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
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