Bellport Hotwives

Bellport Hotwives Pt. 2 - Hotwife On Campus

Thanks for all the positive feedback on Part 1. I'm glad you're enjoying the series. I'll have more Saving My Daughter soon. Hope you enjoy this new piece. If the name wasn't sufficient warning, it's a cuckold and hotwife story.

💋Mona

Scholar's Rest was a quaint little pub that had been a fixture of Bellport University for almost a century. It was where tired students could grab a drink or a hot meal and relax away from the exacting pressure of the classrooms and lecture theaters. Today Brad had another reason for coming to Scholar's Rest, one he'd been agonizing over for several days but hadn't had the stomach to face until now.

Jordan sat in a booth nursing a tall pint that he'd clearly been working on for some time. Brad crossed the quaint pub and slid into the booth opposite him.

"Heya, Brad," Jordan managed, his mind clearly occupied with other things.

Jordan and his wife Kayleen were another couple on campus. They lived in the same building as Brad and Petra and were in their second year. The two couples had struck up a fast friendship and had shared dinner and drinks a number of times. Unfortunately, Brad had uncovered a truth about his friend's marriage that he couldn't sit on any longer.

"Jordan, we need to talk," Brad said, his voice soft, unsure of just how to break the news.

"Oh?" Jordan looked up from his drink. "Everything ok, man?"

Brad shook his head. "I don't think so. It's about Kayleen."

"Kayleen? Is she ok?" Jordan startled and started to rise.

Brad placed his hand on his friend's arm and nodded. "Yes, but there's something I need to tell you."

Jordan slid back into his seat and eyed Brad. Not knowing what the right social protocol for such an admission was, Brad just launched into the thought that had been occupying his mind all week.

"I think she's cheating on you, man."

Jordan cocked his head to the side. "Kayleen? What makes you say that?"

Brad took a deep breath. "I called by the Dean's office this week. I had to meet with him about something." Brad didn't want to give away the fact that the Dean had been forcing him to work with the groundskeepers to atone for breaking the campus's honor code. It wasn't necessary for Jordan to know why he was there, just what he'd seen.

"And?" Jordan prompted expectantly.

"Well, while I was waiting, I saw Kayleen come out of the Dean's office. Her hair was a mess, and she stank of sex. Man, I don't know what to tell you. I think your wife might be sleeping with the Dean for better grades."

Jordan raised his glass and took a massive slug of the amber liquid. When he set it down, he just looked Brad in the eye and shrugged.

"Welcome to Bellport, man."

"W-wait, what?" Brad's jaw drooped. "What do you mean? Welcome to Bellport?"

Jordan laughed. "That kind of thing is pretty normal here. Girls fucking with the faculty. It's almost like some kind of rite of passage. The Dean's the biggest offender. He handpicks the women he wants to play with. Once he's got his eye on your woman, it's only a matter of time."

Brad shook his head. He couldn't believe his ears. "What do you mean picks?"

Jordan drummed his fingers on the glass before him. "You live in our building. You had to meet with the Dean first, right?"

Brad nodded. They'd had to be interviewed to be able to live on campus. The Dean had interviewed them before they'd moved in.

"Yes, but I don't see what that has to do with Kayleen."

"That's how he chooses," Jordan leaned back in the booth. "You didn't think it was strange that our building only has hot young couples in it? The Dean likes to keep his toys close so he can play with them when he wishes."

It was starting to dawn on Brad that no part of his announcement took Jordan by surprise.

"So you're saying you know your wife is fucking the Dean?" Brad asked, his eyes wide.

"Of course, man," Jordan laughed. "What am I supposed to do about it? The man's a fucking animal. Built like a horse and knows exactly what buttons to press. Kayleen might be my wife, but she's been a slut for him since the moment she saw his mammoth cock."

"And you're just ok with it?" Brad couldn't understand why they weren't already divorced.

"What choice do I have?" Jordan laughed. "I love her, and to be honest, it's kind of hot."

"You've watched them?" Brad couldn't believe his ears.

"It's called cuckolding," Jordan whispered. "When men watch other men fuck their wives. It's kind of hot."

Brad sat there in shock. This was not going how he'd expected.

"You're judging me right now," Jordan chuckled. "But you'll soon see. If the Dean hasn't had Petra yet, he soon will. He's fucking every wife in our building. It's only a matter of time before she gets curious. Women talk, man, you know that."

"Not my Petra," Brad answered quickly. "She's no slut."

