25 comments/ 60081 views/ 18 favorites Another Class Reunion By: thecarolinadreamer Author's note: This is my first attempt to write a story with multiple viewpoints. While I welcome your comments on any aspect of my stories, I ask you to comment on my handling of the viewpoint presentation. I thank you in advance for taking time to read my efforts, for the mostly good votes on the taboo submissions and especially for the critical comments which helped me improve my writing. Please vote on every story you read. Your grade is the only measuring stick for authors to judge the quality of our work. The Carolina Dreamer * "But we just had a class reunion," Mike protested to his wife Susan. "Just had a reunion! Mike, it's been five years since our class met at Charlestown Landing." "Has it been that long?" Mike couldn't believe how fast the years had flown by. He still wasn't ready to accept defeat. Those German girls had teased him something awful without causing him to cross the line. Now that he was home and as horny as the stud at the nearby horse farm. He needed action. Hanging around the Edisto Center and Gardens for two days wasn't exactly what he had in mind. "I've been in Germany for six weeks; I was hoping to spend a week alone with you." "I know Honey, I want to spend some alone time too, but what could I do?" She pressed herself against him. She could feel the rock hard shaft pressing her lower abdomen through her light summer dress and the khaki pants he always wore when working. "Actually you have only yourself to blame." "Me? What did I do?" "Don't you remember? You had such a good time five years ago that you insisted that we make the fifteenth reunion a two-day affair at the Edisto Inn and Gardens. The committee agreed with you on the spot." "Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Mike gave her a big sheepish grin. "Guess I didn't count on it starting the day after I come home from a long trip packing a world record hard-on. "Maybe we can help it a little right now." She took his face in both hands, pulling him to her until their lips met. Mike got just a whiff of her perfume as he nibbled on her lower lip. He wasn't sure what her dress was made of but it was so thin he could clearly feel her panties when he grasped her behind with both hands. Unless she put on a slip he'd bet you could see her outline clearly, if she was between you and the sun. As he pulled her tightly against his pelvis she ground hers into him. "Wow! Is all this for me?" She worked her hand between their tightly pressed bodies and gave his shaft a couple strokes. "Does that feel good, baby?" "Uh-huh." Mike lifted her dress then with both hands he massaged her butts in the way he knew always drove her crazy. She responded by loosening his belt so she could get his pants down. "Come to Momma," she said, kneeling in front, pulling down his white briefs. His six and a half inches popped into freedom. Taking it in her hand, she flicked her tongue around the head several times and took it inside her mouth. She worked her mouth back and forth until he tried to push it deeper. "Hey! Watch it! That's no peppermint stick you got there, baby. Momma needs to breathe too." She stood up but still rubbed against him. "You might not have the longest dick on record but if it was any bigger around I couldn't give you head." All the time she talked, her left hand was working his uncircumcised foreskin across his glans. ***** Mike will be home soon, Susan thought as she checked everything one last time before closing the suitcase. It and the suit bag hanging over the door contained the sexiest outfits she owned. She couldn't wait until Mike saw her in the new dress she had purchased just for this trip. Sure, it was cut well above the knees but she had the legs for that. Truth be told, she'd like to see Brad Dormer's face when he saw her for the first time since high school. In school, she had a queen sized crush on him but he'd never given chubby little girls like her and her twin sister Sara a second glance. Well, he'd have a surprise when he walked into the convention room Saturday night. Both she and Sara had gotten serious about weight when they started college and the change had been remarkable. Now, with their blonde hair and shapely bodies, they never failed to turn men's head when they walked into a room. In her case all the men could do was look, but now Sara; Sara was a different story. Different, that is, if you could believe her tales of sexual tryst starting from their junior year in college. Sometimes Susan had her doubts. She loved Sara and the two of them were closer than most twins, but Susan had always been the leader with Sara following in her wake. Susan wondered how a girl who was like her in so many ways could be so wanton when it came to sex. Susan and Sara were identical twins, so identical not even her husband, Mike, could tell them apart. In college, they had often joked about switching places for a night so Susan could experience the wild life Sara enjoyed. Even after they were married, the girls had continued their fun. Once, when Mike wanted to go to a Clemson football game while Susan had her heart set on seeing a play at the Dock Street Theater, they had switched. Mike still didn't know it was Sara who spent the entire day with him. The only iffy part was when Mike wanted to get a room for the night instead of making the long drive back. Sara reported she had to do some fast talking to convince him they really needed to get back for church. Susan wasn't sure if Sara was joking or not when she said she almost carried the experiment all the way. She claimed she was tempted to see if Mike would know the difference between them in bed. Since Mike was a touchy feely kind of man, even in public, the girls agreed they had to do something to help Mike tell them apart. If not, Sara would most likely find Mike fondling her if they were ever in a room alone. That's when they agreed that anytime they were together, Susan would keep her hair in either a bun or a ponytail while Sara would wear hers shoulder length. That way Mike could always tell which twin was his. Susan checked her watch as she double checked again to be sure she hadn't forgot anything. Nope, she hadn't. If Mike's plane landed as scheduled, he should get home in plenty of time to shower and dress before Sara arrived. They planned to drive down to the Inn tonight so the girls could assure everything was ready when the others started arriving around mid-day tomorrow. She heard the front door slam and rushed to greet Mike. He was probably as horny as she was and she'd bet he had forgotten all about the reunion. **** Susan was unsurpassed when it came to oral sex, or at least she was the best Mike ever had. He never expected to find out if anyone was better either. Yet, even while she was flicking her tongue around his glans and pumping the shaft with her right hand, he found himself wondering how good Sara would be. From the way she talked she must be really something in bed. "Better stop, baby. I need to come so badly I don't think I can hold out much longer." He scooped into his arms and headed for their bedroom. "Hurry," Susan said as he dropped her on the bed and