Cuckolded at the College Reunion by Victoria Kasari Read Free Book Online Page A

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 noisier 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