Our 40th Reunion Part One - Sex Stories

Our 40th Reunion Part One

... More than a few times, I've come off the dance floor sporting a bulge in my slacks.

I circled her hips with both hands and pulled her close to me. Marsha responded by nuzzling her face into my neck and pressing her beautiful breasts against my chest. Now, I usually close my eyes while we're dancing, but tonight, I kept them open so that as we circled about, I could glance toward Sam to see if she was paying attention.

Her smile warmed my heart almost as much as Marsha's firm breasts, and I could hardly wait to feel Sam in my arms later.

"I love you," Marsha whispered while we moved about.

I leaned back a little as Marsha lifted hers from my neck. Staring into each other's eyes, I whispered back. "I love you more."

Our lips touched softly, and as we moved slowly, our bodies pressed tightly together, our kiss became more intense.

Marsha broke our passionate kiss and again nuzzled her face into my neck. I turned my lips to her ear and whispered. "I can't wait to get you home later."

Marsha moaned, thinking of the passionate lovemaking that awaited her later in the evening.

The DJ grouped two slow tunes, and Marsha slowly made love to my loins until the second song ended.

When our hips finally moved apart, I tried to jiggle myself so the erection that tented my slacks wouldn't be so noticeable as we returned to our table.

Once I'd reached the protection of our table and I could slip my hand under the cloth, I adjusted the angle my hard cock had ...

... swelled toward, giving me a little relief. Marsha slipped her hand under the fabric and slowly ran her delicate fingers along my surging erection.

Her lips touched my ear as she whispered. "I can't wait to feel this deep inside me."

My broad smile acknowledged that I couldn't wait either.

Bill and Janet were off doing the boogie loo or some other gyration-type dance, and the other couples were nowhere to be found, so Marsha and I had the table to ourselves.

"Before you go catch up with Sam, I want to tell you something, baby," Marsha said.

I expected her to say something about my relationship with Sam, but Marsha surprised me when she admitted. "I wasn't candid earlier when discussing my date with Scott."

I wanted to tell her that like my thing for Sam, her date with Scotty was ancient history, and she didn't need to rehash the details, but my curiosity kept me quiet.

"He was drunk and passed out in his car, like I said earlier," Marsha explained. "But before I hitched a ride with my girlfriend, I sucked his cock."

I smiled, knowing this tidbit had eaten at her all evening.

"It was the first time I'd ever sucked cock, and since he was passed out, I figured if I didn't like it, I could stop and no one would ever know."

"Including Scotty?" I asked.

"He never budged; the alcohol kept him under. Well, to make a long story short, I liked it, and that night was the first time I'd tasted a man's cum." Marsha admitted quietly.

My shit-eating grin ...