Free Cuckolded at the College Reunion by Victoria Kasari

backfired on me. This was all my fault.
    And then it got even worse.
    “Turns out,” said Brad, “Louis here likes to watch. He likes to watch while a real man takes care of his wife.”
    Antonio’s eyes opened wide--he looked as shocked as I probably had when Brad had first said it. But Greg’s reaction was very different. His eyes narrowed and he smirked. “Does he, now? Well, shit. That makes a lotta sense.” He turned to Brad. “I knew a guy like that. He was all eager to have his wife fuck a black guy, in front of him. ‘Cept, once she got a taste of my cock, she didn’t want her hubby anymore.” He leaned close to me, emphasizing every word. “I...fucked...her...but good. I even did that lily-white ass of hers. Did her right in my recording studio, with him on the other side of the glass, beggin’ and moanin’ me to stop, while she was beggin’ and moanin’ me for more.” He laughed. “Christ, I even knocked her up.” He turned to Brad. “You goin’ to do that with Kim?”
    My jaw was hanging open. He had to be making all that up. He couldn’t really have got some poor guy’s wife pregnant, could he? I looked up at his huge, muscled body. And, unbidden, an image swam into my mind of Kim on her hands and knees, this black brute thrusting into her from behind. Black guys were meant to be hung...was that true? God, maybe he was even bigger than Brad. Maybe he’d stretch her. I wanted to be sick. And yet I’d never been more turned on in my life.
    “Nah,” said Brad. “I don’t think we need to go that far.” Then he muttered something under his breath that I couldn’t hear, and Antonio and Greg both laughed. What? What did he say?!
    I shook my head. “No! I don’t want this!”
    Greg laughed. “Yeah, the guy I knew said the same damn thing, over and over. But his cock was hard the whole time.” He looked down at my groin. “Same thing here.”
    I shook my head, but I could feel my cock tenting my pants. “Please!” I begged.
    Brad clapped me on the shoulder. “Look at her,” he told me. And he pointed to where Kim danced, surrounded by guys. Rick was still kissing her and, as I watched, his hands lifted slowly to her breasts. My wife gave a soft moan as his hands began to squeeze and rub. Another guy was dancing behind her, rubbing his groin against her ass. “See, Kim likes to have fun. We had plenty of fun with her at college, and it seems like she wants another taste of it this weekend. So why don’t we get you a beer,”--he grabbed a bottle of beer and pushed it into my slack hand--”and you sit back and enjoy the show?”
    “Yeah,” said Greg. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “See, I never got a piece of her myself, back in college. A few guys did, but not me. But man, I always wanted to. So I’m going to work that sweet white ass tonight, Louis. Give it another half hour and she’ll be naked, right in the middle of us all. Then it’ll be one of us, fucking her on the couch. Then two of us, on the floor. Then...did you ever see a woman with three guys in her?”
    I shook my head to shut out the image. No! Not Kim! Not my sweet Kim!
    Greg slapped my back. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll get her back tomorrow.”
    Brad whispered in my other ear. “But she might be...different.”
    “Wet,” said Antonio, leaning in, his eyes gleaming.
    “Stretched,” said Greg.
    “ Used,” said Brad. “Not sure she’ll still want you and your little dick, but...well, that’s not our fault.”
    “ STOP!” I gasped. “I--I’ll do anything,” I said weakly. “Please! I’ll give you money!”
    Brad frowned, mock-offended. “We don’t want your money. Do we want his money, guys?” The other two shook their heads. “See, I make pretty good money from my company, Louis. Oh, I know it might not be as high-flyin’ as your job, but I bet I make more. And Antonio, here, he damn near runs one of the biggest prisons around. And Greg--well, he’s a big-shot record