started shedding his clothes. While he was undressing she took off all but her bra and panties. For some reason she always insisted Mike take those off. He was glad to oblige. While still standing beside the bed, he unsnapped her bra and when her tits were free his mouth covered one while his hand massaged the other. He had the nipple, which he was teasing with his tongue, sticking out about a quarter inch when she tried to move his head to the other one. "This one is getting jealous," she whispered. Mike switched nipples, tugging and pulling on it until it stood out like its mate. Meantime, his hand was rubbing the inside of her thighs and mound. "Yes," she moaned. "That feels so good." Her hips were moving against his hand on every stroke. "Don't tease me so; I need you now." The slamming front door startled them out of their passion "Hey! Where are you guys? Sara's voice was loud enough to wake the dead. "Shit! I told Sara to meet us at five." Susan scrambled to pull on her housecoat while Mike grabbed his clothes and tried to make it to the bathroom in time. There was no doubt in either's mind that Sara would be barging into their bedroom any moment. "What's holding you up?" The door swung open and it was almost like Susan was looking at herself in the mirror. "I told you five. What are you doing here at four-thirty?" Susan pointed at the clock on the nightstand. "What's wrong?" Sara teased, "Did I break up a little Whoopee session?" She knocked on the bathroom door. "Come on out, Mike, I'll just wait here while you guys finish." "You wish." Mike was dressed in his pants when he opened the door. He gave Sara a bear hug and kissed her on the forehead. I bet you're dying to see a real stud in action, but you have to buy into the game for that." He loved to tease Sara, but right now, as he felt her body against his, he was sure it would take both Susan and Sara to relieve his aching balls. "Watch it, big boy. I just might take you up on that someday. What do you think, Susan? Think we double team him and show him just how he rates in the stud department?" Susan, who had started dressing, threw her housecoat at her. Two and a half hours later Mike was lugging their luggage from the car while the girls checked them in. As he entered the lobby another guest returned a luggage cart. "Thank God! I'm too pooped to drag all this up to our room," he muttered as he piled everything on the cart. His fatigue diminished when two young ladies of about eighteen walked into the lobby. Their tennis outfits fit across their tight little butts showing off their assets admirably. Mike couldn't help staring. His pants began to tent and the ache, which had disappeared during the long trip, returned. "Nice, huh?" He hadn't noticed the twins approaching. He turned at the sound of Susan's voice. "I hardly noticed." "I can see you didn't." Susan pointed to his crotch. "Come on. Romeo, let's get this stuff up to 201." She tossed him the key then she and Sara led the way making sure to add a little extra wiggle just to tease him. "Damn," he said. "Both of you know very well what the sight of your behinds do to me. Keep it up and I may have to ravish you both." "In your dreams, big boy," Sara retorted, treating him to an extra wiggle. Room 201 had a great view and two king beds. Sara grabbed the one next to the door leaving the one with the best view for Mike and Susan. After unpacking the girls suggested a swim before dinner. Sara changed in the bathroom while Mike and Susan changed together in the bedroom. Mike had his swimsuit on quickly and couldn't help but watch as Susan removed her bra and peeled her pink panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and flipped them at Mike, hitting him right in the face. He caught a whiff of her distinctive musky odor mixed with Windsong, Susan's favorite fragrance. "Oh no you don't." Susan pranced away when he reached for her. "If I don't hurry Sara will be dragging you to the pool before I'm ready. I'm not sure I trust you two alone, not as horny as you are." "Too late." Sara came out the bathroom wearing the skimpiest yellow bikini he'd ever seen. "Come on Mike." She caught his hand. "We'll get the first swim while slowpoke here finishes changing." Mike lagged behind Sara on the way to the pool. He couldn't take his eyes off her shapely bikini covered ass while it was swinging back and forth with each step she made. "Like what you see?" Sara added an exaggerated swing, knowing how it would affect Mike. He was her brother and she'd never do anything to hurt Susan, but if he wasn't; she'd go for him in a skinny minute. They had finished two laps when Mike saw Susan enter the pool area. Instead of joining them in the water she stopped to talk with a man relaxing in a lounge chair. The man got up and turned two chairs toward the water then invited Susan to join him. That's when Mike recognized him as Brad Dormer, his nemesis from high school. Brad was everything a high school boy wanted to be; star football player, owned a sporty car, looks that attracted girls like honey attracts flies, and most of all hung like a horse. Seeing Brad shower after a game, one of the guys said he'd sure love to see that piece of meat when it was angry. From that day on Brad was known to classmates as "Meat" Dormer. Mike was the exact opposite of Brad. He was a fair athlete, rode a bike or borrowed the family car, was tongue-tied around girls and played the class nerd to Brad's Mr. Cool. Brad never missed an opportunity to ridicule Mike and as was so common among teenagers their classmates all joined in for fear Brad and his little group of hip friends would turn on them. It wasn't until Mike joined the Marines and pulled a tour in Nam where he won a Silver Star that he finally lost his inferiority complex. The Hand to Hand combat training along with maturity had added weight and muscle. He looked so different that when Mike and Sara joined them Brad didn't recognize the kid he used to torment. Only after Susan introduced them as my sister Sara and my husband Mike Lover did the light of recognition register on Brad's face. "Oh yeah. I remember you now. Used to be a lot smaller, didn't you?" He stood and offered his hand. "I didn't recognize you until Susan said your name." He turned to Sara. "Wow! Sara, you're the spitting image of your sister and both of you are beautiful. Mike, how do you ever tell them apart?" He punched Mike lightly on the shoulder. "I guess you don't try, huh?" With anyone else the girls would have been insulted at the insinuation, but now both had a wide grin on their faces. Brad just had that ability. He could tell someone to, 'Go to Hell!' and have them looking forward to the trip. The four of them settled back to enjoy the South Carolina twilight and rehash old times. At least the girls and Brad rehashed the past; Mike mostly listened. One by one other couples drifted in and joined the bull session. Someone suggested ordering pizza, so they didn't break up until after midnight. "My lord, did you see Brad's thing; the way it bulged under his swimsuit, Susan?" Sara was all giggles as they made their way back to their room. Susan wasn't much better. She had clearly been impressed with Brad also. They