Summary of this Story:
Brad confronts his friend Jordan at Scholar’s Rest about suspecting Kaylee’s affair with Dean Radison. Jordan reveals it’s common at Bellport University for the dean to target wives in their dorm, including his own. Unfazed, Jordan bets Petra is already involved and offers Brad a closet view of Kaylee’s encounter with the dean as a preview. Hiding in the bedroom closet, Brad watches Kaylee primp in strappy lingerie and submit eagerly to the dean’s massive cock while Jordan watches from a corner stool, leaving Brad stunned by the raw display and the bet’s implications for his marriage.
Why this story will hook you:
Dude, you gotta hear this—Brad’s crammed in that closet, dresses brushing his face, catching every wet slurp as Kaylee drops to her knees and throats the dean’s horse-hung beast right in front of Jordan on his little corner stool. That mix of Brad’s gut-punch horror watching his buddy’s wife turn total slut, while dreading if Petra’s next on the dean’s list, had me glued, stroking in the dark just like him.
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Scholar’s Rest was a cozy little dive bar that had been a staple at Bellport University for nearly a century. It was where wiped-out students could grab a Budweiser or a hot burger and unwind from the grind of classes and lecture halls.
Today Brad had another reason for hitting Scholar’s Rest. One he’d been stewing over for days but hadn’t had the guts to confront until now.
Jordan sat in a booth nursing a tall pint he’d clearly been sipping on for a while. Brad crossed the dimly lit bar and slid into the booth across from him.
“Heya, Brad,” Jordan managed. His mind was clearly elsewhere.
Jordan and his wife Kaylee were another couple on campus. They lived in the same dorm as Brad and Petra. They were in their second year. The two couples had hit it off quick. They’d shared dinners and brews a bunch of times.
Unfortunately, Brad had uncovered a truth about his buddy’s marriage that he couldn’t ignore anymore.
“Jordan, we need to talk,” Brad said. His voice was low. He wasn’t sure how to drop the bomb.
“Oh?” Jordan looked up from his beer. “Everything cool, man?”
Brad shook his head. “I don’t think so. It’s about Kaylee.”
“Kaylee? She okay?” Jordan jolted and started to stand.
Brad put a hand on his friend’s arm and nodded. “Yeah, but there’s something I gotta tell you.”
Jordan eased back into his seat and eyed Brad.
Not knowing the right way to break something like this, Brad just blurted out the thought that had been eating at him all week.
“I think she’s cheating on you, man.”
Jordan tilted his head. “Kaylee? What makes you think that?”
Brad took a deep breath. “I swung by the dean’s office this week. Had to meet with him about something.”
Brad didn’t want to spill that the dean had been making him work with the grounds crew to make up for busting the campus honor code. Jordan didn’t need to know why he was there. Just what he’d seen.
“And?” Jordan prompted, leaning in.
“Well, while I was waiting, I saw Kaylee come out of the dean’s office. Her hair was messed up, and she reeked of sex. Man, I don’t know how to say it. I think your wife might be banging the dean for better grades.”
Jordan raised his glass and chugged a huge swig of the amber brew. When he set it down, he just locked eyes with Brad and shrugged.
“Welcome to Bellport, man.”
“W-wait, what?” Brad’s jaw dropped. “What do you mean? Welcome to Bellport?”
Jordan laughed. “That kinda shit’s pretty normal around here. Girls hooking up with faculty. It’s like a rite of passage. The dean’s the worst offender. He handpicks the women he wants to screw with. Once he sets his sights on your girl, it’s just a matter of time.”
Brad shook his head. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What do you mean picks?”
Jordan drummed his fingers on his glass. “You live in our dorm. You had to meet with the dean first, right?”
Brad nodded. They’d had to get interviewed to live on campus. The dean had grilled them before they moved in.
“Yeah, but I don’t see what that has to do with Kaylee.”
“That’s how he picks ’em,” Jordan leaned back in the booth. “You didn’t think it was weird our dorm’s full of hot young couples? The dean likes keeping his playthings close so he can mess with ’em whenever he wants.”
It was starting to hit Brad that nothing in his bombshell had caught Jordan off guard.
“So you’re saying you know your wife’s fucking the dean?” Brad asked, eyes wide.
“Of course, man,” Jordan laughed. “What am I supposed to do about it? The guy’s a fucking beast. Hung like a horse and knows every button to push. Kaylee might be my wife, but she’s been his slut since the second she laid eyes on that monster dick.”
