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Kim Cums Home

"Now this is really depressing," my wife Kim said as she read her
mail.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's an announcement of my high school twentieth reunion in July.
It's hard to believe it's been that long," she said as she threw
the packet in the trash.

"I take it you don't want to go," I said in my typically observant
manner.

"You got that right. I haven't seen any of my classmates for at
least ten years. Why, I haven't even been back there for longer
than that," she continued. "They probably wouldn't even remember
who I was and I would hate to be embarrassed because I didn't
recognize most of them."

Since I wasn't particularly excited about making a trip to some
hick town in the midwest during the hottest part of the summer, I
wasn't about to press the point. Still I did feel badly for Kim
that she didn't have the same great memories of high school that I
had. I wouldn't miss my reunions for anything.

The reunion seemed to have been forgotten until I came home from
work one night and found Kim involved in a phone conversation that
went on for nearly half an hour. That was quite unusual for her
because she hates talking on the phone.

When she finally hung up I asked her who she'd been talking to.

"Oh, that was Linda Thompson, or at least that's what her name used
to be. She's one of my high school classmates."

"What did she want and what were you two talking about for so
long?" I asked as my curiosity was aroused.

"She called to see if I was coming to the reunion. We just talked
about old times and who was where these days. I guess I got kinda
carried away," Kim replied. "Actually it was fun hearing about
everybody. I hadn't thought much about them for so long that it's
almost like they were really part of a different life. Then when
she called it all seemed like just yesterday. Everything came back
to me. It was pretty weird actually."

"Well, I assume you told her that you weren't going to the
reunion," I said.

"Yes, I told her that when we started talking, but then after we'd
talked awhile, I told her I'd think about it and get back to her.
Would you mind terribly if we went?" Kim asked.

"No, I guess not," I replied. "You've gone to several of mine so I
guess I can tolerate one of yours. It's up to you, but we'd better
make plans soon so I can get a vacation request in if we decide to
go. OK?"

"Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate your understanding. I'll
decide by this weekend. I promise."

Before the weekend Kim had received two more calls from other
classmates who were anxious to have her come to the reunion.
Between the three of them Kim had become excited enough about the
chance to renew old friendships that she decided to go.

We both put in our vacation requests and got our affairs in order
so that we could take a few days off to make the trip. The kids
would stay with Kim's sister who lived about fifty miles away. They
were excited about the chance to see their cousins so that was not
a problem. Our next door neighbors would watch our house and take
in the newspapers and mail. 

Whenever we talked about the reunion it was obvious that Kim was
nervous about it. "I wonder what Granville is like after all these
years," she said one night. "It's been so long since I've been back
there. The last time was just before the folks moved to Arizona and
that's been almost fifteen years now."

"Well, a lot of the small towns in that part of the country haven't
fared too well these last several years," I told her. "I'd be
prepared for some changes for the worse in that regard. Remember
though that we're not going there to see the sights. Let's focus on
the people in your class. Where did you put your high school
yearbooks?"

"Hey. Good idea," Kim replied. "I think they're in the cedar chest
in the spare bedroom. I'll see if I can find them."

Kim found the yearbooks and we spent one Sunday afternoon looking
through them. She got a real kick out of it. She paged through the
books and made comments about the members of her class. We both had
a good laugh the first time we came across Kim's picture. She was
as skinny as a rail and her black hair was very straight and hung
half way to her waist. "Wow, have you ever changed!" I said. "I
wouldn't have even recognized you." 

I thought some of the girls in her class were pretty cute, but
considering how much Kim had changed since then, I didn't take much
note of them. She did point out Betty Hopkins who had been
homecoming queen. "The girls were all so jealous of her," Kim said.
"I really didn't like her much though. She thought she was hot
stuff. I was one of several of the girls in class that she wouldn't
even talk to." 

As we got to the sports section, Kim's comments about a couple of
the guys caught my attention.

"That's Tommy Wendell," she said. "He was the first guy to try to
get in my pants. That guy just wouldn't take no for an answer. He
started in on me when we were freshmen and he didn't quit until we
graduated."

"Well, did he succeed?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Heavens no," she replied with a laugh. "I think if he'd been
successful, he would have left me alone. He had a reputation of
trying with all the girls. I think he actually succeeded with some
of them, but that's hard to say. Guys back then used to brag that
they did it regardless of the truth, and the girls certainly
wouldn't admit it for fear of getting a reputation. The only ones
we could be sure of were the two that got pregnant."

"You mean there were no virgin births in Granville?" I asked with
a laugh. "You know we had one of those in my high school. The girl
insisted that she'd never done it. At first she insisted that she
wasn't really pregnant, but she maintained she was a virgin even
after the baby was born. The strange thing was I think her parents
believed her. All of us guys thought it was hilariously funny at
the time, but I guess it was really pretty sad. The girl was really
pretty messed up, and I'm sure her baby must have had it pretty
tough."