Jordan laughed. "I thought the same thing about Kayleen, too. Now I know better. Tell you what. I bet you your hot-ass wife that the Dean's already been inside her. If I'm right, I get your wife for a night. If I'm wrong, you get Kayleen for a night."

Brad sat in stunned amazement as his previously demure friend offered his wife up in exchange for a simple wager. What was Jordan thinking? Was he really so confident?

Brad ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't possibly accept, not because he thought he might lose, but even if he won, how was he supposed to carry through? That would be cheating on Petra, and that was unthinkable. She'd never forgive him.

"Jordan, your wife might be a little wild, but you've got Petra all wrong. I couldn't accept."

"If you're that confident, take the bet, man. What harm could it do? You can't lose, right?" Jordan grinned. "Tell you what, I'll sweeten the deal. You take the bet, and I'll let you get a preview of what you'll win."

Preview? Of what? Brad thought. Kayleen? The idea was appealing. Kayleen was a stunner in her own right. Where Petra was tall and leggy, Kayleen was short, buxom, and curvy. Her blonde hair and blue eyes lent her a devilishly sweet charm that made you wonder what she might be like behind closed doors.

Brad couldn't just say no. His curiosity was starting to get the better of him.

"What do you mean, preview?" Brad asked.

Jordan took a long swig of his beer. "The Dean's coming over tonight. If you get to our place early, you could hide in the closet and watch. Get a feel for just how wild Kayleen is."

Brad's heart skipped a beat. Hiding in the closet like a perv. He couldn't possibly do that, could he? His head told him not to, but he wanted to know the truth about the Dean. He couldn't just take Jordan's word for it. If the Dean really was seducing married wives, he needed to know what sort of danger Petra might be in. He also couldn't help but be curious about what Kayleen might look like naked.

"What time?" Brad asked, his heart beating like a jackhammer in his chest.

"5:00 p.m." Jordan answered. "You've got to be in place before Kayleen gets back from class. Can't have the Dean knowing you're there."

"Done," Brad replied, already thinking of excuses he'd give Petra for his unexpected absence.

"Oh, and one more thing." Jordan rose from the booth. "No telling Petra about the bet, or it's off. Understood?"

Brad nodded. There wasn't a chance he'd have risked telling her anyway. Trying to explain to his upper-class, prim and proper wife that he'd just bet her with their friend's husband wasn't something he figured he could explain.

"Done. See you at 5:00."

***

Brad's day seemed to crawl by as he waited for 5:00 p.m. to come around. It felt like Christmas and April Fools all rolled into one. Had Jordan been pulling his leg, or were things at Bellport far different from what he had believed? Brad couldn't imagine the very respected Dean Radison was the sexual degenerate that Jordan had portrayed him as, but Brad also couldn't explain his friend's behavior if it wasn't true. Why go to such an elaborate length to spin such an outrageous lie? Perhaps he knew about Kayleen's behavior and was ashamed. It would explain why he'd been so quick to accuse Petra of the same. It would make his own wife's infidelity less outrageous if it were simply the norm on campus.

Petra. Just the thought of his wife made Brad's heart skip a beat. The thought that she'd give the aging Dean a second thought was simply ludicrous. Petra could have any man she pleased and frequently batted away the clumsy advances of men who wanted to buy her drinks. It was a point of pride for Brad that so many men found his wife attractive. He enjoyed lording her over others, walking arm in arm out of the bar, leaving would-be drink-buyers in their wake as he took her home for a night of incredible sex. Being flirted with always seemed to get Petra hot and bothered. If anything, Brad believed she got off on saying no to those hopeful idiots. Petra had always loved a good power trip. It was one of the many reasons he knew Jordan was wrong about his wife. Petra would never give in so easily.

Besides, if she was being unfaithful, surely Brad would have noticed. Besides, she didn't even have time for other men. Between all her classes and spending time with Brad, she could barely manage as it was. Still, Brad couldn't help but admit they hadn't been intimate as much lately. Petra was often tired, coming home in a rush from class, showering, and going straight to bed, often without dinner. If anything, Brad was worried she was working a little too hard.

By the time 4:45 p.m. rolled around, Brad was legging it across campus to get home in time to reach Jordan's apartment before the show started. Petra believed he was cramming some extra tutoring in for an upcoming exam. Best that she thought he was being studious rather than perving on their married friend's extramarital affairs.

By the time he reached Jordan's door and knocked, he was five minutes early. The door swung inward.

