Ten Year Reunion 6

High school crushes ten years later

Thank you to my editor Ken:

Ken doesn't only help with grammar but he reads with care and points out inconsistencies as well. He is worth his weight in Tequila.

Warning:

This story involves cuckoldry

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Ten Year Reunion

One Month Before the Trip Out West

My hubby Tony was driving me nuts. He must know I love him and I'm crazy about him, but dammit he is so insecure!

"Seriously? You want to go to your ten-year high school reunion? You're going to fly all the way to San Francisco?" Tony asked me, his wife of five years. We'd been discussing this all morning, and he wouldn't let it go.

"I guess I could stop in Denver, but what's the point of that?"

"Do you have old high school lovers in Denver?" I ignored this stupid remark born of Tony's idiotic jealousy.

"Unlike you, I had a lot of really good friends in high school. Susie, Marsha, Dorothy, Liz, they'll all be there."

"Will Bill be there?" he asked.

"He's listed as expected to attend. As am I. Listen Tony, Bill and I were finished long ago."

"How many times did you two fuck in high school, anyway?" he asked.

"I'm not going to answer a question like that. Bill and I broke up when we went to college, and I haven't seen him since."

"You'll melt when you see him again."

"Yes, probably," I said. "Bill is a great guy. He's good-looking, fit, a musician, and he has a good sense of humor. What's not to like? You'd recognize that if you weren't always so jealous."

"How is he in bed?"

"We rarely did it in a bed. It was high school, remember?" I teased.

"How does he fuck?" Tony asked, not to be thwarted.

"He's not even in your league. Can you stop, already?"

"What does he do now?" Tony asked, ignoring my request, but at least no longer asking about sex.

"He's in finance. He works for a Swiss company with a San Francisco branch," I replied.

"Is he rich?"

"I don't know. Probably. According to Facebook, he's divorced."

"Are you going to fuck him at the reunion?" Shit: Tony was starting up again.

"Why are you being such an asshole?"

"Well, are you?"

"Do you want me to fuck him? What the fuck do you want from me? It's just a reunion!"

"Okay, okay, I apologize. Have a good time. Fuck all the guys who wanted you in high school but never got you, if you want. That's what reunions are all about. Just don't tell me if you commit adultery. I don't want to know."

"How mature of you," I said, not hiding that I was upset.

I knew Tony had been fooling around a bit outside our marriage. This meant he had no moral authority. Miriam was a hot piece of ass, and I suspected she came after Tony, even though she was married. He didn't know that I knew all about it, but I did.

The reunion could be my time to take a little extracurricular revenge. I doubted I'd have the courage, or even the desire to do it, but if I did, I was fairly sure Bill would enthusiastically oblige. Former lovers can be useful that way.

Cosmo

says it all the time. I didn't know if Bill would still want me, or if he would even be able to seduce me if he did. The things I didn't know could fill a book.

**

Tony and I made up easily enough. The best part, as always, was the make-up sex. Tony is a sexual person, and he can always be counted on to drive me to the moon. I'm not sure how many women have enjoyed romps with him in bed. He had quite the reputation in college. Then he met me and fell deeply in love for probably the first time in his life.

Bill was just puppy love as far as I was concerned. Combined with the thrill of high school sex, at the time I thought it might have been more. In contrast, when I met Tony, I knew right away it was the real thing. I planned to have children with him. Indeed, we were now trying to get me pregnant with our first. I want at least two kids; maybe three. We had been trying for two solid years, but so far, no luck even though we fucked all the time.

We had gone to doctors -- both of us. We were both fine. The doctors said to relax and just enjoy making love. Pregnancy will happen. They told us to focus on the sex, not on me getting pregnant. Tony found that easy to do. I didn't. Well, we're different people.

I had told Tony about my sex with Bill, back in the day. A lot of it was classic: in the backseat of his parent's car, in a bedroom at one of Marsha's many parties, at the beach in a spot mostly hidden away. It was the sex at the beach during a field trip to Santa Cruz when Bill and I got careless. That was the only time I ever got pregnant. I lost the fetus shortly afterwards, thank goodness. God looks out for me.

I'm leaving out my times at college. During my college years sex consisted mostly of casual hookups, plenty of one-night stands, some weekend stands, and a few week-long stands. One man merited a month or more, but all my relationships were superficial and doomed to have short shelf lives.

