I was a woman who had always believed in being married one time to a man she really loved. My husband, Chad, and I had a fairly typical marriage. We had both graduated from college and entered the medical field. We met three years later while working at the same hospital. I was an RN. Chad was an administrator. He pursued me relentlessly. We fell in love and got married after dating for a little over a year.
Over the course of the next four years, we had two beautiful daughters, bought a home and started living the American dream. Life seemed perfect for me. But, my idyllic life was going to suddenly change.
We had not had much time together lately. Chad seemed to frequently have to work late. I wanted to surprise him with a romantic weekend for our anniversary. I arranged for the kids to spend the weekend with my mother-in-law. Renting a little cabin on a lake about an hour's drive away, I planned for us to drive up tomorrow after a romantic candle lit evening tonight.
After taking a hot shower, I stood in front of the full length mirror drying myself with a large fluffy towel. Looking at my reflection, my green eyes sparkled with happiness. I had to admit, I didn't look very bad for a 38 year old mother of two. Standing 5-7, my legs had always been long, but thanks to the six miles I ran every week, they were still well shaped and firm. At a slim 125 pounds, my belly was flat and tight from working out in the gym. My red hair fell half way down my back in a glowing cascade. Twisting slightly, I looked at my ass. The running and gym had been good for it too. The twin globes sat up tight and firm, just as they had in high school. The main thing that had changed was my boobs. In high school, I had been like most of the girls. I had perky little B cup breasts. That had changed when I had the kids. My breasts had grown to DDs and never shrank back. A light scattering of small freckles emphasized the creamy smooth skin and they were tipped by soft pink areolas that ended in nipples that protruded nicely when aroused.
Walking into our bedroom, I heard my cell phone beep. Picking it up, I saw there was a message from Chad. "Honey, I have to work late tonight. The secretary for the hospital board just called. They want the rough draft on the proposal for the new obstetric wing to be finished by Monday morning. I will be home as soon as I can. Don't wait up for me."
I was disappointed, but was not going to let this spoil our romantic weekend. Going into our closet, I picked out a black cocktail dress that Chad loved to see me wear. After dressing, I packed our dinner into insulated containers and placed a chilled bottle of champagne next to them in a picnic basket. As I drove toward the hospital, I smiled thinking about how surprised Chad would be when he saw me.
Getting off the elevator, I strode to the door to the administrative area. Wanting to surprise him, I quietly moved down the hallway to his corner office. What I saw when I opened the door, would be branded in my memory forever.
Chad was standing behind his 20 year old secretary. They were both nude and she was bent over the end of his desk. Her hands were braced on the top as he drove his hard cock into her from behind. Her moans of ecstatic pleasure filled the room while she pushed her ass back to meet his thrusting cock.
They were so involved in their illicit pleasure, that for a few moments they did not notice me. Those few moments seemed like an eternity. As I stood there in shock, the picnic basket slipped from my hand.
When Chad heard the basket crash to the floor, he froze in surprise. In total disbelief, he stumbled away from his secretary as he saw his wife. I could not accept what I had just witnessed. Whirling, I ran from the terrible truth. My broken heart filled my throat with shattered pieces as I sobbed uncontrollably.
Chad's voice was a hoarse croak as he ran after me. "Susan! Susan please, let me explain!" He was forced to stop as he reached the front door to the executive suite. If he ran into the hallway naked, he would surely be seen. He watched me as I punched the button to summon the elevator.
I did not want to listen to Chad. I didn't even want to see him. Not wanting to wait for the elevator, I dashed into the stairwell. I felt sick, my body was trembling as I stumbled down the stairs. Reaching my car, I leaned against it as my body was wracked by sobs.
My cell phone kept ringing as Chad tried desperately to reach me. Blocking his number, I sat in my car and cried. I never wanted to see or talk to him again. Not only had he destroyed my life, but he had also destroyed my children's family. I could never forgive him for that.
Realizing I could not avoid Chad if I kept my job at the hospital, I resigned. Taking my children with me, I moved back to my hometown. RNs are always in demand. I found a job at the local hospital and started to settle in to start a new life. I felt a tremendous sense of relief after the divorce was final. I could now go on with my life.
