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The Reunion: Old Love, New Lust

By: LeoDavis



Author's Note:

There's plenty of sex in this story, but you'll have to wait. If you just want a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'm story, please read something else. If you like to read erotic stories, I hope you read on - and send me your comments!

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PROLOG

I fell madly in love with Anne during college, and at the end of our senior year I asked her to marry me. My heart stopped when she just stared at me and didn't say anything. Then she asked me to wait for her answer while she "sorted some things out." I reluctantly agreed. The only other choice I had was to break up with her. Not only was I in love with her, but breaking up meant losing my only source of frequent and usually exciting sex. Yes, I wasn't married to her, but I was already completely pussy whipped. A few weeks later we both graduated. 

We managed to get jobs in the same city, so we didn't have to contend with being separated by distance. Although Anne didn't explain her reticence to marry me, we continued to date each other exclusively. She refused to move in with me, but we managed to sleep together whenever one or the other of our roommates was away. This averaged about six sleep-overs monthly. We certainly seemed to be compatible, and the sexual side of our relationship became increasingly intense and mutually satisfying. My married friends complained that they weren't getting as much action as I was!

But I still wanted a permanent relationship with Anne. About a year later I again brought up the subject. We had just made love in her apartment, and she had lost consciousness for several seconds during a prolonged, loud, body-shaking orgasm as we climaxed together. I thought it was the ideal time to propose marriage. When I did so, she began crying. I was completely baffled!

I held and caressed Anne until her tears stopped, and she told me to wait while she "got something." She left her bedroom and returned a few minutes later with her senior-year, highschool yearbook. She sat down next to me on the bed, but I had difficulty paying attention to what she was showing me. Her naked body still had an incredible post-orgasmic glow, and I could see streaks of my cum that had dripped down her thighs when she got up.

Filling Anne with cum was not normally allowed. She always inserted her diaphragm before we made love, and she almost always insisted that I also wear a condom for "double protection." But tonight was only the second day after she had finished her period, and she decided it was virtually "safe" to only use "single protection." In fact it had been each of my squirts of cum that had sent her into such an incredible climax, which in turn had caused mine to be spectacular as well. 

I was looking forward to what came next. In a few minutes I would be expected to use my tongue to clean up my mess, and as soon as I sent her over the top with oral sex, I would be treated to another loud and intense romp in her bed. Who knows? If I had enough juice left, I might get to lick her off and do it a third time. It was certainly worth a try! All I had to do was get her to put that silly yearbook away!

My penis slowly got hard as I contemplated these activities. I put an arm around Anne and gently rubbed one of her breasts as she turned to the pages of portraits. "There! That's Jack!" She announced. I saw a good-looking young guy with a short haircut. His face wore the silly grin which is commonplace in yearbooks. 

"And?" I asked. "He's special, right?" Her right nipple was jutting out and I heard her catch her breath as I gently squeezed it. Yes, I was trying to distract her. I failed.

Anne turned to the pages in the back where people had written messages to her. One page was entirely filled with masculine handwriting, with "All my love always, Jack" at the bottom. "Read this." She said. She pulled herself away from me and walked into the bathroom. I reluctantly tore my eyes from her sexy behind and read Jack's words.

Jack had written an incredibly romantic message, proclaiming he would always love her, and that he knew they would always be together. There were additional sentiments, but that was the basic idea. I was impressed, both by the intensity of the feelings he expressed so eloquently, as well as by his willingness to write them on something that could easily be read by other people. It was plain that Jack was so certain that he and Anne belonged together that he had no problem announcing this to the world. I had a fleeting thought about how Anne had sneaked me into her apartment so that nobody would know we were sleeping together, but I brushed it aside. That's how we fool ourselves, isn't it?

I heard the toilet flush, and then Anne came back in and sat down with me. "I dated Jack the last two years of high school." She said. "We were in love. We knew it, and nothing could ever break us up."

Anne's eyes filled with tears so I hugged her. God I loved the feel of her breasts against my chest! Her skin was so soft, but her muscles just underneath were so strong! "So what happened?" I asked gently.

"We promised to save sex until we were married." She sniffled. "It was really hard! We almost did it a couple of times, but we always stopped. We were both virgins. It was a commitment we made to each other! To wait and be each other's first real lovers!" This last came out as a wailing cry, and she began to sob.

Clearly one of them had cheated. I made the obvious guess. "What did he do?" I asked.

"He betrayed everything!" Anne muttered. "That summer he fucked that slut Marcie! He didn't wait for me!"

Anne cried for a few minutes while I held her. "Are you sure?" I asked. "I mean . . . sometimes . . . things sort of happen. Maybe he didn't plan on . . . "

"No, he cheated, all right! We'd gone to a party and I couldn't find him. Sondra Adams told me that he was having sex with Marcie right then in his car outside. I ran out and caught them. That bitch was already half-naked and had her hands inside Jack's pants! I screamed at them and ran home! I wouldn't take Jack's calls, and eventually he stopped trying. Then a couple of years ago Jack and his tramp got married."

I waited until Anne calmed down, then asked, "So what does that have to do with you and me? You're telling me it isn't over between you and Jack? Even though he betrayed you? And he's married? To that Marcie person?"

Anne wouldn't look at me and she kept her head down as she answered quietly. "I still feel something for him. I don't know why! But I want to go to my five-year reunion. It's next month. I want to see . . . see if they're still together. Maybe then I'll be able to get over him!"

Well, it almost made sense. I figured it wouldn't hurt for me to wait another month to see if Anne could get her highschool sweetheart excised from her emotional life. Did I have a choice, anyway? She'd already called Jack's wife a slut, a bitch, and a tramp. I sincerely hoped they were still together! I also noted that she hadn't called Jack any names.

This didn't sound like it was going to be a very fun reunion, but I offered to go if Anne wanted an escort. I was neither surprised nor disappointed when she said she'd rather go alone. On the other hand I admit I was really worried. What if Jack and Marcie had split up? Would he make another play for Anne? If he did, would she resist it? After all, she was still emotionally tied to the guy even after he had betrayed their commitment and then married the girl with whom he'd cheated. Would he seduce her? He looked like a big, athletic guy in his picture. Would his penis be larger than mine? Would he satisfy her better than I could? Was he a better lover?

Her flight to her old hometown left on Friday morning, and I knew I wouldn't see her again until Sunday evening. She didn't call, and I didn't sleep much as I worried about what was going on. Naturally I feared the worst. Somehow I knew that Marcie and Jack were divorced, and Jack was rich and successful, and that Anne and Jack were screwing each other crazy and . . . Well, you get the idea.

I was almost dizzy with panic when I met Anne's plane on Sunday. What horrible truth would I learn? Were she and Jack back together? Were she and I through? I hadn't been able to get an erection since Friday. I was prepared for the worst. 

Anne came running up to me with a huge smile on her face. She jumped up, immodestly wrapped her legs around my waist, and announced for everyone within earshot to hear, "Yes, I'll marry you! Now take me home before I explode!" Several of the nearby people laughed, and a couple of them cheered. I got an incredible hard-on, and when she climbed down off me and felt it, she pointed to my tented pants and loudly announced, "See? He loves me, too!" Lots of people laughed at that, and I heard people chuckling all the way to baggage claim. 

Anne was more aroused in public than I had ever seen her, and her hands roamed all over me as we waited for her bags to appear. Once we had gotten to the car she couldn't wait. We made love on the front seat of the car before we left the parking garage. Even though her roommate was back, we made love in her room most of that night. Neither of us got to work on time the next morning. That was the first time she'd ever let me sleep over when somebody else knew about it, and I realized that was a really good omen about our future together. I didn't know what had happened at the reunion, but whatever it was, it had certainly excited Anne! And it had made her decide to marry me!

Later she told me how much she had enjoyed the reunion. Jack and Marcie didn't arrive until the banquet on Saturday night, and Marcie arrived drunk. "The guys kept giving her drinks and she really lost control. She was wearing a backless sun dress with no bra, and she was too drunk to notice that her boobs kept flopping out. The guys kept reaching up and rubbing her bare breasts. Several of the wives got really mad, and Marcie was too drunk to understand why they were upset. Jack sat down to talk to me while some guy I didn't know danced with Marcie. Jack started telling me about his job. I looked over his shoulder and saw Marcie dancing topless with the guy rubbing her breasts while she kissed him. I told Jack how lucky he was to have such a friendly wife. He turned around, saw what they were doing, and dragged her out of there. I didn't see either one of them again. I loved it!"

Two months later we were married, and two years later we finally had "zero- protection" sex and started our family. Anne missed her ten-year reunion because she was due to deliver our second child. On the day of the reunion I found her looking through her yearbook with a wistful expression on her face. I kissed her, then asked, "Sorry you didn't go this time?"

She nodded. "A little! I was just thinking about those days! It doesn't seem like it's been ten years already." She pointed to her swollen belly. "Back then I was really scared I'd get like this!"

"Well, you have been getting a lot of regular, sperm-splashing sex. And that's kinda what happens when you do, right?" I kidded. "And I seem to remember that you enjoyed doing it!"

Anne smiled and shook her head in amusement. "I was so young and inexperienced in highschool!" She remarked. "I think I'll let you read parts of my diary. Would you like to?" I nodded. I hoped that was the correct answer. It's sometimes hard to be sure, isn't it? Anne rolled her big tummy onto the bed and struggled to her feet, then told me to wait. In a couple of minutes she returned with her journal and sat down next to me on the bed.

Anne opened her diary, and handed it to me. She pointed to a page. "Read this. It's in my personal shorthand, but I think you can figure it out" It said, "May 25. J ks A. A Jhnds to ts. Squzd ts thr clo. Frst! 5 min! Gd fl, sppl warm. J groan, trn awy. Stain fr Jpnts. J embr! A snif str, swt! J ks A, ran cr. Fnny fl, bt ex!" 

Anne had overestimated my abilities to decipher her diary. "This is like some sort of secret code! You'll have to read it for me."

Anne smiled. She leaned against me and read aloud, "May 25. Jack kissed me. I put his hands on my breasts and he squeezed them through my clothes. First time ever! Five minutes! It felt good, and my special place began to feel warm. Jack groaned and turned away. The front of his pants were stained. He was embarrassed. I could smell something strong and sweet! He kissed me and ran to his car. I felt funny, but excited." 

