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  "I don't know. My husband…"

  His hand reached down under me and undid my pants expertly. I blinked in surprise. He'd been almost fumbling the last time he did that. Was that just an act he was putting on?

  Then again, I probably should have learned by now to not be surprised by anything Michael pulled in the name of being a player. He was a master at work, after all. In an instant my jeans were pulled down and my bare ass was staring up at him. I still had my pants around my ankles, but my ass and pussy were completely exposed to him. I heard his own pants rattle and then I felt his cock pressing against me.

  And yet in my mind I imagined I was exposed to another man. Someone on the basketball team. One of those muscled studs that I always enjoyed watching on the court. It always seemed unfair when we were watching a game together at home. I got to check out the players the entire time, and meanwhile poor Brian was stuck only getting to see the cheerleaders occasionally when the cameras moved to a brief shot of them.

  Cheerleaders. That had me thinking of Chelsea again. Wondering what it would feel like to have her with me while I was being fucked by multiple guys. I wondered if that was something Michael would be willing to make happen, but those thoughts quickly fled my mind as I felt his cock pressing against me.

  "You like to imagine things. Like to make them up, don't you? Your husband told me all about it."

  Well that was actually a complicated question. Did I like making up role-playing scenarios? Yeah, I did. Only it's not like I got into it because I enjoyed making them up. It was more that I got into it because my husband enjoyed it when I came up with that sort of thing, and so I did it more to indulge him than anything else.

  That felt like an awful lot of nuance for a question where he obviously was expecting more of a one-word answer and not an essay, though, and so I simply gasped out "yes!"

  And with that he slammed inside me. I almost felt the wind knocked out of me as his cock rammed home. As that giant filled me. As he started pounding me. And in my head it wasn't just Michael pounding me. I’d gone into that fantasy world I'd visited so many times with Brian where it was some other guy pounding me. I imagined guys from the basketball team coming up behind me and taking turns. Though hopefully they would use some sort of protection. Fucking Michael was one thing, but fucking an entire team of guys…

  Shit! Just thinking about that was enough to send me over. I pushed my head down, saw stars as I banged my forehead against my desk. And I squeezed my mouth shut. Clenched my teeth. Tried so very hard to keep from screaming. Because screaming is exactly what I wanted to do. It was so incredible.

  And yet somehow I managed to keep it under control as Michael grunted.

  He leaned down close. His arms moved to either side of me as he pounded me. Filled me to the brim. Filled me until I wanted to scream out from the pain of spreading around his cock and adjusting to it. Sure I'd had the experience of that adjustment that first night when Brian was watching, but it was still a hell of a lot of cock to get used to. Especially since this was only the second time I'd fucked Michael.

  "Imagine I'm some random guy from the team fucking you. Imagine we're passing you around. Filling you with our come . Using you.”

  It was mostly a whisper as he kept up his thrusting. As every thrust shoved my desk up against the wall with a loud thud. As I prayed that the person in the office on the other side of that wall was out.

  Fuck did he know exactly what to say. I wouldn't figure him to be a great role player. And yet here he was coming up with something that was setting me on fire almost as much as I figured my fantasies set my husband on fire. If this is what it felt like then I could understand why Brian had moved almost exclusively to having these role-playing sessions while we were fucking!

  I moved my head down against the desk. Concentrated on hanging onto for dear life, on holding onto reality, because there was a world of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. It felt as though my entire body was a raging fire. A maelstrom of emotion that demanded one thing, his cock inside me. I needed it. Desperately. And he gave it to me. Repeatedly.

  I bit my lip. Concentrated on not screaming too loud. Trying to keep things under control. Him banging me so hard that it caused the desk to rattle and books on my bookshelves to almost fall off was one thing, but if I started screaming that would be pretty damn obvious. Especially through my door. No one heard that initial yelp as he took control, as he started using me as his fuck toy, but if people heard the obvious sounds of a woman screaming in pure ecstasy that would definitely bring people around. It would probably get me fired, too.

  And yet it felt so damn good having him fuck me. It was the kind of fucking that overwhelmed a girl. I bit my lip to try and hold back, and if anything that holding back just served to add to my urgent need to come. It was as though bottling in that orgasmic bliss was creating a pressure cooker of pleasure, and my body was about to explode.

  "They’re going to love pounding you. You're so fucking hot, Megan. And married! I know most of the guys on the team have never been with a married chick. So much hotter than one of the cheerleaders!"

  Jesus fuck that was doing it. It was so naughty. The idea that all of those guys would be so filled with lust just from me. It was sending me over the edge and I was hit with an intense orgasm that was in very real danger of causing me to scream loud enough to let the world know what was going on in here. Or at the very least let the entire science building know what was going on.

  I put a hand against my mouth, because now I was screaming. Holding onto my desk for dear life and praying my hand would be enough to keep anyone out in the hall from hearing what was going on. The walls here were decently thick, after all. Still, I was worried. And that worry just added to the overall arousal of the situation. Damn it! This was so fucking hot!

