28 comments/ 132992 views/ 22 favorites All Class Reunion By: Kathi Things hadn't been good since she got pregnant. Instead of being a happy time while we anticipated a new baby, our three-year old marriage seemed to be going downhill. Our sex life was never the best but I had reconciled myself to the fact that she had some issues and that I couldn't change her. She refused to go to counseling and I had stopped talking about what I considered the issues. I made the mistake of trying some oral sex during the first few days of our marriage. I quickly found out that it, too, was out of the question. She had confessed to me that when she was a cheerleader, a football player had forced her to suck his cock and that he had cum in her mouth before he raped her. According to her that was the only time that she had sex with anyone but me. She said that if she performed oral sex on me that it would be too traumatic for her. She wouldn't let me go down on her for the same reason. Our hometown was only about three-hours away and she visited her mother a few times a year. About six months ago she went to her mother's for a weekend. She was invited to a wedding of a friend of hers and I couldn't attend so she went alone. She called me on Sunday night and told me that she had gotten ill at the wedding reception and that she would not be home until Monday or Tuesday night. I didn't think anything about it but when I called to see how she was doing on Monday afternoon, her mother told me that she had left early in the morning to go and visit a girlfriend of hers. She called me on Monday night and told me that her girlfriend had taken her to see her doctor and that she was feeling better. The doctor had told her it sounded like a touch of food poisoning and that she would be back home Tuesday afternoon. It was around midnight before she showed up. Her mother had told me that she had left in the morning and that she thought she was on her way home. I had tried her cell phone but I kept getting her voice mail. She finally returned my call about 6 p.m. and told me that she and some of her girlfriends had gone out to lunch and that they were having such a good time that she decided to stay for dinner. She looked worn out when she walked in the door and she went right into the shower and then to bed. I tried to cuddle with her but she wouldn't let me. She said she was too tired. The next morning I woke up to her naked body pressed against mine. She said that she missed me and that she was sorry that she was so tired the night before. We started making love and when I reached for a condom in the nightstand she told me that we didn't need one since it was her safe time. I couldn't remember her schedule but I believed her and we made love without a condom. Three weeks later she told me that she was pregnant and she blamed me because I didn't use a condom the morning after she came home from her mothers. It's now six months later and we have barely spoken to each other for three days. We've been leaving for work each morning without a kiss and in separate cars. She goes to bed around eight in the evening and she is asleep, or pretending to be asleep, by the time that I go to bed. The fight started when we received an invitation to her high school's All Class reunion. We did not attend the same high school but I knew some of her classmates and some of my friends had married classmates of hers. I wanted to go and she didn't. Since it had been six months since she visited her mother, I thought that she would be anxious to go. As usual, I was wrong again. I told her that I wanted to attend since I had some time that I could take and that I was anxious to see some of my old friends. "No! We're not going. I'm too fat and too ugly," she said as she indicated her body swollen with pregnancy. "I don't want anyone to see me looking like this. I've gained forty pounds." "You're six months pregnant! You're supposed to look like that," I retorted before I realized my error. She slammed her fork down on the dinner table and burst into tears. "See! You think I'm fat and ugly too." No amount of talking would placate her. She rejected my attempts to hold her and no matter how many times I told her that I didn't mean it the way that it sounded she refused to listen. Then the silent treatment started. She stopped cooking and if there was dinner it was carryout that she had picked up on the way home. We ate separately with her standing in the kitchen and me watching the television news in the family room. Life eased up a little on the fourth day when I came home to the smell of cooking food and she greeted me with a friendly "Hi" but no kiss. During dinner she told me that a friend of hers from high school had called and that she had decided to go to the reunion after all. "I can fix myself up and get a new maternity outfit," she said. "I guess I'm overreacting. It must be my hormones or something." "Who called?" I asked. "One of your girlfriends from your class." "No, not from my class," she answered. That night she stayed awake until after