Anne's eyes sparkled as she stared into space. After a few seconds she said, "That was just after my eighteenth birthday. It was the first time I'd ever let anyone touch my boobs! I remember I was so excited I had trouble sleeping!" She leaned down and scanned several pages of her diary. Then she stopped. "Here's where we went a little further."

Anne read aloud, "June 8. Jack rubbed the skin on my back under my blouse as he kissed me. I took off my bouse and he began to shake. I reached back and showed him how to unfasten my bra. He asked if he could touch me and I said yes. He held my bare breasts and it felt so good I started to shake, too. I could feel Jack's hard thing pressing against my leg. Our kiss got hot! Jack rubbed his thing against me. We both were shaking. Then he groaned. I held him tight. I felt wet on my leg. I could smell his stuff. His pants were wet again. There was a wet spot on my skirt. "

"Jack wasn't very experienced, was he?" I asked.

"We were both beginners. Inexperienced virgins! He'd never done this before, either! It made everything we did really special!"

"So how far did you go before . . . before the problem?" I asked.

"Now, THAT'S none of your . . . Oh what the heck! I didn't do anything I'm ashamed of!"

Anne turned several pages, then stopped. "July 4. I let Jack rub my special place through my panties. He had my top up and was kissing my breasts. I think I had an orgasm! It felt wonderful! I really wanted to feel his hard thing against my special place. I was scared. I rubbed his thing through his pants until he groaned and made his pants wet."

"He's making good progress!" I remarked, and Anne hit me in the arm. "Did you ever let him put his fingers inside you? Did you ever jerk him off? Did he ever see you naked? Did you . . . "

"You're really nosy, you know that? But I'll tell you all about it! It's like I was a different person then anyway."

Anne flipped ahead. She started reading. "Here it is. We went skinny-dipping! August 10. Jack and I went to the old quarry. The moon was mostly full. Nobody else around. We undressed separately in the dark and got in. The water was cool." Anne closed her diary. "I remember what happened next like it was yesterday." 

Anne closed her eyes. "It was the only time we were ever naked together. We were both afraid we wouldn't be able to stop, but we kissed anyway. Only our heads were above the water. Then we hugged, and I felt my nipples press against his bare chest. His penis was upright between us. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and I could feel his penis poking against me between my legs. I really wanted to feel him inside me! I started rocking my hips forward and back, and his penis slipped down so that I could feel it pressing all along my pussy. I couldn't stand it! I moved my hips forward and back, and this made his penis rub against me. I screamed as my climax exploded, and I tried to twist so that he would go inside me. Then he screamed, too! I felt bursts of warmth hitting my thighs. Then we kissed and held each other as we both calmed down. I looked down and there was a white, smokey cloud between my legs."

Anne opened her eyes to look at me, then closed them again. "We were both really scared! Would I get pregnant, even though we hadn't really had sex? What about that cloud of sperm? Would one of them swim inside me and make a baby?" 

Anne paused again. She opened her eyes. "We were waiting - and hoping - that my period would come. It did, two days after he fucked Marcie and I dumped him. That's when I realized that he didn't really care about me. All he wanted was my body. Instead of waiting for mine, he got Marcie's."

Anne made a sour face and was pensive for a couple of minutes and I let her gather her thoughts. "I'm just glad he played baseball. If he'd been on the wrestling team, he would have been in a gang-fuck with Sondra and another cheerleader. I don't know how she kept that story quiet, but she bragged that she did every one of them one afternoon. After they won the state championship. Right there in the locker room. Every one of them, even the coach. And he was as old as her parents!" She was quiet again for a few seconds. "You know, it's funny. Marcie was supposed to be a cheap tramp, but I never heard of her doing it with anybody except Jack. Sondra claimed she screwed more than a dozen different guys, but somehow she never got a bad reputation. Strange, isn't it?" I agreed with Anne. I remembered something similar from my own highschool days. Reputations were not always deserved, but they seemed to stick to people.

Anne had shared some of her most intimate feelings and experiences with me, but I didn't reciprocate. Frankly I had been a little wild, and I was afraid she wouldn't understand. In college I'd even participated in a five-man, all-night, gang fuck with two cheerleaders after we won a big game. Maybe gang-fucking cheerleaders is a standard activity for athletes, even in highschool. I certainly wasn't in a position to judge either Marcie or Jack's behavior. 

But that night Anne and I did manage to have great - although careful - sex in spite of her protruding belly. Two weeks later she gave birth. Not long after that child arrived, our lives became extremely demanding, and our sex life started to dry up. Having our first baby had made frequent sex inconvenient. Having both a baby and a toddler made sex almost impossibly. Anne worked out, and she regained her figure, albeit with bigger breasts. We just couldn't find many opportunities to be alone together. Several years passed, and sex remained only an occasional activity. 

About a year before her fifteenth reunion we both realized we needed to do something, and we tried some fantasy game-playing. That worked at first, then it too became artificial and dull. We talked about swinging, dismissed that idea, then discussed it again. A couple we knew was into swapping, and we talked to them about it. They agreed to teach us "the ropes."

We hired a babysitter who could stay late, and Dave and Glenda had us over after dinner. As we sat in their living room sipping wine, they explained how swapping worked. Anne and I could see how aroused they were getting as they told us about their own experiences. They could also see that Anne and I were really nervous, so they taught us some signals, both verbal and silent. We had already agreed that whatever we did, we were going to do it with both of us present, and they adjusted our signals accordingly. "Remember! If either of you wants to stop, just say the code word! We'll understand! We've been there before, and we want you to be completely comfortable." Glenda had proclaimed.

They had told us how to dress for the evening. Anne and Glenda were in skirts and blouses, and Dave and I were in slacks and shirts. We were neat but casual. Dave dimmed the lights, and we began slow-dancing together. After each song we changed partners. Within a few minutes we were kissing and holding each other extremely closely. "I could feel his erection pressing against me as we danced!" Anne whispered in my ear. "You guys are really turning me on!"

We danced for about twenty minutes, taking short breaks for more wine. I was sitting with Glenda when she began to slowly unbutton my shirt, and it felt natural to do the same to her blouse. I looked over and Dave and Anne were doing the same thing. Glenda's bra was almost transparent, and I felt myself getting really hard as I stared at her nipples. We tossed our shirts and the women's blouses aside. Glenda and I danced together next, and I could feel her nipples pressing against me through my undershirt and her bra.


The Reunion: Old Love, New Lust



Every few minutes we took short breaks, drank wine, and kissed. During half of the earlier breaks Anne and I had been together. Once we began undressing, I was always paired with Glenda as we relaxed and removed additional items of clothing. Anne and I still danced together half of the time, but being undressed by someone else was definitely the beginning of swapping. I had never been this intimate with anyone else since we had gotten married, and I found that undressing a "new" woman was incredibly erotic - particularly since she was also undressing me. But I was also troubled.

I wasn't at all certain I wanted Anne to fuck Dave, but I really wanted to fuck Glenda. I didn't know if I would be able to allow Anne and Dave to fuck in front of me, even if I got to fuck Glenda at the same time. I knew that I would have already been having sex with Glenda if Anne hadn't been in the room. I was honestly surprised to discover I embraced this double standard regarding sexual activity. Anne was MY woman, and even though I was getting intimate with Dave's wife, I didn't want him being intimate with mine. I was ashamed by my childish, possessive attitude. But more than that I was incredibly aroused by Glenda. 

During each break Glenda and I undressed each other a little further, with Anne and Dave keeping pace with us. My hands were trembling when I removed Glenda's bra. She moaned when I caressed her breasts with my hands. They were smaller than Anne's, but firm and sensitive. Her nipples were small but rigid against my fingers. Dave was caressing Anne's breasts, and I could hear her making her familiar little sounds of arousal. We danced four more songs, twice each with each partner, dressed only in our single remaining items of clothing. Dave and I had tented boxers, and both women's panties were obviously getting wet. Their nipples stayed stiff even when we weren't touching them actively. I still wasn't comfortable about Anne's intimacy with Dave, but I also didn't want to stop what Glenda and I were doing.

In the middle of a dance with Glenda, she began to slide my undershorts down my legs. She rubbed herself down my body, and when I stepped out of my pants, she kissed and sucked the head of my penis. Her lips felt hot against me, and the heat spread outward through my body. I felt my breathing change. I pulled her panties down and off, and she pulled my face close to her crotch. Unlike Anne she was completely shaved. I stared directly at her exposed, open, and aroused pussy. It was incredibly erotic! And the scent from her sex was unmistakable! 

Glenda spread her legs apart and rocked her hips forward and back. She was gently rubbing my balls. Her sparkling wet pussy was gaping open, and all I had to do was sit down and pull her on top of me. I wanted to fuck her, but then I remembered Anne and Dave. Could I accept having him fuck my wife while I fucked his? 

I looked over and saw Anne trembling as she stood over Dave. He was lying on his back, and his penis was pointing straight up. Her feet were on either side of his hips, and he was staring at her exposed and open pussy. All she had to do was squat down and mount him. They were both ready. She looked at me and I saw fear as well as lust in her eyes. She gave the "Is it okay?" signal, but I was unable to answer, so I replied with the same signal, letting her decide. We stared at each other without moving. I really wanted to say the "Stop now!" word, but I didn't want to be a wimp in front of my naked and aroused wife.

Anne and I were clearly in over our heads, but before we could say or do anything, Glenda and Dave recognized our problem and slowed things down a bit. Glenda and I ended up lying on sheets on their rug, kissing and caressing each other. Dave and I finger-fucked each other's wives to reasonably good orgasms, but then Anne and I both signaled that it was time for us to be together. We made love as Dave and Glenda made love beside us. Other than on the team gang-fuck, I'd never seen another couple making love before. As far as I knew, nobody had ever watched Anne and me, either. It was the most exciting sex I'd ever experienced! 

Over the next couple of hours I got hard and ejaculated into Anne three different times. We hadn't had such intense sex since our honeymoon! The sight and sound of Dave and Glenda making love had brought my erections back in record time! The only swapping we did was to change partners so we could kiss and cuddle after making love to our spouses. Somehow that simple change of partners for post-play made everything even more arousing, and it made me especially eager to make love to Anne again and again. As soon as Glenda began to get excited, I'd switch back to Anne and take over from Dave. Anne practically exploded into orgasms, making me explode, too. 

