Chapter 52
In what was a recurring theme, after returning from her steamy London vacation with Ian, Cheryl was naturally disappointed that she no longer had any local boyfriends to turn to when she needed sexual satisfaction. And as for me, I missed the excitement of Cheryl's periodic dates with other men which included the erotic tension before her dates along with the sensuous reclaiming that followed. And when Ian met a woman his own age and first, reduced his texts and calls to Cheryl and then stopped corresponding altogether, I knew it was only a matter of time before my wife found a new lover.
It was against this backdrop that I came home one evening to find Cheryl holding an envelope with an excited grin on her lips. From the look on my wife's face I thought for certain she'd arranged a date of some sort but, instead, it turned out that my wife was excited that I'd received an invitation to my fortieth high school reunion.
Now, as anyone who has read my entire story will remember, my first introduction to cuckolding was when my high school girlfriend, Paula, fucked one of my classmates following graduation. That in and of itself was bad enough, but the fact that Paula's indiscretion was witnessed by a number of my friends had caused me to disassociate with the majority of my high school buddies. And so, when Cheryl showed me the invitation, I immediately insisted that I didn't want to go.
Despite my reluctance to attend my reunion, Cheryl had other thoughts on the matter. My wife said she wanted to meet all my fellow classmates but when I pressed her on it, she admitted that what she really wanted was to meet Paula. I cringed when she said it and my thoughts turned to Cheryl and Paula comparing notes on cuckolding me, but my wife assured me that wasn't her motivation at all. Instead, she said, my wife wanted to see for herself the only other woman, other than her, to have stolen my heart. Now, I must admit, I was somewhat interested in seeing Paula again and so I eventually agreed to attend the reunion, telling Cheryl that we'd just make a brief appearance and then leave.
Now, the reunion was several months out but you'd have thought it was imminent the way Cheryl started preparing. My wife was determined to show Paula that she'd missed out with me and she also wanted to make me proud at having landed such a sexy wife after my humiliating graduation experience. And as the night of the reunion drew near, I began to feel much better about things. Escorting my beautiful wife into the reunion would help to erase all the angst I still carried about my high school days and I began to look forward to the reunion as a chance to redeem my reputation.
I had no idea whether Paula would attend the reunion, but I truly did hope to see her again. Frankly, I wanted to show her that not only did I have a successful career but that 'd landed a sexy, beautiful wife. I'd long since forgiven Paula for having cuckolded me and in some ways, I guess I had her to thank for initiating me to the benefits of accepting one's destiny. Cheryl had cuckolded me from the outset, and I'd since come to understand that men like me are meant to stand aside when their wives or girlfriends seek out sexual satisfaction with other men.
But when I mentioned my thoughts on this to Cheryl, she was having none of it. "C'mon Mike, don't be silly. You just want to make Paula jealous, don't you," laughed my wife.
I couldn't help but laugh along with Cheryl as I admitted that yes, I did want to make her jealous. It was childish of me, I know, but then again, being openly cuckolded by your first true love leaves a pretty deep wound.
In the final month leading up to the reunion, Cheryl worked out constantly and coupled with a strict diet, she lost five pounds. In fact, my wife and I became co-conspirators in wanting to impress my former classmates and make my former girlfriend jealous. Cheryl wanted to look fabulous, so she and I spent several evenings at the mall to find the perfect dress, finally settling on a slinky, black dress that landed several inches above mid-thigh. My wife paired the dress with her Louboutin pumps and when she modeled the outfit all I could say is, "You look so incredible."
Not surprisingly, since Cheryl has always been jealous of me around other women, now that I might be seeing my former girlfriend, she became more possessive than ever before. I had to constantly remind my wife that Paula and I'd never had sex, but she would always reply that I'd wanted to fuck her, which was almost as bad. I tried to counter her jealousy by being extra attentive to Cheryl and even encouraged her to maybe try to arrange a date with one of her former lovers. I've always found that my wife's jealousy lessens somewhat after enjoying the attentions of another man and I was hoping this just might work. Unfortunately, instead of taking my suggestion seriously, Cheryl took an alternate tact, insisting that I lock myself in chastity exactly one week prior to the reunion, saying, "I know you won't be paying too much attention to Paula with your little dickie all locked up."
The day of the reunion, Cheryl was in a fabulous mood and I was hopeful that the night would turn out great for both of us. However, just as we were parking outside the hotel where the reunion was to be held, Cheryl turned to me and said, "Okay, Mike. I just want to make sure we're clear on a couple of things. I don't want you to hug or kiss any of the women tonight. And that goes double for Paula. And when you see Paula, you can talk with her, but I want to be there the whole time. I want her, and everyone else, to know that you're my husband and are off limits."
Now the last thing Cheryl ever has to worry about is me picking up on women and with my penis securely locked in chastity, I was feeling even more reserved than usual. And so, it was easy for me to agree to my wife's rules and we were soon making our way into the ballroom at the hotel.
When we entered the room, I noted several men stare openly at Cheryl as she was dressed far more provocatively than most of the other women. I scanned the room for familiar faces, and I was soon introducing Cheryl to several of my old friends as we made our way around the room. Suddenly, I saw Paula out of the corner of my eye, and I must admit I was somewhat shocked. No longer the attractive brunette that I'd known in high school, she looked like she had put on quite a bit of weight and had a matronly look about her that belied her slutty past.
I knew that Cheryl would be pleased as I escorted my wife over to Paula and her husband and extended my hand in greeting. I think Paula was a little taken aback by my formality, but nevertheless we shook hands and introduced our spouses to each other. I could tell that Paula's husband, Richard, found Cheryl very attractive and when we were joined by a couple of our other classmates, Cheryl leaned over and whispered to me, "Watch this."
Cheryl then started flirting outrageously with Richard, laughing at everything he said, touching his arm as he spoke and basically coming on to him right in front of everyone. From looking at Richard I knew he wasn't really Cheryl's type, but I must say that I loved the pay-back as Paula was positively seething with jealousy as her husband responded eagerly to Cheryl's flirtations. Eventually, Paula couldn't take any more as she grabbed Richard's hand and led him over to the bar.
Once they'd left, I looked over to see Cheryl grinning from ear to ear. "How did you like that, Mike? I gave Paula a taste of her own medicine, eh?" giggled Cheryl while leaning over to give me kiss on the cheek.
I laughed at Cheryl's little ploy but before I could respond to Cheryl, my friend Gabe approached us and after I introduced him to Cheryl we started reminiscing about old times. Cheryl took this as opportunity to mingle with my other classmates as she darted from group to group introducing herself as my wife.
Cheryl has always been something of a social butterfly and she is always in her element at parties or other large gatherings and before I knew it, she was introducing me to spouses of my classmates and even to some of my classmates themselves. This went on for a couple of hours as I noted that Cheryl was attracting quite a bit of attention from the single men. This attention only increased when the music started and Cheryl began to dance, first by herself, but later with an ever-changing variety of male partners.
As I stood by the side of the dancefloor watching my wife dance, I was filled with a strange mixture of fear and pride. Fear that one of men would pique her interest and I would be left to explain how my wife had disappeared with another man at my class reunion. But at the same time, I was proud of the fact that Cheryl was so sexy and desirable, and I knew that my stature amongst my classmates had undoubtedly increased ten-fold by her mere presence at this event.