“And you’re just cool with it?” Brad couldn’t wrap his head around why they weren’t divorced.
“What choice do I got?” Jordan laughed. “I love her, and honestly, it’s kinda hot.”
“You’ve watched them?” Brad couldn’t believe his ears.
“It’s called cuckolding,” Jordan whispered. “When guys watch other dudes fuck their wives. It’s kinda hot.”
Brad sat there stunned. This wasn’t going at all like he’d pictured.
“You’re judging me right now,” Jordan chuckled. “But you’ll see soon enough. If the dean hasn’t nailed Petra yet, he will. He’s banging every wife in our dorm. It’s only a matter of time before she gets curious. Women talk, man, you know that.”
“Not my Petra,” Brad shot back quick. “She’s no slut.”
Jordan laughed. “I thought the same about Kaylee at first. Now I know better. Tell you what. I bet you your fine wife that the dean’s already been balls-deep in her. If I’m right, I get your wife for a night. If I’m wrong, you get Kaylee for a night.”
Brad sat in stunned silence as his once-shy buddy put his wife on the line for a straight-up bet. What the hell was Jordan thinking? Was he that sure?
Brad ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t take the bet. Not ’cause he thought he’d lose. But even if he won, how could he follow through? That’d be cheating on Petra. And that was off the table. She’d never forgive him.
“Jordan, your wife might be a little wild, but you got Petra all wrong. I can’t take that bet.”
“If you’re that sure, take it, man. What could it hurt? You can’t lose, right?” Jordan grinned. “Tell you what, I’ll sweeten it. You take the bet, and I’ll let you get a preview of your prize.”
Preview? Of what? Brad wondered. Kaylee?
The thought was tempting. Kaylee was a knockout. Where Petra was tall and leggy, Kaylee was short, stacked, and curvy. Her blonde hair and blue eyes gave her this wicked-sweet vibe that made you wonder what she’d be like in the sack.
Brad couldn’t just say no. Curiosity was winning out.
“What do you mean, preview?” Brad asked.
Jordan took a long pull from his Bud. “The dean’s coming over tonight. If you get to our place early, you can hide in the closet and watch. Get a taste of how wild Kaylee really gets.”
Brad’s heart skipped. Hiding in the closet like some creep. No way he could do that, right?
His brain screamed no. But he had to know the truth about the dean. He couldn’t just buy Jordan’s story. If the dean was really seducing married wives, he needed to know what kinda threat Petra faced.
Plus, he couldn’t deny wanting to see Kaylee naked.
“What time?” Brad asked. His heart hammered like a jackhammer.
“5:00 p.m.,” Jordan said. “Gotta be in place before Kaylee gets back from class. Can’t let the dean know you’re there.”
“Deal,” Brad replied. He was already cooking up excuses for Petra about his sudden no-show.
“Oh, and one more thing.” Jordan stood from the booth. “No telling Petra about the bet, or it’s off. Got it?”
Brad nodded. No way he’d risk spilling that anyway. Explaining to his classy, straight-laced wife that he’d bet her body to their buddy’s husband? Yeah, no.
“Deal. See you at 5:00.”
A Tense Wait
***
Brad’s day dragged like molasses as he killed time till 5:00 p.m. It felt like Christmas and the Super Bowl rolled into one wild mix.
Was Jordan yanking his chain? Or was Bellport way shadier than he’d thought?
Brad couldn’t picture the super-respected Dean Radison as the sex fiend Jordan painted him as. But he couldn’t explain his buddy’s vibe if it wasn’t real. Why spin such a crazy lie?
Maybe he knew about Kaylee’s cheating and was embarrassed. It’d explain why he’d jumped to pin it on Petra too. Make his own wife’s hooking up seem less nuts if it was just campus normal.
Petra. Just thinking of his wife made Brad’s pulse race. The idea of her even glancing at the old dean was ridiculous.
Petra could have any guy she wanted. She brushed off dudes trying to buy her drinks all the time. Brad loved bragging about it. Strutting arm-in-arm out of the bar, leaving those losers in the dust, then taking her home for killer sex.
Getting hit on always revved Petra up. If anything, Brad figured she got off on turning down those hopeful chumps. Petra loved that power rush.
It was one of the big reasons he knew Jordan was full of it about his wife. Petra would never cave that easy.
