My wife has always been inclined to indulge my fantasies.......with limits of course. Remaining faithful to each other is tantamount. Where our comfort levels end is sometimes different, but we agree on the rules. No kissing others and nobody can touch her pussy or my package. Everything else is negotiable.
I have enjoyed all the crazy things my wife has done over the years. My fantasies often build on what she does. Some fantasies are merely a function of the right time and place, others can never happen. That doesn't mean that I can't enjoy imagining.
The hotel room has been reserved, the kids are taken care of, and we have the next day free and clear. In short, there is nothing that can prove a hindrance. Just the act of making the arrangements is exciting and both of us are feeling it as we are getting ready for tonight.
I did not attend her school, so with the exception of a few of her coworkers, I know nobody. At least I have never met them. She has told me about her old boyfriends and all the trouble they got into. It was all fairly mild though. There is one boyfriend in particular that she has kept in periodic contact with over the years. He has been divorced for a few years. About one month before the reunion she confirmed he was going to be here tonight. We have been planning ever since.
There is the mingling beforehand. I will dutifully stand beside her, shake a few hands, exchange pleasantries, and endure endless sneaky variations of 'how much money do you make'. Afterwards there will be the meal. Usually it's overdone prime rib and mixed vegetables. Then the dancing. That is when I am to fade into the background......and watch.
We finally check in. The 'hostess' apparently remembered my wife judging from the catty tone in her voice. Perhaps it is deserved. I am the first to admit that I am lucky to have her. She is beautiful, smart, and looks like a sack full of cats headed for the river in the dress I bought her. It's a standard little black dress, with black nylons and heels. What can I say, I have a weakness for the classics.
I am not going to bore you with the details of everyone we met. Truthfully, I can't recall them. In between conversations, I had my wife remind me about what had transpired between her and Cam. They had gone on a few dates in their senior year. They got along famously, meaning that they both knew how to 'turn each others crank' as my wife put it.
There was never much of an emotional attachment between the two. Different interests, life goals, desire for a family, etc. had them realizing early on that they could never be a match. There was never any resentment or regret when they both moved on to others. Still, there was always that a physical attraction between them that kept them friends. I know it sounds screwy, but it's true.
During high school the furthest they ever got was at a football pep-rally that was held at a local park. A lot of couples starting separating off after a while. They made a three block walk in the dark to the playground equipment on the other side of the park. They kissed a lot, and eventually ended atop a slide. It was one of those ones surrounded by a large plastic cube. He managed to get he shirt off and suck on her tits. The next they they split.
About three years later they bumped into each other. He was going to the University about 100 miles north of where they grew up. She was there for work-related training. They met for dinner then went back to his apartment. They made out for a long time and both ended up naked. Both knew they didn't want to get any kind of emotional attachments forming so their solution was for him to squeeze her tits while she gave him a hand job. Again, I know this makes no sense but that was her version of events.
Eventually we found Cam. The social hour was winding down, so we decided to just enjoy dinner together. I took this time to talk to Cam to basically confirm my wife's version of events. It was a delicate procedure. After all you can't blurt out certain questions in front of the other 7 diners. "Hey Cam, is it true that you sucked on my wife's tits back in high school", and "She told me that you two hooked up a few years later and all you got out of it was a hand job".
Through the course of the meal, my wife's story checked out and was backed up by one of the other diners who was listening in on our conversation. Normally I like people to mind their own damned business, but I welcomed this interruption.
The dancing finally started, but my wife needed to use the restroom first. That left Cam and I alone. Good thing too. We needed to have a talk. Mainly, it was me figuring out how to lay it out for Cam.
I first made sure he was not holding an old flame for my wife. He laughed a bit and assured me that he didn't. They were just kids having fun. Tonight was a blast, but people change in 20 years. He had a new girlfriend since he got divorced, but she didn't feel like attending. He applauded me for subjecting myself to the very boredom his girlfriend wished to avoid. He also told me that in his brief chats with my wife that she was blissfully happy with me. That felt good to hear, especially given what I was about to propose to Cam.