"There's Bobby Kincaid," Kim said as she excitedly pointed at the
picture of a kid with long hair and a very bad complexion. "He was
the first real love of my life. Now looking at that awful picture
I can't imagine what I saw in him, but then I thought the sun rose
and set on him. He could do anything he wanted...well almost
anything...with me. We had some pretty hot times at the drive-in
together."

"Exactly how much is 'almost anything,'" I asked as again my wife
had piqued my curiosity about her early romantic and sexual
adventures.''

"Well, we never went all the way, but we came close a few times. I
think if he'd have had the foresight to buy a rubber, I would have
let him do it. Unfortunately, he didn't, so we just played around
with each other using our hands. His cock was the first one that I
ever saw...or played with. I remember I was so impressed by how it
got hard...and how big it was. Boy, was I naive," Kim said with a
laugh.

We completed the review of her yearbooks without any further
comments about romantic or sexual entanglements. "Are those two
guys the only two that ever tried to make it with you?" I asked.

"Yes, in high school anyway. I wasn't sexually active in high
school. That's a bad habit I didn't acquire until college. Even
then everything would have been OK if some upperclassman hadn't
taken me to the homecoming dance in my sophomore year, and then
seduced me before he took me home. I'd tell you more about that,
but I think you already know about it since you were there," my
wife replied as she jabbed me with her elbow.

Kim has always maintained that I was the first and only man that
she'd slept with. I've always had suspicions about that because she
seemed so accomplished at some things, particularly fellatio. She
also seemed to know exactly what she wanted from me when we made
love. Maybe she's just a fast learner with a lot of natural
ability, but I still wonder about that.

A week before we were due to leave, Kim began selecting her
wardrobe for the trip. Her anxiety was growing by the day as she
anticipated seeing her classmates for the first time in many years.
"I look so much older," she said apprehensively.

"Ahh, but you look so much better, too," I chimed in. "You will be
the envy of every woman there as all their husbands give you the
eye." I meant what I said because in the intervening years Kim's
figure had filled out somewhat. She was still quite slender...
slinky might be a better description. She doesn't have large
breasts but her proportions look perfect...at least in my book. A
year or so ago she adopted a new hair style. She now keeps it cut
very short on the sides and back and the top is almost like a long
crew cut. It stands up but still is soft looking. The effect is
really striking. We rarely go out but what I notice guys giving her
the once over. I always enjoy imagining the dirty thoughts that are
going through their minds.

"Denny, you old sweet-talker, you," Kim said as she gave me a kiss.
"Just for that why don't you pick out what I should wear to the big
event."

"That's easy," I replied. "The red and black outfit would be
perfect. You know it's my favorite." I was referring to a skirt and
blazer outfit that I bought her for Valentine's Day. The fitted
knee length skirt was black and the tailored blazer was bright red.
She wore it with a sheer black blouse and black hose. With her dark
hair and dark brown eyes, she looked stunning in it.

"Good idea," she replied. "I like that outfit too, but maybe that's
because of the way you look at me when I wear it."

"I'm not the only one who looks at you that way," I said with a
laugh. "Every guy around looks at you that way and probably thinks
the same thing."

"Oh, those dirty men," Kim said with a giggle. "If you really think
they're doing that, doesn't that make you crazy?" she asked.

"Heavens no!" I replied emphatically. "I get a kick out of it.
After all, I know that I'm the lucky guy who gets to take you home
and really do what they can only fantasize about."

"Do you mean to say that you think other men fantasize about having
sex with me? Is that what you meant? I really doubt that," Kim said
in disbelief.

"I hate to disillusion you, my dear, but I know better. I've heard
the comments some of them have made, particularly if they don't
know I'm your husband. Even some of my friends have told me that if
you weren't my wife they'd love to get you in the sack."

"Dennis, you're kidding. You mean other men make comments like that
to you about your wife? Doesn't that bother you?" Kim asked as she
pondered my remark. "I know I would sure be upset if I heard other
women speculate about what you'd be like in bed."

"Well, I don't think you need to worry much about that. First of
all I don't think women talk like that...at least not nearly as
much as men do. Furthermore, I can't think of very many of your
female friends that would interest me in that way."

"They better not!" Kim said firmly.

The next few days passed slowly. I had to reassure Kim frequently
that she wouldn't be the ugliest or oldest looking woman there. I
found it hard to do at times because I was absolutely certain that
my wife would make the other women there look like wallpaper.
Conveying that perception in a convincing fashion proved very hard
to do nonetheless.