were still discussing Brad's tall tales when Mike unlocked their door and ushered them inside. "Why were you so quiet tonight, Mike?" Sara asked as she flopped down on her bed. "Didn't you like hearing all about what others have been doing?" "Mike just doesn't care for Brad," Susan explained. "Don't you remember how he used to treat Mike when we were in school?" Then she turned to Mike. "Honey, that's all in the past. Brad has clearly changed. Now he's fun to be around. You need to forgive and forget," "I know, Meat sure seems to have changed, but we had a saying in the Marines; a tiger doesn't change his stripes." "Okay Mike, hold on to your grudges, if it makes you feel better." Susan turned on the TV. "Why don't you use the bathroom first then Sara and I can double up without worrying about leaving a big mess for you." "Wonder how Brad picked up the nickname of Meat." Mike heard Susan ask as he shut the bathroom door. Could she really be that unobservant? Heck, Sara had pointed it out earlier. He was still awake when Sara came out wearing the skimpiest gowns he'd ever seen on her. When she realized he was awake she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. In doing so she managed to brush her breast across his chest which caused old John to stiffen. It was like he was on a short fuse and ready to blow anytime. It wasn't going to get any better either. Susan sure wasn't going to give him any with Sara in the next bed. When Susan came to bed, her thin Teddy didn't hide any more than Sara's gown. She snuggled up to her husband, her back to his front, and felt his hand cup her breast. It felt wonderful and she fell asleep. Sleep didn't come so easy to the other two inhabitants of room 201. While Mike lay there, suffering from a case of blue balls, Sara was in the other bed remembering how it felt when she rubbed her breast on Mike. She wondered what would happen if she simply crawled in the bed on the other side of Mike and started to fondle him. Of course she never could, but what if... The bright morning sun was peeping around the drawn curtains when Mike finally opened his eyes. He lay there only half awake trying to remember where he was. For a few seconds he thought he was still in Germany and would be flying home today, but the voices trying to break through his sleep induced foggy brain certainly weren't German. He turned over to face away from the window so the sun wouldn't be in his eyes while he sorted things out in his mind. Meanwhile, the bed felt so good he'd just lie still and enjoy. "Oh don't worry, he's asleep. Come on out." Mike recognized his wife's voice and became fully alert, but he still didn't move. He opened his eyes to look upon two almost identical naked bodies about to pull on throngs. How the hell could they stand that strap between their ass cheeks all day, he wondered? They didn't have their hair fixed yet so he really couldn't tell which one was his wife. One disappeared from his view but he was treated to a ringside seat as the other fastened her bra and finished dressing. He wondered what the girls would say if they knew he had watched them dress. ***** Susan awoke first and slipped out of the bed quietly so she wouldn't awake Mike. There was nothing he had to do before the party so he just as well rest. She shook Sara awake and they shared the bath room like when they were teenagers. There was too much steam from the shower for them to dress in the bath, so she checked to see if Mike was awake. "Still asleep," she reassured Sara. "Let's just dress out here." "You sure?" Sara was reluctant. "Oh don't worry, he's asleep." She crept closer for a better look. "Come on out." Susan motioned for her sister to join her, and they began dressing. Sara wasn't as comfortable being naked in front of Mike, as her sister was even if she did sometimes dream of being naked in his arms. She glanced at Mike and thought she caught him peeping. Just to check for sure she really put on a show, removing her shorts and selecting another pair. She appeared to have all kinds of trouble as she wiggled in them and was rewarded with the sight of a tent-pole sticking off from Mike. She joined Susan, who was out of Mike's range of vision, then jotted down a note telling her what she had discovered. This led to a series of notes as they plotted what to do. With a plan in place they each caught an edge of the bed covers and with one quick jerk uncovered Mike's erection. He tried to cover it with both hands but Susan started tickling him and Sara joined in. Soon wrestling, tickling, and giggling weren't enough. "Peep at us, will you? Come on, Sara; he saw us naked. It's only fair he lets us see him." Both girls pretended they were going to pull his shorts down and of course Mike pretended he was trying to prevent it. They didn't get the shorts pulled down but Mike was sure one of them gave him a few strokes in the process. "Mercy! You win! Please! Just give me a chance and I'll run up the white flag." The tickling was getting to Mike. "Let's give him a chance to get his flagpole back up, Susan." Sara came to his rescue. "It doesn't look like he can tie a white flag to it right now. After dressing they all went out to breakfast, then Mike returned the girls to the Center where they would join the other members of the steering committee in decorating the meeting hall. Another Class Reunion "See you two later. I'm going to hit the Fish and Foul over in Savannah. I've been meaning to pick up some new lures." He kissed Susan and gave Sara a hug before driving away. **** "Well, let's go inside and get busy. We'll make reunion one to be remembered," Susan said, watching her husband drive away. "Right! If we can't do better than the ones last time we should quit." Sara led the way inside where two other women were waiting to start decorating. By one-thirty the meeting room looked ready to double as their gym during the fifty-nine class prom. "You gals can go on to the pool. Sara and I will finish putting the name cards on the tables then join you." "Let's shake things up a little," Susan suggested. "I really enjoy talking with Brad. Why don't we put Sara here beside him and Susan and Mike at that table." She pointed to a table nearer to the DJ's spot. "One good reason, I can't stand him." "You don't understand. I said put the names there, I didn't say you and I would sit like that." "Huh? What are you up to now, Susan?" "Oh come on, Sara. We can pull it off. Think of all the times we switched dates. No one ever wised up to us." "That was different. You weren't married to those guys. What do you think Mike will say if he found out?" "He won't. Come on Sis, you're always talking about how much fun you have being single, so much so you make me feel I live a dull life." She took Sara's hands in hers. "You know what a stick in the mud Mike is. I just want a taste of what it feels like to be wild and single again for just one evening. Pleeassee," Susan pleaded. "Okay, but I want you to know it's against my better judgment." Sara never could deny her sister, when she begged. "How are we going to pull this off?" "It'll be easy. We switch dresses and the way we fix our hair. Believe me, nobody will ever know" With the plot