the ten o'clock news and we went to bed together. She was in bed when I came out of the bathroom and when I rolled over to kiss her goodnight I found that she was naked under the covers. We made love as best as we could. She didn't like me to touch her breasts because they had become sensitive in the last month or so. Her breasts had nearly doubled in size and her nipples and aureoles had turned almost black. Although it was unusual, and I didn't think about it at the time, I found that she was already wet when I fingered her and she had a quick orgasm just from my fingers on her clitoris. She would only let me enter her from behind with her resting on her side. She lifted her leg and guided me in with her fingers. I was barely in before she immediately began grunting and pushing back against me until she had another orgasm a few seconds later. Now, that was unusual. We had gone from almost no sex for the last six weeks to her having multiple orgasms. In about the fourth month of her pregnancy, she had started to complain that I hurt her if I went in too far or if I moved too fast or too hard so our sex life was almost nil. She had taken to laying still and letting me masturbate myself between her legs as I lay behind her. With those cautions in mind, I tried to be as gentle as possible but she would have none of it and she kept pushing herself back against me until she had me in her as far as I could go. I didn't last long since I had been without sex and without any real participation from her for so long. She came again when I did. "Are you all right?" I asked." "Ow! My belly hurts. I got a cramp when I came." "Which time?" I laughed. "What's going on with you?" "Nothing!" she said defensively. "Can't a fat, pregnant woman enjoy herself too?" She rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom holding her panties between her legs. "I'm sorry," she told me when she returned. "I didn't mean that." She kissed me and turned over and went to sleep. Life returned to almost normal over the next few weeks. She was preparing for the reunion and she seemed happy. She bought some new clothes that I only got to see on the hanger since she didn't want to wear them until the reunion. She would let me fuck her every two or three days and about once a week she would get that wild hair up her pussy and she would have two or three orgasms. I came home from work one night and she was on the telephone when I walked in the door. She was slumped down on the sofa with her feet up on the coffee table and her hand up under her dress. As soon as she saw me she pulled her hand out, sat up and ended the conversation. "Who was that?" I asked her. "Just someone about the reunion," she said. "Anybody I know?" I asked. "No, I don't think you ever met him," she answered. "Him?" I asked. "Actually the husband of a girlfriend of mine. She wasn't home when I called," she replied. "I'm going to take a shower. We're having hot dogs tonight. How about putting some on the grill while I'm in the shower?" I started the gas grill and got the hot dogs out. Out of curiosity, I started to page back through the Caller ID recorder on the kitchen counter. The last call that came in had an area code from our hometown and it was the call she was on when I came home from work. Paging back through the calls I found the same number about every other day until the ID recorder ran out of storage space. Whoever she was talking to had made the call. She hadn't called him. I almost redialed the number to see whom it was that she was talking with before I talked myself out of it. I trusted her and I didn't want to start projecting anything that would lead to another fight. "Sweetheart?" she called from upstairs. "Turn off the grill and come up her a minute will you please?" I did as she asked and when I got upstairs she was sitting on the edge of the bed with a towel over her shoulders. "Rub my back for me, please?" she asked. "I've got a pain right between my shoulder blades and it's killing me." I knelt on the bed behind her and kneaded her back. She often had a sore back since she started gaining so much weight and I would rub it out for her. After a few minutes she said that it felt better and she lay back down with her feet on the floor. "Rub my feet for me?" she asked. "They're killing me." I sat on the floor and began to rub her feet. She moaned with pleasure and lifted her foot and put it onto my shoulder. I found myself looking at her pussy as she slid her foot and leg back and forth over my shoulder. "My calf is sore too," she hinted and lifted her foot out of my hand and extended it so that I was holding her calf. This was uncharted territory for me. I thought that she was coming on to me but I didn't want to do anything that would upset her. I was trying to figure out what to do next when she made the decision for me. Hooking her foot against the back of my neck she pulled my head towards her crotch. I couldn't see her face over her belly but I heard her sigh. I let go of her leg and I kissed the inside of her thigh. She responded by