Dave and Glenda kissed us goodbye just before 4:00 a.m. We had switched to oral sex the hour before we left, and we all tasted of it. Although Anne and I had dressed, our host and hostess had not, and they were already mating standing up before their door closed. We raced home, woke up and payed the babysitter, and as soon as her car left our driveway we made love on the living room rug. Still joined together, I carried Anne up to our bedroom and we made slow and gentle love until dawn and the baby woke us. I had never had such sexual energy, and never before had I felt so deeply in love with Anne. We hadn't swapped, but the intimacy we had shared with Dave and Glenda had somehow pushed our sex drives into high gear. 

We had also agreed to have risky sex together that night. Since Dave had gotten a vasectomy and Glenda was on the pill, Anne had not worn her diaphragm and I had not used condoms. When the sexual euphoria wore off the next morning, Anne started worrying about having another child. She felt guilty about being so irresponsible, and she was moody, We didn't make love again until her after her next period arrived a couple of weeks later. There's sometimes a price for too much pleasure, and our incredible sex at Dave and Glenda's led to a sexual dry spell. We resumed our normal, infrequent sexual activity. But things were still a little better than they had been before. 

Our schedules had not allowed us an opportunity to spend another evening with Dave and Glenda. Anne admitted that she felt as possessive about me as I did about her. "After all that touching and holding, I really wanted to feel Dave inside me!" Anne said. "But I still didn't want you to make love to Glenda!" After talking about our feelings we thought that the next time we'd really swap. Just talking about changing partners made our occasional lovemaking incredibly intense. It was good, but not great. It was certainly not as incredible as that evening at Dave and Glenda's, but it was better than it had been before that night. 

But not this weekend! We were heading cross-country to Anne's fifteen-year reunion. We'd left the kids with her folks, and we had two nights to ourselves. On the first leg of our flight we almost joined the mile-high club, but the plane was really full and we were too inhibited to go into the tiny bathroom together. But we did quietly discuss the possibility of changing partners during the reunion. After all we would be far from home, and who would ever find out?

We reviewed our signals and we reaffirmed our intention to only have sex if we were both in the room. Anything else would be okay, but no actual intercourse. In fact we probably had no intention of making love with anyone but each other. Talking about swapping was really just a stimulating way to pass the time. Or so we told ourselves. Well, so I told myself, anyway. At any rate it made Anne's cheeks get red, and even though we were sitting down, the tent in my pants was obvious.

FRIDAY EVENING

We arrived on the East Coast, took a taxi to the luxury hotel/sports complex where the reunion was being held, and unpacked. I followed Anne into the bathroom and watched her remove and clean her spermicide-coated diaphragm. Although we'd made love the night before, there was no trace of my sperm since I'd also worn a condom. Double-protection was once again the rule. She reinserted her diaphragm as I watched, and the intimacy and sexuality this act implied made me erect. We shared a long, sensuous shower, but we decided to save sex for later. 

We agreed that no matter what happened, we weren't going to swap sex partners that first night. "I want to flirt with my old classmates until I can't stand it anymore! And then come back here and suck your balls dry!" Anne said as she licked my ear. This last comment referred to my "dry" ejaculations after we returned from Dave and Glenda's. Anne had been both amused and proud when I had told her she had "sucked my balls dry" with so much sexual activity. I knew what I could expect later that evening! 

The reunion began with an informal buffet on Friday evening, followed by a cocktail party. Both were held in a large, first-floor suite of rooms not unlike somebody's home. Drinks were in one room near the middle of the suite, food and snacks were in several others, and there were lots of nooks and corners for people to sit and talk. Three rooms had music and dancing. There were also three unlighted outdoor patios. A slight chemical smell in the air explained the absence of mosquitoes and other annoying insects. 

Anne left me so she could mingle with some of her old classmates, and I immediately found myself surrounded by complete strangers. That quickly changed. As the classmates greeted each other, the rest of us formed a group we called "The Spouses." Most people in our group were about the same age, although a couple of the men were older, and several women were younger. We immediately got acquainted and began to socialize.

There was a lot of flirting and drinking everywhere, even among The Spouses. As the evening wore on, alcohol dulled people's sensibilities, and many of the people who were dancing openly groped and fondled each other in sexually explicit ways. I had expected the old classmates to rekindle old fires of passion, but I was surprised by the amount of overtly sexual touching among The Spouses. On two occasions I saw newly- formed couples leave, then return a few minutes later with their clothing in disarray. Casual sex was definitely in the air. After being painfully groped by a couple of The Spouses, I decided to stroll around rather than stay with "my" group.

I fixed myself a drink at the bar, and checked things out. As I walked through the various rooms, I occasionally saw Anne talking to her old friends, both male and female. I could see that she was beginning to get excited. I saw her dancing with one guy as he rubbed the twin globes of her behind as they kissed. Yes, Anne was going to be really aroused when we got back to our room!

I recognized Jack from his picture. I saw him trying to talk to Anne, but she glared at him, and he turned and left the room. I decided not to introduce myself to him. In one room The Spouses were still dancing, and I saw several pairs of them leave to have sex. Being monogamous made me feel like a prude! But an excited and aroused prude as I thought about what would come later.

I decided to amuse myself by staying mostly sober and analyzing the various social and sexual interactions. One of Anne's classmates was a stunning brunette. The moment I saw her I wanted to fuck her. My first conscious thought was, "I'll bet she's hot in bed!" She was voluptuous, curvy, and dangerously beautiful. Her nipples were clearly visible through her tight white sleeveless top, and the bounce and jiggle of her breasts provided additional evidence that she was not wearing a bra. As she walked I could see the muscles in her behind moving under the tight, clinging fabric of her short, tight skirt. There was no evidence she was wearing panties. My lust was fueled by the sexual energy that radiated from her.

Judging from the sharp looks from several of the women, I deduced that this was Marcie, the infamous class slut, tramp, and bitch. She certainly looked and acted the part! I confirmed her identity when I saw her talking briefly with Jack. Their intimate but non-erotic touches signaled that they were clearly a couple. She might have been drunk at an earlier reunion, but at this one she appeared to be very much in control. But she also exuded an incredible amount of sexual energy, even when she was standing still. It was obvious that she was deliberately stimulating the men and annoying the women.

Marcie was easily the most attractive woman at the gathering, and I it would be particularly interesting to study her interactions with her classmates. At least that was my excuse! Truthfully I wanted to watch her barely-covered body as it moved under her thin clothing! I would have admired her body even if her face had not been beautiful. I also saw no problem with getting turned on since Anne was also enjoying herself. 

Marcie appeared to have only a few friends among her classmates. I wondered if the reason went back to their highschool days or if her drunken behavior at the earlier reunion was to blame. It was impossible to tell. Most of the men sucked in their stomachs, puffed out their chests, and smiled when she walked past. They stared at her breasts and bottom, and several of them developed visible erections. Most of the women tried to ignore her. Just watching her move from room to room gave me a partial erection, so I casually followed her. I thought I was being inconspicuous. 

Marcie abruptly whirled around and stared directly at me. I quickly turned and headed for the room with the bar. I was pouring myself some rum into a coke when I heard a woman say, "You've been looking at them. How about dancing and finding out what they feel like?" I turned my head just as Marcie deliberately thumped her hip firmly against mine. Her impact caused me to spill rum all over the bar. She smiled. Her beauty was overwhelming! I felt a sudden burst of heat from deep inside my groin. I stared at her for several seconds before I found my voice. 

"Sure." I said. "Here or outside?" Marcie smiled and bobbed her head toward the nearest outside door. That gesture made her breasts bounce. As I looked up from her nipples, she grinned at me. Yes, she knew what she was doing! I left my half- completed drink sitting on the bar.

We walked out onto a dark patio and we were completely alone. "I'm Marcie." She murmured as she pressed herself full-length against me. She rubbed her crotch against my leg. "Dance with me. What's your name? And which one of my classmates is letting you run around unattended?"

"I'm Kyle." I replied. I wasn't about to tell her I was married to Anne! "If I'm unattended, does it really matter who let me out of my cage? And what did you mean by that comment about feeling rather than looking?"

Marcie gave me an openly mocking look and shook her head slowly. She kept one hand around my waist and slipped the other between our abdomens. In an incredibly fast move she unzipped me and pulled my erect penis through the opening in my underpants. I instinctively backed away, but she grabbed my penis and moved toward me. "You've been staring at my tits and getting hard for the past half-hour." She said. "I saw you following me around. Don't you get enough at home?" 

"Actually I've been staring at your entire body, Marcie." I said. "And just how much is enough?" I thought I was being clever and sophisticated. I had no idea how deeply I was in over my head. 

Still firmly holding my erection, Marcie pressed herself against me and shoved me across the patio. When we were well out of the light from the doorway and hidden behind a large plant of some kind, she released my penis and pulled her top up, completely releasing her full breasts. Then she turned around and pressed her behind against me, shoving me back against the wall. "C'mon! You've been wanting to touch them! Grab 'em! They won't bite! And they're real! Not like some of the silicone ones on display tonight!"

I cupped Marcie's large breasts in my hands and felt her nipples getting stiff. I gently squeezed and fondled them, and they were soft but firm - and very real! I felt a familiar pressure building in my balls, and my erection began to feel hot. I kissed and licked Marcie on the back of her neck, behind her ear. I was incredibly aroused by the taste of her skin and by the scent of her musky perfume. I felt my penis swell even more as I inhaled the aroma of fresh perspiration on her body. No woman had ever excited me so quickly or so completely! 

Marcie made little sounds in her throat as I gently pinched and pulled on her supple nipples. My exposed erection was pushing firmly against the back of her skirt, poking her behind and probing between her cheeks. I repeatedly thrust my hips forward in a futile attempt to push my erection through her clothing. I was beyond rational thought. I was consumed with an irresistible, primitive desire to mate with her. I was so inflamed with desire I doubt I could have resisted her if Anne had been standing in front of us. I growled in my throat as my attempts to shove my penis into her were thwarted by her skirt. I was determined to mate! I thrust harder and harder. 

Marcie suddenly rocked her hips forward until the tip of my penis was barely touching her skirt. I felt slippery cloth sliding over my erection as she pulled her skirt up to her waist. She pressed back against me again, and my erection pushed against the bare cheeks of her behind. I grunted and pushed my penis forward, pushing it between her cheeks. She reached back, spread her cheeks apart with her hands, then released them. My penis slipped completely between her cheeks, and I felt my balls pull up tight. She tightened her gluteus maximus muscles, and her cheeks squeezed my erection. Then she began to rock forward and back as she flexed the muscles in her behind. 

