Jake reached over and grabbed my hand as he drove the rental car.
"Are you sure you're still ready to carry out our plan of seduction, Treen? Just say the word and it all reverts back to a fantasy. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."
"I'm ready. I think. It's not really all up to us, though is it? I mean, he could reject me -- or us, or be offended or disgusted. I don't look quite the same as I did back in high school."
"And neither does he," Jake replied. "Plus, it's not like we haven't seen him over the years. I am confident that he still has the hots for you. There's no way he would turn down this opportunity. Honestly, I think you're going to be the only one with doubts, even though it's your fantasy."
I pulled my hand away from him and rubbed my face, thinking about the possibility of turning this fantasy into reality. As a fantasy it turned me on. As potential reality, it turned my stomach.
Jake and I were driving from the airport in Philadelphia to my thirtieth high school reunion. How could that be? The math was easy -- 30 years out of high school placed me squarely in the category of old lady. Somehow we'd gone from college sweethearts to parents of college students in the blink of an eye. After Jake and I met in college, I promptly dumped my high school boyfriend, chock full of some combination of love and lust for this new guy. Now the "new guy" and I were celebrating 25 years of marriage.
As part of this milestone anniversary, we began to discuss 'bucket list" items -- what things have we not done that we'd like to try before we're too old to do it? The list started off easily enough, with adventures like zip lining in Costa Rica and a river cruise in Germany. From there we added a few daring items, like skinny dipping, or making love outside. Then, after one too many glasses of Pinot Noir, I admitted that the idea of two guys both crazy for me enjoying my body at the same time was, maybe, sorta, kinda a turn-on that could potentially qualify for the bucket list.
"What a coincidence!" Jake agreed when I mentioned it.
No -- not that he was interested in two girls with him (although I'm sure he wouldn't turn that opportunity down) -- but he said he was still so attracted to me and in love with me that the thought of sharing me, my body, and my love for both giving and receiving pleasure, the idea of having another guy doing that with us, turned him on almost more than it did me.
While we worked on slowly but surely crossing the more mundane (or at least not X-rated) adventures off our list (jazz club, sailing lessons, skinny dipping in our own backyard lake, etc.), the "bucket list" item of "threesome with another guy" become fodder for many fantasies but did not ever escalate into something remotely possible. Until now.
It started with the Facebook invitation to my 30th High School Reunion. We had gone to my 20th Reunion, but that seemed like ages ago, when our kids were still young. And I have kept in touch with some of my friends from high school, although most of us are spread out all over the country. And then there was Kyle.
We had been in the same circle of friends in high school, in the band together, on the same school trips together. Friendly but not great friends, never dating or spending time alone together but still in the same happy circle.
In the (many) years since our high school days, we had seen each other at a reunion or two, and connected on Facebook. We were both university instructors, but far apart -- in different time zones. And then, a few years ago, my mother somehow connected with Kyle's younger sister, who was in my younger brother's graduating class. When they figured out their connection to our high school, Kyle's sister told my mother "You're Katrina's mom? Oh my god, my brother Kyle was so in love with Katrina in high school! He talked about her all the time."
This floored me when my mother told me. He dated a variety of cute young girls that seemed nothing like me. And I had my share of boyfriends in high school too. The two of us were friendly and ran in the same circles, but I would never have thought he harbored some crush on me.
In the past few years, Jake and I have connected with him a few times over drinks when we have traveled back East to see family. He's a great guy, has led a fascinating life, and it's been fun getting to know him again and realizing how similar our views and interests are.
So when I admitted to Jake that I had this crazy fantasy about him and another guy with me, Jake felt that Kyle was the perfect choice. He's unattached -- never married and not actively dating, apparently in love with me, and we have a perfect setup at this reunion since we'll be staying the the hotel where the reunion takes place.
As we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, Jake looked at me questioningly. I didn't need to ask him what he was thinking.
"I'll give it a try," I said somewhat glumly. "He might be grossed out, offended, or turned off. And I have no idea how to approach him, despite the different fantasies we've discussed. Real life is just different. And -- I have the right to abort the plan at any time."
Jake grinned. "Of course you do! It's your fantasy! But you know he's totally hot for you and this will be his lucky night!"
So, we checked into the hotel, did our best to 'set the scene' in our hotel suite, and dressed for the reunion dinner.
"If Kyle's not on board with your fantasy, you'll have your choice of back-ups in that dress, hon," Jake tells me as I emerge from the bedroom into the living room of our suite.
I am doing my best to feel like a confident "hot babe" despite my age. My dress is short, revealing my long slender legs, made longer than my 5'8" height with my 3" heels. The wrap front of my dress emphasizes my D cup breasts while the lacy bra helps to maintain some artificial perkiness. My short blond hair frames my face and lets my long silver earrings stand out. I picked out this dress because it emphasizes my slender waist, disguises my stomach a bit, and highlights my breasts and long legs. I need the confidence in my appearance to help me convince myself I have the ability to seduce someone other than my husband.
"Thanks for the complement, honey," I tell Jake. "Let's do this. I think. Maybe. I don't know. At least let's do the reunion part. Then we'll see what happens. By the way, you look pretty great yourself."
Jake is wearing a tight black t-shirt with a jacket over top of it. He looks pretty good in his slim jeans that show off his long slender legs. While I might cover my grey hairs with blond highlights, Jake's brown hair is only slightly dusted with some grey. His 3-day stubble is greyer than his hair but in my mind it makes him sexier than ever. Even with my heels I don't quite equal his six-foot height, but it does make it easier to reach up to kiss him as we prepare to leave the room.
Jake grins and takes my hand. "Let's go Treen. I love you and this will be a great evening no matter what happens."
We head to the ballroom and I check in, forced to place a sticker on my sexy dress with my name and my senior high school photo, complete with my giant 80s style hair and make-up. The room is full of my fellow classmates, nearly all of whom I don't recognize.
Jake and I work our way to the bar and find ourselves a cocktail. I am excited to connect with one or two classmates I both recognize and remember fondly. Poor Jake, however, does not recognize anyone or remember them fondly. My closer friends from high school have not made it to this particular event, so the room is nearly as full as strangers to me as it is to Jake.
We suffer through an 'okay' buffet dinner sitting with some people that I sorta knew in high school. The meal seems to last forever and I start to wonder if Kyle changed his mind after we texted yesterday. Was this whole reunion a waste of time? Would the fantasy remain just that?
As I chat with someone I vaguely remember from my Calc class, Jake nudges me and points his head near the main entrance. Kyle is checking in and finding his sticker. I wrap up my conversation and work my way through the crowd toward him with a grin on my face. Regardless of what happens later tonight, I enjoy Kyle's company and am genuinely happy to see him.