laid, the girls joined their friends at the pool for a short time then hurried to their room so they could be dressed when Mike returned. They finished in plenty of time and when they examined themselves in the mirror they had to admit, they could fool anybody. "You better watch yourself tonight, Sis," Sara warned. You know how you get when you over indulge. I think Brad will stop at nothing to get in your pants." "Oh don't worry. I can keep my legs crossed for one night. Besides, if I don't, I'll be you and everyone knows you put out for all the men." "Well, just don't get me pregnant." **** The big moment finally arrived. Mike had to admit both Sara and Susan were beautiful in their new gowns. He escorted Susan to their table while Sara went to hers. He wasn't pleased when he saw Brad come in and join Sara, but then it wasn't any of his business what or who Sara did. He could tell her one thing. If she let Brad get in her pants he sure hoped she had screwed all those men she bragged about. He remembered the last time he saw him in the locker room, and he definitely wasn't the man for an inexperienced woman. He should have been called Salami Stick rather than just Meat. Mike really enjoyed the reunion, what with the Fifties music and talking with people he hadn't seen in years. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he and Susan did have a glass or two of wine. Usually Susan was a butterfly, flittering from table to table, but tonight she stayed by his side. The only sour spot of the evening came every time he saw Sara and Brad. Brad seemed to be in his usual form, bragging about his exploits and Sara was hanging on his every word. "I think I'll go for a walk in the gardens," he told Susan. "Do you want to go with me?" "I think I'll stay here." Mike strolled along a garden path aptly named Lovers Walk. It was dimly lit with benches scattered among azalea bushes. In springtime tourist came from all over to enjoy the varied, brightly colored flowers. The rest of the year the natives had the gardens almost to themselves. During daylight hours the old folks took advantage of the paths along the river where one could watch nature, hoping to see a fish jump or simply enjoy the multitude of squirrels leaping among the limbs of century old oaks. After dark the younger crowd came for a different reason. The dim lighting and many wooden benches half hidden by the azalea bushes created the perfect place for young love to bloom. Management of the Edisto Inn and Gardens left the gates open to the public until midnight at which time a series of horn blasts warned the gates would close in thirty minutes. Open to the public, that is, except for the nights they had a party booked, like this night. This night the gardens were for guest use only and as Mike listened to the crickets and frogs along the river bank, he seemingly had the place to himself. Lost in thought, he settled down on a bench and actually fell asleep while enjoying the night sounds. **** Brad aka Meat Dormer thought this was the best reunion ever. Everyone was stopping by to bask in the glory of the former high school quarterback who actually went on to be second string quarterback for the Clemson Tigers. As a junior and a senior he'd taken a lot of snaps anytime the Tigers got a comfortable lead. Everyone wanted to talk about the day that a two hundred fifty pound Gamecock ended his touchdown bid, along with his career, with a bruising tackle that twisted his knee in a way knees weren't meant to twist. Yes sir, this was Meat Dormer's idea of a reunion. There was only one fly in the grits. All this talking was cutting into his chances to get some pussy from the hottest woman in the place. Well, one of the hottest, anyway. Her twin sister, sitting across with the room with a man he couldn't stand was almost as hot. Back in school Susan and Sara wasn't worth his time, but the years had been good to both of them. Brad couldn't believe his luck when he had found his table and saw the placard next to his was marked "Sara." Even before she joined him he had decided he would bed her tonight. He'd treat her to the Meat's meat, or know the reason why. Within ten minutes of her taking her place beside him he was turning on the old charm and had her hanging on his every word, except when the guys stopped by to talk football. It was obvious she didn't give a darn about his football days. She seemed to just enjoy his company and his tales of the time he traveled the globe while working for the State Department. By the time most of the guys had stopped dropping by to talk, Sara/Susan was working on her fourth Bloody Mary. She had mellowed into the giggles and touchy feely stage where she couldn't say two words without placing her hand on his arms or shoulders and Brad knew it was time to make his move. Sitting side by side like they were, no one could see his hand as he slipped it underneath the long tablecloth. She didn't respond when he touched her knee but as his hand made little feathery figure eights up her thigh, she stopped his progress. "No, no, no. You're just a bad boy." Her words were slightly slurred as she shook her left hand in front of his face. "That's just for special people. Are you special?" "Baby, I'm the most special man here tonight and you are the hottest woman in the joint. We were made for each other." He kissed her hand, but didn't release it. As he softly rubbed and patted it, he got the surprise of his life. The hand he was holding wore the same ring Mike's wife, Susan, wore at the pool yesterday. The twins had switched places. He had heard rumors of them doing it back in school. Damn! The fates had smiled on him. He quickly shot a glance over to Mike's table. That twin was talking with two other girls, but he didn't see Mike. "That damn fool," he thought, "he has no idea he's been watching me play up to his wife all evening." Brad would really enjoy making a cuckold of the man he couldn't stand. The DJ played Twilight Time, one of his favorites from the old days. Brad pulled her onto the dance floor. As they moved to the dreamy music she slipped her arms around his neck while his hands dropped down to her butts. He pulled her tightly against his now raging hard-on and to his surprise she responded by moving her pelvis in a little circular motion causing his cock to get even harder. He checked again. Mike was still missing. He was probably out in the gardens. Brad began to wonder if Susan would go into the gardens with him. Boy! If he could just make out with her where Mike could see them and not know what he was watching! That would really be something. Slowly he started guiding her ever closer to the door as they danced. **** From the time people began to gather for the party, Susan's plan worked beautifully. Nobody knew she and Sara had switched identities and she had the time of her life pretending to be the red-hot woman of the world, everyone knew Sara to be. She was almost tripped up when an old school chum, who had been on the decorating committee yesterday, asked her about the club Sara had said she loved, but she successfully danced around the question. Brad was already at their table when she and her first Bloody Mary finally joined him. She