I have previously written a fantasy about having a threesome with two guys at my high school reunion. My husband enjoyed the story, and he has written this version of the reunion that inspired that story.
When we first started dating, my wife was too shy to tell me details about her relationships before me. She was just 19, and still a virgin. But I knew she had a history of giving guys handjobs, blowjobs and a few guys had fingered her and eaten her out.
After more than a decade together, she grew more confident sexually and more comfortable talking about her past. I started to realize that talking about her past got her even more excited than it got me.
Talking about her past made her feel desirable and sexy. And the sexually confident woman she grew into fantasized about how she could have taken charge of some of her earlier sexual experiences, when she was shy and nervous.
A few years ago, she reminisced about her younger flings as we prepared for her 20th high school reunion. She was one of the leaders of the organizing committee, and the hotel she picked for the venue comped us the best suite.
We arrived very early to check in and get organized. Hours before the event, I was undressing her in the hotel room, teasingly licking her nipples and stroking her through her panties. I asked her which guys she was interested in seeing. She listed off some guys whom she had talked about before, I knew some were boyfriends and some were guys she had crushes on. Before that weekend, I didn't realize that she had so many of their cocks in her hands and between her lips.
She started telling me about the guys, and a wet spot on her panties appeared and expanded.
There was the baseball star who went on to play in the minor leagues. She never really dated him, but she said he was the object of some of her most intense early sexual fantasies. They had been lab partners, and his arm had brushed against her breast one day, sending shivers down her spine. She said she went home that afternoon, and locked herself in her room, stripped off her clothes and imagined him ravaging her. She was on her back with her legs spread, wrapping them around her pillow wishing the baseball player was mounting her.
There was the smart guy who went to an Ivy League school and then became a military officer. His cross-country practice and her drill team practice ended at the same time, and he would drive her home. Her parents and brother were all at work, and my wife started inviting him in so they could hang out. Every afternoon they would make out and grope on the family room sofa. Eventually she got bolder and hornier, and took him by the hand up to her room. She would strip down to bra and panties, and he would get down to his boxers. He would sit on her bed, his back against the headboard while she straddled him and they made out and stroked each other. Her family had instilled a lot of religious guilt around sex, but she thought she was safe if she kept her panties on.
"I could feel his hard-on through the underwear, and it sent me into a frenzy. I couldn't control myself. My clit was engorged and aching to be touched. I would grind my clit against his hard-on. My panties would get so wet, and I could see drips of precum on his boxers," she said.
While she was telling the stories, I was sucking on her nipples and fingering her. The image of her in her 18-year-old body grinding against a guy was getting me excited. I slid down so my face was between her legs and started teasing her labia and clit with tiny kisses and licks. I didn't go too fast, because I wanted her to keep telling stories.
She started talking about her date to the senior prom. Her parents still have the photo up on their mantle. She has her curly hair in short bob and is wearing a sweet, innocent dress. It did have a a plunging neckline that showed off her budding cleavage. She said she wasn't in a serious relationship with the guy, whom she knew from a church group. He was even less experienced than she was. She had fun that night, and she liked dancing with him. She was getting more into him as the night went on. They went to an afterparty where they both sipped a couple of drinks, and she started to feel frisky. He had been kissing her throughout the night, and now his lips were moving down to her neck and shoulders, turning her on more as he got closer to her nipples, just barely covered by the dress.
She loves nipple play. Sometimes, I think if a random stranger walked up to her and started rubbing her nipples, she would pull her panties down and beg for cock in a few minutes. I'm sure the 18-year-old version of her was loving his hands on her breasts, and eager for more. She said that she was getting wet from the makeout session, and she arched her back to give him a hint that she wanted his mouth on her nipples. He nervously unzipped her dress in the back, and she wiggled her shoulders so it slipped down to give him access. First he traced a series of small circles around her areola, finally rubbing her sensitive, erect nipple. Then he repeated the circles with his tongue and lips, until his warm mouth enveloped the nipple, sending pleasure waves down her spine.
"I was soaked," she told me. "I reached down and felt his hard-on through his pants and he let out a surprised moan. As he sucked my nipples more intensely, I started rubbing his shaft."
"Can I take it out?" he asked politely. "It's so hard it hurts."
She didn't answer. She just unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and took the zipper down. He helped by slipping his pants and boxers down around his thighs, releasing an average to small pink, circumcised cock.
"I guess now I know it wasn't huge, but at the time I had very little frame of reference. It looked perfect to me. Pink and smooth, with a bulbous head that I immediately imagined spreading my labia and entering me," she said.
They were sitting on a bed in an empty guest room at a friend's' house. He stood up to make sure the door was locked. When he sat down again, she knelt between his knees.
"Tell me what feels good," she said, as she began stroking from his head to his balls. He threw his head back and moaned.
The image of my wife, an 18-year-old virgin in a sweet white dress, kneeling and holding a cock that she desperately wanted to make explode with cum, turned me on so much.
He told her to go slower, and to hold the shaft tighter at the base at the end of each stroke. She was always a great student, and she followed directions perfectly.
"I didn't want to be a slut known for giving blowjobs to high school guys. I barely knew him. But I was excited. And I wanted to taste it," she said. "His skin was so tight, it was shiny. Then a tiny droplet of precum bubbled out. I used my finger to rub it around the head. And then I couldn't help it. I kissed the tip, then wrapped my lips around it."
His whole pelvis lurched upward in pleasure and desire. That scared her a little and she pulled off.
"Please," he begged.
She suckled the head a little more. She kept stroking the shaft tightly.
"Oh God," he said. "I'm gonna come."
She thought he was sweet for warning her. She popped her lips off and the first burst hit her neck and shoulders, another hitting her chest, then dribbles on her fingers and palm. "Oh my, oh my," she said.
She had to cup her hands carefully and scoop up all the mess so it didn't stain her dress. She stumbled into a bathroom to clean up and make sure she didn't leave any cum on her chin or shoulders. He kissed her when she returned and said they should get back to the afterparty.
The whole time she had been telling the story, I had been gently licking and fingering her pussy. But now I picked up the pace. We were both excited.
"I would never finish and without giving you an orgasm," I told her, using my two fingers inside of her and my thumb to fully expose her clitoris to my warm tongue.
