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Kim?! Without thinking, I stepped forward.
    A hand pushed me in the middle of the chest and I went sprawling backward. “Piss off,” the black guy told me. “I ain’t tellin’ you again. Don’t make me kick your ass.”
    And then it got worse. Antonio tilted his head and looked at me, as I lay on the ground. “Hey...don’t I know you? Weren’t you at college with us? Lew. Louie... Louis?!”
    The black guy just frowned.
    “You remember,” said Antonio, punching his arm. “Little wimpy kid. We caught him with that porn mag one time.”
    I bristled. I remembered that. They’d shaken out my bag all over the grassy quad, right in front of a gaggle of girls. The porn mag I was carrying to swap with Hugo had gone blowing across the grass, with me chasing after it, red-faced, the derisive shouts of the girls in my ears.
    “No way did you wind up with Kim,” the black guy told me. “You’re probably her stalker or somethin’. Shit, I should kick your ass just for sayin’ that you’re with her.”
    I slowly stood up, shaking my head in dismay. When I’d decided to come to the reunion, I’d imagined these guys gasping in awe when I walked in with Kim, almost not believing that I’d wound up with her. It had never occurred to me that they’d literally not believe it, and that my stupid plan would trap me outside while Brad seduced my wife inside.
    The black guy did a mock-lunge towards me and I jerked back. Both guys laughed. And from inside the frat house came another huge cheer.
    What the hell was I going to do?

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
    I slunk out of the gate and pretended to be walking off down the street, thinking hard. Brad and Kim hadn’t looked around--they didn’t even know I’d followed them to the frat house. My wife thought I was heading home on my own. And that meant she’d feel free to do whatever she liked with her ex-boyfriend. Hell, even if she didn’t do anything, I’d never be sure.
    I had to know. I had to get in there.
    I went down the street a few more houses and then cut across a darkened yard. I nearly tripped over a hosepipe in the gloom and then struggled to get over the fence at the rear, but then there was a little more light from the streetlights and I managed to scuttle across the lawn. Soon, I was behind Brad’s frat house. The back door was closed and probably locked, so I crept around to the side.
    I peeked through a window and caught my breath as I saw my wife dancing with Brad. Although dancing is a polite word for it. She had her back pressed to his front, her ass grinding against his groin. Her eyes were closed and the two of them were flexing sinuously together. His arms were around her waist and, every now and then, he’d sneak his hands up to her breasts and smooth the material of her dress over them. She’d sort of squirm in his grasp when he did that, grinding herself even harder against him. And every time her material tightened across her breasts, her nipples stood out, clearly visible even from a distance. Brad had left her bra on the library floor, I remembered.
    Everyone else was standing in a circle around the couple, clapping and cheering and--
    Wait.
    Where were all the women? What sort of a party was it where all the guests were men?!
    There were twenty or thirty of them, all roughly my age—so I guessed they were all ex-fraternity members. I watched, pale-faced, as they ran their eyes over my wife’s twisting body. The shape of her gorgeous breasts was obvious in the tight, halter-neck dress, but each time Brad ran his hands over them, they bulged even more alluringly. The guys were inching closer and closer. They wanted her...all of them. God, they all wanted to--
    I realized my cock was hard. What if I just stay here? a voice in my head whispered. What if I just stay here and watch? Watch as my wife was...what? Gang-banged? Surely it wouldn’t come to that. She wouldn’t do that...would she? And yet, judging by the expressions on the