wasn't much of a drinker, but tonight she intended to live the life her early marriage had denied her. After the first hour of pretending to be enthralled with a bunch of ex-jocks reliving their glory days, she needed the alcohol Thank God Mike hadn't played football. At least his stories about life in the Marines, when you could get him to talk about it, were interesting. As she endured the endless chatter of men-boys she really studied just one, Brad. He really was a handsome man with rugged features and a well-built body. He must still spend a lot of time at the gym. She found herself wondering about Mike's story of how he got the nickname "Meat" and when he returned from a trip to bring them another drink, she saw for herself how it might be true. A certain way he moved pulled his trousers tight through the crotch displaying signs of a package that would make porn stars jealous. Susan couldn't understand why Mike didn't like Brad. Once the football talk ceased and he turned all his attention to her, he really was quite nice. After she got another look at his package, when he returned from his third trip to the bar, she began to wonder just how it would feel to be in the bed with him. She checked how things were going with Sara and Mike. Mike had been watching her quite a bit tonight but he didn't seem overly concerned. That meant he hadn't caught on to their deception either. She was free to have fun tonight, as long as she didn't let things go too far. As the night continued she realized she was feeling no pain. It was hard to get her words right and when she stood to visit the ladies room, the floor rolled like she was on a ship. She was talking too much and couldn't seem to stop giggling. Everything Brad said was just so funny. When she felt his hand on her knee, she was shocked and yet it felt good with him rubbing little circles on her leg. She quickly checked on Mike, and then she realized Mike couldn't see Brad's hand. Mike wasn't at his table and as she searched the room she caught a glimpse of him going into the gardens. Still undecided how to react, she just enjoyed the action. When he touched the leg band of her panties, she caught his hand and firmly moved it back to the table top. "I'm game for anything, but I warn you, I might step on your blue-suede shoes." She was, of course referring to the Elvis song when responding to his request for a dance. That didn't bother Brad. When he took her into his arms she felt like the Homecoming Queen, floating across the floor in the arms of her lover. Brad's hands became bolder, moving down to massage her butts as he pulled her closer. Susan slid both arms around his neck. As she felt his stiff cock poke her lower abdomen she was just tipsy enough to throw all caution to the winds. She pressed back against Brad and wiggled her pelvis against him when he slouched down to enable his shaft to make contact with her mound. "Let's you and I take a walk in the garden," he whispered as he nibbled on her ear. "They say it's pretty at night and we need to cool off." Susan took one last look around to see if Mike had returned. When she didn't see him, she followed Brad into the night. **** Brad kept an eye out for Mike as they walked along the dimly lit paths. He could understand why they called this particular one Lover's Walk. He'd bet more than a few teenage girls had lost their cherries on these benches. They looked like they were made for the purpose, six feet long, about two and a half feet wide and partially hidden by bushes. They also had plenty of room for a woman to stretch out and spread her legs. Susan put her left arm around Brad's waist while Brad's right arm rested across her shoulder and his hand brushed across her breast as they walked. Every little while they stopped to smooch and each time they did, the kissing got hotter and hotter. He even managed to work his hand inside her dress to cup her breast in his hand. He still saw no sign of Mike, so he gave that idea up as a bad cause. Just screwing the guy's wife was almost as good as him watching without knowing. "Let's sit awhile." He led her off the main path to a bench almost surrounded by bushes. He noticed one of the two lights normally serving this little alcove wasn't burning. This was the perfect place for what he had in mind. As soon as they sat down she came into his arms willingly. "This will be easier than I thought," he said to himself. Gently taking her face in his hands, he pulled her lips to his. Very tenderly, he kissed and nibbled on her bottom lip. When his tongue probed her lips, seeking entrance, she willing accepted it. Shortly hers was pushing back into his mouth and they were engaged in a tongue wrestling match. He managed to undo a couple buttons, making it easier to play with her breast. He got the bra down far enough to allow him to tease the nipple. "Yes!" She was loud enough to be heard back at the party. "Don't stop. That feels good." She had quieted down to a loud whisper. "Why are you stopping?" she asked when he sat still and looked around. "Did you hear somebody coming?" "Nawh, must have been a branch falling or probably a raccoon moving about." He started massaging her breast and pulling on her nipple again. She was a willing participant until he tried to put his hand under her dress. Then she caught his hand and firmly moved it away. "Don't," she said, "I can't let you do that." She pulled her legs tightly together. Brad went back to playing with her tits and French kissing. In a few minutes he noticed she had relaxed her legs allowing them to spread slightly. He once again tried to feel her legs. As long as he stayed no higher than just above the knee, all was well. As soon as his hand started higher, she moved it and tightened up again. This cycle kept repeating, with him gaining a little higher up the thigh about every second try. He'd played this game enough to know it was just a matter of time. **** A woman's voice jerked Mike out of a light sleep. He only caught a few words, but the voice sounded familiar. He stood to check where it could have come from and found himself looking right at Meat and Sara making out on a bench. "Damn!" he thought, "why would she take up with a scuzz ball like that?" His first instinct was to jump out and kick Meat's ass but on second thought he realized Sara was a grown woman and if she wanted to give pussy to Meat, he had no right to interfere. It looked like he would have a ringside seat, however. There was no way he could leave without disturbing them and he didn't want to embarrass Sara. Meat he didn't give a crap about. He decided to just sit down and wait for them to finish. "Damn it, why?" he thought. He was strangely hurt by Sara's actions. He'd always had a special place in his heart for her and if she wasn't Susan's sister and if he wasn't married he'd like to tap that himself. If,if,if, too damn many ifs. Good intentions are fine sometimes, but this wasn't one of those times. His curious side took over and he had to stand back up and watch. Since the light near him was out, he had an excellent view of the action without exposing his position. As he watched Brad's hand push under Sara's dress for what he didn't know was about the