lifting both legs and resting her feet on my shoulders. Pulling me towards her with her feet she made it clear what she wanted me to do. I kissed my way up her thigh until I could smell her aroma. She was excited and wet. Her lips were engorged and the smell of her sex filled my nostrils. I tentatively tasted her with my tongue and she reacted by moaning and pulling me harder against her with her feet. This was all new to me but I didn't hesitate as I licked her up and down. She was pushing down on my shoulders in order to get her pelvis up off of the bed and make it easier for me to reach her pussy. My tongue found her clitoris and I followed it with my lips until I was gently sucking it. She screamed and her body quaked with her orgasm. "Oh god! Oh god! Do it again," she said. I couldn't believe that this was the same woman who until recently barely let me touch her. Pushing her thighs apart with my hands I slobbered her pussy with kisses and licks and sucks until she came again with a loud moan that was almost a scream. Levering herself up on the bed she rolled on her side and held her leg up as she said, "Do me! Do me now! Please?" "'Do me?' Where did that come from," I thought to myself. I don't remember getting my pants off but my cock found the mark and I was soon pumping in and out of her pussy. She was pushing back against me and we both came in a blasting orgasm that left us panting for breath. "Wow!" I said. "Now that was sure new and exciting." She didn't answer me but she rolled out of the other side of the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower start again and I opened the door a crack to see her standing in front of the mirror holding her breasts up with her hands. "Shall I start the hot dogs?" I asked. "Yes, please," she responded and stepped into the shower closing the door behind her. She was a little distant and thoughtful when she came down for dinner and I didn't press her or mention anything about what had happened. We left in the late morning for the reunion. We had decided to stay at a hotel since we would probably be getting in late and we didn't want to disturb her mother. The new maternity outfit was one of those two-piece affairs and the top showed a lot of cleavage. She looked good with her new, short haircut and in full makeup. "It's too hot to wear these," she said and reaching up under her skirt she wiggled her pantyhose down over her hips. "Pull these off for me, please?" she said and sat on the bed. I unstrapped her shoes, removed her pantyhose, and replaced her shoes. "Do you know where this place is," I asked as we walked out of the hotel. "I have the map they sent us. It's not far," she replied. The reunion was being held in a new restaurant with an attached hall and there must have been over 500 people there. Most everybody was drinking but she wouldn't touch it because of the baby. She appeared to be having a good time as she circulated among her friends. I didn't get any inkling that she was worried about her looks or her weight. I wandered around and talked to some of her friends that I could recognize. No one from my high school was there so I was sort of lost until I found the "spouses' lounge" out in bar. The spouses who felt left out because they didn't know anyone were gathering there to sit and talk. I joined them and the time flew by pretty fast. After a while, I walked back into the hall to look for her but I couldn't find her until I spotted her on the dance floor. She was dancing with a big guy. He was taller and broader than I was and they were dancing as close as they could get with her belly in the way. She was sort of turned sideways and she had her head resting on his chest. When I had asked her to dance she had told me that she did not feel like it but she appeared to be enjoying herself now. She had been a popular cheerleader in high school and I knew that she felt fat and ugly now. I was glad that someone had asked her to dance to bolster her morale. I went back to our table and sat with some people and nursed my drink. I started talking to a guy and we hit it off pretty well. Our conversation died out and when I looked again I couldn't find her on the dance floor. My ears picked up some bits of conversation from the next table. "I wonder where his wife is?" said a woman's voice. "He said that she had to work but I don't think they are living together any more," another voice replied. "By the looks of the two of them they picked up right where they left off," said the first woman. I didn't know who they were talking about but it sounded interesting so I tuned in to the conversation. "I heard that once he got to her that he made her do the whole football team," one of the woman whispered. "Do you mean she screwed all of them?" the other woman whispered back. "No! I understand that she sucked them off so much that the coach wouldn't let his team anywhere near her during the last half of the season." "That's not true! I know that she had a reputation but she wasn't that bad," the first woman said in a defensive tone. "Well