My penis was firmly wedged against Marcie's completely naked slit, and I could feel her pussy against my penis as it slowly became hot and moist. I could even feel her pubic hair tickling my penis. My penis was so incredibly sensitive I could feel her individual labia as they slipped along my shaft and parted. She pressed my hands firmly against her breasts, mashing them against her ribs. Her nipples and areolae were swollen and hard under my hands. The pressure of her muscles around my penis was unlike anything I'd ever felt, and my arousal immediately built to its inevitable peak. 

I completely lost control. Each squeeze of her ass brought me closer, and almost immediately I ejaculated between her legs. Each burst was unbelievably intense, and I groaned loudly several times. Even though my eyes were open I was unable to see. The intensity of the sensations radiating from my penis and testicles dominated everything else. Each time I thought I'd finished, I felt a burst of heat as more semen squirted down the inside of my shaft. 

My legs were trembling when I finished, and my penis began to soften. Marcie pulled my hands off her breasts and stepped away from me. I leaned against the wall so that I wouldn't fall down. I was gasping for air. As she rearranged her clothing I could see her smiling. "Well, everybody already thinks I'm a tramp. Guess they won't be surprised to see your cum dripping down my legs, now will they?"

Then Marcie leaned forward and gave me a deep tongue kiss. "Next time don't be so obvious! If you want to fuck me, be a little subtle! I'm playful, but I'm nobody's slut." She kissed me again and walked rapidly across the patio and back inside. I saw sparkling streaks of my cum on the insides of both her legs as the light from the doorway briefly illuminated her. It had run down almost to her ankles. I had never produced so much before!




The Reunion: Old Love, New Lust



My flaccid penis was sticky, mostly from Marcie's pussy. I put my penis back inside my pants and went through the same door, but she was nowhere in sight. It's no wonder she easily broke up Anne and Jack! Marcie exuded sexuality, but Anne had to work at it.

I thought about the arrangement I had with Anne, and I decided I hadn't broken it. But it had been a close thing. Marcie had only wanted to tease me, or perhaps teach me some kind of lesson. If she had been seriously interested in fucking me, I would have taken her on the patio. Well, more accurately, she would have taken me. But it hadn't happened, so my agreement with Anne was still in effect. 

I didn't try to figure out why I was still walking around looking for Marcie. She was clearly dangerous, but I didn't think about that. The temptation to get more intimate with her was simply too strong to resist. The memories of the erotic sensations I had just experienced were fresh and vivid. I had wasted my cream by ejaculating outside her body, and in spite of my flaccid penis I felt an incredibly powerful desire to ejaculate inside her. 

More cum oozed out of my penis into my shorts. My crotch was uncomfortably sticky, so I found a bathroom and took off my shoes, slacks, and undershorts. The sharp odor of cum and Marcie's pussy made the air thick and hard to breathe. I leaned over into the sink and rinsed my penis. I threw my sticky undershorts into the trash before I dressed and left the room. I hoped I wouldn't have to explain their absence to Anne.

The sliding touch of my slacks against my bare penis began to get me hard again. I wondered if Marcie wanted to do a little more. I looked in a couple of rooms but I couldn't find her. I realized I'd left my drink somewhere, so I headed toward the bar to get another. Anne spotted me just as I picked up an empty glass. She pressed her body against mine and kissed me. "MMM! You've been kissing someone else, haven't you? I can taste her lipstick! Naughty, naughty!" Then she laughed. "I think I've kissed half the boys in my class, and most of them tried to feel me up!" She wobbled as she talked to me, and I wondered how much alcohol she'd consumed.

I fixed us both a couple of drinks, and we wrapped our arms around each other and danced. Even with the drinks in our hands, it was intensely erotic. Anne was feeling no pain, and she had completely lost her inhibitions. I suspected that some of the men had done more than simply attempt to feel her up! She molded her body to mine and I responded by becoming hard. Even though we were in full view of anyone who happened to look at us, she reached down and rubbed and squeezed my erection through my pants. I decided it was about time to take her back to our room. When she got like this, we usually didn't have time to get completely undressed before we mated. 

We finished our drinks. Anne groped me again, and she gave me the special fuck-me-now hand signal that Dave and Glenda had taught us. She grinned broadly. It was definitely time to leave! We crossed into the next room, but somehow we got lost in the maze of the suite and missed the exit. She waved her hand signal at me again, and we almost ran across that room and into the next. The exit was in sight! 

As we hurried past an open doorway, we heard a woman announce in an overly- loud, drunken voice, "And she still thinks Marcie was trying to fuck him that night! She never found out!" I heard several women laughing.

Anne stopped so suddenly I almost knocked her down. She was immediately stone-cold sober. She pulled away from me and pushed her way past several people into the room we had just passed. She grabbed a woman's arm and angrily spun her around. "What the hell did you just say, Sondra? Who never found out? ME?"

Sondra stood there in shocked silence, her mouth opening and closing like a fish in a landing net. My immediate impression was that I wasn't particularly impressed by the Sondra of locker-room sex fame. Neither her face nor figure inspired me to have thoughts of fucking her. After about three seconds another woman giggled, and said in a drunken voice, "Jack, silly! Marcie wasn't going to screw him! It was all a big joke!"

Anne began to tremble. "B-b-but I saw her kissing and groping him! And she had her blouse off! In his car!"

"Anne, how dumb are you?" Another drunken woman said. "You knew how Marcie always liked Jack! We told her that you'd dumped him. We talked her into trying to cheer him up! She undid her blouse, jumped on his lap, and kissed him. He was trying to get away from her when you came out! God! It was so funny! I'll never forget the look on your face!" Several of the women laughed. I had an intense, irrational, almost overpowering desire to kill every one of these spiteful witches for their cruelty to Anne.

Anne turned toward me. Her eyes were wide open, and her face was chalky- white. She trembled, then stumbled and started to collapse. I stepped forward and grabbed her. I held her against me and pulled her into the next room. Behind me I heard several of the nasty bitches laughing. Somebody said, "Remember that snotty way she used to act? Like she and Jack had that love that was so special?" I heard more laughter. "Marcie didn't even know what was going on! She was the perfect patsy!"

I could tell by the way Anne moved her head that she had heard that last comment, too. She began to tremble and almost went limp in my arms. Strange high- pitched whines came out of her mouth. I half-carried, half-dragged Anne through the exit and made it to the elevators. It only took a couple of minutes to get her back to our room, but it seemed to take forever. Her face was still terribly pale. Her eyes were wide open and very dark. She was staring into space, almost in shock. 

Anne groaned, then bent over and held her stomach with both hands. She pulled away from me, stumbled into our bathroom, and violently threw up into the toilet. When she came out, she dropped her clothes in a heap on the floor and climbed naked into bed. Then she began to sob. "He didn't cheat on me! He said so and I didn't believe him! Oh God! I didn't believe him!" 

I wrapped my arms around her and held her until she finally fell asleep. I thought about how much of Anne's life had been thoroughly trashed by that cruel joke. For fifteen years she had tried to forget the boy she loved because she thought he'd betrayed her. Now she knew it had all been a stupid, jealous prank. If there had been any betrayal, it had been by Anne because she had not trusted Jack. What would happen now? I couldn't think of anything good that was likely.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned my teeth, then stripped and climbed back into bed with Anne. She was asleep, but she was tossing and turning. I kissed her good night without waking her. I lay in bed with my arms wrapped around her and worried about the effect tonight's revelation would have on our lives. It took a long time but I finally drifted into a fitful sleep.

Anne woke me a couple of hours later. She was kissing me and crying. "Make love to me, Kyle! Make love to me!" She was rubbing my penis with one hand as she removed her diaphragm with the other. She really wanted to mate! As soon as I was erect she climbed on top of me and rode me. She drove herself toward an orgasm. In the dim light I could see that she was crying as she frantically twisted and jerked on me. I could hear her mumbling, "Sorry . . . Sorry . . . Sorry . . ." 

Anne was thinking about Jack, not me, and whatever she was doing, it really wasn't making love. My erection lost its stiffness, and her gyrations quickly caused my penis to come out of her. She immediately wailed a cry of frustration and threw herself on top of me. I held her for several minute as she sobbed and moaned, over and over, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I didn't know if she was thinking about me or Jack. Or herself. 

I was sorry too. Never before had I gotten Anne so close to orgasm and then left her hanging. I lay on my back, my sticky, soft penis smashed between us, and listened to her weep. I knew we were in big, big trouble. She finally rolled off me and fell sleep. It was almost dawn before I again drifted into a fitful sleep.

SATURDAY's PICNIC

The sound of Anne splashing in the shower woke me just before 8:30. I joined her, and for the first time in memory she didn't want me to get playful as she bathed. I quickly cleaned up and got out. When she came out of the bathroom, I ordered breakfast from room service. I didn't want to see anyone else, and with her red and swollen eyes she really looked terrible. 

After breakfast Anne wrapped herself in a bathrobe, sat in a chair, and stared into space. I couldn't get her to say more than a few words at a time. I was relieved that she was no longer crying, but the look of angry intensity on her face was not comforting. Just after 11:00 she began to dress for the scheduled noon picnic. It took her a long time to apply makeup. We arrived a little late, but her face looked a lot better, and she no longer had a glassy stare in her eyes. She was subdued, but she no longer acted catatonic. I was beginning to feel optimistic. I really should have known better.

We picked up a couple of hamburgers, salads, and drinks, and we found places at the end of a long picnic table. Anne introduced me to two of her male classmates. I had already met their wives the evening before, and I introduced them to Anne. Everyone except Anne carried on an animated conversation. She kept looking around, observing everything that was going on, and carefully watching everybody come and go. I knew she was looking for Jack, and I was so jealous I had trouble eating. 

Anne was looking the wrong way and was completely unprepared for what happened next. Sondra and one of the other women suddenly came up behind Anne, and Sondra gushed, "Anne, I'm SO sorry! We NEVER meant to hurt you, and we CERTAINLY never meant for you to . . ."

Anne effectively shut down every conversation within twenty feet of our table when she said, in a clear, firm voice, "Sondra, you lying, hypocritical, sanctimonious bitch! You meant to hurt me and you did! More than you'll ever know! So go fuck yourself!"

