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

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--
    “We had to be quick, huh, Kim?” said Brad. “I wasn’t a long fuck. But man, it was a good one. You had your hands planted right there and there and you had your eyes closed, and I kissed your neck as I did you. Remember?”
    Kim nodded quickly, squeezing her thighs together again and again, almost grinding them. And I stood there in silence, glaring at Brad, but my cock was straining. God, the image of him in my head, all muscle and power, pumping his hips into her from behind, her breasts bouncing and shaking as he took her. It was almost as if all three of us were back in the library, a decade ago, sharing the moment. And in reality, I thought angrily, I was probably upstairs at the time like a good little boy, studying away, unaware any of this was happening. And after they were done, Brad probably found me and dumped my books in the pool again.
    Brad suddenly grabbed my wife and pulled her up against the shelves. For a second, I thought he was going to try to talk her into reenacting the story, but he held her facing him, this time. One hand reached up and-- God! His hand was on her breast! His palm cupped the weight of her, lifting gently, and then his thumb went to work, rubbing over her nipple. This time there was enough moonlight coming through the window that I could actually see it stiffen, see the outline begin to stand out through her bra and dress.
    “Stop!” I said, and my voice was a low croak. “Stop it!”
    “I will stop it,” said Brad. He kept fondling her breast. “As soon as Kim tells me to.”
    I looked at Kim. She was staring into Brad’s eyes with a sort of helpless longing, like I’d imagine a drug addict would look at a loaded syringe. When her eyes flicked to me for a second, she barely seemed to see me.
    We all want to be younger. We all want to go back to our youth and have those days over again. I think that was part of it--Brad made her feel like she was in her twenties again, young and free. Whereas I was a reminder that she was in her thirties with a job and a mortgage weighing her down.
    “Do you want me to kiss you again, Kim?” Brad asked her. “Seems like we used to do plenty of that, down here where no one was looking.”
    No! I stared at my wife desperately. Don’t do it! But when she glanced in my direction, her eyes seemed hazy and unfocused. She looked back to Brad and nodded breathlessly.
    Brad pressed closer to her and took possession of her mouth. His lips were hard and demanding, his tongue thrusting between her lips almost before it reached them, but he didn’t have to pressure her. Her lips were flowering open beneath his instantly, and I heard her give a deep moan of submission as her eyes closed. She wanted the kiss at least as much as he did.
    The material of her green dress was stretchy. Stretchy enough that Brad was able to grip the front of it and tug it down almost all the way over one full breast, exposing her bra. Because the dress was backless, Kim was wearing one of those strapless bras that’s really no more than just the cups. Brad yanked it roughly out of the way, dropping it to the floor and, suddenly, my wife’s breast was exposed, right there in the moonlit library. And