The reunion was to begin with a cocktail party and banquet on
Friday evening, and we planned to arrive early that afternoon. In
fact the reunion started early for us. As we were walking from our
gate at the airport to pick up the rental car which we would drive
the last forty miles to Granville, we heard a woman shouting "Kim!
Kim Jackson! Is that you, Kim?"

Kim stopped in her tracks and looked around. She was startled to
hear her maiden name being called. "I wonder who that was? Whoever
it was, I'll bet they're looking for another Kim Jackson," she said
as she started walking again.

"Kim, please wait," the voice called again. This time it was much
closer. We paused and looked around again. Finally we spotted a
woman as she came running out of the crowd. As she ran, the armload
of bags and other paraphernalia that she'd been carrying came loose
and scattered across the terminal floor. Kim and I helped her
gather up her stuff, still without a clue as to who this woman was.

"Oh, thanks Kim," the woman finally said as everything was
reassembled. Then she noticed Kim's look of bewilderment. "Oh, I'm
sorry," she said. "I guess we'd all better get used to this. I'm
Connie Karnowski...Connie Lynch actually back then."

Suddenly Kim's eyes lit up as she recognized her former lab partner
from senior biology class. "Gee, I'm sorry, Connie," she said. "I
just knew this was going to happen. That's why I didn't really want
to come. I'm afraid I'm not going to recognize anyone here. They'll
all think I'm such a snob and I don't mean to be."

"Oh, heavens Kim. Don't worry about it," Connie went on. "I only
thought I recognized you because of your hair. I've never known
anyone else with such black hair. The hair color looks like the
only thing about you that hasn't changed though. Kim you look
terrific!"

"Gee, thanks Connie. You're looking pretty darn good yourself," Kim
said fibbing just a little. I didn't remember Connie's picture from
the yearbook, but she easily looked five years or more older than
Kim, and she had a tired look about her.

"Oh, Connie, I'd like for you to meet my husband Dennis...Dennis
Drake."

"Hi, Dennis," Connie said as she extended her hand. "Gee, you're a
sweet guy to come to something like this. John, my husband, said
he'd rather spend a weekend visiting my mother than come to
something like this where all of the classmates are busy
reminiscing while their spouses try to make small talk for two
days. Well, I took him up on his offer. Next month we're going to
go visit my mother. That'll fix him."

Kim and I both laughed. Connie was obviously a very outgoing person
with a good sense of humor. "If things get boring this weekend," I
thought to myself, "I can probably have a few laughs chatting with
Connie."

Connie hadn't arranged for her transportation from the airport to
Granville so we invited her to come with us. We got our car and
were on our way. It was a laugh filled trip as Kim and Connie
discussed some of the foolishness that went on their lab class. 

As we checked into our room at the hotel where the reunion was
being held we ran into two more of Kim's classmates. Fortunately
she spotted them first and recognized them. They also remembered
her and complimented her on how great she looked. "Wait 'til you
see her at the banquet," I thought to myself. 

We had some time to kill before it was time to get dressed so I was
prepared to just sit in the room and relax until I heard "Dennis.
Did you bring the toothpaste?" Of course I hadn't because I thought
she had. This meant I had to make a quick trip to the store. Kim
went along in case she might see something else she needed. We got
the toothpaste and some cotton balls at the local drug store, and
then we spent some time driving around Granville. We found the old
drive-in root beer stand that Kim had fond memories of. 

A black cow and a chocolate malt later we left off down the country
road that Kim remembered as the route to the gravel pit where all
of the kids went to park and make out. We found the driveway to the
place but it was all barricaded up. Apparently the local
authorities didn't want any shenanigans going on there any more. "I
wonder where they go now," Kim said as she mourned the loss of one
of the places that she apparently had some fond memories of. "It's
really a shame that they couldn't leave well enough alone."

"You make it sound like this was really an important part of your
life," I said jokingly.

"Well, it was...in a way, I guess. Remember my telling you about
Bobby Kincaid. Well, this is where he and I used to go. If we'd
ever done it this is where we would have done it," she explained.
"I guess that sounded pretty silly didn't it," she went on as she
laughed at herself.

"It's time to head back and get ready for the party," I said
looking at my watch. "I'm anxious to get there and see everyone's
reaction when they see how great Kim Jackson Drake looks after
twenty years."

"Thank you darling," Kim said as she gave me a kiss. "I appreciate
your support, but you know, I'm really nervous about it."

I watched with delighted interest as Kim got dressed for the party.
She'd brought a very sexy black lace camisole, matching bikini
panties and black thigh high stockings to wear under the black
blouse and skirt. "Why aren't you wearing a garter belt?" I asked.
I'm a big garter belt fan.