tenth time, she pushed it away and allowed him to play with her breast again. "Good for you," he thought. Maybe this was just a little hot petting. He started to change his mind when, this time Brad worked her breast out enough to get his mouth on the nipple. She allowed him to kiss and tease it and Mike started getting worked up too. He'd been too long without having his stacks blown to watch this and not get excited. He began to hope they'd get engrossed enough for him to slip out and get back to Susan. If Sara was busy with Meat they'd have the room to themselves long enough. Since Susan had gone without just as long as he had, it shouldn't take long. This time when Meat pushed his hand under her dress, Mike could see her legs open and he knew it had found a home. Mesmerized, he watched the proceedings. **** When Susan felt Brad's lips on her nipple the campfire that had been burning between her legs became a raging inferno. His lips remained, doing their job, while his hand moved back to her knee. She opened to allow him full access when his fingertips played along her inner thigh. She alternated between hugging him tight enough to hurt his neck and trying to stick her tongue down his throat when his middle finger rubbed over her stiff hair and up and down her steaming slit. It felt wonderful, even if it was separated from the real thing by the thin layer of material that was her panties. She thought she'd go wild when the finger slipped under her leg band and entered her love channel. "Oh yes! Yes, that's it! That's the right place," she moaned when a second finger joined its mate and Brad curled them up to search for and find her g-spot. Mike had done that many times so she was quick to respond to the massaging of the gland and felt her inner muscles tighten around the fingers while her fluid drenched his hand, and her dress. "Oh yeah, baby. I think you're ready for Poppa." She heard Brad say as he pushed her down to lie on the bench. She was still recovering from her orgasm when she lifted her hips to help him remove her panties. She watched through half opened eyes as he dropped his pants without removing his boxers and put them under her head as a pillow. He then shifted her so she lay flat on her back with one leg propped across the bench back and the other foot resting on the ground. "My God! That thing won't fit in me!" Both eyes flew open when Meat's meat pushed out of his shorts. It looked to be as big around as a beer can and must have been eight inches long. The only time she'd seen anything like that was last summer at her Grand Daddy's stables. He had a stud that was only a little longer and certainly no thicker than Brad's monster. "Don't worry, honey," he assured her. "I'll go real easy and stop when you say. A lot of women have thought the same thing you do, but when we got started they screamed for more." He didn't know it, but he'd just said the one thing that would make Susan let him try anything. She was highly competitive and in another woman could do it, she sure as hell could. Without another word she lay back awaiting the battering ram. Brad had done this before. She could feel him rub the glans through her slit, collecting her moisture to aid his pre-cum in the first advance. She felt him use a hand to guide it to the proper angle and began to push. With Brad holding his body up, while he tried to gain entrance she could watch the shaft nuzzle in her hairy triangle. She reached down with both hands and pulled her lips apart. Now when Brad worked it around she felt the head push through and enter her canal. Another Class Reunion "Thanks Baby. Man! You're tight!" Brad turned out to be considerate after all. He remained still, resting just inside, while she adjusted. Susan wondered if having a baby could be much worse than this. She was surprised; after a few moments it didn't hurt so much. Apparently it must have shown on her face because Brad pushed a little harder and she could feel it go in a little further, stretching love canal to the limit. With the same patience he had shown as he tried to get her to let him feel her pussy Brad worked his way into her body. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out but she was determined that if anyone else could handle what Brad had, she could too. When she finally felt his balls hit the bare skin between her legs she was elated. She had taken all he had, even if it was still uncomfortable. Brad must have been a pro at this, she realized, when he once again lay still giving her stretched channel time to adjust. She was surprised at how quickly she adapted to the giant cock now embedded in her body. It was starting feeling better and as he started pulling it back the same way he put it in, pulling out a bit, pushing in, then out a bit more she started working with his movements. He worked up a regular rhythm. "My Lord that's good! I didn't know anything could feel like this," She locked her legs around Brad and just hung on while the big dick pumped in and out of her. "Oh shit, I'm cumming too soon." She felt Him slow down while trying to hold back. "No! Don't stop. I'm almost there." She worked frantically trying to get over the peak. "Oooooh yeesss yess." She enjoyed the afterglow, squeezed together on the bench, until Brad decided it was time for an encore. "Hold up." She stopped him when he tried to press into her again. "This hard bench is killing my back." She felt his cock; he had cum, she could feel it draining down her cheeks, but he was still as hard as ever. "You can't leave me like this." "Let's go to your room. There is too much chance we'll be disturbed in mine." She used her panties to clean up as best she could, then followed Brad as he led the way. **** Mike had taken all he could. He had been rubbing himself through his pants, still he hadn't unloaded. He had a wife inside and he intended to make love to her before Sara would get back to the room. He found the twin he thought was his wife still talking with three girls they both knew and liked from school. He didn't want to be rude, but he had to take care of the tent protruding from his pants. He barged up and took her by the hand. "Excuse me, ladies. I simply must discuss something with my wife." He led her toward the elevator. "What on earth is it Mike? What's wrong?" As soon as the elevator doors closed Mike pressed her body against the wall and taking her face in his hands he pulled her lips to his. Since it was only a two story building the ride and the kiss ended almost as soon as it started. "Wow!" Sara couldn't believe how her body responded to Mike. This could get out of hand if she wasn't careful. Mike thought she was his wife; if she revealed they'd tricked him he's probably be furious. While she was wondering how to handle things, Mike swept her up in his arms as easily as if she was a child and carried her to the room. When he didn't put her down to open the door she knew she had to say something. "Wait. You don't understand. We can't... I'm not..." It was as if Mike was deaf. He dropped her on the bed. Before she could say anything he was stretched out on top of her, his mouth covering hers and his tongue probing for her tongue. His body squirmed around as his