Sondra froze with her mouth hanging open and she turned pale. When Sondra didn't move, Anne sneered at her and continued her verbal assault. "I remember when you bragged you'd fucked every guy on the wrestling team. In the locker room. One after the other. Even that old coach. Why don't you pull up your dress and let's see how many of them still remember your eager cheerleader's cunt? Did you do it again last night with the team? Is your rosy red cunt still dripping their cream? From all those different guys? Is that why you're walking so funny, Sondra? Is your cunt all sticky?" This all came out too fast for Sondra to interrupt Anne.

I shared everyone's shock and my face felt hot. I was simultaneously aware of three things: the nearly complete silence around us, the angry glare one of the women at our table was giving her heavyset husband, and the bright red flush that completely colored Sondra's face and arms. I wrapped my arm around Anne's shoulders and pulled her against me. Her body was stiff and rigid. She didn't look at me. Instead she glared at Sondra until Sondra turned, and with the help of her friend, walked unsteadily away. 

Anne leaned forward and let out the breath that she had been holding. I felt her body begin to relax as she took quick, shallow breaths. I was proud of her for standing up to that bitch, but I was also worried about her. I had never seen such intense hostility come from her. Her skin felt hot, and I could both smell and feel her fresh perspiration. I hugged her and she wrapped her arms around me and began to whimper against my neck.

As I held Anne I looked around and saw lots of people hurrying to leave. We were alone at our table with the heavyset guy and his wife. She was glaring at him. "Jeez, honey!" He said. "Sondra climbed into the shower with us and begged us to screw her!"

"I'll bet you were first in line, weren't you?" His angry wife hissed at him.

"Shit no! I was probably sixth or seventh. Near the end and . . . " His eyes opened wide as he suddenly realized what he'd just admitted. "Hell, honey! What was I supposed to do? I was only eighteen for krise-sake! It was free pussy!"

His angry wife dumped her full plate of food into his lap. "You were going steady with me, you pig! I asked you about it and you denied it! You fucking, lying asshole!" She stood up and threw his plate of food against his chest. As food ran down his shirt, she pushed his drink over and its contents added to the mess in his lap. She cursed him again and stormed angrily away.

He looked over at me. "Shit, man, you know how it is, right? It's not like it was rape or nothin'! She even did a couple of the guys twice! Hey, it's only natural, right? Right?"

I ignored him and pulled Anne to her feet. The adrenalin was still active in her system, and she was beginning to tremble. She looked sick. "C'mon, baby! Let's walk it off! Let's get away from here for a few minutes!" I said. 

I walked her about thirty yards to a shaded bench and we sat down. We hugged each other until she was again calm.

"Oh Kyle! I've never felt such hatred inside myself!" Abbe said. "I've never done . . . " She bit her lip. "I should never have come back! I remembered all the good times in high school and I wanted to relive some of them. I forgot about all the treachery that was just under the surface. And I never knew that Jack was . . . " She lost control again as she remembered what she had learned the night before. I held her as she sobbed again and again, "I'm so sorry." Was she sorry for herself? For me? Or for Jack? Once again I was afraid to ask.

Anne recovered after a few minutes, and we walked around the woods together, lost in our separate thoughts. She clung tightly to my hand. 

The woods were as artificial as her happy high school memories. All of the lower branches and undergrowth had been carefully cleared away, meandering paths had been deliberately laid out with dark mulch, benches had been strategically placed under the trees, and there was well-mowed grass growing everywhere. There were no weeds or other extraneous plants. The chemical smell I remembered from the night before was everywhere, and there were no bugs of any kind. It was a pretend forest. Wasn't that appropriate for this "happy" reunion?

Anne and I spotted Marcie and Jack at the same moment, and we came to an abrupt halt. They were sitting on a bench and talking. They hadn't seen us. We stood still and stared at them for a minute or so. Finally Anne said, "Kyle, you wait here. Please! I've got to talk to Jack. Alone. I've got to! I was looking for him at the picnic, but he wasn't there. Okay?"

I knew I really had no choice, so I nodded. I watched Anne walk hesitantly toward her old boyfriend and his wife. She was less than ten feet from them when they finally noticed her. Jack jumped to his feet. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Marcie looked back and forth between them, then she also stood up. She looked at the two of them, then turned and walked slowly toward me. She hesitated and looked back once, then continued walking toward me.

I watched Marcie approach. Even though she wasn't smiling, she still exuded sex with every step. I remembered how my penis had felt between the cheeks of her ass, and I began to get hard. When she had almost reached me, she noticed my erection and finally smiled. She was almost against me when she stopped walking. She was so close I could have expanded my chest and brushed against her breasts. "We heard about that scene with Sondra last night. Jack wants to talk to Anne and she wants to talk to him. I think both our marriages just got completely fucked. What do you think?" 

Tears began to stream down Marcie's face, and it seemed natural to wrap our arms around each other. We clung together and watched the silent tableau as our spouses began to resolve their fifteen-year-old misunderstanding.

At first Jack and Anne sat apart, looking down at their feet. They took turns looking at each other and talking, then looking back down again. Eventually they looked at each other at the same time, and Jack got up and moved closer to Anne. They held hands. They were both crying as they talked. Then Jack lifted Anne onto his lap and they began to kiss. 

Even from a distance I could feel the intensity of the love and passion they expressed for each other. Marcie voiced my own thoughts. "If we weren't married to them, I'd feel so happy for them. But I'm just scared. Really scared. I wish I'd known you were married to Anne last night. I would never have . . . " She turned and buried her head in my shoulder and began to sob. I realized tears were running down my face, too.

Anne and Jack continued kissing as Marcie and I watched. I described what had just happened at the picnic. "Good for Annie!" Marcie remarked through her tears. "It's about time somebody knocked that snooty bitch down a peg or two! Sondra's slept with most of the guys here, but she always acts like she's so proper and respectable. I don't know how she's gotten away with it for so long." I'd never before heard my wife referred to as "Annie," but I sensed that Marcie meant it in a positive, supportive way. This only exacerbated my confusion and complete bewilderment which were compounded by my throbbing erection. 

Marcie and I let them kiss for perhaps ten minutes, but that was all Marcie and I could endure. We walked up to them and quite literally pried them apart. Anne and I walked away, leaving Jack and Marcie sitting and talking on the bench. Anne's face was flushed and her eyes sparkled. I knew she was sexually aroused, but she made no effort to touch me. When I offered her my hand, she didn't take it. She treated me like I was a stranger. I couldn't help remembering how firmly she had held onto me a few minutes earlier.

When we reached our room, Anne finally put her arms around me. "I'm sorry, Kyle!" She said. "There's just so much happening, and I'm trying to sort it all out." She kissed me, but it didn't seem romantic or sexy. It felt more like I had just kissed my mother. 

Anne said she needed a shower, and she began to take off her clothes. I undressed too, and my penis began to get erect as I looked at her. She put her hand on my arm and said, "Not this time, Kyle. I need to be alone." Her face was still flushed and her nipples were jutting out. I could smell that she was aroused. My erection collapsed with the realization she had been aroused by Jack, and that she didn't want to make love to me. What was going to happen next? I was beginning to panic. 

I heard the shower running and I began to pick up our clothes from the floor. Her panties were wet and sticky with her secretions. I inhaled her fresh scent from them and again became erect. "Nuts to this shit!" I thought. "I'm her husband, she's ready, and I'm going to make love to her!" In the back of my mind I knew this was about the dumbest thing I could do, but I wanted to reassert my claim to her the best way I could. My fear and panic disappeared as my penis began to throb as I stripped off my clothes.

I opened the bathroom door and walked in. I could see Anne through the transparent shower curtain. Her eyes were clenched tightly closed. Her right hand was between her legs, and her left was pulling on her right breast. She was masturbating herself with several fingers. I heard her moan. Her orgasm began as I stared at her. She groaned loudly, then sat down quickly into the tub. Her legs kicked and jerked as she moved her fingers in and out faster and faster. She was pinching her nipples. I heard the clunking sounds as her knees bumped against the sides of the tub. She groaned again several times, then finally began to calm down as the shower continued to cover her with its spray.




The Reunion: Old Love, New Lust



I backed out of the bathroom and gently closed the door. I had never seen Anne masturbate before, and as arousing as the experience had been, I knew she hadn't been imagining I was the man fucking her. I felt first rage, then self-pity. I wanted to hit somebody one minute, and the next I wanted to curl up in the fetal position and cry. It took several minutes for me to regain a small measure of self-control. By the time she turned off the shower I had managed to calm down a little. Not much, but barely enough. Some monster inside my psyche wanted me to rape her, but I managed to put that thought out of my head. I was really messed up, and I knew Anne was, too. 

A few minutes later Anne emerged from the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped around her head. Her skin was rosy and pink. My psychological monster reared its ugly head. Did she want me to rape her? Is that why she was walking around naked, displaying her body to me? I was still naked, too. 

Anne found her portable hair dryer, plugged it in, and sat naked and cross-legged on the bed and began to dry her hair. Her nipples were still red where she had pulled on them. I could see her pussy lips showing pink and enlarged through her pubic hair. When she looked at me standing naked in front of her, she barely reacted. She wasn't trying to tempt me with her body. She just didn't care whether I reacted to her - or not. The pain I felt was very real. My stomach hurt and I tasted acid in the back of my mouth. 

I climbed into the shower and turned it on. My balls hurt, and I wanted to beat off. I tried, but I couldn't even get hard. I shaved and showered. I was still struggling with the conflicting desires to break something or to cry.

Anne finished drying her hair as I came out of the bathroom. As I dried my hair with a towel, she picked up the phone. I heard her ask to be connected to someone's room. I had no idea what she was doing. Here we were, two naked adults, married with children, and I felt as if we were complete strangers. Well, perhaps we were.

"Mary? Anne." I heard her say. "What's the seating arrangement for tonight?" She listened. "Where'd you put Jack and Marcie?" She asked sweetly, then listened again. "Screw that! I want you to put me with them in a remote corner at a small table with nobody else." I noted that she hadn't mentioned me and I felt another sharp pain of jealousy in my stomach. Ten seconds later, she angrily said, "I don't give a crap if it'll fuck up your precious little plans, Mary!" I could hear angry sounds coming out of the phone but not the words. "Get this straight! You do it or I'll tell Harry about Philly." She listened and her face turned into a nasty sneer. "So what if I promised never to tell! You knew the truth about Jack and Marcie, and you didn't tell me. Doing me this little favor doesn't begin to make us even! But do it or I'll fuck up your marriage big time!" She slammed the phone down. It was only the second time I'd seen her really angry. 