Plus, if she was stepping out, he’d have noticed. She barely had time anyway. Between classes and hanging with him, she was slammed.
Still, Brad had to admit they hadn’t been intimate much lately. Petra was always beat. Rushing home from class. Jumping in the shower. Crashing straight to bed. Often skipping dinner.
If anything, he was worried she was burning out.
By 4:45 p.m., Brad was sprinting across campus to hit Jordan’s place before the action kicked off. Petra thought he was grinding extra study sessions for an exam. Better she figure he was hitting the books than spying on their friend’s side action.
He knocked on Jordan’s door five minutes early, breathing hard.
The door swung open. “Someone’s eager,” Jordan laughed, eyeing Brad’s winded state.
“Just wanna see if you’re bullshitting me,” Brad panted.
“Or eager to see my hot wife naked.” Jordan raised an eyebrow.
Brad swallowed. “Won’t be the worst part of my day.”
Jordan laughed. “We’ll see.”
Something in his tone creeped Brad out. But despite the knot in his gut, he couldn’t back out now.
“Come on. Better get you stashed before Kaylee gets home.”
Jordan led him through the apartment to the bedroom. Laid out on the bed’s edge was a strappy black lingerie set. High heels sat in front, against the bed.
“What’s all this?” Brad asked. He pictured smoking-hot Kaylee in next to nothing, strutting in those heels.
“She lays out her outfit before class. Thinks I like picturing what it’ll be like when the dean shows.”
The passive vibe in Jordan’s words floored Brad. Not only did Kaylee bang the dean. She rubbed it in her husband’s face. Teased him with her picks every date night.
Jordan slid open the closet door. “In here. Duck behind her dresses. Keep dead quiet. You don’t want them spotting you. You’re not on the guest list.”
Brad parted the dresses and crouched in the closet. He sat against the wall, arms hugging his knees tight as the door shut.
Felt weird hiding in his buddy’s wife’s clothes. But no time to dwell—the front door banged open.
“I’m home,” Kaylee called in her usual perky voice. “Sorry I’m late, babe, but I gotta shower quick. Dean’s due any second.”
Jordan met her at the bedroom door with a kiss. She flashed an apologetic grin. “Sorry, babe, you’ll have to wait till after. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.”
The defeated look on Jordan’s face burned into Brad’s brain as Kaylee swept into the bedroom. She grabbed her outfit and hit the shower.
The Show Begins
The next half hour was brutal as Jordan hung around the apartment and Kaylee got ready for her “date.” Tough not to wonder what was going down in the bathroom with the shower running, then the hair dryer.
Clear his buddy’s wife was going all out to primp for the dean.
At six sharp, a firm knock echoed through the place. Brad’s heart pounded harder from his closet hideout.
The door opened. Brad couldn’t catch the words. But soon Jordan showed in the doorway. Dean Radison loomed behind him.
It’s real, Brad thought, staring at the sleazy grin on the dean’s face. Pure predator, knowing he was about to score.
“Where’s your chair?” the dean asked, scanning the room.
Brad held his breath. Last thing he needed—getting busted. If the dean nailed him for underage drinking, hiding in Kaylee’s closet would tank his whole enrollment.
“Didn’t wanna assume,” Jordan mumbled, eyes down. Avoiding the dean’s stare.
“Corner.” The dean pointed. “Where cucks sit.”
“Yes, sir.” Jordan bolted to grab a stool from the kitchen.
“Make it quick. I hate waiting.”
“No, sir,” Jordan stammered, rushing past. He planted the stool in the corner and sat.
“Good boy,” the dean smirked. His gaze flicked to the bathroom. “How’s she look in the new getup? I picked it.”
“Don’t know, sir,” Jordan admitted. “She hasn’t shown me yet.”
The dean’s grin spread. “Then we’ll check it out together.”
“Yes, sir,” Jordan said. His hands fidgeted in his lap.
Took Brad a sec to clock why it looked off. Jordan was rock-hard. Turned on by his own humiliation?
The whole scene hit Brad with horror and heat at once. Maybe Jordan felt the same rush.
The bathroom door swung open. Brad nearly kicked the closet door.
Kaylee stood there in the sluttiest lingerie imaginable. Straps on the bed were one thing. On her curves, it was obscene.
Like a bodysuit of pure straps. Underwire cupped under her huge tits, held by one vertical strap over each nipple. They climbed to a choker around her neck. More crisscrossed her belly, dipping to a tiny G-string barely hiding her pussy.
