(The story is written for my wife, it's one of the fantasies we have talked about and I hope to see her read this story while playing with herself get wet and cum hard. The names have been changed for obvious reasons. A special Thank you to Sheri for helping big time with the editing)
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I reached home to find my wife packing for our trip, with her clothes all over the bed, and her footwear all over the floor. The trip was her high school reunion in Goa, at a 5 star resort right on the beach. She had been trying her best to look good and pack the right clothes. It was her first reunion, and my lovely wife was excited, as well as feeling anxious to make the right impression.
She looked up at me, her big brown eyes warm and sweet, and said, "Hi sweetheart! I still can't decide what to take for my school reunion party."
I smiled at her, and snatched a quick kiss. "I'm sure you will figure it out before we leave, but I'm around for suggestions," I replied, running my fingers affectionately down her back.
A little about my wife: Swati is 5'4" with lustrous brownish-black hair mid-way down her back. She has beautiful, large brown eyes, which, along with her dazzling smile, earn her many compliments. In preparation for the reunion, she'd joined the gym and gotten into shape; she was now a very sexy 34B- 28- 36! Swati has a beautiful body, the kind that looks hot in a bikini. I kept teasing her that she was going to be the best looking woman amongst all her friends. My wife was always popular in school, and had half the guys in her class interested in her, but for some reason she just chose not to get serious about any of them. Lucky for me! We met, fell in love, and have been happily married for the last 6 years.
As I sat back with the laptop, sipping coffee and checking my emails, I could see her slipping out of her jeans and tee to try on the clothes she wanted to pack. I started to think that this 4-night vacation would be the welcome break we needed. Coincidentally, one of my emails was from a very important client in Goa, with whom I'd been working on a big project. He proposed a meeting around the same time I was going to bethere with my wife. It would fit in my schedule, and, even better, half of the trip expenses would be covered by my company!
I gladly confirmed the meeting, and quickly mentioned it to Swati: "I will have to work for a couple of hours on one of the days"
"It's ok, as long as we get to spend most of the time together," she answered. Swati then proceeded to model for me all the clothes she was planning on wearing to the three events planned as part of the reunion.
The first event was the cocktail reception at the club on our first evening. She had selected a little black dress that was a couple of inches above her knees. She was so excited that she even planned the lingerie and accessories to go with it: a sexy, lacy, black thong and a transparent black bra that didn't leave anything to the imagination. I tried not to stare at her rosy nipples poking through the thin fabric. Silk stockings and strappy black sky-high heels completed an incredibly provocative picture.
For the next event, the pool party the following afternoon, she had two options: One was a one-piece swimsuit, again black, with a halter neck and a plunging neck line which gave a perfect view of her cleavage: sexy, yet classy, just like my wife! She also packed a plain black swimsuit, nothing fancy, just in case she felt uncomfortable wearing the more daring swimsuit. (She tucked in a skimpy bikini for my pleasure after the reunion.)
Swati decided on a short red and black skirt and a sexy red top for the final event of the reunion, a dinner and dancing party. It was a new top she'd purchased just for the reunion. I had not seen it until she twirled around in front of me, her little skirt flaring out and showing off her firm, creamy thighs, and the top revealing a generous glimpse of her lovely breasts. It looked a little too sexy, but she seemed confident of her choices and I didn't want to mess with that.
When she didn't show me any more lingerie, I asked "What about your essentials?"
With a gleam in her eyes and her lips curving into a seductive smile, she replied "I haven't decided yet. You keep asking me not to wear my panties. If I can't make up my mind, maybe I'll finally grant your wish!" This immediately gave me a hard on, and a feeling that we were really going to enjoy this little trip.