"What about your other high school lovers? Any of them coming to the reunion?" Tony asked, a couple of weeks after we had already had this discussion. Either he had no memory, or he was a bit obsessed about the idea of my being around guys who had laid me ten years earlier. I found his obsession strange, and disturbing. It made me angry.

"Unless you go back to 9th grade when I dated Mark Dixon, you're shit out of luck, I'm afraid. It was Bill all the time."

"Did you fuck Mark?"

"It was 9th grade, Tony. We were fourteen. What's wrong with you?"

"Well, did you fuck Mark?"

"Go to hell."

"Is Mark coming to the reunion, too?"

"Yes, he's listed as coming to it."

"That gives you a back-up plan for some raunchy nostalgia sex," my loving husband said.

"It sounds like you're both perverted and insecure. It's not a good combination. Look, I'm 28 and married." I flashed hubby the huge diamond ring on the ring finger of my left hand. It was next to the gold band he slipped onto my finger at the wedding. He knew them well since he had bought them for me when he proposed. "Nobody is going to hit on me. And yes of course I'll call you each night. Topless on Facetime, like always. Okay?"

I was getting frustrated. We were having the same conversation we had already had.

"Your ride to the airport is here. Have a safe flight, Joanie," my hubby said, smiling.

Tony gave me a strange smile. It looked lascivious. What was he imagining? I had a good guess. I hated, but also loved, his dirty mind.

Friday Night

I was staying for the reunion at the Courtyard Marriott in Emeryville. I had grown up near there. Five years ago, my dad landed a better job, and my parents moved to Seattle. My sister married and lived with her hubby. He gave her two kids and moved her to Kansas, of all places. In terms of family, I was all alone out in California. Most everyone else at the reunion was still local or else stayed with their parents while in town.

The big reunion event was on Saturday, but a small group of us met for dinner on Friday. Bill, Mark, Sean, and Philip were supposed to be there. For the women we had Susie, Marsha, Dorothy, Liz, and me. Mark was Bill's best friend since middle school and those two guys were tight. They could almost complete each other's sentences. Philip was a guy I had always had a crush on, even if I was Bill's one-and- only. Sometimes I would fantasize about Philip even while Bill and I were fucking. Sean had been an amateur photographer in high school, and now he was a professional. He was the official photographer for the reunion. I had seen a few of his photos, and they were all remarkably good.

Dressing for Friday's dinner, I decided to forego a bra underneath my blouse. Bill always loved it when I went braless, and I was looking forward to watching him salivate when he saw me. Bill, however, was missing. Dorothy told me he had a bad case of Covid.

I was disappointed, but our group all had huge smiles on our faces. I couldn't help but notice that Susie still has great teeth. Not Marsha -- as always -- was the queen of the low-cut blouse. Or, as Mark liked to say, Marsha was the queen of cleavage. She hadn't changed. None of my seven friends had brought a spouse.

Of course, I had major pokies without my bra. My boobs were getting their fair share of attention. I loved it but pretended not to notice some of my old male friends checking me out. They wouldn't be able to answer what color my eyes were, but they could give a detailed report on my pokies including their size and how far apart they were. Besides, my eye color changed from one day to the next thanks to colored contact lenses. That night my eyes were green.

The big question in their depraved little minds, I'm sure, was whether or not I'd let them feel up my boobs on the dance floor the next night. In high school, I had let many of them -- especially Philip -- cop a feel or two (or three in Philip's case). But this was ten years later, and now I was married. Totally different. I wasn't sure it was totally different for Marsha, though.

Still, I wouldn't see Bill, not that I had been planning anything like my hubby suspected (and strangely almost seemed to want). I think it's natural to want to see the man with whom you shared a rather intense two years. It doesn't mean you want to fuck him. Anyway, it just wasn't to be.

Rather than mope, I decided to enjoy being with my girlfriends again, plus of course Mark Dixon, my 9th grade sweetheart. Mark especially looked happy to see me, which was confidence-building. The girls and I chatted up a storm. Pictures of kids were passed around, from those of us who had already contributed to propagating the species. Their kids were adorable.

I drank more than I should have. Fortunately, we met at P.F. Chang's, which is across the street from the hotel where I was staying, so no driving was needed for me. After dinner, Mark walked me over to the hotel. Susie had disappeared with Philip. That's the Susie I remembered! A little thing like marriage was not about to change her. I don't judge. I love Susie.

