Cuckolded at the College Reunion by Victoria Kasari

then his hand was on it, his palm dragging back and forth over her nipple, and she groaned.
    This was too much. I could feel my cock stiffening again against my thigh, but I couldn’t let this go on. I started forward, my hands lifting to grab Brad’s shoulder and pull him away.
    Without looking round, he straight-armed me in the chest with his free hand. Unprepared, I went staggering backward, almost falling.
    Brad lifted his lips from my wife’s for a second. “Fuck off, Louis. Go back to your dorm room and wait, if you don’t want to play. I’ll get her back to you later.”
    My head spun. Play?! Was this what this was to him—a game? Get her back to me later? After he fucked her? That was clearly his intention. But Kim wouldn’t let it go that far...would she? I stared at them. Brad had pushed forward between her legs, now, one hand fondling her breast as he kissed her deeply. He was grinding his groin against hers and she was starting to moan.
    Suddenly, just as I thought he was going to grind her all the way to another orgasm, he broke the kiss and stepped back. I didn’t miss the soft moan of disappointment my wife gave.
    “Come on,” said Brad, pulling the front of her dress up to cover her breast. “Plenty more stops to go.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    At first, I couldn’t understand why he’d stopped so abruptly when Kim had so obviously wanted him to continue. But when I saw how she followed him eagerly out of the library, actually hurrying to catch him as he walked out the door, I got it. He’d taken her to the edge and left her there, frustrated, and now she was putty in his hands.
    This time as we walked, Brad had his arm around my wife’s waist. Anyone seeing us walking across the campus would have assumed that they were the married couple and I was a hanger-on.
    And I couldn’t deny that, together, they made a better-looking couple than she and I had. Whereas we were almost the same height, he was nearly a head taller than her. Whereas I was slender for a guy, he had the footballer’s build that complemented her graceful, sexy body. And whereas I often felt outclassed by her beauty, he was--I had to admit--good looking enough to match her. They looked like a couple of models as they strolled along together.
    The next stop was the English department. Brad led us along darkened corridors until we stopped in front of a polished oak door--one of the professor’s offices.
    “Professor Hastings,” read Brad. “I guess he’s new. Back in our day, this was Professor Roycefield. Do you remember Roycefield, Kim?”
    Kim flushed and squirmed.
    “See, Kim saw Roycefield giving her the eye during lectures. He was...what, in his forties, in those days?”
    “Shut up, Brad,” said Kim weakly.
    “But he should know, Kim.” Brad smiled at me. “You must have heard the stories about college lecturers and female students. What happens when some hot, female student is flunking the course.”
    My jaw dropped. “He pressured you to sleep with him? To boost your grades?” I felt sick.
    Brad laughed and shook his head. “Oh, Louis. You really don’t know her at all, do you? But you know how smart she is. It was in our final year. She could have passed Roycefield’s class with her pretty little eyes closed.” He paused for effect. “Could have. But didn’t.”
    I stared at my wife. “You deliberately did bad work? So that he’d— ”
    Kim squirmed again. “It was a game,” she whispered. “A sex game I played with Professor Roycefield.”
    Brad threw back his head and laughed. “Roycefield loved it. He’d get some essay from her, full of mistakes, and he knew that meant he’d be getting a visit from her.” He leaned close to me. “So he could discipline her. And she could try to boost her grades with an oral exam.”
    I shook my head slowly. Why would she deliberately put herself in that situation? I could sort of understand her attraction to Brad, but a man twice her