My high school reunion was coming up in a few days, and I couldn't wait. I hadn't been back to my hometown since my graduation 6 years ago, so I was really looking forward to seeing some old friends. I know what you're thinking: a 6-year reunion? Well, I'm from a small town, so the high school does all-class reunions every few years.
My husband Rob was, as you might imagine, slightly less excited than I was about the reunion. After all, he didn't know anybody, and being in a small town, there really wasn't anything else to do except attend the reunion; it's not as if he could go off and do his own thing while I chatted up my old friends. I also got the feeling he was a little wary of meeting all of my old high school flames.
Actually, Rob loves to listen to me talk about my early sexual experiences. He's told me that it's a huge turn-on for him to hear about how popular I was with the guys back in high school, and sometimes he'll even ask me to tell him, in great detail, about my 'first times' while we're having sex. But going to the reunion, meeting the guys in person, having to watch them flirt with me - which was probably inevitable - I guessed it wasn't a thrilling prospect for Rob.
So, as the days approached, I started to develop a clever idea, a plan to make the weekend more exciting for both Rob and me. I kept it to myself until we were actually in the car that Friday, and then gradually introduced the subject into the conversation.
"So, Rob, are you looking forward to this weekend?"
"Well, Marie, I'm glad we are getting away, but frankly, this trip is mostly about you getting to see your old friends. I think I'm pretty much just along for the ride, right?"
"Well, I was thinking, maybe there's a way to make things a little more fun for both of us."
"I'm listening."
I placed my hand on his thigh, and slowly, gradually, moved it towards his crotch as I began to share my idea.
"Well, you remember my stories about Chucky and Mikey, right?"
He shifted in his seat as my fingers moved ever closer to their goal. "Of course, Marie. You know I love those stories about what a little slut you were in high school."
"And you know they're both going to be at the reunion."
My fingers arrived, and I began gently stroking his cock, which quickly hardened under my touch.
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, I've been thinking over the past few days, and I may have come up with a way to bring everyone's fantasy to life. Mine, yours, presumably theirs..."
"I'm still listening."
"You've told me that you'd love to watch me with another guy, did you really mean that?"
"Oh, god yes, Marie, that would be really hot."
"Well, what about two guys at once?"
"Seriously?" He shot me a quick glance, trying to gauge how serious I was, before looking back at the road in front of us.
"Oh, yeah. I have always fantasized about being DP-ed, and I'm thinking this weekend might be my opportunity to make this fantasy come true, with you watching."
His cock was rock hard now, and throbbing under my fingers.
"Unzip me, Marie, please. If you're going to keep talking about this, I want you to stroke me as I drive."
"My pleasure!"
I unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock, spit on my hand to provide some lubrication, and began stroking him.
"So, Marie," he said, a teasing quality in his voice, "what makes you think Chucky and Mikey will be up for this?"
"You're kidding, right? They're called tits, Rob."
He laughed, then reached over and squeezed my breast for a moment, before returning his hand to the steering wheel. I shifted in the passenger seat so that I could reach my right hand around to fondle his balls as I continued stroking his shaft with my left hand. Seriously, though, I was sure all I had to do was ask. I'm very pretty, have a hot body, and don't look any less good than I did in high school. I was confident that the guys would be drooling over me as soon as we arrived at the reunion.
Rob was breathing heavily now, and I knew I could bring him to orgasm if he allowed me to. "So," he said, "you think just because of your long blonde hair, your beautiful face, your perfect 34C tits, your tiny little waist and perfect ass, you can have any guy you want?"
"Well, I already have the guy I want," I said, knowing the comment would push him closer to the edge, "but yes, I know that with a little flirting, I can have those two guys wrapped around my little finger."
"God, Marie, yes. I love it when you talk like that. You're going to make me cum, is that what you want?"
"Yes, Rob, please, I'd love a mouth full of cum." I picked up the pace as I continued to jack him off. "I want to walk into that reunion with the taste of your cum still in my mouth."
"Oh god yes, Marie. OK, ready? Go down on me, now!"
Luckily we were on a particularly lonely and straight stretch of highway, so Rob was able to keep driving as I plunged down, taking his cock completely into my mouth and bobbing up and down for just a few moments more until I felt him jerk and shoot his load, completely filling my mouth with hot, delicious cum.
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The drive, and the conversation, had gone even better than I thought. Not only was Rob up for my plan, but we were both completely turned on from that point forward. Road head always had that effect on both of us.
We settled into our hotel room, checked into the reunion - complete with the cheesy "Hello, my name is..." nametags - and began mingling in the hotel's ballroom - the only venue in town large enough to host an event for a few hundred people. I spotted both Chucky and Mikey at different times from across the room, but was genuinely enjoying catching up with some of my old girlfriends, so it took a little while before we came face-to-face with either of the guys.
Rob was looking handsome and confident as he always did in social situations, well-dressed in a jacket and dockers. I had chosen an outfit which accentuated my curves, a perfectly-fitted little black dress with a plunging neckline, short skirt, and matching heels. I'm only 5'4", so any chance I get to wear 3-inch heels, I make the most of it.
It was after a couple of drinks that Chucky finally made his way over to us, hugged me, and I introduced him to Rob.
"Oh, please, Marie, call me Charles. I haven't been Chucky since graduation!"
"OK, Chucky, whatever you say."
I couldn't help but remember my first time with Chucky - which was my first time with anyone. I guess it's true, you never forget your first time! The three of us made small talk for a while, about jobs, life since high school, and the like, until Mikey finally made his way across the room to join us as well.
"Hey, Marie! Chucky!"
"It's Charles, now, apparently," I said with a wink as I gave Mikey a hug, "and I suppose you're Michael now?"
"No, Mike is fine! And this must be your husband Rob," he said, extending a hand to meet Rob's.
The small talk continued, and I gave Rob a couple of glances, trying to express with just my eyes that I had no clue how to introduce my indecent proposal into such an innocuous conversation. Both of the men had managed to find ways to touch my arm, or hug me again, or wink when our eyes met, so there was certainly a playful, flirtatious feel to the conversation, but it was still a far cry from, "hey, you guys want to DP me while my husband watches?"
Rob must have understood the message I was trying to send him, and perhaps realized that, as my husband, was in a position to either allow or prevent things from moving to a more intimate level.
"How would you guys like to join us in our room for a nightcap a bit later?"
"Um, OK, sure, that would be great!" Mikey looked surprised, but eagerly accepted the invitation on behalf of both of them.
"How about 9:30?"
"Sounds good," Chucky - um, Charles - chimed in.
We parted ways and went back to mingling, working our way around the room with handshakes, hugs, and the occasional avoidance of an old high-school enemy. As we walked, Rob's hands were constantly on my body, either an arm wrapped around my waist, or gently touching my arm, or, in an occasional dark corner of the room, sneaking a hand up the skirt of my dress. I can hardly describe how turned on I was, imagining what I might be doing - or who would be doing me - in a few hours.
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