Finally the big day arrived, and we touched down in Goa. Swati was looking like a million bucks, just as planned, with a form-fitting spaghetti strap top tucked into her jeans and a wispy chiffon blouse over it flowing across her tanned shoulders. We were picked up by a limo and reached the hotel a short 20 minute drive later. As we stepped into the lobby, we found it buzzing with people. I asked her if her girlfriends had arrived, but she couldn't see them. Soon enough, though, she ran into a couple of guys from her school days. She introduced me to them, and I noticed a couple of them were "extra" happy to see her, giving her a tight hug which she returned as courtesy. I quickly forgot the names of the guys, but I remembered that one of them, who had arrived alone and wasn't married, kept checking out Swati. His expression gave away his obvious attraction to my wife. The second guy was divorced, while the third one said his wife was around somewhere. We quickly finished with the greetings and got ourselves checked in. Thanks to my frequent flyer miles we were upgraded to the executive suite, and as it turned out, her friends were all nearby on the same floor.
Once in the room she called her two best girlfriends. As it turned out, one of them fell sick and couldn't travel, but hoped to join us later. The second friend had to cancel her plans at the last minute. Swati was not very happy with this; it would mean that she would not have her best friends with her! She had so been looking forward to spending time with them, but would now be stuck with people she didn't really know very well. I tried my best to cheer her up, reminding her that I would be with her almost the whole time, and that the point of the reunion was to get reacquainted with old friends and to make new ones.
I needed to get to my project meeting, but promised Swati that I would return in time to join her for the party in the evening. She decided to catch a little nap so she would be fresh and rested for the big night. I encouraged her to go out and not just stay in the room since the party was well over 3 hours away. She pouted a little, disappointed by the absence of her friends. "I'll think about it," she sighed.
I sat in the car while the chauffeur drove me to my meeting. I felt bad for Swati, and decided that I would make this trip all about my sweet wife, insuring she enjoyed herself as much as possible. The thought made me smile as I considered the possibilities.
I reached my destination in about 90 minutes to find that my client was running late. He asked me to wait, and as I had little choice otherwise, I agreed. Wondering what Swati would be doing, and wanting to let her know about my delay, Icalled her.
"Hi Sweetie; what are you up to?" I asked, hoping the enthusiasm I put into my voice would cheer her up.
She replied that she was downstairs at the pool catching up with old friends. At least she wasn't sitting in the room getting bored or dwelling on her disappointment.
"Honey, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I am going to be a little late to the reception," I explained contritely, "My client is running late and the meeting hasn't even started yet."
It was too noisy in the background so she walked away and replied, "Awww, baby, how late will you be? I miss you already, and the party starts in an hour!"
"As soon as I'm done and on my way back, I will let you know," I answered, and added, to distract her from this second disappointment, "Who're you hanging out with?"
She explained that she'd come upon the guys we'd met in the lobby while she was out for a walk around the hotel grounds, and they'd all gathered at the pool to chat.
Now starting to be very curious, I asked her to remind me of their names.
"Abhishek and Gaurav," she reminded me.
To which I asked, "Which one is the single guy?"
She replied, "They both are! Remember, Abhishek got separated?"
Hmmmm... No, I hadn't remembered that. "Ok, I'll get going now. In how much time do you start getting ready?"
"We were just finishing up and heading back to our rooms," she answered, "Bye, Baby! Hurry back! Love You!"
As I hung up the phone, a part of me very much wanted to be there with my sexy wife, standing by her side, as these reunions can get out of hand at times. But my beautiful Swati was a very level headed girl and I was just happy that she wasn't bored or sad.
Swati and I had a very active sex life. We would find, shall I say, creative ways to keep things interesting. While waiting for my client to show up, my mind wandered to one of the fantasies we'd discussed regarding a reunion and my wife having some fun on the side. This was probably not the best thing for me to be thinking about while anticipating the start of a business meeting, but I couldn't help myself. I felt my cock stir as I considered what my lovely bride might do to occupy her time while I was delayed.
As minutes went by I waited patiently until finally I got a call from Swati: "Are you on your way yet? How much more time?"I could hear a hint of exasperation and maybe desperation in her familiar voice.
I could only reply that my meeting had not even started. She was a little upset that I would be so late, and her disappointment was evident.