Anne was still sitting naked on the bed. I'd been making love to her for more than a decade, and she didn't look like anyone I recognized. I had never seen her so angry or so determined. I also remembered that shortly after we were married, Anne and Mary had flown to Philadelphia together to see a play. I stared at her and waited. 

Anne finally calmed down. She looked over at me. "What happened in Philly?" I asked. 

Anne blinked a few times before she realized what I had asked. "After we saw the play, we went backstage. Mary had dated the guy who wrote it. She took him back to the hotel with us. He spent the night in our room. In the bed next to mine. Every couple of hours all night long they woke me as they did it. When it was time to leave, he was fucking her again, and I had to wait until they finished. They didn't care that I was there. They didn't even cover up. We almost missed our flight home."

"And you promised to keep quiet about it?"

"She said that Harry just didn't satisfy her. And that every couple of months she had to get laid by a guy with a really big dick or she'd go nuts. I said I wouldn't tell. And I didn't."

I was afraid to ask for details about the size of that guy's penis. I was also afraid to ask why she wanted us to sit with Jack and Marcie. There were suddenly lots of things I really didn't want to know. I turned on the TV and watched a mindless golf match for a couple of hours. Anne just stared into space. Neither of us got dressed. I thought about how I'd seen Anne masturbating and I got hard. She didn't appear to notice. I finally got soft again. I was still struggling between being angry, being aroused, and being completely terrified. The anger and terror I understood, but I really couldn't understand why I was getting aroused. I wondered how big Jack's penis was. Maybe I was going insane. At least that would be a reasonable excuse for my thoughts and feelings. 

SATURDAY'S BANQUET

Then it was finally time. "Much as I like seeing you like that, I think we need to dress for dinner." I said. Anne gave me a quick, but somehow frightening, smile. 

When we had packed for this trip, Anne had chosen two possible outfits for the dinner this evening. I had jokingly asked her to pack a third dress, one she had never worn in public. It was her special, let's-eat-and-then-fuck dress that she would tease me with whenever the kids were staying at her mother's and we were home alone for the evening. I had kidded her, "Wear this and make everyone forget about Marcie!" And she had laughed. "We'll need Dave and Glenda's signals for sure if you show up wearing this!" I'd added. She had blushed deeply, but she'd packed it carefully into her suitcase.

But now my words came back to haunt me, and I wished she hadn't brought it along. I felt a cold spot form in the pit of my stomach when I saw her lay it out to put on. The determined look on her face as she ran her fingers over it made clear her intention to have sex with someone other than me tonight. I had no doubt who that someone would be. My penis bolted upright as I thought about the sexual incident less than a day before with Marcie. Would I be fucking Marcie while Jack fucked Anne next to me? I was incredibly aroused, but angry and confused at the same time. I was an emotional mess as I stared at my wife while she carefully put on the sexy dress and prepared to seduce another man. 

The dress probably had some kind of special name, but I don't know what it is. The skirt was pleated and ended just above her knees. It flowed with her hips as she walked. It was completely backless, so she couldn't wear a bra. The skimpy front was held up by two straps that fastened behind her neck. The bright crimson material looked and felt like the stuff they make women's slips from. It was silky, thin, almost transparent, and incredibly sexy. I couldn't help staring at her erect nipples as her breasts freely bounced and moved beneath the fabric.

All she wore underneath it was a silky white thong. Its outline showed clearly through the filmy fabric. Her legs had a deep tan and she didn't need to wear hose. The matching crimson high heels emphasized her terrific legs. Her long hair hung down around her shoulders and bounced and waved the same way her skirt did. The white untanned line across her back served to emphasize her near-nakedness. She was every man's walking wet dream. I got hard just looking at her, even though I knew she wasn't dressing this way for me. 

Anne had only worn the dress three times before, and each time she had become so overwhelmed by my reaction that she had climaxed as soon as my penis entered her. I was the only one who had ever seen her dressed like this, but now she was going to wear "the dress" for her old high school class. For Jack. I could see patches of red on her cheeks, and her nipples were stiff and poking against the dress. She was already getting aroused. Now I was really worried that I no longer had a wife. Would we ever be able to get past this damned reunion? 

I quickly got dressed, and fifteen minutes later we checked in for the banquet. Mary and her husband were running the desk where people picked up their table assignments, and Mary's mouth fell open when she saw what Anne was wearing. Her husband's eyes opened wide and he openly stared at Anne's nipples. Neither said a word for several seconds. Finally Mary handed Anne a little card with a number on it, and Mary stammered out a description of our table's location. I followed Anne as she walked diagonally across the banquet room.

Anne knew that every man's eyes were glued to her rock-hard nipples, but she was uncharacteristically bold and flashy. She kept her body in motion, and everyone could easily see the shape of her breasts as they wiggled and bounced under the thin, red fabric. Her high heels made her hips swing, and the dress outlined the muscles in her behind and the lines of her thong as she walked. As I followed her across the room, I could smell the scent of her pussy in spite of the perfume she had applied. I got erect, then quickly soft again as I remembered that I wasn't the object of her obvious lust.

Anne and I were seated at table twenty-seven, a table for four in a corner at the back of the banquet room. It was at least ten feet from anyone else, so Mary had understood Anne's demand and complied with it. I seated Anne, and then I left to get us drinks from the bar. When I returned, Marcie and Jack arrived and sat down while I was gone. Jack had sat down next to Anne and Marcie patted the seat next to her. "We'll let the high school sweethearts sit together, won't we Kyle?" The hard look around her eyes was completely opposite to the pleasant sound of her voice. This woman knew how to deceive people! Well, that was part of the reason we were in this mess, wasn't it?

Jack got up to get drinks for Marcie and himself. While he was gone, I couldn't think of anything to say, and I sat in complete silence and compared the two women. Marcie was dangerously beautiful and had a much sexier figure overall, but tonight Anne had outdone her. 

Marcie's elegant and simple black dress covered most of her body, and she was obviously wearing a bra. Anne's dress emphasized her near nakedness, and the movement of her breasts as she breathed served to proclaim that she was completely female. Moreover the look on her face said, "I am totally aroused and ready!" Her dress was obviously no impediment to touching her body. Every heterosexual male who saw her felt a primitive, overpowering urge to mate with her. I was among them, and I couldn't do anything. I was dizzy with fear and frustration. Once again I was fully and painfully erect. 

Perhaps I should have felt proud, but I wasn't. I was really scared. I was jealous, and waves of pity swept over me. Overlaying and confusing these feelings was my arousal. My nostrils flared, and I could smell Marcie's musky perfume. But I could also smell Anne's wet pussy even though she was seated across from me. From the way she wiggled in her chair I knew she was uncomfortably aroused. My erection was throbbing painfully in my pants, and I wanted to mount Anne in front of everyone to proclaim that she was mine. The desire to ejaculate into her body as her vagina pulsed and squeezed my penis competed with the fear that I would never again know such pleasures with her.

I heard Marcie asking, "Are you all right?" And I realized I had been making little grunting sounds as I fought my psychological demons. I turned toward her and nodded. Her eyes opened wide from whatever she saw on my face. I turned back toward Anne and I immediately felt a chill ripple down my spine. Her look of pure, naked lust mirrored my own emotions, but she was staring in the direction Jack had gone, not at me. 

Jack returned and sat down, but we still didn't know what to say to each other. Jack and Anne had their backs to a wall. I was seated directly across from Anne. She turned to Jack and gave a little smile, and I realized they were holding hands under the table. Marcie realized it too, and she looked at me and raised an eyebrow, obviously asking what we should do. I had no idea, and I gently shook my head. She frowned and looked away. What the hell did she expect me to do? My emotions were churning and I felt both nauseous and still a little dizzy. My penis was also throbbing. 

During the meal Anne and Jack couldn't hold hands, and the four of us managed to engage in small talk. We were kept waiting for a long time for dessert to arrive. "Your wife really seems to be enjoying my husband, doesn't she?" Marcie whispered in my ear as she slid her hand into my lap and began to rub my erection through my pants.

I was afraid I'd lose control and ejaculate if she continued, and I pushed her hand away. She leaned closer and whispered in my ear. "Look at Anne's face. Watch Jack's shoulder move. What do you think they're doing under the table?"

I felt Marcie grab my hand under the table as I looked across at Anne. Anne's nipples were so erect they looked ready to rip through the thin material covering them. Her mouth was slightly open and her lower lip was gently trembling. Her breathing was irregular. Her body gave a tiny jerk, and she squeezed her eyes shut for about a second. When she opened them, they were unfocused and her pupils were dilated.

Anne suddenly pushed her chair back and said, "I need to visit the ladies' room." She then touched the first knuckle of her right index finger to her lips. This was the signal we'd established with Dave and Glenda to mean, "I want to talk to you alone." I excused myself and escorted Anne to the bathroom. I was so erect I had trouble walking. When we got to the lobby, she said, "Wait for me here." Then she went into the ladies' room. Before I went into the men's room, I stared at her behind as her muscles flexed under her dress. I wondered if it still belonged to me. I wondered if it ever really had. I couldn't understand why I was so aroused. 

In spite of my erect prick I managed to urinate, and I washed my hands and waited for Anne. She came out of the ladies room and pressed something into my hand. I looked down and saw her white thong. There is perhaps nothing either as sexually explicit or as sexually symbolic as a woman handing a man the panties she is wearing. Instead of exciting me, I felt as if she had hit me in the stomach. 

I started to say something but Anne stopped me. "He was rubbing me through them at the table. That's as far as he ever got before. I climaxed. I want to feel him inside me. You can do Marcie if you want." With that she turned and walked toward our table. Everyone who had seen the outline of her thong before now knew she was naked under the dress. I shoved her thong into a pocket in my jacket and squeezed it as I followed her. It was noticeably damp and I could feel her sexy, sticky wetness clinging to my fingers. This was no symbol. It was Jack who had excited her, not me. 

Damn Dave and Glenda! This was the deal that Anne and I had made, but I didn't know if I could let her make out with Jack in front of me and still stay rational! I was also feeling guilty about my intimate contact with Marcie the evening before, so I really didn't have the moral high ground. I felt like shit. I was even more scared and jealous than before. And I was still incredibly aroused at an intensively primitive level.

Once again I could smell Anne's arousal as I followed in her wake. As confused and hurt as I felt, I couldn't understand why I was still erect. Did the thought of her fucking Jack excite me? If so, why? Was it Marcie I really wanted to fuck? As confused as my emotions were, why was I so aroused? 

