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THE HUNG COLLEGE STUDENT
Ten days before school started, we picked Alan up from the airport. Right away I noticed that he couldn’t keep his eyes off Lucy.
Alan’s mom had been Lucy’s best friend and roommate in college. When Lucy found out that he was going to college in our town, she offered to let him stay with us. He was to help out with yardwork and other chores, and his parents would save a boatload not having to pay college boarding costs.
Alan was a lanky 18-year-old with dark hair and glasses. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my wife, especially her DD tits.
Lucy was 41. She was 5’8” and had long blonde hair. Her body was firmer than any woman her age I had ever seen. She spent a lot of work keeping it that way. Her favorite exercise was swimming laps in the big pool in our backyard.
Alan spent his first week getting settled in. He picked up the books he needed for his first quarter. He attended a freshman orientation day. The rest of his time he spent sneaking glimpses of my wife.
Despite his fairly obvious leering, he was very polite and relentlessly helpful. He was constantly asking Lucy if she needed help with the dishes or the laundry or the vacuuming.
I could tell that she secretly loved the attention. I think having an 18-year-old lusting after her made her feel young and desirable. She tried to play it off like I was imagining it all, but her libido was through the roof. We had sex four times the first week he was here. It had been ages since we had come anywhere near that sort of frequency.
Alan’s room was right next to our master suite. The bed in his room was ancient and had the creakiest springs you can imagine. We could hear his bed squeaking every night, often twice. And he usually disappeared into his bedroom in the middle of afternoon, typically when Lucy was out in the pool swimming laps. The boy went through an entire box of kleenex in a week.
The Saturday afternoon before classes we were discussing what we should do for dinner.
“What do you say I grill up some burgers out by the pool?” I suggested.
“Sure!” Lucy said. “That’s a great idea.”
“What do you think, Alan?” I asked.
“Oh . . . Um, whatever is fine with me.”
I fired up the grill and then Lucy and I went and got our swimsuits on. Lucy wore a sky blue bikini. It wasn’t particularly revealing, but Lucy’s big breasts made almost any bathing suit highly sexual.
When we got out to the pool Alan was sitting in one of the deck chairs, still wearing his jeans and a t-shirt.
His eyes went to Lucy’s rack immediately.
“Where’s your swimsuit, man?” I asked.
“I don’t really feel like swimming,” he said.
“That’s crazy, it’s hotter than hell out here. Go get your trunks on or you’ll roast.”
“. . . Okay,” he said, getting up and going inside.
Lucy and I dove into the pool. It felt awesome on a hot August day.
When Alan came out I could tell he was sporting an erection inside his trunks. He had one arm awkwardly positioned in front of it, trying to hide it. He hurried over to the pool and waded down the steps until the water was above his waist.
“See,” I said, “the pool is hard to beat on a hot day.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said, glancing over at Lucy.
I climbed out of the pool and started to get the burgers grilling. I cracked open a beer. Alan just leaned against the wall of the pool and watched Lucy swimming laps.
I smiled as I watched him lusting after my wife.
It wasn’t long before the burgers were ready.
“Alright,” I said, “food’s up!”
Lucy climbed out of the pool. Her beautiful, wet body glistened in the sun. Alan’s eyes followed her as she walked over to the table.
“C’mon Alan, food’s ready,” I said.
“. . . Gimme just a minute, Mr. Johnson,” he said.
“What, why?” I asked with a knowing smirk. “Your burger is gonna get cold. C’mon.”
He nervously climbed out of the pool. He was sporting a VERY sizeable tent in the front of his trunks. He hunched over a little to try and hide it and hurried over. He took a seat and quickly scooted his chair a little closer to the table.
When we were finished eating Lucy said she was going to lay out and tan for a while.
Alan looked almost dizzy as he watched her applying suntan lotion. He made an audible croaking sound when she squirted some onto the tops of her big breasts. He breathed heavy as she slowly massaged the lotion in.
Finally she laid down on her stomach on one of the reclining deck chairs.
“Babe,” she said, “Can you come over here and do my back?”
I grinned at her.
“Hey Alan, can you help Lucy out? I want to get the grill cleaned off and squared away.”
“Uh . . . I don’t know, Mr. Johnson.” He nervously glanced over at Lucy.