hard shaft rubbed against her. Even through both of their clothes it turned Sara on. Holding contact with her mouth, he slid off to the side so his hand could find her breast. He rubbed it through her dress, which quickly led to him trying to get to the bare skin. "Don't tear my dress," she managed to say, when he broke contact for a breath. She was so excited she didn't think about protesting. All she could think of was that she was in the arms of the one man she'd loved since before Susan had married him. "Here, let me help." She struggled to sit, then, as Mike got off her, she stood and lifted both hands so he could pull her clothes over her head. Standing in front of her sister's husband dressed only in panties and bra her conscience gave her a tug. "You don't under..." She tried again to tell him, but before she could explain he was on his knees, pulling her panties down and kissing her bushy mound. The musky aroma of turned on woman mixed with his favorite perfume, Windsong, filled his nostrils. When his tongue started probing her nether lips, begging for admittance, she opened her stance, allowing him easier entry. She was only human. "It has been so long, honey," he gasped. "I'm going nuts wanting to make love to you." She pulled his head into her crotch; her breath was coming in gasps. "I know. But don't you think Sis might catch us?" Reason was finally making its way through her passion filled brain Mike stood and looked into her eyes as he unsnapped her bra. Her breast didn't really need a bra and the nipples were standing out like soldiers on parade. "You're my wife; what difference does it make? Besides just about now Sara is getting the fucking of her life". He explained what he's seen in the garden. "She was really letting somebody fuck her?" "Not just somebody. She had Meat Dormer, the guy with the biggest cock in school, buried in her to the hilt." Mike could tell that hearing about her sister was making her hot. He laid her back on the bed and throwing off all his clothes, he joined her. His mouth nibbled from her forehead to her belly button while his hand made little butterfly figure eights on her inner thigh. Each time his finger got near her little triangle of hair, she squirmed trying to get it to touch her there. Mike continued to tease rather than give her what they both longed for. He had waited this long and he intended to give her an orgasm she'd never forget. "Stop teasing. It has been a long time for me too." "Patience is a virtue," Mike reminded her. "Good things come to those who wait." He slid lower on the bed and let his tongue explore her slick entrance. She started bucking like a wild bull when his tongue concentrated on getting her little hood covered nub to come out and play. "Oooooo, Soooo good. Doonn't stop baby." With a final jerk she went limp. "That's one." Mike gave her time to recover, then, he penetrated her slit with two fingers. It was slick and to him and smelled better than before. "I don't remember her being this tight before," he thought. "I guess it's been a long time for her too. "Here, let me." Slipping down in bed so that she could get him in her mouth, she took his shaft in her hand and gave it a few strokes. "You're so horny you'll go before you even touch pay dirt." She gave him a masterful job of licking and kissing on his glans while her little hands worked the shaft. Mike twisted his fingers in her soft hair while waiting for the volcano that was his balls to erupt. "I'm coming, Honey," he warned her. He knew Susan would swallow but she normally didn't like it. This time was no different. When the first gob of cum shot out of his cock she had her discarded panties in position to catch it all. When his spasm subsided, he pulled her to him. "That was wonderful," he said. They kissed, and when his tongue entered her mouth he thought, "I always wondered how my cock tasted. This is as close as I'm likely to come in finding out." To her, he said, "Baby, I love you." Sara was still in a quandary; should she identify herself and miss this one chance to enjoy the man she had loved for so long? Why shouldn't she just keep quiet and go wherever things led? Susan apparently wasn't letting her marriage to Mike stand in the way of what she wanted. Sara decided she would do what every nerve in her body demanded. She used her mouth and hands to get Mike hard again, and then she stretched out upon her back, pulling Mike on top. Mike always loved the feel on his woman's naked skin touching his. It was hard to describe the odor. His juices mixing with hers and the Windsong created an overpowering aphrodisiac. He took a nipple between his lips and gently tugged on it until it stood off more than a quarter inch. He tried to enter her like a stallion, with no guidance, but was having no luck. The sensation of his cock rubbing over her was almost too much. If Sara hadn't pulled her knees up until her feet were flat on the bed, he would have probably cum again. She changed the angle of attack when she pulled the knees up so Mike's hard shaft hit her opening. It entered about an inch, but was so snug Mike had to work it in, inch by inch. He had never seen Susan this tight. He wondered if he was so horny he'd gotten bigger. Once more he pushed deeper. "What tha!" Mike pulled back in surprise. He had gotten enough cherries to know how it felt when you hit a hymen. How could it be? The answer hit him. The woman he'd seen in the garden was his wife. At first he was furious. How could Susan spread her legs so readily for another man? To add insult to injury, she did it for Meat Dormer, the most obnoxious man at the reunion. The more he thought, however, the sillier his anger became. What gave him the right to the holier than thou attitude? Hadn't he just been trying to screw her sister? How could he stay mad when his wife's identical twin sister had just told him that she loved him? Not just loved him, but wanted him to be her first lover, to give him her cherry. Could he really be too mad at Susan? Hadn't he gotten drunk a few times and acted stupid? True, he hadn't been unfaithful to Susan; well not until tonight anyway; but he'd come awful close. How many times hadn't he looked at Sara's ass twitching in front of him and wanted to pet the little bunnies hopping around in her jeans? Now here he was; in bed with that same woman who was just begging him to take her, and he was worrying about something that couldn't be undone. He'd really be stupid if he didn't take advantage of this opportunity. He pulled her down to the bed to lie beside him. They started all over again, kissing and rubbing each other's bodies. Sara's fingers toyed with his shaft while he played with her butts and down the back of her legs. They lay facing each other and his hard dick was poking her mound while they both wiggled about trying to get in in without actually guiding it. "Ouch! That damn thing pulls hair." Mike wasn't circumcised and some hair had become trapped between the foreskin and the glans. As soon as he untangled it Sara rolled over on her back, pulling him on top of her. He knelt between her thighs supporting his weight with one arm while the other hand guided his shaft to her juicy slit. When she pulled