Less than a minute after we sat down, I saw the excited and pleased look on Jack's face when he discovered he had free access to Anne's bare pussy. Anne's eyes were half-closed, and she began to breathe faster. I could see Jack's shoulders moving in a steady rhythm, and I knew he was finger-fucking my wife. Her upper body began to make little twitches and jerks. Her nipples pushed even harder against her dress. Jack was staring at Anne's face but she was staring glassy-eyed somewhere over my head.

As I watched my wife become increasingly aroused by her old boyfriend, Marcie bumped my hip as she moved her body beneath the table. I heard the soft sound of a zipper, then Marcie bumped me again as she lifted her hips from the chair and sat back down again. Marcie grabbed my hand and pulled it firmly toward her lap. 

Anne's body began to flinch every few seconds, and she turned her head to look at Jack's face. She made a little gasp, then her mouth opened and she held her eyes closed. She tilted her head back and her lower jaw began to tremble. 

I also flinched when my hand felt Marcie's bare thigh. She pressed my hand between her legs, and my fingers found themselves in the wooly forest of her pubic hair. She, like Anne, was not wearing panties. Marcie spread her knees apart and I began to rub her pussy in time with Jack's shoulder motions. I stared at the growing excitement on Anne's face as I rubbed Marcie's slit. Dammit all! She told me I could "do" Marcie, but this didn't feel right! Marcie made a strange sound and spread her knees further apart.

Anne began to make little squeaking sounds and her entire body jerked. Then it jerked again. And again. Jack had obviously brought her to a lengthy and powerful orgasm. Anne finally stopped moving and she opened her eyes. Jack's shoulder moved again, and in a few seconds Anne had another climax. She half rose out of her chair as she rhythmically thrust her hips against Jack's fingers. She made no attempt to conceal what she was doing. 

Marcie was now wet, and I rubbed her clitoris. She made several guttural sounds in her throat and I looked at her. She was staring at Anne. Marcie turned her head and whispered in my ear, "Fuck me with your fingers!"

As I did so I felt her unzipping me and groping for my penis. I lifted my hips and she quickly pushed my clothing aside and took hold of me. I began to slide my fingers in and out of her as she stroked my erection. Anne's body shuddered as she climaxed yet again. Her head was back and her mouth was wide open. She clutched at her nipples with both hands through her dress as Jack continued to finger her. Her body was shaking as she moved her hips forward and back against his hand. Anyone who looked in her direction would know what she and Jack were doing. I was afraid to look toward other tables since they would know I was being cuckold right in front of them.

Dessert was finally delivered by the servers, but the four of us ignored it. The scent of pussy was so strong I could taste it. Anne had another climax, and I continued to rub Marcie. Jack wasn't even aware of it, but he was clearly winning the finger-fuck- the-other-guy's-wife competition.

Finally after I had been fingering her for several minutes, Marcie muttered something, then gave a little cry, and I felt her body tense. She trembled for several seconds, then relaxed. She had been squeezing my penis during her climax, and she began to rub it again. I was almost there. I renewed my finger motions inside an extremely wet Marcie. I glanced at Anne, but she was staring hard at Jack, not at me. I felt my own climax approaching and I tried to suppress the sounds of the groans I was beginning to make. I wondered where Marcie would aim my penis when I ejaculated. Whichever one my cum struck - Anne or Jack - didn't really concern me. I just wanted to climax. And the thought of doing it on them was strangely attractive. I felt the tension rapidly building in my groin. I was mere seconds from my climax.

Before I could ejaculate, Anne and Jack suddenly stood up and headed for an exit. Their abrupt departure brought Marcie and me back to earth. It took us a couple of minutes to get our clothes fastened so we could follow them. I used Jack's napkin to clean Marcie's pussy juice from my fingers, and she reached over and used Anne's napkin to blot her own crotch dry. Somehow these childish gestures seemed both appropriate and necessary. My penis was still throbbing and erect as we hurried after them. 




The Reunion: Old Love, New Lust



POST-BANQUET ACTIVITIES

When we got outside, Anne and Jack had disappeared.

"Jack has one of our room keys. But we'd be able to see them if they went that way." Marcie said. 

"Let's go look out there." I pointed to the artificial woods. "I'll bet they went to that bench where they were kissing this afternoon."

After quickly looking around again, Marcie nodded, and we headed into the woods along one of the mulch paths. It seemed natural when we put our arms around each other. Our hips were rubbing together as we hurried along. Our feet made crunching sounds as we walked. I was aroused but still very much afraid.

As we got close to the bench, I pulled Marcie off of the path. We walked on the grass under the trees. Our feet made almost no sound as we approached the bench. We slowly crept past a large tree, and then we saw them together on the bench, less than fifty feet from us.

Marcie and I were standing in deep shadow, and it was almost impossible to see each other because of our dark clothing. Her skin was light enough that I could faintly see her face and bare arms. We were certainly invisible to Jack and Anne. We clung to each other and stared.

Jack was sitting on the bench, and Anne was sitting on his lap, facing him with her legs apart and wrapped around his waist. She had her arms around his neck and they were kissing. I couldn't see Jack's hands. Marcie made a short gasp, then she leaned against me, and one by one she pulled off her shoes. 

As my eyes further adjusted to the darkness, I could see them more clearly. Anne's dress was pulled up around her waist, and it only partially concealed her naked behind. Her top was unfastened and had fallen into her lap. Jack's hands were rubbing her breasts as they kissed. She was effectively naked as they held each other. As I watched, she pulled Jack's shirt off, leaving him naked from the waist up. He pulled her close, crushing her breasts against his bare chest. I knew how incredibly wonderful that felt.

Marcie reached her arm around my back, then took hold of my shoulder and squeezed me. "Look at them!" She whispered. "God! They're so intense!" I put my arm around Marcie and pulled her against me. She was moving around and doing something with her dress, but my attention was on the lovers and I didn't pay attention to what she was doing.

Anne suddenly slid off Jack's lap, and they both stood up. Her bare breasts bounced in the moonlight. She leaned forward and tugged at his belt. She squatted down, pulling Jack's slacks down around his ankles. She pulled his undershorts down, and his erections sprang up, pale in the dim light. She stood up and kissed him, then pushed him back toward the bench. It had been fifteen years since they had last held each other naked, but they were so closely attuned it didn't look like this was only their second time.

Marcie began to undo my pants, and I put my hand on hers and stopped her. I felt a burning jealousy in my stomach as I watched my wife behaving so wantonly with Jack. She was going to break our agreement and fuck him even though I wasn't with her! But I also felt my penis throbbing with excitement. I struggled between two powerful urges. First, I wanted to kill them both. And second, I wanted to watch my wife make love to her old beau while I fucked Marcie. My confusion made me tremble and shake as I watched.

Jack sat down on the bench with his pants around his ankles, and Anne pulled the bottom of her dress up. Other than the dress material bunched in a ring around her waist, she was completely naked. Again I could see her breasts bouncing as she climbed onto his lap. I watched as she slowly slid forward along his thighs. They were both looking down, overwhelmingly fascinated by the sight of his penis slowly disappearing inside her. Her forward motion ended when her knees hit the back of the bench. They both looked up and kissed. When their lips parted, they stared into each other's eyes as Jack carefully slid forward on the bench. A couple of seconds later Anne screamed a primitive yell of joy as Jack was finally completely inside her. My legs were shaking so hard I almost collapsed as I watched my wife making love to another man. Anger and jealousy suddenly welled up inside me, and I took a step toward them. 

I had momentarily ignored Marcie, and I felt my pants and underpants jerked down my legs. I almost tripped and fell down. I angrily turned back toward Marcie, and I froze in place when I saw that she was completely naked. I looked back and forth from her naked body to the lovers. Marcie grabbed my erect penis and pulled me back into the shadows. "It's too late to stop them now!" She whispered. We watched as Anne slowly pulled herself away from Jack, then pushed him back inside her. 

Jack and Anne's mating quickly became frantic. She was loudly grunting as she thrust herself violently against him. I could hear Jack starting to moan. Anne suddenly began to cry out, and her entire body began to shake. Jack stood up and held her around the waist. She let her legs dangle. Much of her weight supported by his penis lodged inside her. My anger vanished as I abruptly understood that Anne was living up to the pact she had made to some high school boy years before - a pact she had falsely accused him of breaking. Marcie and I were watching they're first coupling, an event that really should have occurred a decade and a half earlier.

Marcie had slipped in front of me as she watched, and she pulled my hands up to her breasts. My penis was again squeezed between the cheeks of her ass, only this time the tip was pressing directly against her pussy. We both began to grunt as I felt her nipples getting hard. I could feel precut making a wet spot near her anus as she wiggled against me. Watching our spouses make love were also driving the two of us wild with desire.

Anne's cries came faster and louder. The only words she said that I could understand were when she screamed, "Yes! Yes!" She suddenly let out a long cry and her body shook violently. Her hips were thrusting against Jack's and her body was jerking and shaking. Her breasts were jiggling and bouncing as she climaxed, seemingly without stopping. Her entire being - physical, mental, and emotional - appeared to be totally committed to this mating, and her completely uninhibited responses consumed her. Jack was swept into her passion, and I saw him abandon the last vestiges of self- control. He ejaculated as he jerked his hips upward several times, and they both screamed. Their cries were beyond pleasure. It was pure, incredible, overwhelmingly powerful joy. And it didn't end. 

Again and again Anne's legs moved as if she were climbing stairs, but her feet never touched the ground. Her hips twisted and jerked against Jack, and they yelled and screamed. It was primal mating beyond imagination. Anne jerked her body and cried out with each of his thrusts. Whether it was one long orgasm or several, I couldn't tell. I'd never experienced anything remotely approaching their passion, and what I most felt was awe. Even though I was watching my wife, I felt incredibly aroused and I was no longer filled with fury. 

After what seemed an impossibly long time, Anne and Jack collapsed onto the damp grass. Anne rolled over onto her back, raised her knees, and spread her legs apart. Jack slowly entered her. "He's never been able to do that before!" Marcie whispered. "He's still hard!"

We watched them move their bodies together as Jack's penis slowly slipped into Anne and then come almost all the way out. Both of them were making little sounds of pleasure, and they appeared to be fascinated by the sight of his penis as it disappeared then reappeared again and again. Both of them were trembling as they continued their suddenly gentle and slow mating. The contrast with their earlier frantic passion made this lovemaking incredibly poignant, even for me.