The sides rode high on her curvy hips. She swayed into the room on sky-high heels.
With her blown-out blonde hair and blue eyes, Kaylee looked like a total goddess.
Brad gawked. Jordan perched on his stool in the corner. Watching his barely-dressed wife strut up to the university dean, who leered from their bedroom.
“What do you think?” Kaylee asked, batting her eyes as she mashed her massive, strap-covered tits against the dean’s chest.
“Worth every penny, right, Jordan?” The dean eyed Jordan on his stool.
“Yes, sir,” Jordan said. Total beta hubby as the dean grabbed Kaylee’s ass with both hands.
“All this for me?” The dean asked, groping her curves.
“Yes,” Kaylee purred. “Wanna make you happy.”
The dean steered her back and undid his belt. “We both know how. Wrap those hot lips around my cock while hubby’s watching.”
Kaylee could be feisty—Brad had seen it. But she dropped to her knees like a pro, unbuckling his belt.
Brad watched, mesmerized, as Jordan sat quiet in the corner. His wife freeing the dean’s belt, then zipper.
No clue why Jordan let him see this. Brad was horned up and grossed out. Jordan powerless to stop it.
Kaylee was all in. No backing down.
Dean’s pants pooled at his ankles. Kaylee hooked her thumbs in his black satin boxers.
One yank, and they dropped—snagging on his thickening shaft first.
Brad’s eyes locked on the fat cock that sprang out, slapping Kaylee’s cheek.
That smack hit Brad deep. Kaylee too—but her eyes lit up, lips curling in a hungry grin. A low moan filled the room.
Biggest dick Brad had ever seen. Not even fully hard—nine, ten inches easy.
As Kaylee took the fat head in her mouth, it swelled. Hardening fast.
“Jesus,” Brad whispered, barely a breath.
He’d gotten laid plenty. But never watched like this. Never seen a woman devour cock with such raw hunger.
Kaylee was lost in it. Worshipping the beast with everything she had.
“Look at her go,” the dean chuckled as Kaylee bobbed on his thickening shaft. “See that, Jordan?”
Brad followed the dean’s glance. Kaylee stroked the dean’s meat with one hand, the other frantically rubbing her clit. Grinding her thong into her wet slit, fueling her fire.
“I see,” Jordan admitted reluctantly. “What can I say? Your cock turns my wife into a total slut.”
The dean roared laughing. “Nah, she was always a naughty bitch. Just needed my dick to admit she couldn’t live without it. Right, Kaylee?”
“No, sir,” Kaylee giggled, gripping the shaft and spitting on it. Precum and spit made slick lube she worked in where her lips couldn’t reach.
She turned to Jordan. “You know I love you, babe. Sometimes I just need a huge cock.”
Jordan shrank a bit. “And by sometimes, every week. Some weeks twice.”
Kaylee milked the monster, fluttering her lashes at him. “You don’t mind, right, babe?”
Brad willed Jordan to push back. But he just shrugged. “Wanna keep you happy,” he mumbled.
“Oh, I am,” Kaylee cooed as the dean tugged her bra straps.
Straps barely covered her tits. He yanked ’em aside, letting her big jugs spill into his palms.
No longer a bra—more like sexy rope bondage Brad had seen online. But way hotter.
Seeing his buddy’s wife’s tits bounce free made Brad’s dick throb. Hidden, he unzipped and pulled his cock out.
He stroked as the dean mauled Kaylee’s tits.
Brad felt a twinge of envy. He’d always thought Kaylee was fire. She’d flirted light with him, nothing more.
Turns out, pack a horse cock, and she was yours to wreck.
Brad pumped faster. Dean’s thick rod stuffed Kaylee’s mouth. She moaned around it. Jordan watched from the corner stool. No one spotted the closet. Brad stayed hidden, dead silent. The scene had him hooked.
Brad’s strokes quickened with the rhythm of Kaylee’s bobs, his shock melting into a haze of forbidden thrill. But as the dean’s grunts grew louder and Kaylee’s moans echoed, reality crashed back—thoughts of Petra flooded his mind, twisting the heat into dread. He zipped up just in time, heart pounding, as the bedroom door stayed shut on his secret. Slipping out later under cover of noise, he raced home, the bet’s weight heavier than ever, vowing silently to protect what was his—no matter the cost. The night ended with Petra asleep beside him, oblivious, their bond intact for now.