“She’s gonna burn if you don’t,” I said. “It’s no big deal. Just think of it as one of the chores you are helping out with.”
“. . . Okay. I guess.”
He went over to where Lucy was laid out. She glared at me with her eyebrows raised as Alan stood over her squirting suntan lotion into the palm of his hand. a massive tent in his trunks.
He nervously started to rub the lotion onto her shoulders. He slowly worked his way down her back.
“Make sure you don’t miss any spots,” I said.
Alan started on her calves. He was practically panting by the time he got to the backs of her thighs.
He paused as he approached the point where her legs met her ass, just below her swimsuit.
“You gotta get all the way up to her swimsuit, bud,” I said, “otherwise she’ll burn.”
Alan nodded. He started rubbing the suntan lotion into the tops of her thighs and the very bottom of her ass. His hands lingered just a moment longer than necessary.
“I’m gonna head inside and change,” Alan said, getting up and hurrying toward the house.
I took my beer and went over and sat in the chair next to Lucy.
“You’re awful,” she said.
“What?” I asked, like I had no idea what she could be referring to. I took a sip from my beer, I’m sure looking smug.
“. . . You know, he’s not the only one you got hard,” I said, nodding toward my erection.
“See . . . “ she said. “Awful.”
“He’s up there watching you right now.”
“He is not.”
“I saw the blinds move. He’s peeking out here.”
I took another drink and adjusted my erection.
“How does it feel to know an 18-year-old is stroking himself and watching you?”
“. . . Shush,” she said, but her breath quickened.
After a few minutes we headed inside. We fucked like teenagers in the shower of our master suite, before we got dressed.
That night we heard his bed creaking again and again, into the wee hours of the morning.
School started on Monday. Alan said that all his classes were going pretty well. The next Saturday I suggested another poolside Barbeque.
When Lucy and I went to change, I got a bag out that I had hidden in my underwear drawer.
“You should wear this,” I said, handing it to Lucy.
“Huh?” she asked, peeking inside the bag.
It was a little black thong bikini. Much skimpier than anything she owned.
“I can’t wear this,” she said.
“Why not?”
“It’s WAY too skimpy,” she said, holding it up.
“What’s it gonna hurt?” I asked. “Please? For me?”
“. . . I can’t believe the things I do for you,” she said, shaking her head and starting to undress.
“I love you soo much!” I said.
“You better,” she said with a smirk.
Alan’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw Lucy in her new bikini. The top was just two triangles about four inches on a side. They didn’t cover too much more than the bottoms of her breasts and her nipples. She was displaying enough cleavage and sideboob to make a man’s head spin. And her ass was only covered by the thin strip of her thong.
This time when it came time to help her apply her suntan lotion, Alan had no trace of hesitation. He eagerly rubbed down her back, and legs, and entire ass.
Afterwards he quickly excused himself and said he had some homework he needed to take care of.
I watched his window carefully until I saw the blinds move.
“He’s watching,” I said.
“Oh yeah?” she asked.
“. . . I have an idea.”
I leaned down and untied the top of her bathing suit, behind her neck and in the middle of her back.
“You should roll over,” I said, “it’d be a shame if you got tanlines.”
Lucy nervously rolled onto her back. Her big breasts were magnificent. They heaved as she drew in deep breaths.
“He probably just came,” I said, my cock twitching in my trunks.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Lucy said.
“You are so sexy baby! I bet you’ve made him cum a hundred times since he’s been here.”
Alan spent the rest of the night locked in his bedroom. Lucy and I split a bottle of wine. We made out like we were in the backseat of a car after a highschool dance.
When I started to go down on her, I found her pussy was drenched. She writhed as I slowly dragged my tongue back and forth across her pussy.
Then we heard Alan’s bed start to creak again. I paused.
“No, don’t stop,” she panted.
“. . . I have an idea,” I said, crawling up toward her. I kissed her on the neck.
“Please keep licking me, baby,” she begged, “I need to cum.”
“Why don’t you go next door and help him out?”
“. . . No.”
“It’s be the best night of his life . . . and, to be fair, you’re the one that caused his current condition.”
Lucy stared into my eyes, panting.
“When you come back I’ll make you cum harder than you ever have in your life,” I said, softly.
She took a few deep breaths and then slid out from under me. She put her robe on and slipped out the door without saying a word.
