control myself. Another minute and--

  Suddenly, the door crashed open and Greg, Rick and Antonio all piled in. They laughed and swore at the sight in front of them: my wife, naked except for her heels, spread face down on the bed, her face turned to the side, eyes closed and mouth wide as she panted in lust. Brad between her thighs, his muscled bulk huge against her slender curves, thrusting hard into her ass. And me, my pants around my thighs, my cock in my fist.

  “Get out!” I yelled in shame. My eyes flicked wildly between my cock and my wife. I didn’t know which was worse--that they were seeing her being fucked, or that they were seeing me getting off on it.

  They ignored me. “Holy shit,” said Greg. “Yeah! Fuck that ass!”

  Kim’s eyes opened wide. She stared at the three men and I waited for her to scream at them, or to tell Brad to get rid of them. But instead, she just stared. And, if anything, her eyes glazed with lust even more.

  She wanted an audience. God, had she done this before?

  “Damn,” said Greg, stepping closer. “I wouldn’t have thought you could even take him there, a sweet li’l thing like you. ‘Specially not face down like this.” He grinned. “Hell, if you can take Brad like that, maybe you can even take me, if we warm you up a little first.”

  I shook my head in dismay. God, were they really talking about--

  Antonio stepped close to her face. “You liking it, baby?” he asked.

  Brad hadn’t even slowed his pace. Kim panted and moaned, too lost in pleasure to answer.

  “You want a nice dick to suck on, while he fucks you?” Antonio asked. The others all laughed.

  “How about it?” asked Rick. “You want another cock inside you? I’m game.”

  I could see my wife’s face growing redder and redder with shame, and yet she was panting faster and faster. God, she actually liked this--she liked being treated like a slut.

  “We’re all going to fuck you,” Rick said almost tenderly. “You know that, don’t you, Kim? Those of us who fucked you back in the day. The ones who didn’t. We’re all going to take a turn, this weekend.”

  I finally lost it. “NO!” I yelled. “No! Shut up! Get out! Get out!” And I grabbed the nearest man--Greg--and tried to haul him out of the room. But I might as well have tried to move a lead weight. When he felt me pull on his shirt, he simply glanced around, frowned at me, and then shoved me out the door. And he was strong enough that I went through and kept going, stumbling out into the hallway. I nearly fell down the stairs and had to grab the stair rail for support.

  Just as I made it back to the bedroom door, it slammed in my face. My eyes widened. I reached for the doorknob just as I heard a mechanical click from inside.

  I rattled the knob. The door didn’t open.

  “NO!” I shouted. “No! You can’t!” I banged on the door, but there was no response. I could hear the music thumping from downstairs and, just audible over it, I could hear Kim’s rising cries. She was heading rapidly towards orgasm...and I was going to miss it.

  Wait...the keyhole!

  I knelt down at the doorway and put my eye to the hole. The door must have been locked with a privacy bolt, because the keyhole was empty. Putting my eye to it, I could see the bed...but Kim’s face was hidden behind the hulking bodies of Greg, Rick and Antonio. All I could see of her were her naked, upraised ass cheeks and Brad’s hips lunging down into them. I started to jerk my cock again.

  “Oh!” yelled Kim. “Ugh!”

  “That’s it, baby,” said Greg. “You come for us. And think about how it’s going to be me, next time.”

  “Oh!”

  “Next time, I’ll stuff your mouth full of my cock,” said Rick. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Ugh!”

  “Next time,” said Antonio, “it’ll be all of us.”

  “Oh!”

  “She’ll like that,” grunted Brad. He started to punctuate his words with thrusts of his hips. “Because she’s...our...little...cum slut...aren’t you...Kim?”

  And Kim arched her head up off the bed as Rick stepped out of the way, and seemed to look right at me as she screamed, “YES!”

  My cock erupted in my hand, a hot geyser of cum spraying all over my shirt and neck, even hitting the underside of my chin. I jerked it again and again, too lost in the orgasm to care. All I could do was stare at my wife’s lust-filled face as she came along with me, her hips shuddering beneath Brad’s.

  I was still kneeling there, panting, when the door opened. Greg prodded me out of the way with the tip of his shoe, laughing at my half-mast trousers and the ropes of cum staining my shirt. They all walked past me, and the last one out was Brad, still hauling up his pants. He sneered at me as he passed.

  I staggered back into the bedroom to check on Kim. She was still lying naked on the bed, he
r legs still spread. And now I could see the glistening, creamy-white trickle oozing from her asshole. “Are...are you alright?” I panted.

  Kim slowly raised herself onto one elbow, turned and looked at me. “Yes,” she whispered. And then she looked down at my limp cock and the trails of cum lacing my shirt.

  There was no sense in trying to pretend. I just looked at her helplessly.

  “You like it,” she said. Not a question.

  I nodded, red-faced. Then I felt something bubbling up inside, something I had to say. I was angry, but not at her--at Brad, maybe. At myself. “I still love you,” I blurted.

  She slowly nodded. “I love you too,” she said.

  Hope flared inside me.

  “But...you can’t give me...this,” she said, indicating the room, the twisted sheets, the smell of sex.

  “Do you really want this?” I asked. “Now? Now that we’re together?”

  She shook her head. “I need it. I thought I’d left all this behind, but…I hadn’t. It was just waiting to come out. And I can’t just walk away from it.” She looked up at me with big, liquid eyes. “I’m sorry. But I can’t. I need to figure this out…understand myself.”

  We stared at each other, my heart breaking. She was still his. She’d always been his.

  She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Get a plane and go home and wait for me,” she said. “Or stay and watch. But this isn’t over. I’m staying for the rest of the weekend.”