"Someone's keen," Jordan laughed as he saw Brad a little out of breath.

"Just keen to see if you're messing with me," Brad panted.

"Or keen to see my hot wife naked." Jordan raised an eyebrow.

Brad swallowed. "It won't be the worst thing that's happened to me today."

Jordan laughed. "We'll see."

Something in his answer unsettled Brad, but in spite of the growing unease in his stomach, he couldn't pull out now.

"Come on then, we better get you inside before Kayleen gets home."

Jordan led the way through the apartment into the bedroom. Laid out on the end of the bed was a strappy black lingerie set. In front of it, against the bed, were a set of high heels.

"What's all this?" Brad asked, imagining the stunning Kayleen with as little clothing as the outfit represented, strutting around the room in heels.

"She likes to lay out her outfit before she leaves for class. I think she likes to make me imagine what it's going to be like when the Dean shows up."

There was a level of passive submission in Jordan's response that stunned Brad. Not only did Kayleen put out for the Dean, but she actually rubbed it in her husband's face, teasing him with her selections each time she had a date.

Jordan made his way to the closet and slid the door open. "In here. Hide behind her dresses. Try not to make too much noise. You do not want them catching you. You've not been invited."

Brad pulled the dresses to one side and hunched down into the cupboard. He had to sit against the wall, his arms wrapped around his knees to pull them tight as the door shut. He felt a little strange hiding among his friend's wife's dresses, but he didn't have much time to think about it as the apartment door swung open.

"I'm home," Kayleen announced in her usually bubbly voice. "Sorry I'm late, baby, but I'm going to have to hit the shower. The Dean will be here any minute."

Jordan met her in the doorway to the bedroom with a kiss before she flashed him an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, baby, but you're going to have to wait till after. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you."

The look of resignation on Jordan's face in that moment stuck with Brad as Kayleen swept into the bedroom, scooped her outfit off the bed, and ducked into the shower.

The next half hour was torturous as Jordan loafed around the apartment and Kayleen prepped for her "date." It was hard for Brad not to wonder exactly what was going on in the bathroom as he listened to the shower and then the hair dryer. It was clear that his friend's wife was sparing no details as she primped and prepared to meet the Dean.

It was six when a crisp knock at the door carried through the small apartment. Brad's heart beat a little faster as he cowered in the closet.

The door opened, and Brad couldn't make out what was said, but after a few moments Jordan appeared in the doorway, and behind him was Dean Radison.

It's true. Brad realized as he stared at the lecherous grin on the Dean's face. He had the wolfish smile of a man who was about to get exactly what he wanted.

"Where's your chair?" the Dean asked as he glanced around the room.

Brad held his breath, not wanting to be discovered. If the Dean was upset by his underage drinking, surely being discovered hiding among Kayleen's dresses would be the end of his enrollment.

"I didn't want to presume," Jordan answered, his head down, not meeting the Dean's gaze.

"In the corner." The Dean pointed. "Where cuckolds belong."

"Yes, sir." Jordan left to get a stool from the kitchen.

"Quickly now. I don't like to be kept waiting."

"No, sir," Jordan stammered as he raced past the Dean, placed the stool in the corner, and then sat himself on it.

"Good boy," the Dean gloated, his eyes drawn toward the bathroom. "How does she look in her new outfit? I picked it out myself."

"I don't know, sir," Jordan confessed. "She hasn't let me see her in it yet."

The Dean's smile widened. "Then we'll discover together, won't we."

"Yes, sir," Jordan answered. His hands rested awkwardly in his lap. It took Brad a moment to realize why it looked strange. It appeared that his friend was hard.

How was he excited by his abject humiliation? The scene before him both horrified and excited Brad at the same time. Perhaps it was the same for Jordan.

The bathroom door opened, and Brad almost kicked the door. Kayleen stood there in the most revealing lingerie he'd ever seen. It was one thing to see the straps when it had been lying on the bed; it was entirely another seeing it trying to contain her considerable curves. It was a bodysuit of sorts, but everything was straps. Underwire framed the underside of her considerable bust, which was then held in place by a single vertical strap running over the center of each breast. The straps ran up to another that was around her throat like a choker. Several crisscrossed over her stomach before meeting a piece that seemed little bigger than a G-string as it barely covered her labia. The sides of the panty rode high above her curvaceous hips, and she swayed as she sauntered into the room on her high heels.