I heard her knock on Alan’s door. The squeaking bed springs suddenly fell silent. The door opened and then, after a minute or a minute-and-a-half the squeaking resumed. My heart pounded and my erection ached. The squeaking only lasted several seconds and then it got quiet again.
Moments later Lucy returned, her robe was wide open. She was breathing hard and grinning from ear to ear.
“What happened?” I asked.
She shed her robe and jumped onto the bed.
“Get licking,” she said. “You owe me the biggest orgasm of my life.”
My heart raced, totally out of control. My swollen cock twitched. I was dying to hear what happened. I got down between her thighs and started licking.
Lucy started gasping immediately. Her pussy was soaking wet.
“Oh fuck!” she panted.
My tongue dove deep and my fingers stimulated her clitoris.
“Oh Jesus!” she moaned.
Her hips started to buck.
“Oh fuck-FUCK!”
She writhed and squirmed. My fingers moved away from her clit. I gripped her thighs tightly and held her down. I pressed my nose into her clit hard and licked for all I was worth.
She lurched and shrieked. I shook my head from side to side. Her legs squeezed around my head, and she came like crazy.
When she finally quieted, I climbed on top of her and pushed my cock into her.
“Oh, go slow!” she gasped.
I gently slid in and out of her.
“What happened?” I panted.
“. . . I went in there,” she said between breaths. “He looked like a deer in the headlights.”
“Uh-huh?” I gasped, slowly pushing into her.
“. . . I told him I knew my bikini had gotten him excited. Then I asked if I could help solve the problem.”
“What did he say?”
“He didn’t say anything. I thought he was going to have a panic attack. But eventually he nodded.”
“Oh god.” I thrust my cock into her faster.
“I just pulled the covers back and started stroking him.”
“Fuck, that is hot!”
“. . . He was huge,” she whispered in my ear.
“Oh god,” I groaned, shoving into her hard. “. . . How huge?”
“Probably twice as big as you,” she panted. “Maybe ten inches.”
“Oh fuck, that is hot!”
“I let my robe fall open and I stroked him hard and fast. It only took him few seconds to lose it.”
“I’m not surprised,” I panted.
A few more hard thrusts and I exploded inside her.
The next morning Alan came down to breakfast late. He was white as a sheet, and he couldn’t look either of us in the eye. His hand shook as he poured himself some cereal.
I chuckled.
“Alan. Calm down buddy. I know all about last night.”
“. . . You do?” he asked.
“Yeah. To be honest, it was my idea.”
“. . . Oh.”
“It doesn’t have to be a big deal. If you want it to happen again tonight, just knock on our door before you go to sleep, okay?”
He nodded quickly and took a deep breath.
That night at 10:15 there was a quiet knock on the door.
I opened the door to find Alan standing in the hallway wearing only a pair of boxers. He clearly had a stiff erection.
I was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. Lucy sat on the edge of the bed in a matching black lacy bra and panties set.
I motioned him inside. He slowly crossed the room and stood next to Lucy. His gaze shifted nervously between the two of us.
“Sit down,” she said, patting the bed next to her.
Alan sat down. Lucy scooted closer to him and pulled his boxers down to mid-thigh. His erection sprung free. He was indeed huge.
I rubbed my own hard-on through my boxers. Lucy wrapped her hand around his big dick and started slowly stroking him.
My cock twitched at the sight of my wife handling Alan’s huge cock. I was breathing heavy, intoxicated with desire.
“Uhn . . . thank you,” he said, softly.
I pulled my boxers down and started to stroke myself while I watched.
Lucy stroked him slowly for a minute and then started to speed up.
“Oh . . . uhn,” he moaned. I could tell he was getting close.
“Let him cum on your tits,” I said, stroking myself feverishly.
Both their eyes shot over to me. Her eyes narrowed.
I nodded, jerking myself hard.
She rolled her eyes, but she pulled him to his feet by his cock. She positioned him right in front of her. She stroked him hard and fast, with both hands.
“Uhn . . . oh god,” he moaned.
She stared up at him. Their eyes were locked.
“Hunh . . . I’m gonna cum,” he panted. “Oohh!” His jet of semen splattered across Lucy’s collarbone.
“Oh god, oh god,” he panted.
She kept stroking him. Spurt after spurt splashed across her tits. Finally when he was empty, she gave him one last squeeze and then let go.
