My Wife's Infidelity - Frat Sex Toy

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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With the usual caveats, this story contains descriptions of infidelity, cheating, cuckolding, drug and alcohol abuse, unprotected group sex, and depravity. If these are not of interest, or repugnant to you, hit the back button now, and save us all some time.

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For a period of time, following KK's discovery of an affair I'd engaged in for about two years, we were in joint counseling as part of our plan to reconcile, rather than divorce. A recommendation the therapist made was on the notion of 'coming clean' - clearing the air, telling one another about any past indiscretions. The therapist's theory was that it would build trust, although it would certainly be a difficult process to go through.

Spanning several months after the therapist's recommendation, KK and I made appointments, sort of scheduled dates, to attempt these confessions. The usual pattern was a Friday evening dinner-date, where we'd go out, share good food and wine, then either return home, or check into a hotel for the night. We would then strip naked, get into bed, and initiate the session by making out, until both of us were aroused, our individual guards were down, inhibitions relaxed. The therapist had recommended this general scenario as a tool, in which we would use the otherwise painful confession of indiscretion to stimulate, arouse, and seduce the other, perhaps following a mental and emotional process of substituting an affair partner, in KK's case, imagining me in that role, or vice-versa.

One of KK's confessions stands out, her disclosure of a series of sordid events that actually occurred before we were married.

In context, KK and I were engaged during our college years, initiated by my proposal the summer before we started college. By the time we were in our second year, during the spring semester, things seemed to be changing between the two of us.

KK, then my fiancé, seemed to be more aloof, distant, less connected to me, but I could not figure out why. By spring break, she broke off our engagement, leaving me feeling desperate, empty, and devastated.

By the late part of the fall semester of our third year, things were returning to normal; eventually we reconciled, resuming our engagement.

I was left with strange, inexplicable feelings during the period of time we were split up. I was intensely, overwhelmingly obsessed about my fiancé and her sexual encounters with other guys, real or imagined. I was fixated on the idea of her fucking, sucking, and being a dirty little slut with, and for other men.

That experience changed me forever.

The night of this particular confession session, KK and I had checked into the airport Marriott. Her sexual trigger of hotel stays was one lever for me to pull, stimulating KK's desire.

There wasn't a particular order to who would be the confessor during these sessions. It was a dynamic process, with varied stimuli leading to one or the other initiating the confession, in a few cases both of us would disclose a past event.

In bed, I kissed KK's neck, nibbling her ears, tracing my fingers over her bare nipples, brushing her increasingly wet pussy lips with the fingertips of my other hand, while whispering in her ear dirty fantasies - of her being the center of attention for a large group of sexy young men.

KK was responding, breathing hard, becoming increasingly wet, almost dripping, her nipples were like little spikes, erect, with gooseflesh around her areola.

I was hard as steel, her smooth little fingers were tracing the veins of my pulsating cock, teasing it, from time to time she was lightly scratching my balls with her manicured nails.

KK said, "Would you like me to tell you a dirty, naughty secret?"

I asked, "What? Are you a bad girl? Have you been naughty? Is there something I need to know?"

I continued to touch her, stimulating her nipples, and her pussy lips. KK kept teasing my cock and balls, and said, "Yes - I think its time you knew..."

KK proceeded to tell me about certain events that took place during our college years, in the interval around the time we were split up. For context, our university was a fairly conservative place at the time - the campus had a no-alcohol policy, the dorms were all gender segregated. All of the fraternity and sorority houses were off-campus, mostly concentrated along "Fraternity Row," about two blocks from the main campus.

She said, "Do you remember that night we got into such a huge fight, when I told you I needed to cancel our Saturday date because my mom and dad were coming into town for dinner?"

I thought about it, and told her, "Sort of - I kind of remember that. I couldn't figure out why I wasn't invited, you gave me some bullshit excuse about them wanting some time with just their daughter?"

KK said, "Yes... that's the time I'm talking about. I lied. Kristen (her roommate at the time) invited me to go to a frat party with her.

She had just started dating one of the frat guys, wasn't really sure about him, and didn't want to go to the party without someone she trusted to look out for her.