  "You like that, don't you?" Michael said. "Do you like the idea of fucking around on your husband with a bunch of strange guys? You said he created a monster, but he doesn't know what kind of monster he created, does he?"

  That first orgasm had subsided, but no sooner had it stopped than his words sent me over the edge again. Setting off explosions that dwarfed the first one. Oh yeah, he knew how to push my buttons. And he was pushing them in a major way!

  "Tell me what your husband doesn't know," he said.

  "I'm your slut," I said through gritted teeth. He leaned down closer.

  "That's what you were afraid of, isn't it? That he'd unleash a beast?"

  "It too late now," I grunted as he slammed home again. Set off a fresh wave of orgasmic bliss.

  "Are you just my slut?"

  I squeezed my eyes shut. Opened my mouth to scream, and then his hand that was there covering my mouth. Muffling the sound. And a damn good thing, too, because I'd completely lost control. I didn’t care who heard as I came harder than ever before and he grunted one final time before unloading inside me. I collapsed against the desk as he finished, but I was already done, and damn had that been so fucking hot!

  "So you never answered that question," he said as I turned around and tried to catch my breath. I also tried to pull my pants up. It wouldn't do to make a mess on my desk. The university might ask questions about that. Questions I didn't really feel like answering.

  "I'm going to the party with you tonight," I said. "My husband started this, and I'm going to finish it."

  Michael grinned. "That's the answer I was hoping for."

  I reached out and playfully slapped his muscled chest.

  "You mean you knew that's the answer you were going to get when you decided to come over here?"

  He shrugged. "Someone was just telling me I'm a little too arrogant and cocky sometimes. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf and seem humble."

  I laughed. And tried to think what I was going to tell Brian. But I didn't feel too guilty. After all, I’d only be putting him through the same ringer he'd been putting me through for the past month. Turnabout was fair play, and it was going to be so fucking
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  17: The Gang's All Here

  I looked down at the text message to double check that I was at the right place. I looked up at the numbers on the front of the house. Sure enough, they matched.

  The only question was, what the hell was Megan doing at a place like this?

  This place was notorious on campus. Had been notorious for years. It was well known that the top players on the basketball team, usually juniors or seniors, lived here. Like a frat house, only far more exclusive since the requirement for getting into this particular house didn't have anything to do with pledging or streaking naked through campus or any bullshit those idiots in the Greek system pulled to make themselves feel better about paying for their friends. No, the people in this house were members of an exclusive club that had proven they were the best of the best.

  At least they were good enough to get recruited by the program at our school which was usually pretty exclusive even on a bad year, and it was even more so right now when we had a player like Michael King who could very well lead the school to a national championship.

  Again, what the hell was my wife doing at a place like this?

  I thought about all that bullshit she spouted about how she wasn't supposed to fraternize with her students. That seemed like so much bullshit as I stood here. Because if she was in that house, if she was really at a party with Michael King, then that was fraternizing with one of her students in one hell of a major way.

  I saw red. All that time that she used that as an excuse, a screen to hide behind, and now it seemed she was willing to throw all that out after being with Michael one time. One incredibly hot time, but still.

  I wondered if she got this mad when I went behind her back to get Michael some information on her.

  Well, there was nothing for it but to go in there and figure out what the hell was going on. Though I already had a pretty good idea of what Megan was up to.

  My stomach clenched and my cock was hard thinking about what might be going on in there. Visions of Megan on her back surrounded by other men filled my mind. Visions I didn't particularly want or need, but then again it's not like the fantasy of watching her with another guy was something I wanted or needed when it first hit me. It's not like I had a choice about this. And I knew that it was only a matter of time before I went from both loving and hating the idea of Megan with multiple men at the same time to just loving it, with a thin veneer of jealousy to add some spice to the mix.

  And so I went up to the door. The guys standing there gave me a once over, but no one moved to stop me. I wondered if that was because they were letting anyone in, something that didn't seem terribly likely for an exclusive party like the sort of thing that was rumored to happen at this house, or if it was because they'd known to look for me. Maybe even had a picture of me or something. And again, I could only think of one reason why they might already know who I was.

  My stomach clenched again.

  The music from the party had been loud enough to hear from the street. A rhythmic thumping that seemed to go through my entire body as I stepped inside. And damn was it big inside. This place looked like it had been a mansion once upon a time. There were lots of nice old houses like this that had been eaten up by the university as the economy of the local area transitioned from manufacturing to mostly feeding the school.

  To the left was the room where the music was coming from. A room so massive it was like they had their own dance hall here. And there were plenty of people taking advantage of it. Basketball players, a few I recognized from seeing them when I watched games with Megan. Hot girls, also a few I recognized from shots of the cheerleaders.

  I was no slouch when it came to going out and having fun back when I was in college, but damn. I felt like I'd been thrust into a whole different level. This wasn't the kind of party I got invited to when I was younger. Which had me wondering again about how easily I got in.

  I looked out over the dance floor for any sign of my wife or Michael. Of course it would be more difficult to see Megan than Michael. She was short enough that there'd be no making her out in this crowd. Michael, though, was another story. He was tall enough that he’d stand out easily. I figured I'd see him no problem, only he wasn't out there. Which begged the question, where the hell was he? Where the hell was my wife?