Alan just stood there, panting and staring down at Lucy’s cum-drenched tits.
“Thank you . . . so much,” he said. He turned and headed for the door. He almost reached it before he remembered to pull his boxers up.
“You’re welcome,” Lucy called after him.
I shut the door and peeled my clothes off.
“You are such a pervert,” Lucy said, chuckling as I climbed onto the bed. She reached for a box of kleenex.
“No, leave it,” I said.
“See what I mean? Pervert,” she teased me.
I rolled her onto her back and spread her legs. I pulled her panties to the side and shoved my cock into her.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
“Did you like that?” she asked as I fucked her. Her sperm-soaked tits jiggled with each hard thrust I gave her.
I nodded, wildly.
“You liked watching me stroke a younger man?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You like watching me handle his huge cock?”
“God yes!” I grunted.
“You like watching him cum all over me?”
. . . Continued Below . . .
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3afczx/the_hung_college_student_cuckoldhotwife
Part 2 “Oh fuck!” I groaned. I gave her a few more hard thrusts before I pulled out. Panting, I straddled her stomach and aimed my cock at her already sticky rack. “Oh yeah,” I groaned, giving myself the last few strokes I needed. My cock started to spasm and sprayed across her bra and her tits. When I was finally spent I collapsed onto the bed next to her. “Jeez, go get a towel and clean me up,” she said, nudging me with her elbow. I groaned but climbed out of the bed. I went into our bathroom and got a towel. I dampened one side of it and then went back to the bed. I kissed her and cleaned Alan and my cum off her tits. Over the next few weeks she jerked Alan off almost every night. She typically didn’t let him cum on her but a couple of times she indulged me. A couple of times I asked her to fuck him, but she flat out refused. I begged her, but she was insistent that she didn’t want it to go any further. One night, after dinner, Lucy asked Alan how his grades were. “Pretty good,” he said, “The only one I’m worried about is organic chemistry. I’m barely holding onto a C. And the material is only getting tougher.” Alan was a smart kid. He had taken a lot of AP classes and some classes at the community college during high school, so he already was in some higher level courses. “Barely holding on to a C?” Lucy said. “Honey, a C is not the end of the world,” I said. “Chemistry was never one of my best subjects and organic chem is way harder.” “Is there anything we can do to help?” She asked. “No,” he said, “I just need to buckle down and study harder, I guess.” Later that night, when we were in bed, Lucy told me that she had decided she would fuck Alan if he could get his chem grade up to a B. And get As in everything else. I was mad with lust. We started fucking and I lost it almost immediately. The next morning I pulled Alan aside and told him. He was immensely excited, but nervous he wouldn’t be able to pull it off. I had him find a chem tutor and I paid for him to get a two hour lesson twice a week. He studied his ass off, which I guess wasn’t too surprising, considering the motivation he had. The week before Alan got his grades, the two of us were balls of stress. I can’t remember another week of my life that felt like it crept by so slowly. When he finally got his grades he came running into the living room with the print out. “I did it!” he shouted. “What?! Really?” I said, jumping up from the couch. “I can’t believe it!” I pulled him close and hugged him. It took me a second to notice his sizeable erection prodding into me. I adjusted my hips a little. I looked over at the clock. “We have about 45 minutes until Lucy is supposed to be back.” I went into the kitchen and came back with two open beers. “Here,” I said, handing him one, “you earned it.” I took Alan up to our bedroom. I opened up the laptop on our desk and turned on a video of Lucy and I having sex. I handed him some kleenex. I sipped my beer and watched as Alan stroked his big cock. I figured if he came he would be able to last longer. Lucy walked in as Alan was cleaning up his second orgasm. “What’s going on?” she asked. I handed her the print out of his grades. “Of course,” she said. “Good work, Alan. Do you want to do it now, or later tonight?” “Now,” I said, already breathing hard. “It’s not up to you,” Lucy snapped. “Alan would you like to fuck now or later this evening?” “. . . Now,” he said. “I just need a few minutes.” “Don’t worry about that,” I said. “She will need to be nice and wet for that big dick of yours.” I helped Lucy get undressed and she laid down on the bed. Alan watched as I licked her pussy. She