"You can't wear a garter belt under a skirt that tight," she
explained. "The bumps of the garters would show. It just wouldn't
look nice. I'll wear a garter belt tomorrow for the tour and lunch.
OK?"

"Sounds delicious to me," I replied. I didn't normally watch Kim
dress or even undress so I was thoroughly enjoying the wonderful
sight of my sexy wife in her very sexy underwear. "You know it's
almost too bad that all of the guys can't see how sexy you look
underneath that suit," I said as I watched her put on her sheer
black blouse.

"Yeah sure," Kim replied, "as though you'd really let them and as
though they really cared."

"Oh they'd care all right," I countered. "I'll bet there isn't a
guy there tonight that wouldn't give his eye teeth to see you just
like this."

"Well, that's very interesting, but I guess they'll just have to
keep their eye teeth. Are my stockings straight?" The black thigh
highs that Kim was going to wear had a seam in them. I helped her
straighten them and grabbed a couple of feels of her private parts
in the process.

"My aren't we feeling frisky tonight," she said with a laugh.

I don't normally like to arrive late for anything, but tonight I
really hoped that there would be a lot of other people already at
the cocktail party when we arrived. Then I knew all the heads in
the room would turn when they saw Kim entering. All of the men
would lustfully and jealously stare as my sexy wife and I made our
way across the room. 

That's what I imagined and that's pretty much what happened. I
would guess there were fifty or more people in the room when we got
there. When Kim and I entered I noticed heads begin to turn. By the
time we had crossed the room to the bar, I felt fifty pairs of eyes
on us. Kim seemed very self-conscious as she sensed the stares too.
"Did I forget to put something on," she said. "What are they
staring at?"

"They're staring at you, my sexy wife. They're staring at you
because you are the most spectacular sight in the room. I almost
feel sorry for those other men who are here with such ordinary
looking wives."

"Cut it out," she said as she gave me a nudge. I was barely able to
get us our drinks before we were surrounded by her classmates.
"Kim, it's great to see you." "Kim, you look wonderful." "Kim, I
hardly recognized you." and so on. I suddenly felt in the way as
the men and women she'd gone to school with clamored for my wife's
attention. I found an opening in the crowd and sneaked through.
There was a group of three or four guys standing over in the corner
talking. I went to join them.

"Hi," one of the men said as he extended his hand. "I'm Jack
Martins. I take it you're a class spouse like the rest of us."

"That I am," I replied as I shook his hand. "I'm Dennis Drake." The
others in the circle introduced themselves as well.

"Is that your wife in the red jacket?" Jack asked as he looked over
at the crowd around Kim.

"Yes, it sure is," I said proudly.

"She's some fine looking woman," he said as he continued to look
over at my wife. Then I noticed him shake his head before finally
returning his attention to our group.

The other men and I spent the next forty-five minutes making small
talk about where we were from, what we did for a living, our
hobbies, our kids, etc. It was pleasant enough so I wasn't getting
bored but my real attention was watching Kim as she engaged in
conversations with various people around the room. First her
conversations were mostly with women, but then I noticed that she
chatted with a series of guys. I wondered if any of them were the
"Tommy" or "Bobby" that she'd pointed out in the yearbook. I really
couldn't tell.

"Who's that good looking babe over there?" a new member of our
group asked as he pointed at Kim.

"Oh, that's Dennis' wife," one of the others replied. "She's really
pretty nice, huh?"

I found it hard to keep a straight face as I heard other men
discuss my wife. Perhaps it's because all of us in the group were
strangers and mostly from out of town, but I'd never been in a
situation where such a discussion went on so openly before. I loved
it. It was almost as though they didn't know I was there.

The cocktail party finally came to a close and we were all called
into the hotel ballroom for dinner. I finally found Kim and dragged
her out of conversation with another of her male classmates. We
found our table and sat down.

"How are you doing?" Kim asked. "I'm really sorry for abandoning
you like that. I guess I got carried away when I saw all of my old
friends. 

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," I assured her. "This weekend is
for you. Enjoy your friends. Do anything you want. I won't mind."

"Thank you, darling, for being so understanding. Anything I want,
huh? Now that's an interesting thought. But seriously I'm sure glad
we came. It's not nearly as traumatic as I thought it would be."

"For you I'm sure it's not," I agreed. "The crowd was all dazzled
when they saw you. Even the husbands I was talking to wanted to
know who the good looking babe in the red jacket was."

"Dennis, please don't make fun. I'm nervous enough as it is."

"Kim, I'm not kidding. Almost every guy who walked in asked who you
were. Then I stood there and busted my buttons as one of the others
would tell them 'oh, that's Dennis' wife.' Believe me, sweetheart,
you are the star of the show...just like I knew you would be. By
the way, have either of your old boyfriends shown up?"