I did kind of wish it had been me disappearing with Philip, but I wasn't that kind of a woman, despite Tony's hints. I just wanted to enjoy being with my friends. Later I planned to pump Susie about what happened and enjoy Philip's sexual talents vicariously. One of Susie's many great qualities is that she's always happy to kiss and tell.

As we walked and Mark had me alone he said, "You know, Joanie, I've now had a crush on you for fourteen years."

"You're too old to have crushes. Time to grow up, Mark," I replied. Although even as I spoke I wondered if I still had a crush on Philip.

"I'll never forget that time in 9th grade when --"

"Let's not talk about it. It was long, long ago."

"A guy never forgets his first time."

"Neither does the girl if she was sober enough to remember. New subject, Mark. Please."

"The Courtyard Marriott has a bar. Let's have a nightcap. We have so much to catch up about."

"That sounds nice. I want to hear all about the lucky girl who tricked you into marrying her. And you're not even divorced, unlike some people who shall remain nameless," I replied.

"Bill doesn't have Covid. He's not coming because he's too busy getting it on with the 'lucky girl' who married me."

That last remark threw me for a loop. The main reason I wanted to go to the reunion was to connect with Bill again, to see if our emotional connection was still there, and to apologize for cruelly breaking up with him during my freshman year of college. And he couldn't even be bothered to come to the reunion as he was too busy having a romp with his

best

friend's wife? My head was reeling.

Well, at least I wouldn't be tempted to commit adultery. It would be easy to remain true to my husband due -- ironically -- to Bill's adultery with Mark's wife. I was lost in my own thoughts for a while. When I came out of it I was seated next to Mark on a barstool at the hotel's bar.

"Welcome back," Mark said. "Your mind was far away someplace for a while. Sorry to have given you such a shock. I guess you still haven't completely gotten over Bill."

"Margarita, please," I said to the bartender as he was standing right in front of us.

"Mojito," Mark ordered.

I wanted to remind Mark he was married, since he had been getting a little handsy with me. He had his arm around me as he walked me back to the hotel, and it fell to my ass. He had some nice feels of my ass. I didn't mind. Mostly I was damn curious about his wife.

"Tell me about your wife. Do I know her?" I moved his hand off my thigh, just as it was about to slip under my skirt. Mark had met her in college (Cal State, Hayward), so I didn't know her. I had gone to Reed College in Oregon. Mark told me his wife was smart, and I could see she was pretty (he showed me pictures) if a little on the busty side, and she had been a party girl in college. She put away her partying ways once she fell for Mark, and she was loyal to him. Until now, I guess.

She had no connection to France or even Quebec but was named Mélisa. Mark explained her mother thought it sounded sophisticated. Mélisa hated her name, especially its annoying accent. She loved animals and trained as a veterinarian, and she has a nice job with benefits at the Oakland Zoo. The animals love her, especially the elephants. It's a better zoo than the San Francisco one, and Mélisa takes pride in that.

I tried to keep Mark talking about Mélisa, but it was a challenge since he kept coming back to wondering if Bill was fucking her at this moment. He was becoming morose, and I gave up.

I was pretty tipsy after the drinks at P.F. Chang's and the two margaritas at the hotel bar. I thanked Mark for having walked me to the hotel but said it was time for a girl to begin her beauty rest. I removed Mark's hand from my upper thigh, again, and I began to get up.

Mark surprised me when he said, "Don't you want to know why Bill and Mélisa are being intimate?"

To be honest, yes of course I wanted to know! I also wanted to know why Mark knew about it, and why he was only mildly upset. Mark seemed less troubled by his wife's infidelity with his best friend than I would have thought, despite his morose attitude as we talked at the hotel bar. He seemed calm, almost accepting of the inevitability of his wife betraying him with Bill. Quite frankly, I was shocked. I felt bad for Mark. He was suffering.

"Only if you want to tell me," I replied. After all, Mark was an old friend, and maybe I could be helpful.

"Do you know what swapping is?" he asked.

"Is that when some guys bring their cars to an alley and swap out the engines?" My brother used to do that. My brother is nuts.

"This is different. It's when two couples swap partners for a night or a weekend," he explained. He seemed so casual about it.

"Didn't that end with the 1970s?" I asked. I had heard about it, but it had always seemed unlikely to me. One of those bizarre fads of long ago.

"I guess it's having a renaissance. Mélisa and I are swapping with Bill."