With her blown-out blonde hair and blue eyes, Kayleen looked like a goddess.

Brad stared in wonder at the scene before him. His friend Jordan, perched on the seat in the corner, watching as his scantily clad wife sauntered up to the university's Dean, who was standing in their bedroom leering at Kayleen's body.

"What do you think?" Kayleen asked, batting her eyes as she pressed her massive, scantily clad bust against the Dean's chest.

"I think it was worth every cent, don't you, Jordan?" The Dean looked at Jordan perched on his stool.

"Yes, sir," Jordan answered, looking every bit the hapless husband as the Dean reached down and gripped Kayleen's ass with both hands.

"Did you do all this for me?" The Dean asked as his hands wandered her ample curves.

"Yes," Kayleen preened. "I wanted to please you."

The Dean guided her back and started on his belt. "I think we both know how you can please me. Wrap those hot lips around my cock while your husband watches."

Kayleen could be a little fiery at times. Brad had witnessed it. But rather than fight the Dean's suggestion, she subserviently dropped to her knees and started unbuckling his belt.

Brad watched in wonder as Jordan sat silently in the corner watching his wife work the Dean's belt, then fly. For the life of him, Brad couldn't work out why Jordan had allowed him to witness this. He was both aroused and horrified by the display before him and his friend's relative helplessness to do anything about it. Kayleen was clearly willing and not about to be dissuaded from her current course.

The Dean's pants hit the floor, and Kayleen already had her thumbs looped over the waistband of his black satin boxer shorts. With a sharp tug, they came down, pausing for a moment as they caught on the Dean's growing shaft. Then they too were at his ankles, but Brad's eyes locked on the thick cock that sprang free, smacking Kayleen in the side of her cheek.

Brad felt that thud in his soul. So did Kayleen, except instead of the dread Brad was feeling, her eyes went wide, her lips perked up into a glee-filled smile, and a guttural moan escaped her lips that filled the awkward silence in the bedroom.

It was the largest cock Brad had ever seen in his life. It wasn't yet hard and it had to be at least nine or ten inches. What's more, as Kayleen took its bulbous head in her mouth, it started growing, hardening rapidly.

"Geez," Brad groaned in a whisper that was barely audible. He'd had sex, plenty of times. But he'd never watched someone, not like this. He'd never seen a woman react with such wanton hunger that her burning desire consumed her. Kayleen could barely speak; she was entirely consumed with the monstrous member of the Dean, and she was worshipping it with gusto.

"Someone's a little excited," the Dean chuckled as Kayleen bobbed back and forth on his swelling cock. "Can you see that, Jordan?"

Brad's eyes followed the Dean's gesture, and he realized that while Kayleen was eagerly stroking the Dean's shaft with one hand, she was desperately playing with her clit with the other, grinding her lacy thong into her sensitive sex as she stoked the flames of her own lust.

"I can," Jordan reluctantly confessed.

"What can I say? Your cock has turned my wife into a slut."

The Dean laughed harder. "Oh, I think she was always a naughty slut. It just took my cock for her to realize she wasn't willing to go without any more. Isn't that right, Kayleen?"

"No, sir," Kayleen giggled as she gripped his shaft with one hand and spat on it. The combination of precum and saliva formed a lubricant that she rubbed into the shaft wherever her pouty lips couldn't reach.

She turned to Jordan. "You know I love you, baby. Sometimes I just need a really big cock."

Jordan seemed to shrink a little.

"And by sometimes I mean every week. Some weeks twice." Kayleen milked the massive shaft as she batted her eyelids at Jordan. "You don't mind, do you, baby?"

Brad willed his friend to protest, but Jordan just shrugged.

"I want you to be happy," he answered weakly.

"Oh, I am," Kayleen reassured him as the Dean reached for the cups of her bra. They were straps that covered her bust, but the Dean simply pulled them apart so that her luscious tits spilled out into his hand. Rather than a strappy bra, it now resembled some Shibari bondage Brad had once watched, only this was so much better.

Watching his friend's wife's tits spill into view for the first time caused his cock to throb. Hidden from view, he couldn't help but undo his own fly and pull out his cock.

Brad watched Kayleen's tits get manhandled by the Dean and couldn't help but stroke his own cock. Brad couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He'd always thought Kayleen was stunning, and while she was friendly toward him, Brad had never had so much as an overt flirtation from the sexy minx. It turned out if you had a massive horse cock, she was putty in your hands to do with as you pleased.