Kristen begged me to go with her, and I couldn't figure out a way to say "No" to her, or to tell you, so I lied. It didn't seem like a big deal. Just a little lie. Besides, we'd been dating and engaged like forever, and I needed a little fun, instead of another same-ol' date."

My cock seemed to be involuntarily swelling, getting even harder with anticipation. KK told me all about the party, in graphic, lurid detail.

It seems that KK and Kristen arrived together, enjoying a few drinks - beer, wine, punch, then did some shots. The guy Kristen was interested in showed up at some point, they disappeared together, leaving my fiancé alone with a group of mostly guys, and a couple of girls she didn't know.

KK told me that at one point she didn't feel well - "kind of 'spinny', and a little sick."

Undoubtably it was the booze, kicking her 90-lb. ass.

KK said that one of the girls she was drinking with asked her if she needed some aspirin, or "wanted to feel better?"

KK said, very softly, while fondling my hard cock, "I told her that I'd like to lie down for a little while, somewhere quiet."

KK related that the girl led her to an upstairs room on the third floor of the fraternity house, into a bedroom at the far end of a hallway, and they went inside.

She told me that the girl had some pot, and that they shared a joint - the girl told her it would make her feel better, and not be sick. KK said that it did make her feel a little better, but it made her feel sleepy too.

KK said that after they smoked the joint, the girl told her that she was going back to the party, and that KK should lay down and rest for a while, leaving her there in a twin bed in the room.

KK told me, "I was wearing short-shorts, sandals, and a tube top.

I remember it like it was just yesterday. It was that pink checkered one that used to get you so worked up and hard.

I guess I went to sleep - I remember waking up later because I felt something. When I woke up there was this guy sitting on the end of the bed.

My eyes were still kind of closed, he didn't know that I was awake. I pretended to be passed out.

He had one of my feet in his hands, rubbing it all over his big boner! I couldn't believe it - I was just kind of frozen, watching him rub his big cock on my toes! I felt something wet on my toes, waiting to see what he was doing.

After a little while he got up, and took off his shorts. God he had such a big fat cock - even though it was kind of dark, and I could just see the silhouette of his dick I could tell it was big!

I kept pretending to be passed out. He rolled my tube down under my boobies. He poked me in the ribs to see if I was going to wake up, when I didn't, he undid the button on my shorts and took them off.

Then he took off my panties! He was such a naughty boy, taking advantage of a poor drunk girl!"

KK had her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, squeezing it at the base, I think sensing that I was almost on the verge of cumming, just listening to her recount the event.

KK kept talking, "I was almost naked - then he touched my pussy for a little bit. I was wet, I remember being so fucking wet... I just couldn't help it.

I knew he was going to put his cock in me. I knew he was going to fuck me!"

I asked her, "Did you want him to fuck you? It sounds like rape to me.."

KK said, "Oh baby, I wanted him to fuck me so bad! I wanted to feel that big fat cock in my pussy. I wanted to feel him cum in me.

I laid there and let him think I was passed out, then he just stuck it in me. He put that fat dick inside me and he fucked me. He fucked me and he fucked me and then he came inside me!"

I asked her, "Did you cum? Did he make you cum on his cock?"

She said, "No - I think I was too tense and too drunk, but it felt so fucking good. God what a big cock he had!

He sort of laid there panting like a dog for a while. Then he pulled out of me and wiped his dick on my face!

I peeked at him while he put his shorts back on, then he left.

I felt like I needed to pee, but I was kind of scared, and I didn't really know where I was or where the bathroom was. I was laying there in the dark, and then the door opened again. It was that same guy, but he had some other dude behind him.

They were whispering to each other, and I really couldn't hear what they were saying, except for "Fuck her!".

The first guy was telling the other, "Dude, you should just fuck her. She's really hot and tight."

So the door almost closed and the new guy stayed behind. I kept pretending to be passed out, while the new guy was just standing there, looking at me.

For a while he just stood there - I could sort of see him moving around but it was too dark to see what he was doing.

Then he came closer to the bed, then he pulled my legs apart.

He was wearing jeans and he had his cock out! It was hard too.

He unbuttoned them, and he got between my legs, and put his cock in my pussy.