"Who? You mean Bobby? Yes, he's here. We chatted for awhile. Boy,
has he changed. You wouldn't recognize him now. Who else do you
mean?"

"That Tommy guy who you said was always trying to get into your
pants."

"Oh, yeah. He's here too. He's still trying too," Kim said as she
smiled and turned red. "I can't believe the guy. He started coming
on to me with two of my old girlfriends standing right there. When
I looked around at them for help, he said 'just ask them, Kim. I'm
a treat that you shouldn't deny yourself. They know.' Neither of
the women denied it either. I must say he's a lot better looking
now than he was in high school too. Since he and both of the gals
I was talking to still live around here, maybe they're more recent
conquests. I don't really think any of the girls would let him near
them in school."

"Holy shit! I guess it's just like old times then," I said. 

"Yes, unfortunately so in some ways. By the way, who did you talk
to?" Kim asked.

I named as many as the men as I could remember. 

"You were talking to Jack Martins?" she said in dismay. "Why did
you do that?"

"He was part of the group I ran into," I said. "Why? What's the
problem? He seems like a really nice guy."

"Well, he's Betty Hopkins husband. Remember her? She was homecoming
queen. The snooty one I told you about."

"Oh, yeah, I remember. Well, I didn't meet her. I just talked to
her husband, and like I said, he seemed pretty nice. He even said
how great he thought you looked."

"Oh, really? Now isn't that a switch. His wife did finally come up
to me and say 'hi' but I only think she did it because I seemed to
be getting all of the attention and no one was talking to her.
Anyhow, she made some catty remark about having taken some guy away
from me in school. I didn't understand who or what she was talking
about, but she didn't wait around to elaborate or answer questions.
Boy, now there's a woman that has really changed...physically that
is."

"Oh, yeah. For the worse, I would guess," I conjectured.

"For sure. See her. She's sitting over there on the other side of
the third table over. That's her husband Jack on her left."

I found who Kim was referring to and she was certainly right. It
looked like life had been too good to Betty...about fifty pounds
too good. As I watched she puffed on a cigarette and then coughed.
She was no longer a pretty sight.

The rest of the guests at our table found their way in and we all
introduced ourselves. Kim hadn't known any of them well in school
so most of the dinner conversation centered around identifying
mutual friends and acquaintances. I was glad when the "brief
program" got underway. That meant that the dancing would start
soon. Dignitaries were introduced and two classmates who had come
from homes overseas were recognized for their long trip. There was
a moment of silence for those classmates who were known to be
deceased and a very brief speech by the class president. At long
last the mistress of ceremonies announced that the DJ was open to
requests and would work until midnight.

Kim went to freshen up a bit before we danced one dance together.
While we stood on the dance floor waiting for the next dance to
start a guy came up and asked if he could dance with Kim. I only
got to dance with my wife a few more times all night. After she'd
been on the floor for several songs, she finally came back to the
table with some guy in tow. 

"Honey, I'd like for you to meet Tom Wendell," she said. She winked
at me as she said "remember, I pointed him out in the yearbook."

"Oh, yeah, sure," I replied as I remembered that he was the guy who
wouldn't take no for an answer. Kim and Tom went back out to the
dance floor while I wondered exactly where his moves on my wife
might lead. I was about to find out. A dance or two later Kim came
back to the table alone and sat down next to me.

"Sweetheart, did you really mean it when you said I could do
anything tonight. I mean did you mean..." then her voice trailed
off. "Of course you didn't. I've got no business even thinking
about something so foolish," she answered herself as she started to
get up. I reached for her arm and pulled her back down in her
chair.

"Darling, I meant ANYTHING. Anything at all."

As a mischievous smile spread across her face, she said "then could
I have the key to our room?" 

I handed her the key and whispered "there is only one thing. No wet
spot on my side of the bed. OK?" 

My wife gave me a funny look before she smiled and said "OK, I
guess that's fair. Thank you sweetheart. I'll be back as soon as
possible." 

I was about to ask who the lucky guy was when I saw "Tommy"
standing nearby with a "I'm-about-to-get-the-best-piece-of-ass-of-
my-life" grin on his face.

"Tonight's your lucky night, Tommy old boy," I thought to myself.
"You're lucky you didn't succeed with her until now because once
you've had Kim, no other woman will satisfy you."

I don't remember a thing about the next forty-five minutes or so
except that my thoughts were filled with visions of my naked wife
cavorting with another man in our bed. I pictured his glee when he
found that her pussy lips were shaved. I pictured his bliss as my
wife's expert tongue washed over the head of his hard cock. I
pictured Kim's sigh as she felt her pussy lips being forced open by
only the second cock she'd known in her whole life. I pictured 
their mutual passion as he filled my wife with a load of his hot
cum.