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  An Extract from

  Cuckolded at the College Reunion 2

  Kim got up and slowly unhooked her bra. She slipped it off and her ripe breasts swung free, the perfect combination of heavy and firm. Her pink nipples were already hard. She added the bra to the growing pile of clothes on the professor’s desk.

  I watched as she bent at the hips, keeping her legs as straight as any stripper, reached back and hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her thighs. It was a practiced move—very practiced. I wondered where she’d learned it. The panties fell around her feet and she stepped out of the wisp of fabric, dropping it atop the pile. And then she stood naked, the sunlight that shone through the cracks in the blind painting stripes of light across her stomach and thighs, making the soft blonde hair between her legs gleam like gold.

  The professor crooked his finger at her and she walked around behind his desk. The professor kicked his chair back so that she could sit on his lap…and, I realized, so that I had a better view.

  Kim sat gingerly down and I could see her gasp as she felt the very obvious bulge in the professor’s pants. She was still playing the role of the nervous student…although she was so obviously lost in lust that it was getting harder and harder to maintain the act.

  The professor put his hands on her waist and turned her so that she was sitting sideways across his legs. He reached up with one hand and cupped a breast and, while he did it, he stared straight at me. He began to rub her nipple in slow circles with his thumb. “Oh, Kim,” he said. “You were always my favorite student.” He put his other hand on her naked back and ran it down her spine until he could cup one of her firm ass cheeks.

  I felt hard wood against my back and realized I’d unconsciously backed up against the door. The sight before me was depraved. My full-breasted, blonde-haired wife, naked in the lap of her tutor—her master—a man twenty years older than her. His hands running over her body, teasing her to gasping arousal right in front of me. It was so wrong…and yet my cock was rock hard in my pants.

  “Let’s see if you’ve changed,” said Roycefield. He roughly shoved his hand between her thighs like a blade, opening her legs just a little. “Same soft skin,” he said, rubbing her there. Kim gasped, closing her eyes. “I never got to see this pretty little pussy while you were at college….” He ran his fingers up and down the soft little triangle of hair Kim kept above her waxed lips. “I bet the men all like that, don’t they, you little whore? They wonder if the carpet matches the drapes and they must be oh-so pleased when it does.”

  I saw Kim squirm as he called her a whore. “Bastard,” she whispered, barely loud enough to hear. It sounded just as throaty and full of lust as when she used the word with Brad.

  “Oh, I’m a bastard, am I? Let’s see if that’s what you really think.” And he pushed his hand deeper between her thighs. I saw one finger extend. A second later, Kim’s eyes flew open and she gasped again as it pushed inside her.

  “Just as I thought,” said Roycefield. “Wet as a morning meadow.” His voice grew low. “You love this, don’t you, you little slut? You love it when a real man takes control.”

  Kim swallowed. “I—I—”

  The professor smirked and I saw his wrist twist. I imagined his finger, deep inside her, sliding over her slickened walls.

  “Ah!” panted Kim. “Y—Yes! I love it, professor,” she said in a rush.

  The professor glanced at me. “Come here,” he said.

  I walked towards him. I couldn’t understand why I felt so…powerless. But disobeying him just didn’t feel like an option.

  As I drew closer, I could see every detail. The flush in my wife’s cheeks. Her huge, dilated pupils. The way the professor was squeezing and rubbing at one breast while he probed her with the other. Her nipples were harder than I’d ever seen them, almost trembling, begging to be touched.

  The professor drew his hand from between her thighs and held it up to my face, his finger extended. I could see how it glistened with my wife’s juices. I immediately took a step back.

  “Smell it!” the professor ordered, and I froze. And then, my guts clenching, I stepped forward again and moved my head back towards his hand, until the finger was under my nose. I could smell Kim’s sweet musk, and the scent of it made me even harder…even as the circumstances made the anger glow white-hot inside me.

  “That’s the smell of your wife getting ready for another man,” the professor told me. “That’s her juicing up to take a real man’s cock inside her.”

  I felt a deep shudder run through my body. It was humiliating…but somehow, the humiliation was adding to the sexual tension.

  “Have you been fucking this sorry excuse for a man?” asked the professor. “Have you been opening your legs for him?”

  Kim swallowed. “Y—Yes, professor.”

  The professor shook his head. “That’s not good enough, Kim. Next you’ll be saying that you’re giving yourself to that thug Brad again. You deserve a more mature man. Someone who can give you guidance and discipline you when you’ve done wrong. Which parts of yourself have you given to your husband? Your wet pussy?”

  Kim nodded, her voice tight with lust. “Yes.”

  He put his hand on her chin and ran the tip of his thumb along her lips. His nails were manicured. “Your mouth?”

  “S—Sometimes,” panted Kim against his thumb.

  The professor slid his hand down her neck, over her shoulder and down the length of her back, never breaking contact. I watched until it disappeared from my view, sliding down over her ass. The professor looked carefully into Kim’s eyes. A second later, she jerked and tensed in his lap.

  “Wha
t about here?” asked the professor.

  “Ah! N—No. Never there.” She glanced at me. “I’ve never let him take me there.”

  The professor smiled. “Good girl. But I still need to remind you how to behave. Stand up.”

  Kim stood and I could see her legs trembling.

  “Go and stand in front of my desk,” the professor said.

  She walked around the desk and faced it, her ass towards me.

  “Bend over,” said Roycefield.

  Kim’s eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. I heard her breathing speed up as the sexual heat overtook her. She bent at the waist, her legs straight and the perfect peach of her ass rising into the air. She put her hands on the smooth wood of the desk.

  “Legs apart,” said Roycefield gruffly.

  She slowly stepped her feet apart, spreading them wide. I think she thought he was going to fuck her. Right up until he took out the bamboo cane.

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