He was fucking me baby, just fucking me. He fucked me good and hard too!

Then he started to suck on my nipples while he was pumping his dick in me. That made me cum!

I tried to be quiet, but I think I squealed a little and that scared him - he stopped and just kind of froze in me. I was cumming on his cock!

That made him squirt in me. Then he pulled out and got his jeans buttoned all back, and just left me there."

I said, "You just let two strange guys fuck you? Without even resisting or anything? Fuck baby... why?"

KK said, "I know its a shock - I just wanted to be fucked, I just wanted to feel their cocks in me, to see if it was different than you.

I really, really needed to pee but I was afraid to get up. The door opened again, and it was a different guy.

When the door was open, I could see that he already had his cock out, sticking over the top of his shorts! He came inside, then he came over to the bed.

He rubbed the tip of his dick on my face and on my titties, and then he got on top and fucked me. That guy didn't last hardly at all - he came in me after just a few strokes, then he wiped his cock on my lips.

All their cum tasted so different! It was weird...

A few minutes later another guy came in. I needed to pee so bad that I thought I was going to wet myself.

This new guy started touching me everywhere, then he pulled his cock out - I remember it was fucking huge! He just shoved it into me, fucking the shit out of me!

He fucked me so good, so hard that I had a cum and a pee at the same time... he started to cuss, staying stuff like "Fucking drunk bitch, I just fucked the piss out of you!"

He just kept pumping and pumping and he made me cum again. I fucked him back a little it felt so good - but I did it just a little so he wouldn't think I was awake.

It made him cum, and it made such a big mess! There was cum and pee-pee all over down there.

Before he pulled out of me, some guy started yelling at him to get the fuck out of his room. The big guy got off off me, while he was trying to leave, the other guy was yelling at him, telling him he was going to kick his ass.

The dude tripped over his pants, because they were still down around his knees. The yelling guy sort of kicked and pushed him out of the room.

I just kept pretending to be passed out."

I said, "Was that it? Just those four guys? What did the guy who's room it was do about it?"

My cock was still raging, KK had a grip on it to stop me from cumming.

KK said, "He came over to the bed, started shaking me a little, telling me to get up. I was a little scared, because he seemed mean.

He was complaining that the bed was all messed up, and saying stuff like "God damn! There's fucking spooge and piss on my fucking bed!"

I think he was mad. He tried again to make me get up, but I wanted him to leave, so that maybe I could get dressed and sneak out.

He just wouldn't go away! I was scared, and I thought if I pretended to be passed out he would leave me alone.

He finally said, "Fuck it!", I peeked at him, and he was taking off his clothes. He rolled me over onto my tummy, and shoved me up to the head-board of the bed.

I could feel him poking his dick around, like he was trying to find my pussy. It felt so weird. He was rubbing his hard cock all over me, I could feel his thumbs on my butt cheeks - he stuck his cock into my butt, and started fucking me there!"

I said, "No way! The guy was doing anal with you? Did you try to stop him? Fuck!"

KK responded, "No, I didn't stop him. I wanted to see what it felt like. I wanted to feel him in my ass. I wanted to see if it was different from you.

At first it hurt - it kind of burned and felt like I was tearing. Then it started to feel really, really good. The guy had a pretty big cock, at least it felt that way in my butt...

He was playing with my pussy too, so that made it feel even better! He played with me and made me cum, while his cock was in my butt!"

I spurted a huge load - even KK's tight grip couldn't stop me from cumming, I blew my load, hearing her tell me about this strange guy fucking her (so far as I knew) virgin-to-other guys ass.

KK said, "After he finished, he just left me laying there, and went away.

Before I could get up, he came back with two other guys, and told them to help him dress me so they could get rid of me.

I kept pretending to be out, while they put my panties and shorts on - they also touched me, and they were talking so dirty - the guy who's room it was kept saying stuff like, "I just fucked this little bitch in the ass!"

They managed to get my panties and shorts on, and they carried me down the stairs, and put me on a couch. They played with my boobies too, pinching my nipples and squeezing me. One of them finally pulled my top back up. They went away and left me there on the couch.