  Once more my stomach clenched. I figured I knew the answer to that question. I knew the answer, and I liked it very much even as I didn't like it at all. It was like I was back in the early days of my wife watching fantasy, reliving it, only this time around I was going right to the main event instead of quietly thinking about it, fantasizing about it, getting used to it.

  Fuck! She could be in some room in this house right now with guys surrounding her and pounding her!

  I could text her, but I didn’t. I wanted to find her. Wanted to catch her in the act. Somehow catching her rather than having her inviting me to wherever she was seemed better. I'm not sure why my mind made that fucked up distinction, but there it was.

  I looked around the edges of the dance floor a couple of times to be certain. I got a couple of odd looks from people who realized I was circling rather than going into the mix.

  Whatever. I stood out like a sore thumb anyways. It's not like there were many guys my age, obviously at least five years older than anyone out there on the dance floor, and to top it all off I was in khakis and a polo shirt. That business casual look stood out in sharp contrast to everybody else dressed to the nines as though they were at some exclusive club rather than at a house party.

  Though I suppose it would be accurate to say this was an exclusive club in its own way.

  Megan was nowhere to be found in a kitchen area that had been converted into a bar. A couple of people smiled at me uncertainly, and the guy behind the bar looked up expectantly as though waiting for me to order, but I didn't. No, I wanted to be completely sober for whatever was coming.

  Next I moved into a dining room that looked just as big as everything else in the house. People were milling about here, and it was quieter than the main area where they had music going. Quieter in the sense that I could hear myself think. Not quieter in the sense that it was actually quiet or anything. The noise was still a dull roar, and it was filled with people obviously hoping to get a little action tonight.

  There were lots of hot girls in there, but not the one I was looking for. I desperately needed to know whether or not she was looking to get a little action tonight. I finished the circuit of the lower level and found myself back at the entrance. One of the two guys who let me in looked over and cocked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

  I turned around. The only place left to go was up. A massive staircase ran up from the entry to the second floor. To where the players rooms probably were. Maybe there was another party going on up there? I knew exactly what kind of party I expected to be going on up there. I wasn't sure if I wanted it to be happening, or if I wanted to be proven wrong.

  I sighed. Megan wasn't anywhere to be found downstairs. That could only mean one thing. The special party was upstairs. And so I forced myself to put one foot in front of the other. To take a step up towards destiny.

  I was immediately stopped by an arm that might as well be a steel bar shooting out in front of me.

  "Where do you think you're going, buddy?"

  I turned and blinked. "Excuse me?"

  It was one of the guys standing guard at the door. He looked down at me with a smile that was pleasant enough, but his arm was unyielding.

  "I know somebody up there," I said.

  He laughed. "You might know somebody up there, but you don't get to go up there. That's an invitation-only party."

  Okay then. I suppose that was one question answered. If he knew who the hell I was, if he'd been given my picture or something, then he'd know I was invited to the "party" going on upstairs.

  There was now no doubt in my mind that the "party" starred none other than my wife. I needed to get up there, damn it!<
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  I licked my lips. "What kind of party is going on up there?"

  I don't know why I even asked. I knew the answer. Yet I had to know for sure. I had to hear it from someone other than the voice screaming inside my head.

  "Some hot TA is up there entertaining some of my friends," the guy said.

  I looked him up and down. "So what? You didn't make the cut?"

  The guy certainly looked like he could make the cut. He was muscular. White, but it's not like that was entirely out of the ordinary for this team.

  His eyes narrowed. That might've been the wrong thing to ask him.

  "Underclassmen do guard duty. I’ll get to go to the party in a year or two," he said. His frown turned to a smile. "Besides. Plenty of strange to be had working the door. You could even get some yourself, gramps. Plenty of girls out there who are into older dudes."

  "I'm sure there are," I said, ignoring the “gramps” crack. "But you don't understand. That's my wife up there! She's the pretty TA you're talking about!"

  The guy barked out a laugh. "That's a likely story, buddy. Listen, I let you in here because I felt sorry for you, but if you're going to make trouble…"

  I scowled. He let me in here because he felt sorry for me? What an asshole! An asshole who wasn’t budging. An asshole pulling me towards the door. Shit. The prick was kicking me out! I couldn’t find Megan if I got kicked out!

  "Wait! That really is my wife in there!"

  "Come on buddy," he said. "Even if that is your wife, I have strict orders. Jealous boyfriends aren't allowed up there. I suppose the same goes for jealous husbands. It's the rules."

  I couldn't believe this. Here I was at the sort of campus party that I was sure was only an urban legend until I ran into it. Megan was upstairs and it was all but confirmed that she was the one providing the "entertainment" for the team. And it was something I had to see. I couldn't explain why.

  Not that I could even explain why I wanted to see my wife fucking another man back when that had been the main fantasy. All I knew was I desperately needed to see what my wife was doing. My cock was rock hard. The lizard hindbrain that called the shots when I got really turned on was calling one hell of a shot right now.