A cheating hotwife goes back to school to get her degree. She befriends two male college students, one of which fucks her in her marital bed. Her cuckold husband comes home and catches her being fucked senseless. He discovers another surprise later that day.

College Cuckold Stories: Can’t Find Your Wife? Follow the Sound of the Bouncing Bedsprings.

“Oh, hey guys,” I said to a few of my wife’s college friends, who were sitting in my living room playing my Xbox. “Where’s my wife at?”

A couple of them snickered while Brandon, a chubby frat boy who lived on my block, thumbed towards my bedroom and said with a smirk, “Follow the bedsprings, dude,” which made the other kids snicker. “She’s in your bedroom with Sam.”

Sam was another frat boy. Boyishly charming, Sam was Brandon’s best friend, and taller than me at 6’2″. It wasn’t uncommon to find either him or Brandon here – when my wife decided to go back to school to get her degree, she became pretty tight with them both. She was several years younger than I was, but only a couple of years older than these kids.

I opened the door to the unmistakable sound of my wife screaming “FUCK YEAH! DON’T STOP…YOU’RE SO FUCKING BIG!” What I saw in front of me changed everything, forever. Laying on her back was my beautiful wife, completely naked. Her legs were wrapped around Sam’s ass. He was hovering over her, holding himself up with his arms, sweating down on her, thrusting his hips hard into her petite body.

My wife’s hands were buried in Sam’s short hair, who took his face out of my wife’s tits and looked up at me. He then smiled and gave me the thumbs up, continuing to thrust his thick cock into my wife’s tight, shaved hole. Sam saw my erection grow and winked at me before nodding to the door. I instinctively scurried out of the room and back to the living room, where all eyes were on me.

“Sorry, dude,” Brandon said to me, briefly looking at me before continuing to play my Xbox. “For what it’s worth, he got tails.”

“What does that mean?” I asked him, still in shock about what I walked in on.

“It means I got heads,” he replied, winking at me, “hey, wanna grab me a beer from the fridge while you’re up? Thanks, buddy”.

It was like my place had become a dorm room. I stood there incredulously, still in shock over what I saw in the bedroom. I don’t know how much time passed or how long I was standing there, but Sam came out of the bedroom, sweaty as hell, with a beaming smile on his face, shaking his head as all the guys greeted him with cheers. Sam saw me standing there, and his expression changed like I was a buzzkill. He handed me something wet before grabbing a beer from the fridge, sitting down on my couch, grabbing a console and joining in on the video game. I opened my hand to find Sam’s very large, used condom. Cum was leaking out of the top, and it was warm. I looked over at Sam, who lit up a cigarette in my non-smoking apartment.

“Toss that out for me, will ya, bro?” Sam shouted at me when he saw me staring at his used condom. Everyone looked at me and laughed.

Cocky Jock Handed Me His Big, Filled-Up Condom After Fucking My Girlfriend in My Bed

I looked into my bedroom, the windows fogged up, the scent of sweat and cum evident, my wife was still on her back, passed out with a smile on her face.

I didn’t know what to do. Wake my wife and demand an explanation? Kick Sam’s ass and throw the boys out? I was so angry, jealous and aroused at the same time; I had no idea what to do. Brandon and the boys had no respect for my marriage, my apartment, or my possessions. My wife cheated on me, fucking someone else like she was single, like her exclusivity to me was non-existent. Was Sam that worth it, that she would betray her precious marriage vows? Was I so little of a threat that these kids use my apartment, smoke in it, play my video games, drink my beer and, oh yeah, fuck my wife?

Brandon turned around to look at me and started laughing when his eyes went down to my crotch. I was pitching a tent, and pre-cum was leaking through my trousers. The guys turned around to see what Brandon was laughing at, then joined him, all but Sam, who just stared at me with a look of disgust.

I walked out of my apartment that day out of embarrassment. I knew everyone would hear about this soon. What would my friends think? Will my wife’s friends think I’m a joke? After a few drinks I returned home, the guys were long gone, a mess all across my living room. Empty bags of chips and beer bottles, cigarette butt in beer bottles, my consoles thrown on the floor, tangled. There was mud on the coffee table and our floors, they hadn’t even bothered to remove their shoes. Well, at least Sam did, but only to get naked with my girl.

My wife and I talked after I cleaned up. Surprisingly, we didn’t fight. We embraced, me thinking it was going to be the last time we did, and her because she didn’t want to hurt my feelings. We cuddled and talked about what happened and how. She explained how every guy in college made a move on her, and as turned on as she was by half the guys, she never even entertained the thought of fucking someone else. Most of her time was spent with Sam and Brandon, who she knew from the neighborhood, and got to know better at school. She got wind of a bet they made with each other – which one of the two frat boys would get to fuck her tight pussy. Instead of getting mad, she confronted them about it, surprising them by calling them both hot, cute, confident and assertive. She liked their athleticism, how boyish they were, tougher than I was. She said she often masturbated to both of them multiple times after school. Sam and Brandon flipped a coin to see who would fuck that married pussy. Sam called tails and won.

My cock was ready to burst out of my pants, and she laughed, taking it out and stroking it for me as she went into detail about how good it felt to get fucked by Sam, how his cockiness made her wet, how she begged him to fuck her again. I told her how I was shocked to see this side of her, but in truth, this side of her made me harder than I’d ever been.

“So, Sam won the bet,” I said, her hand playing with my balls.

“Well, that’s debatable, really…,” she replied.

“What do you mean?” I asked, intrigued.

“The bet was to see who gets to fuck my pussy.” She said, smiling. “Tails was my pussy. Heads was my mouth”. She started stroking me faster.

My heart started beating faster. “So…. you’re gonna blow Brandon?”

“No silly,” she answered. “I already took care of him 20 minutes before you came home”.

I shot the biggest load I ever had, right into the air, yelping as some of it landed in my eye.

END