they're gone and she looks like she's seven or eight months pregnant. I wonder if they're fucking right now." "Shush! Someone will hear you," the first woman admonished. "I saw them go outside a few minutes ago. They are probably just getting some air." Were they talking about my wife? The blood rushed to my head and I could feel my ears burning. I felt lightheaded and I got up from the table so fast that I kicked over a chair. "Sorry," I said and picked up the chair. I found the side door to the hall and I walked outside. There were a few people out there having a cigarette and talking. I walked around the side of the building and no one was around. I continued walking and found a little picnic area at the edge of the parking lot. It was almost pitch dark but I could hear voices. I carefully walked towards the voices and as my eyes got accustomed to the dark I could see someone on a picnic table. "Oh god! Oh god! Suck them harder!" my wife's voice said. I felt lightheaded and I held onto a fence for support. I could see them in the near darkness. She was standing with her ass on the edge of a table and leaning back on the table supporting herself with her arms. The top of her maternity outfit was bunched up under he chin and her bra was hanging loose. A man was sucking on her left nipple as he mauled her right one with his hand. "Stand up," she gasped and pushed him away. Reaching down she pulled up her skirt and bunched it around here waist. Holding onto his shoulder she said, "Help me up on the table." He put his arms around her and lifted her up until she was sitting on the table. She laid back and raised her legs straight out in front of her. "Take them off," she ordered. He pulled her panties down and tossed them onto the table next to her. Raising her knees as close to her big belly as she could get them, she said, "Now! Dammit! Now! Do me! Do me!" The "Do me" rang a bell with me. That was the same term she had used the other night after her telephone call. He knelt down between her legs and started to suck on her cunt. He had to practically bend himself backwards in order to get his head back far enough to clear her belly but he managed to do it and he was slurping away. She was rolling her head from side to side and moaning. She was never a talker during our sex. She bent her elbows and lay flat on her back on the table as she came. When she lay down she grabbed her belly with both hands like it was hurting her to come so hard. He stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He stepped right in between her legs and tried to get it in her. After several tries she reached around her belly and guided him into her cunt. I could see her engagement ring diamond flash in the dim light. He shoved himself balls deep into her cunt. It didn't seem to hurt her as she pulled him in as far as she could get him with the heels of her shoes on his ass. Those same shoes that I had strapped on her feet just a few hours ago. "Oh God! Oh God! It's so good. It's even better than the last time! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Grabbing her tits he squeezed and kneaded them. She put her hands on top of his and helped him to squeeze them. She didn't seem to be in any pain. What happened to her sensitive tits? They both came together in about a minute. She grabbed her belly again when she came but she kept pulling him in to her with her heels. After they came she lay there for a few seconds and then pushed him away. She practically fell off of the table as she scrambled to get her bra and panties back on and her dress straightened out. He zipped himself up and stood there and watched her. She got her panties on one leg but she couldn't bend down to get them over her other foot so she asked him to help her. He put her foot into the hole and pulled them up for her. He tried to get his hands back up under her dress but she slapped them and said she would do it. She was crying and saying she did not know what came over her. "I swore I'd never do it again," she sobbed. "Get out of here!" she told him. "Get out of here!" I watched him as he went towards the parking lot and I went back into the hall. She returned about ten minutes later. She looked all right but I could tell she had been crying. I asked her if she wanted to dance a slow dance. I thought to myself that this might be the last dance that we ever do together. She did not want to but I insisted and we danced side by side because I couldn't get my arms around her with her belly sticking out. She was clinging to me for dear life and I asked her what was wrong. All Class Reunion Ch. 02 Please see "All Class Reunion" in the Loving Wives category for the first part of this story. The funeral home was quiet. The only sound was the soft music playing through unseen speakers. It was a typical funeral home atmosphere. Overdone with velvet and gold paint. It was cool inside but the air conditioning could not eliminate a damp and musty smell. It had been more than a year since I had been in my hometown. The last time that I visited was the