HIGH SCHOOL REUNION -SHARING
This is a work of fiction. All sex is consensual by adults over the age of 21. Sorry for the delay on this latest work of fiction. Now that I'm retired, I'll have more time to write. Your comments are always appreciated. Just remember, I'm not an English teacher. I check spelling and grammar, for whatever its worth. Thanks for reading and voting.
SHARING
"You are going to fuck Stacy Weiss in about an hour," my wife Leslie said.
"Excuse me."
"Stacy came over to me at the reunion and mentioned a comment you made to her about having 'to go through me' if you were going to fuck her." My wife was trying to be angry, but that wasn't happening.
"I said that in jest. She said that she hadn't had sex for two years and I said that 'I could probably help her out, but she had to go through you,' but it was said in jest."
"Nevertheless, she approached me, explained her situation and the more we joked about it, the more I understood that her request was real. So, I said 'okay.'"
You have to understand that my wife and I have had a great marriage, close to 50 years, but as you would expect, when you are close to 70 years old, the urge for sex wanes. Not so much for me, through the miracle of Viagra, but for my wife, who has lost most of her interest in having my cock in her pussy. However, there are times we make love as she allows me the opportunity to cum in her pussy. Also, there are times when she can cum by my giving her oral sex. We are happy for anything that works for us at our age.
"It's going to be okay that I fuck Stacy?"
"Yes, and she doesn't know it, but she's also going eat my pussy as well."
If there is anything good about being close to 70 years old and having sex is that you are having sex being close to 70 years old. As for my wife, she has always loved to eat pussy and have her pussy eaten, sometimes to an orgasm, but given this opportunity, she will have some fun with Stacy.
A few things you need to know about Stacy. I had first met her when we were both in 5
th
grade. She was part of a group of friends, from our apartment complex, that hung out together. Her family moved to a house, when she was in 8
th
grade, in the same city but on the other side of town so she went to a different high school. Eventually, her parents moved into a bigger house back in my neighborhood. Stacy was going to be attending my high school for her senior year.
We reconnected to a certain point; but we did not have any classes together and she also moved into a different social circle. We were friendly toward one another when we ran into each other in the hallway of our school or at sporting events.
Stacy and I were among the older seniors, as we turned 18 years old in January and March respectively. In June, after the class prom a good number of us spent the next few days at the Jersey Shore. When I settled on the beach, I saw Stacy moving closer to me. She was in her bathing suit without a coverup. Actually, it was a bikini that showed off her 34C chest as well as her other curves. After some small talk, she placed her lounge chair next to mine. What she didn't realize as she made her way onto the lounge chair was that she had to spread her legs to get onto the lounge. I was able to see some of her dark bush peeking out of the sides of her bikini bottom. Did she spread her legs on purpose for me or not? Who knows, but it made my cock uncomfortable in my bathing suit.
After high school we went our separate ways to college and beyond.
In 2009 we ran into each other, in New Orleans during a business convention. We had not seen each other for 40 years. We never reached out after college so I ha no idea what happened to her. Essentially, we lost contact with each other. She looked pretty much the same, her tits were a little bigger than I remembered and I wondered if she still had that dark bush. Time had treated her well. We agreed to meet for lunch the next day.
We met at Red Gravy, a great place for either breakfast or lunch. Owned by a former resident of New Jersey, the little restaurant served everything with a meatball. For me, I ordered the meatball sandwich and Stacy did the same. We caught up on families, both of us were married. Both of us had married children and I had one grandchild. We talked about our classmates, if we knew what they were doing, and did some out loud thinking about doing dinner with our spouses once we were back in New Jersey. We exchanged phone numbers, but we never did do dinner. For what ever reason, we could not connect.
It wasn't until two years before our high school classes 50
th
reunion did we see each other. It was 2017 and we did have dinner along with about eight other classmates. We discussed the reunion and during a quiet moment, I asked how she was doing. Sitting next to me she told me about her career, which was going very well and about her husband having a medical condition where he now had to be placed in a long-term care facility. She told me more about the issue and I told her I was very sorry.
She still lit up a room, almost 50 years from when we graduated high school, but the burden of her spouse was starting to weigh heavily on her overall well-being.
Fast forward to the night of the prom in 2019. My wife and I would be staying over at the site and wouldn't you know it, our room was next to Stacy's, with a common door separating the two rooms. Stacy and I were talking as we were checking in.