Our 40th Reunion Part One - Sex Stories

Our 40th Reunion Part One

... fresh fruit cup followed shortly after that with the main course. The unmistakable banquet fare of a broiled boneless breast of chicken smothered in some Alfredo sauce with green beans and almond shavings and a rice dish reminded me of rice-a-roni.

Conversation during dinner was light and surrounded our recollections of events that occurred during our years in school together. While we ate, I glanced at Sam as often as I could without being obvious. Marsha and Janet continued talking about their lives after they'd married the two guys from our class. The other two couples at our table, neither of whom I recalled from school, kept to themselves.

As some of the wait staff began clearing mostly half-full dishes, the rest started moving from table to table, offering what looked like dry cake and vanilla ice cream plus coffee or tea.

"I'm going to pass on dessert," Marsha mentioned when asked if she wanted some by, the young girl holding a serving tray full of cake.

"Me too," I said when offered the meal's final course.

Rick was already digging into his cake, and I figured Janet would sit there and melt into a puddle of soft ice cream and go untouched. Judging from her shapely figure, I doubted if she indulged in dessert often.

"Coffee or tea?" Another staff member asked.

"I reached for my three-quarter full JD and water and said. "I'm good."

Marsha, Janet, and Rick all asked for coffee, which was poured on the spot.

I glanced at Sam as she sipped from ...

... her coffee cup. It was then I realized she was alone. The three other couples at her table left an empty chair beside her. I'd have to ask her where her husband was tonight when we got a chance to talk.

As dinner ended, the lights were dimmed slightly, and the DJ hired to provide the entertainment began speaking over his PA system.

The usual awards for longest distance traveled, most children sired, and longest marriage were handed out. A new one was added for most times divorced, which went to Bill Chessman, who somehow found a way to win and lose four women since high school.

Rick laughed when Bill won that award and then said. "That's unsurprising Olde Billy Boy would do anything that moved in school."

Marsha giggled and said. "I wonder how many in attendance tonight did him before graduation."

With the awards part of the entertainment out of the way, the DJ started playing golden oldies from our youth. Couples began moving to the dance floor, most trying to recall the steps from dances we'd not tried for years.

When the first slow song started, I grabbed Marsha's wrist and said. "This is more my speed. Let's dance, hun."

She smiled and stood up, taking my hand as I guided her to the dance floor.

One thing that has always amazed me about my beautiful, sexy wife is how she dances. As I lead her around the floor, her hips move almost independently from her feet. She has this incredible talent to follow my lead while grinding her hips into my loins. ...