her knees up until the bottom of her feet were flat on the bed, he managed to work it in an inch or two at a time. "I can't believe any woman could be this tight." He paused for her to adjust to his girth. She relaxed and he slipped in until he felt the obstruction. He paused again allowing her to relax. "This will hurt a bit." With one hard thrust he felt his cock pop through the membrane and their hair meshed. Sara screamed. "I'm sorry, honey, it will feel better in a little while," he assured her. He rested quietly, raining kisses on her face while she adjusted to the intruder. When he felt her work her hips slightly he responded likewise. He followed her lead until finally they had a smooth, gentle rhythm going, where she matched his down stroke with an upward thrust of her hips. Mike couldn't remember better sex. It was like they had been lovers forever. Their bodies were perfectly attuned, and the only sound he could hear, besides the pounding of his heart, was the sloshing, slurping noise made by his cock slipping in and out of her now slick canal. "Oh, baby," she said. "I didn't know it would be this good. I feel like I could do this forever." "Yeah, me too, I'd like to spend the rest of my life between your legs, making love like this every night." Forever was rushing toward them at breakneck speed. The old familiar stirring began deep in his balls, and Sara increased the pace. They were pounding at each other as fast as they could when Mike felt Sara's inner muscles begin to contract and release around his shaft and his balls exploded. Sara could feel his throbbing shaft empty the cum, that had been building for weeks, against her cervix. She hugged him; like she was afraid he'd disappear, while their hearts slowed to normal. Reluctantly she got up to go to the bathroom. With each step, she could feel their juices draining down her inner thighs. Mike called for housekeeping to bring up extra sheets; they sure didn't want to sleep in the blood streaked mess Sara's maiden flight had left behind. While he waited he had time to consider just what should be his next step. He realized he still loved Susan and it was obvious that she had been drunk in the garden. He didn't want to lose her because of one slipup, yet if he confronted her, the ensuing argument would probably result in both of them saying things that couldn't be taken back. On the other hand, he didn't want to stop seeing Sara either. What a mess! Two sexy women that looked just alike and he had to make a choice. If only there was a way to have both... "I'm going down to the bar," he told Sara through the closed door. "Do you want me to bring you anything?" She didn't so he hurried out. He wasn't sure how late the bar stayed open and tonight he really needed something. As he stepped into the elevator he heard a door down the hall slam shut. "Sounds like somebody is pissed," he thought, but he didn't check to see who it was. **** Susan slammed the door shut and stomped out of Brad's room. "Who does that piss ant think he is?" she muttered. "Bragging about how he made a cuckold of Mike and how he always hated him. That son-of --a- bitch didn't care for me at all, and I was a big enough fool to let him use me to hurt my husband." She quickly turned her back when she saw Mike entering the elevator. She couldn't let him see her before she had a chance to clean up. That would just rub it in his face too much. She was lucky; he stepped into the elevator without a backward glance. Thinking she was home free, she unlocked and pushed open the door. "Well you look like hell warmed over." Sara was just coming out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel. Her words carried no tone of condemnation. Instead she greeted her twin with open arms. They stood in the middle of the room, crying on each other's shoulders with both wondering what the other was crying about. "I've been such a fool, Sis," Susan said, between sobs. "I spent the last couple of hours fucking Brad. Mike will never forgive me." Sara led her to the undisturbed bed where they sat holding hands like they did when they were twelve years old, while Susan told her everything she'd done. "I'm so sorry. Do you think Mike can forgive me?" Now, for the first time since entering the room, she saw the anguish on Sara's face. Then she noticed the tumbled up bed. "What on earth?" she asked. "No. Sis, the question is, can you forgive me?" Sara then proceeded to reveal all she and Mike had done; including that she had been lying about her sexual experience; that tonight had been her first time. "Let's face it, Sis, we're both in love with the same man and only one of us can have him." "Why can't we?" Susan asked, after a long silence. "Nothing else has ever come between us, why should this?" She reached for Sara and the two girls clung to each other just like when they were kids, facing some childhood disaster. Back then the two of them could lick their world. "I'm sure we can work something out," Susan said. With that, the twins entered a deep discussion. By the time Mike came back they had it all worked out. They offered him the chance to have both of them as wives. Of course only Susan would be legal, but who would know which one was Susan. When the children came along, Sara would just be an unmarried, man hating, aunt. They would just have to ensure both girls didn't get pregnant at the same time. If Mike agreed, they would start looking for a big house in the country next week. "Would I agree? Of course I agree. This is the dream, of every man, come true. And to think, I owe it all to Brad. If he hadn't seduced you, none of this would have happened." Mike looked like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Both girls knew him well enough to know that indeed it had. He was a kind a man. His conscience would kill him until he confessed what he had seen and done. This way there was, as they say in sports, no harm- no foul. "What room did you say Brad was in? I simply must go thank him properly." He pointed to the rumpled bed. "I see they haven't delivered the fresh sheets. No way can we sleep in that tonight. When I get back we'll all three share a bed for the first time." "Can you believe it? Susan asked when the door closed behind him. "I thought he'd be furious with Brad." "So did I," Sara agreed. "Let's wait for him in the bed, naked." "Be with you in a minute, girls," Mike said when he re-entered the room about ten minutes later. Just let me clean up some." "Did you straighten things out with Brad? Sara asked. "Yep, Brad knows exactly how much I appreciate him." **** The next morning the girls had to carry all the bags down to the car. Mike's right hand was blue and swollen. It hurt too much to lift anything with it. His left wasn't much better. When they asked what happened to his hands, he claimed he'd bumped into a door. While they were loading their bags, a bell boy was helping Brad get his stuff into his car. He had two black eyes, his nose was patched and his left arm was in a sling. "What do you suppose happened to him?" Susan was almost afraid to ask. "Looks to me like he fell down the stairs," Mike answered. "Last night, he was drinking and getting into stuff he shouldn't have."