day that the baby was born. My wife's mother had called earlier that morning to tell me that my wife had gone into early labor. By the time that I arrived at the hospital she had given birth and when I walked into her hospital room she was sitting up in bed holding the little boy. I instantly knew that it was not mine. It looked nothing like me or my wife. It looked like the Jock that she had fucked. I told her that I wanted a DNA test to prove paternity and then I turned and walked out of the room. It took another day before I could schedule an appointment with the hospital's clinic and after letting them take a sample from the inside of my cheek, I left without seeing her or the baby again. On my way back home, I stopped in to see her mother and to tell her that I didn't believe the baby was mine and to inform her that I was going to file for a divorce. She told me that she was sorry that things had turned out the way that they did but that she was not surprised about my decision to divorce her daughter. She said that things hadn't been going well and that her daughter had moved into an apartment with him. His wife had left him when word got around about what had happened. She suspected that he was abusing her. She had come back home the week before with bruises on her arms. Her mother didn't believe the story that the bruises were from him picking her up after she tripped and fell. I told her that I was sorry to hear that but that I didn't feel any sympathy for her. I left after telling her to call me if she needed anything. She never called me but I heard the news the day before yesterday when my ex-sister called to tell me that their mother had died. Now, 14-months later I was back. The DNA test had confirmed my suspicions and the divorce was final about two month's ago. I had immersed myself in my work and I found that I practically lived at the office. There were only a few people in the funeral home. It was the afternoon viewing and I had arrived early with the plan of paying my respects and heading back home. I had always liked my mother. We always got along fine and I'm sure that part of the reason for her dying could be attributed to the stress of dealing with her daughter's problems. I signed the guest book and turned to leave just as my ex-wife and her sister walked through the door. I had been hoping to get away before the family arrived but there was no way out now. She stopped in her tracks when she saw me standing by the entrance to the parlor. Her sister came to me and held out her hand. I pulled her to me and hugged her and told her that I was sorry for her loss. "How are you doing?" she asked. "Fine," I replied. "I'm OK." My ex-wife stood quietly behind her sister. She had lost a great deal of weight and she was wearing sunglasses and a long-sleeved black blouse and slacks. I wondered how she could see in the dim interior of the funeral home and why was she wearing long sleeves in 90-plus degree weather. A glance confirmed that she was not wearing a wedding ring. "Hello," she said. "I'm sorry about your mother," I told her. "She was a fine woman and I'm sorry that she is gone." "Thank you," she replied. "How are you doing?" "Fine, just fine," I answered. Several people had entered the funeral home and we were blocking the entrance to the viewing room. Her sister took my arm and led me back inside where we stood in front of the casket. I moved aside to let the other people view the body. I felt a little awkward about leaving so soon so I decided to stay a while longer and I found a seat on one of the folding chairs that were lined up in rows in the small room. One of the women stepped away from the group at the side of the casket. At first, I thought that she was a young girl. She couldn't have been much more than five-foot tall. She turned towards me, smiled and walked to where I was sitting. "How are you?" she said, holding out her hand. "It's been years since I've seen you." I stood and took her hand. She had her hair in a sort of ponytail and she looked familiar but I couldn't place her. "You don't remember me, do you?" "I'm sorry, I don't," I replied. "I was two year's behind you in school. I was the head cheerleader the year that you graduated." I wasn't much into sports in high school and after she introduced herself I still couldn't place her. She seemed nervous and as she chattered away I heard that she was recently divorced and had just moved out of her mother's house and into her own apartment. "I feel like I'm a teenager again!" she said. We chatted about the town and how much it had changed in the past years. She told me that she worked as a secretary in a branch bank and that she didn't have any children. It was getting late and I was getting hungry. I was enjoying her company since I hadn't talked this long with a woman, outside of workplace subjects, for over a year. Looking up at the family around the casket she said, "She doesn't look well, does she?" "Do you mean my ex-wife?" I asked. "Yes. I've heard that the police are regular visitors to their apartment. I'll