I was roused from my trance by someone tugging on my arm. "Honey,
I'm back," I heard a voice saying. "Are you all right?" she went on
to ask.

"Huh?" I grunted as I suddenly came to. "Oh, hi. You back already?"
I said groggily.

"Yes, I'm back and I'm sorry that it took a little longer than I
expected, but are you OK?" Kim asked again.

"Sure, I'm fine. Did you have a good time?"

"Yes, it was felt sort of strange at first doing something like
that, but once I got into it, it was fun. I hope you're not upset
with me for it," my wife whispered in my ear. 

"Does this look like I'm upset?" I said as I pointed to my hard
dick.

"It sure doesn't. I hope you save that thought for later tonight,"
Kim concluded. "Do you mind if I dance some more?"

After several more dances Kim came back to the table as a DJ put on
a slow dance. She took my hand to pull me up to dance with her.
"It's your turn, mister," she said as she led me to an open spot on
the floor.

"Dennis, I'm really sorry for leaving you alone so much. I feel
kinda guilty about that."

"Don't worry about it," I assured her again. "Actually I get a
strange sort of kick out of seeing the men get so excited about
dancing with you."

"Some of them have been more excited that you think," she said.
"I'm surprised how often I've noticed lumps in guy's pants. Most of
them are pretty embarrassed about them too. I must admit they don't
bother me though. In fact, it's pretty flattering to know that I
have that effect on them."

"Speaking of lumps," I responded, "did you have fun taking care of
Tommy's lump?"

"Yes, like I said, once I got over being nervous about it, we had
fun. Oh, and by the way, you'll be relieved to know that although
there's a big wet spot, it's all on my side of the bed."

"He came a lot?" I asked.

"He came twice," Kim replied. "I've never known a man to get hard
again so fast. Maybe that's part of his charm," she said with a
laugh. "Anyway I want you to know that he's not as good as I'm used
to. I guess I'm spoiled, but at least I think I finally got me out
of his system...and him out of mine."

"Good, and as you can tell, hearing you talk about it gives me a
lump too." I pressed my hard cock against Kim as I pulled her too
me. "I hope you'll be up to taking care of that problem later."

"For sure," my wife replied, "but there is something I wanted to
ask you. Would you think I'm a slut if I said I wanted to do it one
more time?"

"Bobby?" I asked.

"Umhm," she replied. "He had a pretty big lump when we were dancing
and I mentioned to him that maybe tonight I'd like to finish what
we started more than twenty years ago. I thought the guy was going
to have a stroke right here on the dance floor, he got so excited.
Would you mind if I did him too?"

"Anything still goes," I replied as I felt my cock jerk at the
thought. "You still have the key."

"Yes, but this time we'll go to his room. His wife isn't here with
him. I thought about using our room again, but the bed definitely
looks like someone got laid in it, and I don't want Bobby to get
the idea that I'm a slut. Understand?"

"Yes, I agree," I said as the DJ changed the tempo. "Go have a good
time. I'll see you in a bit. I love you." We kissed before my wife
left to spend some time in bed with the second man she'd been with
this evening.

This time Kim was gone for more than an hour. Most of the crowd had
already left for private parties, and the DJ had just called for
the last dance when she came back to the table. This time she was
smiling but she looked more like she'd just been up to something.
Her makeup was smeared and her skirt was badly wrinkled.

"Hi sweetheart," I greeted her. "I guess I don't have to ask if you
had a good time. It shows."

"Do I look really terrible?" Kim asked. "I did my best to get
myself back together, but my makeup is in our room and I was afraid
that if I took time to go touch up, the party would be over and
you'd be here waiting by yourself. Let's just go upstairs before I
run into anyone. OK? I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't worry about it. I hope you had fun."

"Yes, it was a lot of fun. I'll tell you about it on the way to the
room,"  Kim said as we got up to leave.

As we walked into the lobby and took the elevator to our floor, Kim
gave me a blow-by-blow and stroke-by-stroke recount of her time
with her old high school flame. "The reason I was gone so long and
look like such a mess is that we did it the first time in the back
seat of his car...you know, for old time's sake. He was even going
to drive out to the gravel pit until I told him it was closed off.
We just stayed out in the parking lot instead. It was really
exciting. I thought Betty and Jack Martins were going to see us
because they walked by while we were doing it. I don't think they
did though."

"I'll bet Betty would really be pissed if she knew that you were
screwing the men in the class when they probably won't even give
her the time of day anymore," I said with a laugh. "That would be
poetic justice, I guess." My cock got hard again as I pictured my
wife getting fucked in the back seat of her old boyfriend's car,
and possibly being seen doing it.