Six months after my divorce, I received an invitation to my high school's twenty year class reunion. I had also received invitations to the ten year and fifteen year reunions. I had not gone to either of them. I had been busy with my life, but I had another more compelling reason to keep me from going.
I had a huge crush on a classmate. Tom was the quarterback, class president and the most popular guy on campus. My maiden name begins with "D", Tom's with "E". If teachers seated us alphabetically, we always sat close together, even our lockers were next to one another. I spent most of my high school years fantasizing about him. I wondered what it would have been like to go out with him, to be his girlfriend, to kiss him, to touch him. I still wondered. He was my first love and he had never really left my heart.
But I knew I wasn't his "type". He is tall, slim hips, broad shoulders, blonde hair and the most amazing blue eyes. He was a jock and always hung out with the cool girls. I wasn't an ugly duckling, but I wasn't a swan either. I was not really popular or part of the "in" crowd. We knew one another, but were never really close. We had an entirely different circle of friends. I just admired him from afar since I was too shy to express my yearning for him. I was his secret admirer. When I received the invitation to the class reunion, I couldn't help but wonder if he would be there. With the hope of seeing him again, I decided to go.
It took me weeks to decide what I was going to wear. This time, I wanted things to be different from the way they were in high school. I wanted to grab Tom's attention as soon as he saw me. I wanted it to be clear that I was not the shy teenager anymore. I must have changed my mind a dozen times about what I would wear. Finally, I did the same thing I would have done in high school, I asked my Mom to help me. Two weeks before the reunion, we went to the mall together. My Dad was more than happy to keep the kids for me.
We went from store to store. I needed four outfits for the reunion weekend. For the picnic on Saturday, I wanted pants and a light blouse. I settled on jeans and a white pull over top that hugged my DD breasts. Mom did not really approve of the tight top, but she went along with it. Saturday night was going to be a dance, just like a prom. We found a beautiful black sheath gown. It was fairly tight, had a cowl neck top and was cut very low in back. It also had a split up the front of my right leg that went halfway up my thigh. We both loved it on me. Sunday was a cookout with everyone's kids being welcome. I selected jeans again, but with a more conservative button-up teal blouse.
My selection for the mixer on Friday night was the most important one. If Tom was there, it would be the first time he had seen me in twenty years. I wanted to really knock his socks off. We spent hours looking for that one perfect outfit. Finally, we found it. The skirt was black. It hugged my curves and the hem was a couple of inches above my knees. It had a slit up the side, almost to my hip. The blouse was gathered slightly in the back, but the front was cut so low that I would not be able to wear a bra with it. It was an emerald green silk that really brought out the green of my eyes. Mother was scandalized. She could not believe that I would go out in public wearing a skirt "split to my butt' and a blouse that "would let my boobs bounce out if I wasn't careful." I loved it. After buying four inch strappy heels, I was ready.
My parents had volunteered to keep the kids. Mom was going to pick them up from school on Friday and then I would come get them for the cookout on Sunday at noon. I was free from Friday morning all of the way through until noon Sunday. I was off on Friday as well. I had made an appointment at my favorite salon. I was getting the works; pedicure, manicure, massage and my hair was going to be styled for me.
The weekend finally arrived. It was a beautiful evening in early June. The stars sparkled like diamonds strewn across the sky. Pulling into the parking lot at the hotel, I was so nervous I was shaking. I sat for a couple of minutes, trying to slow my rapidly beating heart. What if Tom wasn't here? What if he didn't remember me? There was only one way to find out.
As I got out and walked to the entrance, I looked around for anyone I knew. My hair flowed across my shoulders like living flame while my braless breasts bounced and swayed beneath the silk of my blouse. The slit opened with each stride, displaying tantalizing flashes of almost my entire thigh. The heels tightened my ass and accentuated my calves and legs. As I walked across the lobby, I giggled as a man stared at me, while he walked into a potted plant.
At the entrance to the ballroom, Angie Fox and Marie Taylor were handing out name tags as people signed in for the evening. They did a double take as they watched me walk up to the table. Angie's face registered total surprise as she looked at me. "Susan! Is that really you?"
I smiled as I signed the register. "Yes Angie, it really is me."