bet that's why she's wearing those long sleeves and sunglasses. I don't' know where he is. He should be here with her." "Are they living together?" I asked and immediately regretted appearing as if I was still interested in her well-being. "That's what I hear," she whispered. "It reminds me of my marriage. I waited too long to get a divorce. I should have left him a long time before I got up the nerve to do it!" "Were you in an abusive relationship?" "Yes," she said. "He stopped being nice to me a few months after we were married." Her body suddenly shuddered and she wrapped her arms around herself as if she was chilled. "I'm sorry," she said and grasped my forearm. "I still get that feeling of fear when I remember what it was like." "Would you like to go somewhere and get a cup of coffee or something to eat," I asked. She stared at me for such a long moment that I thought that she was going to refuse my invitation. "Sure. Do you want to follow me or shall we ride together?" "I plan on driving back tonight so I'll follow you. I can leave straight from the restaurant." Dinner was nice. I enjoyed her company and we tried, without too much success, to keep our conversation away from the subject of our ex-spouses. She had been the head cheerleader in high school and she went steady with the school's star Jock. They had gotten married less than a year after graduation and things went down hill from that point. He couldn't handle his sudden anonymity after being the center of attention all through high school. He suddenly found himself just another slob working at a nothing job. She worked as a waitress several nights a week as well as on some weekends. He wanted to party at night but she couldn't because of her working hours. After the first few months he wasn't always there to greet her when she came home from work at ten o'clock at night. He began drinking and he became abusive when he was drunk. At first, he would only yell at her but as his drinking got worse he would push her now and then. One night he came home drunk and demanded sex. She refused and he slapped her and forced himself on her. Afterwards he told her that he liked it that way because she felt tighter and he could get off better. "He told me that if I was wet, he couldn't feel anything and he liked it better when I was dry. It hurt when he did it that way and I began to keep a tube of KY Jelly hidden under the mattress on my side of the bed. If I could put just a little on me before he entered me it wouldn't hurt too much. If he noticed that I wasn't dry he would slap me and tell me that if I wasn't careful he would have to kill me before he fucked me!" She was clearly embarrassed and she had tears running down her cheeks as she looked down at the table. "I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. I've never told anyone else about it before!" I held her hands in mine and dabbed at her tears with my napkin. "I don't mind, it's better to tell someone than to keep it all bottled up inside." "One night he saw me getting the KY and he really started hitting me. He threatened to do it in my other place if I told anyone or if I tried to use it again. I managed to stay away from him as much as possible after that. I told him that they had changed my shift and I couldn't get off until midnight. I still got off at ten but I would either sit around the restaurant and talk or drive around by myself until I had to go home. Most nights he was already drunk and passed out before I got home. I'd sleep on the couch and I would pretend to be asleep when he got up to go to work the next morning." The waiter was giving us the eye. He had been back to our table two or three times after we got the check to ask us if we needed anything else. "Well, I'd better be going. It's a three-hour drive and it's getting late. I'll get a coffee to go." "I'm not sure why I'm doing this but do you want to go back to my apartment and have a cup of coffee? I'll make you another one for the drive home." I must admit that the first thing that flashed across my mind was sex. I hadn't been with a woman since my ex-wife and I was getting tired of masturbating. "You dirty old man," I admonished myself. "OK, but only for a little while. I've got to get going." "Follow me," she laughed. "It's not far." Her apartment was actually a cute little bungalow behind her landlord's house. It had been converted from a one-car garage and it was tiny. I settled down on the sofa since it was the only comfortable looking chair type piece of furniture in the combination kitchen/living room. There was a stool next to the kitchen counter and an end table, coffee table, and a television made up the rest of the room's furniture. "I plan on buying some more furniture when I can afford it," she laughed. "I wasn't paying rent when I was living with my mother." She bustled around getting the water and the coffee grounds ready. "I have to change. I can't stand these pantyhose any longer. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home." She disappeared through the doorway next to the kitchen sink. I figured that the bedroom had to be smaller than this room unless it was a very long garage. I heard the coffee pot beep and got up to see if I could help. I found the cream in the nearly empty refrigerator and the sugar was in a bowl on the counter. I had two cups poured when she came back into the room. She had changed into a skirt and blouse and she was barefoot. The toenails on her tiny feet were painted the same color pink as her fingernails. "How domestic of you!" she laughed. "I've been alone for so long that I don't think twice about it anymore," I replied. "She sounds like a fun person," I thought. We sat and talked some more. I wanted to prolong it but I had to get going before I got too tired to drive home. "I'll take that coffee to go now," I said. "Sure, let me get it for you," she replied and bent to pick up my cup and saucer from the coffee table. She tripped over my feet and ended up sitting sideways in my lap. She barely weighed anything. "Nothing like being forward," she giggled. "My mother would never approve." Her nearness triggered something in me and I put my hand on her waist and leaned towards her. Our faces were only inches apart and we looked at each other for a moment. As if on cue, our eyes looked down at each other's lips and then back up. She moved and I moved and our lips touched. The kiss was soft and sweet. She kept her hands in her lap and I kept my hand on her waist. We parted and moved a little back from each other. Her tongue came out and touched her upper lip. "That was nice. Let's do it again," she breathed as she moved in for another kiss. Her arm slid under mine and she snuggled against my chest. I tightened my arm around her waist and my other hand ended up holding the outside of her thigh. This kiss was longer and a little more intense. I was debating with myself about where my tongue should be when she solved my dilemma for me. I felt her lips open a tiny bit and the tip of her tongue touched my lips. My tongue followed and I could taste the coffee in her mouth. She tasted sweet and we gently caressed each other's tongues and lips until we were both panting onto each other's faces. "My mother would definitely not approve of this," she said and she kissed me again. I was getting hard and she giggled and snorted against my face when she felt it. "You like me too, don't you?" she whispered into my mouth while squirming her butt against my rapidly stiffening erection. My hand migrated from her thigh to her breast. Her breasts were as tiny as she was. I felt the padding of her bra as I gently fondled her. She giggled again. "Not much there is there? Here, let me help," she said as she unbuttoned her shirt. She opened her front-clasp bra and snuggled back against my chest. "There! They are all yours, what there is of them. Please be gentle." I was gentle. Her breasts were just tiny mounds but I was obviously doing something right because she purred and pushed herself against my hand when I teased her nipples. Our kisses were still gentle but mostly wet as we alternately sucked and pressed our flattened tongues against one another's. It was time for more exploring and she must have agreed because she spread her thighs to allow easy access when my fingers moved down over her little belly and up under her skirt. Her panties were soaking wet. I moved my fingers against the slippery nylon and she hunched herself up to give me more room to play. "My place may be small but I do have bed," she said. I didn't even answer her but I just slid my arm under her knees and standing up I carried her into the bedroom. I stood her up on the bed and she was still not tall enough for me to kiss her without bending down. She was removing her clothes and I was following suit while we tried to keep a kiss going. It was no use and she got naked before I got my shoes and socks off. "I haven't been with a man since I was married," she confessed. "Please make love to me and don't hurt me." "I won't hurt you," I replied and we lay together on our sides with our arms around each other. We explored each other's bodies while continuing our never-ending kiss. "Now, please! Now!" she demanded and unwrapping herself from me she lay back and brought her knees almost up to her chest while spreading her knees almost flat out to the sides. She was so tiny that her I had to be careful not to smother her against my lower chest. I held my upper body off of her as I settled between her thighs. She reached down and held me in her little hand. She brought her other hand down between us and cupped my balls. Looking down between us she said, "Make love to me!" With both of her hands on my erection she rubbed it up and down against herself before wrapping her legs around mine and pulling me towards her so that she could insert the head into her pussy. She pulled herself up against me with her legs and engulfed me. I tried to hold back but I only lasted about 20-seconds before I came. I wasn't too quick for her because she came at the same time. Afterwards we lay with our arms around each