I waited there a long, long time, until it started to get a little light outside. I got up and snuck out of the frat house, and walked back to my dorm.

The resident assistant on door duty gave me such a bitchy look, because I probably looked like such a dirty, used little slut."

I said, "I can't believe you pretended to be passed out, and let five guys just fuck you! It sounds like bullshit."

KK said, "Nope - not bullshit.

They invited me back to a bunch more parties, and I went to all of them. I fucked so many hot boys!

I was like their private party girl until the end of the semester. I went to two other parties like that before we broke up... I kept doing it even for a little while after we started trying to get back together.

I just couldn't help myself! You're not mad are you? It was a long time ago... God it was so hot, all those cute boys and their hot cocks!"

Hearing this, laying in bed with KK was stunning. Astonishing. Even after my cum blast from listening to KK's story, I was getting hard again, just imagining her at that age, a dirty little frat house fuck toy.

That confession explained a lot about some of the questions I used to to get from our friends, because apparently many of them knew my fiancé was a "fraternity fuck toy" behind my back.

KK said, "I'm not done. And besides, you're going to have to fuck me really good, to show me how much you love me, prove to me you're not mad about me having fun."

I was on my back, trying to catch my breath, pondering my increasingly hard cock, and the mix of feelings from lust, disbelief, jealousy, and so many other thoughts that I was in a cognitive fog. KK straddled me, grinding her wet twat against my stiffening cock.

KK had me hard again after a few grinds. I shifted my body, managing to penetrate KK with almost no effort. Before I started thrusting into KK's wet box, she started talking again.

KK continued her story, "Did you ever know about it baby? Me fucking all those hot boys? I'm so sorry I did it before I broke up with you, more than once. I know that was a bitchy, awful thing, but then I was young and I had so many feelings..."

I told KK, "It's called being gang-banged baby. It even has a special name - you were pulling a train! That's when one guy after another fucks a girl. You're 'the little engine that could' - some of my friends knew, and they hinted about it, but they never would tell me what was really going on."

She said, "I liked it. A lot. All those cocks. After the third time, after that's when I broke off our engagement. I mean not just because of that, because of other things too.

I kept coming back, so they made me a special place in their frat house library, a mattress on the floor.

That's where the boys shared me, where they fucked me. On an old mattress, on the floor of their library and study room. Isn't that hot and dirty? Little sexy, needy me, getting fucked on a nasty old mattress... it makes me wet just thinking about it!"

KK had me pressed on the mattress, slowly sliding on my cock, contracting her muscles to milk my hard cock. It was amazing, with KK soaking wet, reliving her memory for me.

KK kept up her recounting of the sordid events, "I figured out I could go to the frat house, to my little 'fuck-brary', whenever I was bored, or lonely, or just plain horny.

I could always find some hot boys too fuck. They never said no, and they always had tequila, or wine, pot, and sometimes even coke. I loved getting stoned, drunk, and fucked by so many hot boys, did you know that?

Sometimes it was just one. Other times it was two or three. Once in a while so many I never counted... Those visits made me cum so many times! I was on the pill then, because of you, and I let them cum inside me. Did you know that? I let them cum in my pussy, the pussy I used to only give to you."

After I broke up with you, and started dating Monty, he made me stop going there... but it pissed me off, and I went back, even after he found out, and got all pissy about it, because all those boys were there, always ready to fuck..."

I felt like I was on the edge of losing it. I grabbed KK by her hips, and started meeting her thrusts, trying to get deeper into her sopping pussy without blowing my load. I said, "Did you really do all that - let them gang-bang you? Behind my back? Behind Monty's back? Damn baby, I just can't believe it..."

KK said, "Yes sweetie, it's for reals... I really did it, just like I'm telling you. Sometimes I thought about you, either being one of those hot cocks, or that you were watching me do it, watching me sucking and fucking all those hard hot cocks, eating up all that hot cum..."

At that instant, KK had a shattering orgasm, writhing, bouncing, and howling so loud I figured we'd get a call from the desk if she didn't stop soon. It only took another few strokes, before I lost it, buried in her cunt. KK finally more or less collapsed onto me, satiated and panting.