"After we'd done it once there, we came back in and went up to
Bobby's room. Then we did it again...twice. I don't know what
caused it, but I've never seen men get hard so often as those two
did tonight."

"That's easy to explain," I replied. "It only happens to men who
are with an extremely sexy and attractive woman. You really got
both of them excited. Both men had a night with you that they'll
never forget, but neither one will ever have another one like it."

"Thanks sweetheart. You make the slutty way I've behaved tonight
seem almost noble. I'll just accept your gallant explanation. It
makes me feel a lot better about things."

The elevator door opened on our floor, and we practically ran down
the hall to our room. "I think you owe me this last dance," I said
as we closed the door to our room.

"You're right, sweet husband," she agreed as she knelt before me,
took my hard cock out of my pants and sucked it into her mouth. She
stopped just before I came, and we quickly undressed and hopped
into bed. 

I always eat Kim before we fuck so I started to do so again. She
tried to stop me saying she was a mess "down there" but I
persisted. I admit I felt some trepidation as my tongue first
entered her messy, cum filled slit, but I found the sensation of
eating her after other men had fucked her to be wildly erotic. The
taste of cum mixed with Kim's own pussy juices was remarkably
appealing as well. 

I could have gone on for a long time loving my wife's cunt with my
tongue, but she pulled me away saying "I need to be fucked. Denny,
please fuck me." I obliged her and was able to make her cum once
before I shot her full of one more load of hot cum. Within minutes
Kim fell asleep. I laid awake for quite awhile as visions of Kim
and her two lovers of the night bounced around in my head. It had
been a landmark evening in our relationship, and I wondered where
tonight's breakthrough might lead.

The next morning Kim woke up with a case of morning-after guilt. It
took me a while to convince her that I wasn't upset with her about
what had happened last night. Finally she felt better and was even
able to laugh about how silly it felt for a thirty-eight year old
woman to be having sex in the back seat of a car.

"If you'd told me before we left home that'd I be doing that, even
with my own husband, I'd have said you were nuts. It sure was fun
though," my wife finally admitted.  "Next time I try it, I'm going
to wear something more comfortable than a tight skirt."

Since the weather was hot, and we would be outdoors part of the
day, Kim chose a bright multi-colored sundress to wear for the day.
She kept her promise and under it she wore a light blue bra,
panties and garter belt set with matching stockings. The outfit was
very sexy and again I knew that my wife would be the center of
attention. As she stood in front of the window of our room I
noticed that the contours of her delicious body were quite evident.
I thought about suggesting that she wear a slip, but decided
against it. The possibility of others seeing so much of my wife's
body was a big turn on.

We were ready early enough to go down to the coffeeshop for
something to eat before the day's events began. As luck would have
it the first person we ran into was Tommy Wendell. When he saw Kim
he flashed a big smile and offered a warm "hi. How are you this
morning?"

Kim tried to avoid eye contact with him. I finally answered for us
saying "we're both fine, thanks." Then I said something that I
thought was rather funny, but Kim blushed a thousand shades of red.
"How did you enjoy the banquet and dance last night?" I asked.

"It was spectacular. I've never had such a wonderful time," he
answered. "How about you two?"

"We enjoyed it too," I replied. "I think Kim had a particularly
good time, didn't you, sweetheart?"

As soon as we sat down Kim said "why did you have to say that?  I'm
so embarrassed I could die."

"Kim, he knows that I know what you two did last night. He was
standing there watching as you asked me for the key. I saw the grin
on his face as he anticipated getting into my wife's pants. I think
it would be rather silly to act as if it hadn't happened, but I
apologize if I upset you."

"I guess you're right," she said after a brief pause. "I did what
I did, so I have to live with it."

"Hey, it's my understanding that everyone involved...you, Tommy and
I...all enjoyed what happened. It will be one of the things about
this reunion that we'll all have fond memories of for years to
come."

"Yeah, and the other special memory is that I got laid in the back
seat of a car. Is there something wrong with this picture?" Kim
replied still struggling with her virtue.

"It sounds like more fun than I've had at any of my reunions...and
more fun than most of the others have had at this one," I replied.
"I mean it's not like you're some promiscuous slut who does this
sort of thing regularly. These are very special circumstances which
I think excuse doing some unusual things."

"Look, Dennis, I admit I had a real good time last night. I guess
I'm still having a hard time accepting that what I did was really
OK. Understand?"

"Understand. Now let's eat our breakfast and get on with our day.
I'm not upset...AT ALL. In fact, I want to make it very clear that
since the reunion is still going on my permission to do "absolutely
anything" still stands. You don't even need to ask about it if
something comes up. I just want you to tell me about it later
though. OK?"

"I guess," Kim replied, still doubtful.