A primitive desire to copulate roared up from deep within me. Any woman would have sufficed, but Marcie was both naked and ready. I kissed her almost violently, and we fell to the grass together in the shadows. She rolled onto her knees and shoved her behind into the air. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She hissed. Clearly she felt the same powerful urges. She was a totally female animal in heat, nothing more.

Although hampered by my pants around my ankles, I knelt behind Marcie and thrust the head of my penis against her crotch. I pushed forward, and she was not only wet, she was dripping. The only resistance I felt as I drove into her was her vagina gripping and squeezing my penis as I pushed deeper and deeper until I was completely inside her. She let out a low, growling moan as she all but sucked me firmly into her.

I grabbed Marcie in front of her hips and began to fuck her fast. Her hips quickly began moving to the same rhythm, and I reached forward and grabbed her breasts. I pinched her nipples hard, and her body convulsed into spasms. I'd never felt a vagina squeeze my penis so hard or so fast, and I immediately grunted as I repeatedly ejaculated, forcefully and rapidly. Marcie muffled most of her cries by pressing her mouth against her forearm, but her orgasm suddenly became violently intense. Her entire body jerked and shook under me, and she let out a short, shrill scream. Her wildly shaking body suddenly collapsed under me.

I fell sideways and pulled Marcie over with me. My penis came part way out of her, and I jammed it back inside her. She continued to tremble and her legs jerked and kicked. She was making short little squeals and moans. I held my arms around her and rubbed her breasts as she gradually came back down. The grass felt warm and wet against my leg, and I realized we were lying in a pool of Marcie's urine. I didn't care. Although not as intense as Jack and Anne's mating, I had just experienced the most intense sex of my life.

I heard Anne ask, "What was that? Did you hear something?" Jack mumbled something I couldn't hear, then Anne said. "That was Marcie? Oh! Somebody else might see us! Let's go back where it's darker." 

I leaned up and watched as Jack slowly pulled his rigid penis out of my wife. She reached up and caressed it with her hand as they kissed. They briefly stooped to pick up the clothes they'd removed, and then quickly disappeared into the shadows behind the bench. Almost immediately I heard Anne say, "Yes! Yes!" again, and a couple of minutes later I heard her make another cry of intense joy.

Unlike Jack's, my penis softened, and it came out of Marcie. I pulled my shoes off, then removed my slacks and jockey shorts. As I used my shorts to wipe her urine from my leg, she muttered, "Dammit! I can't believe I pissed myself! My whole leg's wet!" 

I handed Marcie my shorts and she did her best to dry her leg. She threw my shorts into some nearby shrubs. Thanks to her I was rapidly running out of underwear. She was standing in front of me, naked and proud. Even in the dark she exuded sexual energy. I kissed her and my penis began to stiffen against her pubic hair. Just as I began to rub her breasts, we heard Anne cry out again. We listened as Anne's yell went on and on, punctuated by frequent short cries from Jack. "Jack's never been that good before. Has Anne?" She asked, and I shook my head. 

We separated and got dressed. The odor of cum, Marcie's pussy, and her urine was exciting at a basic, primitive level. The sight of Marcie's body and the continuing sounds of the lovers' screams added intensity. We wrapped our arms around each other and followed the path back to the hotel. Once the sounds from Anne and Jack could no longer be heard, we began to calm down. Partway there she stopped us. "You know what this means for our marriages, don't you? At least Jack and I don't have any kids!"

"Oh shit!" I muttered. "Anne and I have always used protection. I sometimes get careless, but she always uses her diaphragm. But I just pumped you full of semen! What will we do if you get pregnant? Are you on the pill or something?" I was shocked with the realization that I hoped she was unprotected. I wanted her to be pregnant with my child! This just didn't make sense!

Marcie gave a wry chuckle. "Not to worry, my cum-shooting lover. I had an infection when I was young and I can't have children. Jack can, though. We both got tested. What will you do if he gets Anne pregnant?" 

"She always wears her diaphragm whenever there's a chance we might have sex. It's not one hundred percent perfect, but . . . " I replied.

Marcie was silent as we walked closer to the hotel. "What now?" She asked. "Those two are going to spend the night together. How about us? This isn't about love or anything. But I want to do you again. And I don't want to sleep alone tonight."

I nodded. "I'm still turned on from watching them. And from what we did. I can go again. I want to make love to you slowly. In a bed, and then hold you." I said.

Marcie stopped and kissed me. "I've got too much stuff to move. How 'bout you move your stuff to my room and we put Jack's in your room? Does Anne have a key?"

"Yeah, she does. Jack?" I asked, and Marcie smiled at me as she nodded. 

"But I'll set the deadbolt so he won't come in. We're back first. Let's do it fast! I really want to feel you inside me again!" She said.

We kissed passionately, then separated and went to our respective rooms. I packed in record time, and carried my suitcase to their room. I knocked, and Marcie opened the door wearing a bathrobe. She handed me Jack's suitcase. "Leave it in your room. I'll put up a note." She said as she dragged my suitcase into the room. 

I left Jack's suitcase inside what had been Anne's and my room, and hurried back to Marcie. The "Do Not Disturb" sign was hanging on the door. There was also an envelope taped to the door with "Jack" written on it. I ignored the sign and the note and knocked.

Marcie opened the door then locked it and set the deadbolt as soon as I got inside. She was naked. Together we pulled off my clothes and then kissed, standing beside the bed. "I want you to know something, Kyle. I'm not really the tramp everybody said I was. Jack was only my second lover. You're my third."

"I remember my own high school." I replied. "It was the same as yours. Real sluts, like Sondra, manage to keep their reputations clean somehow. Maybe they do it by claiming other girls are the tramps. I don't know. But you really do look and act sexy!"

Marcie grinned. "I just gave them what they expected! I overdo the aggressive sexpot act, and they always cum before they can fuck me! Like last night when I caught you watching me! You sure came fast! And did you ever make a mess on my legs!"

I laughed. "And now? Is this just your sexpot act?"

Marcie smiled. "Let's take a shower together and see, shall we? We're both pretty dirty! I can still smell the piss on my leg." 

We did exactly that. I was rock-hard until I slipped a finger inside Marcie and made her jump when I touched her cervix. So many times when I'd bathed with Anne I'd put a finger inside her and felt her diaphragm. That thought caused me to remember something that had been lurking in the back of my mind. My penis softened. "Oh shit! I just remembered! When I packed up my shaving gear, I saw her diaphragm lying there in its case! She isn't wearing it!" I had no doubt Anne had done this deliberately. 

Just thinking about my wife being impregnated by another man killed any chance for me to become erect again. I could see that Marcie was worried, too. Our marriages were indeed totally fucked.

After the shower we dried off and clung together in the bed, naked and vulnerable. We took turns talking about our lives, our marriages, and our worries. We both cried. Just before dawn we made love slowly, and we both had good, though not exceptional, climaxes. But it allowed us both to sleep for a few hours.

SUNDAY BRUNCH

A clock radio jolted us awake at 10:00. "I set that last night so that Jack and I could get to the brunch this morning. It's at 11:30. What should we do?" Marcie asked. We discussed it. We decided we didn't care what people said and we'd go together. Having made that decision, we made quick trips to the bathroom, then made love again. This time was much, much better. Not only did Marcie have a great body, but she made clear what excited her and what did not. I did my best to oblige. Twice. I particularly enjoyed having sex without wearing a condom. 

Our shower became erotically playful. We barely got cleaned up in time for the brunch, and we arrived about ten minutes late. People acted uncomfortable as soon as they saw us, even before they realized Marcie was obviously not wearing a bra under her blouse. After we walked through the buffet line and got our food we learned why.

Marcie saw them first. Jack was sitting on a chair well away from everybody else. Anne was sitting on his lap and kissing him. Her short, flowing skirt covered his lap, but his shorts were obviously unfastened. Her sensual hip motions as she wiggled on his lap made it obvious that they were fucking in plain view of everybody. In that position Jack probably only had half of his penis inside her, but that was obviously enough. 

Marcie turned away, but I stared at them. I glanced around, and every man who could see them was also watching them. Most of the women were not. I could understand why. Anne abruptly had an obvious orgasm and Jack reached up and gently rubbed her breasts. When she calmed down, they kissed. A couple of minutes later she again began her hip motions on his lap. She had an unbelievably happy look on her face.

I watched until Anne began a second orgasm, and I was jealous, sad, and also aroused by it. Marcie pulled my arm, turning me around. "Kyle! Don't punish yourself this way!" She whispered. "They're not doing this to hurt us! This is for their classmates who broke them up! They're showing everyone that their love was real! You and I are just caught in the crossfire!"

I looked around, and realized Marcie was right. The men were staring at Anne and Jack, and they looked both amazed and envious. Their wives would dart their eyes at the loving couple, then grimace. Appropriately Sondra's husband was staring with his mouth wide open.

Marcie and I sat down alone at a table far enough from Anne and Jack that we couldn't see them. In the middle of our meal, Marcie said, "I feel funny about this. I know I've lost Jack, but I'm also happy for him. He knew that I was part of a dirty trick back then. But he knew I was tricked too, and he forgave me and we fell in love. Not love like that," She nodded her head in the direction of Anne and Jack, "but still love."

When I didn't say anything, Marcie asked, "What about you? You have kids, right? What's this going to do to them?"

I shook my head. "I have absolutely no idea." I said. "I hope Anne and Jack have figured it out. I sure as hell haven't." I sounded extremely bitter, but Marcie didn't comment.

We both ate a little more. "I feel funny, too." I said. "They are so incredibly intense together! I love her, but she never . . . "

Marcie grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Hey! We're losers, not victims! And we're pretty good together in bed! Who knows?"

I laughed and squeezed her hand. We clung to each other, and I had to eat left- handed for the rest of the meal. Each of us had short bouts of tears. Our emotions were raw and exposed, right at the surface. 

Marcie and I finished eating, and she said goodbye to several of her classmates. We walked hand-in-hand back to her room to pack. There was plenty of time. We undressed each other and made love again. Marcie was right. We were good together in bed. Perhaps we could be good together in other ways, too.

When we exchanged addresses and phone numbers, we discovered we lived less than an hour apart. Her eyes bored into mine. "I don't know what's going to happen, but this certainly means we're all going to be able to spend more time together, doesn't it?"