other. She had my semi-erect cock trapped between her thighs and she was sliding them back and forth, stroking me back to hardness. "Roll over onto your back. I want to do it again," she said and pushed against my chest. Squatting over me she reached down to guide me into herself as she lowered onto my cock. When our pubic hair met, she rested her hands on my chest and began moving on me. She used my full length as her body rose and fell. The squishing sounds of our juices and the aroma of her sex brought me quickly to another orgasm. Her cunt squeezed me in a vice grip and she fell onto my chest. I could feel her nipples poking into my stomach as we lay with our sweat-covered bodies pressed tightly together. She raised her head and rested her chin on my breastbone. I caressed her back and shoulders as she looked up at me and said, "I wonder if we are somehow related." I was puzzled by her comment. "What do you mean?" "You haven't figured it out yet, have you?" I was still puzzled. "Figured what out?" My hands froze on her shoulders when she said, "I don't know exactly how to tell you this, but here goes – my ex-husband is the father of your ex-wife's son." "You mean, you're...you're...," I groped for words. "Yep! What goes around comes around, if you know what I mean." I pulled her up so that I could kiss her through our laughter. All Class Reunion "Nothing!" she said. "I just don't feel good." Back in our hotel room she took a bath and we laid down on the bed for a nap. After she fell asleep, I got up and found her panties in the plastic laundry bag. They were soaked with her juice and I could smell semen on them. Walking back out into the room I held her panties up between my thumb and my forefinger. She opened her eyes when she heard me and when she saw the panties she sat up in bed with her hands to her face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she said between her sobs. She confessed the whole thing and told me how sorry she was but that when the guy came on to her she felt like she was back in high school and beautiful once again. "Is this the same guy that you fucked when you went to the wedding without me?" I asked her accusingly. "Tonight you told him that it was even better than the last time. Was the wedding the last time you fucked?" She had a look of total fear on her face when she realized that I knew what she had said when they were fucking just a short time ago. "How...how…?" she stuttered. "How do I know what you said? I know because I watched you spread your legs for that rotten bastard. I watched the whole thing and it sickened me. That was my baby that he was knocking his cock against." A sudden realization took hold of me. "That's not my baby! Is it you slut? You fucked him bareback and got yourself pregnant than you tried to blame it on me. You fucking slut," I yelled. I wanted to hit her but I just turned away and started throwing my clothes into the suitcase. She was sobbing and crying as she stood up and tried to hold me. I pushed her back down onto the bed and I told her that I didn't know what I was going to do but that I couldn't make a decision now. "Call you mother and tell her to come and get you," I told her. "I'm going back home to think." "Please," she begged. "Don't do this to me. I'm sorry." "Don't do this to you? You slut! I didn't do anything. You did it to yourself and to me! You're sorry you got caught! You're not sorry it happened," I replied. "I am, I am," she sobbed. "I don't know what came over me. What am I going to do? Our marriage, our baby, my job! What will I tell my mother?" "Whosever baby it is will be fine and you were going to go out on maternity leave next week anyway. Call your boss and tell him that you have a problem and that you have to leave early. Yeah, tell him your problem is that you can't keep your legs together for whatever old football jock wants to crawl in between them!" I was packing while I was talking and I was ready to go. She was still sitting on the bed. I was standing in the doorway when I said, "Call your mother and tell her whatever you want to tell her," I'm leaving. "If your mother is not home call your football boyfriend. He seems to know exactly what you need!" I reflected on the past few months as I drove down the Interstate towards home. All of the little, inconsequential, things that I dismissed as pregnancy related were in reality a plan by my wife to be unfaithful. I wasn't sure if it started out that way but she allowed it to continue with the end result of her fucking an old high school sweetheart with his baby, my baby, or someone's baby, in her belly. Her wild mood swings and her sudden interest in active sex probably came after each time she talked with him on the telephone. The vision of the time when I caught her with her feet on the coffee table and her hand up her skirt now come back to me. She was having phone sex with that shit head and I interrupted them. "What's next," I thought to myself. "Maybe I was a little too harsh with those last words that I said to her. We'll see. We'll see."