The agenda for the day was a tour of the new (sort of) school
buildings, a couple of sample classes in the science and compuer
departments and then lunch in the cafeteria.

The tour was a rather loosely organized event with small groups
going from room to room at pretty much their own pace. In each room
a member of the staff or an upperclass student would tell a little
about what went on in that room. Kim and I got separated frequently
because she got involved in many different conversations as our
group circulated through the comples. I usually knew generally
where she was, but about an hour into the tour I lost track of her.
I didn't take much notice or worry about her thinking she may have
just slipped back into another group.

I was surprised when she came rushing up to me just as the tour was
ending...again with a big smile on her face. It dawned on me what
had happened, but I didn't have a clue as to who it happened with.

"Hi darling," she said breathlessly. "Did I miss anything?"

"Not much," I replied. "Who was the lucky guy this time?" I asked
with a smile. 

"Well, you'll never guess," she replied. Kim didn't seem the least
bit concerned that I had figured out what she'd been doing. I liked
that.

"You're right," I replied. "How about a hint?"

"Well," she began obviously ignoring my comment, "Jack Martins saw
Bobby and me together last night. First he saw us as we left the
hotel to go to his car. Then he recognized my red blazer when he
and Betty walked past Bobby's car. 

"'Kim,' he said, that sure looked like you two were having fun out
there in the parking lot. I sure would love to have some fun like
that too. I don't think you'd want a nice guy like Dennis to know
what his wife was doing while he was cooling his heels in the
ballroom, now would you?'"

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"I said well, Jack, as a matter of fact Dennis knows all about it
so don't worry about being burdened with some sensitive secret. I
wouldn't think of cheating on my husband and not telling him about
it.' You should have seen the look on his face. It was priceless.
I got sort of mad for a minute thinking that he wanted to blackmail
me into having sex with him. Then an evil thought popped into my
head. I had the perfect chance to get even with a classmate for the
rotten way she's always treated me, and to have some fun of my own
in the process."

"I said Jack, I won't do that sort of thing with a guy because he
tries to blackmail me into it, but I will do it if I think the guy
is worth fucking. Where would you like to do it?' His jaw hit the
floor and I thought for a minute he might have a heart attack from
the shock, but he recovered quickly. We took off for the gym
because he remembered seeing some wrestling mats there. That's were
we did it."

"Wow!" was all I could say. My cock sprang to life as I followed
Kim's account, and as we entered the room for our first sample
class the bulge in my pants must have been visible. I quickly found
an empty seat and sat down. I don't recall a thing about the class.
I kept visualizing Kim's encounter with the homecoming queen's
husband.

Nothing more happened for the rest of the day. The official
functions of the reunion ended mid-afternoon on Saturday, but there
as an informal pizza party Saturday night which many of us from out
of town attended. The Martins were there and I chatted with Jack
but no mention was made of his tryst with my wife. He did reiterate
his earlier comment that she was a very attractive woman.

The next morning as we were packing and getting ready to leave, the
phone rang. A man's voice asked "is Kim there?" I handed the phone
to my wife.

"Oh, hi Bob...we're getting ready to check out now but we plan to
have breakfast first. Actually our plane doesn't leave until after
noon...oh, heavens, I don't know about doing that" she replied as
her face turned bright red. "Just a sec," she continued. Then she
put her hand over the phone.

"Sweetheart, Bobby wants to know if he and I could get together for
a bit before we leave. Would you mind? I know the reunion's over
and all."

I smiled as I thought for a moment. "Go ahead," I acquiesced. "The
anything goes' applies to the whole weekend as far as I'm concerned
and the weekend isn't over yet. When we get home we'd better talk
about it again though. OK?"

"You sure?" she asked. "I don't mind saying no. I've had my fling
with Bobby. I'll understand."

"If you'd like to go, go. It's up to you."

Well, my wife and Bobby spent another hour together while I checked
out and read the Sunday paper in the coffeeshop. When she came in
to get me she was wearing a big smile again, but apparently she
wasn't wearing part of her normal apparel.

"Sweetheart, would you mind if I got in my suitcase?" she asked.

"No. Why?" I asked.

"I need another pair of panties," she replied as she blushed.

"Huh?" 

"I gave my other ones to Bobby as a souvenir...silly, huh?" I
laughed and went to get her suitcase.

I had a hard-on the entire flight home. Kim gave me even more
detailed accounts of each of her reunion unions. After that we
talked about how we each felt about her temporary freedom and
decided two things. 

First, although we both greatly enjoyed what happened, we don't
want to do anything like that at home. There are too many
complications and risks involved. 

Second, we will make it a point at least once a year to get away
where we can do it. Next time we'll try it for a week.

"I can't wait," Kim said as we got off the plane. 

I can't wait either.

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