"But Bill is divorced." I was confused. "Oh! I guess you get his current girlfriend." Of course Bill would have a girlfriend. Without a woman to care for him, he would probably starve to death. "But you are here. Alone. Mark, I don't understand."

"It's complicated."

"I'll bet!"

"Kiss goodnight? I've missed you, Joanie."

"Okay, but not here at the bar. It's too public. Walk me to my room? I'm in 1015."

"Really? I'm staying in 1017. It's fate. The gods want us together," Mark said.

"Which gods? Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Norse, Hindu? It seems they want us close, not together."

Mark and I kissed standing in front of the door to my room. It was one hell of a kiss. All of the emotions from 14 years earlier bubbled up inside me as our tongues danced together. Mark held me by my ass and pushed me up against his erection. I fondly remembered his stiff cock even after 14 years. Why did I think I could ever forget?

When Mark pushed my blouse up around my neck he exposed my braless boobs. This was not acceptable in the Courtyard Marriott tenth-floor hallway. I had to make a decision. I knew from experience I do not make smart decisions when drunk on Tequila, but I broke the kiss anyway, fished out my key card, and opened my room door with my blouse up around my neck and Mark giving me those wonderful kisses nonstop.

We kissed continuously for a good five minutes as Mark removed my blouse and unzipped my skirt. I was saved by the bell as my cell phone rang with the special signature ring I use for Tony. I explained like lightning to Mark he had to give me twenty minutes to talk with Tony. If he wanted, he could return then and finish the kissing. I was turned on and not ready to end the evening. Mark smiled and with a farewell kiss, he left the room.

"You sound disappointed Bill did not come to the reunion," I said, after I had explained to Tony that Bill had Covid. Well, I had been told that, after all. I didn't mention the wife- swapping.

"I thought I might be interrupting some nostalgic moments," Tony explained.

"You mean some nostalgic sex. Do you think I would just fall into bed with a guy after not seeing him for ten years? Is that what you think of me?"

"Of course not. I'd expect you to be bent over a chair. Didn't Bill always prefer rear entry?"

"I don't know why I love you. You can be so creepy sometimes," I snapped.

"I know why I love you -- your boobs look especially nice tonight."

"I was hoping you'd notice. A girl likes to be appreciated."

"So, tell me, sexy wife: Since Bill is out of the running, who is in the lead to have some adulterous fun with you?"

"Mark Dixon. You should have seen the kiss goodnight he gave me just a few minutes ago. It was hot enough to melt iron."

"Is that why your skirt is unzipped?"

"It is? Oh my! Yes, Mark can be a little free with his hands."

"Who took your top off? You or Mark?"

"It was a joint effort."

"How so?"

"I raised my arms, and Mark did the rest. He's married though, as am I. His wife is pretty. He showed me pictures. You'd like her -- she's probably an E cup."

Tony loves big boobs. In that area of my anatomy, I'm respectable, but nobody would call my boobs big. I'm a B cup; almost a C cup on a good day. Mostly I get by on my pretty face, supplemented with a classic hourglass figure. I have my natural blonde hair styled by the top guy in Indianapolis. Tony jokes that half our disposable income goes for my hair maintenance.

"Tony, you're drooling. Look, Mark is going to return in a bit, so I need to go."

"I have a plan," Tony said. He explained it.

"Are you some sort of masochist, Tony? Your plan is not a good one. Besides, I'm not sure how much battery is left on my cell phone."

Tony explained some more.

"Okay, but this

only

proves how much I love you. You know that, right? Uh-oh, here's Mark. Gotta go." Still topless, but with my skirt zipped back up, I opened the door and ushered Mark in. I plugged in my phone, sneakily called Tony back, and placed the phone face down. This was my sick husband's plan: to listen in on Mark's attempt to seduce me, even if I had assured Tony such an attempt was doomed to failure.

Mark did his best as Tony silently listened in, but my naked boobs and lots of kisses were all he got. I finally told him to leave. He left through the connecting doors: he had left his connecting door unlocked, and he flipped the switch to unlock mine. I said goodnight to Tony, who seemed disappointed I hadn't given myself to Mark.

Mark had left me aroused and with thoroughly wet nipples. Tony and I said our goodnights and once again I wished I owned a vibrator. It took me a while to fall asleep. My fingers just didn't cut it, especially since my nails were sharp.