was already wet, but I wanted her to be sopping wet. “Come over here,” Lucy said to Alan. He crossed the room and she scooted her body toward the edge of the bed. She grabbed his soft cock and stroked him for several seconds. Then she leaned over and took him in her mouth. I watched from the corner of my eye but kept licking. It only took him a minute to get all the way hard again. He looked huge in her mouth. She could only really fit the first third once he got all the way hard. It didn’t take long after that for her to start cumming. She gripped Alan’s big cock tightly as she moaned and her body trembled. When her orgasm had faded, I came up for air. “Get undressed, Alan,” I said. He quickly stripped his shirt and pants off. “Are you ready for him, baby?” I asked. “Uh-huh,” she nodded, panting. Alan just stood at the edge of the bed, his big cock projecting outward, powerfully. “Well go ahead, Alan,” I said. He nervously climbed onto the bed and got between her legs. His breath was heavy, as he gingerly laid a hand on her thigh. Lucy’s right hand reached forward and grabbed ahold of his cock. “Oh god,” he moaned. She reached up and took his glasses off and set them on the nightstand. Then she reached around his head and pulled his lips to hers. She stroked him as they kissed again and again. I leaned against the wall, watching. My cock pulsed in my pants, begging for release. My stomach ached with anticipation. Alan broke their kiss as she guided him inside her. “Oh my god,” he panted, “oh my god.” I drew in several deep breaths and rubbed myself through my pants. “Uhhh . . . you are so big,” Lucy said, softly. Alan thrust into her and she yelped. “Go slow, go slow,” she said, pushing back on his abdomen a little. “You’re much bigger than my husband.” My throat tightened. I was so jealous of his big cock. Watching him my wife made me horny in a way I couldn’t quite comprehend. Alan went very slow. “Do you . . . like it?” he asked. “Uh-huh,” she nodded, panting. “Your cock feels amazing.” He gave her a gentle thrust. He had about half of it inside her. He slowly pushed more into her. “Ennh, that’s my limit,” she said. He was about three quarters of the way inside her. “You can go a little faster, just try not to go any further than that, okay?” Alan nodded. He took a deep breath and sped up a little. “This is a skill you are going to need to know with that big dick of yours,” Lucy panted. I unzipped my pants. I was already slick with precum. I stroked my swollen dick, manically. Alan thrust in and out of her a little faster. Lucy’s nostrils flared as she drew in quick breaths. “Oh god,” she murmured. She took Alan’s hand and put it on her breast. “Ummm . . .” he moaned, groping her tit. “Faster, Alan,” she panted. He sped up and it sent her over the edge. “Oh fuck,” she gasped. Her body was shaking. I couldn’t believe what his cock was doing to her. “Oh, I’m cumming!” she cried. She gasped and panted and Alan kept sliding his big cock in and out of her. “Oh god,” he groaned, “I’m gonna cum, too!” “Don’t stop,” she said, gripping his ass and pulling him deeper into her. “ . . . just cum inside me.” Alan gave her three more thrusts and then let out a loud groan. “Oh yeah,” Lucy moaned, “fill me up!” Alan groaned and gave her several more slow thrusts as he emptied his balls inside her. I watched the two of them, my cock aching for release. He just sat there, buried inside her. “That was . . . so amazing,” he panted. “Thank you.” He looked over at me. “Thank you both so much.” Lucy lifted her lips to his. They kissed for a minute and then he finally pulled out. He started to gather his clothes. “You don’t have to go,” Lucy said. She motioned to the bed and he sat back down. I got my clothes off as fast as I could and climbed on top of Lucy. I pressed my chest against her big breasts and we kissed. I could feel her heart, still beating fast. I felt her hand on my cock. Alan laid on the bed next to us. He watched intently as I slipped my cock into her pussy. “Oh my god,” I groaned. She was loose and well lubricated with Alan’s sperm. She kissed me and her hips bucked upwards against my eager cock. “Oh my god,” I said again. She turned her head and looked at Alan. “I can hardly feel him, after you,” she said. “Oh fuck,” I panted. She thrust her pussy upward, working my cock. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” I groaned and my cock started to pump a second load into her pussy. “. . . That was quick, honey,” she said as I rolled off. “I know, I know.” She cuddled up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “. . . Do you think Alan and I could have round two after dinner?” she asked. I grinned and felt a stirring in my limp cock.