Our 40th Reunion Part One - Sex Stories

Our 40th Reunion Part One

... acknowledged that Marsha was telling me that, unknown to him, Scotty had introduced her to a taste she'd craved ever since. Her love of mouth-watering cum shots was partly responsible for us only having two children. She almost always wants me to pull out right before I blow my load and give it to her in that soft, succulent mouth, which I was confident I'd be doing later.

"You should find him and tell him what he missed," I suggested.

Marsha just smiled and replied. "No fucking way. He can continue being completely confused as to why he woke up with his dick hanging out of his pants." Her sexy giggle accentuated the remark.

Rick and Janet returned, sweating profusely from their round of fast dancing.

"I'm getting too old for that shit," Rick admitted.

Marsha slipped her hand under the table again after checking the condition of my slightly reduced size. "Why don't you sit with Samantha and chat for a while."

Her quick kiss let me know that she'd be paying attention to make sure both my hands remained on top of the table.

"You'll be okay," I asked.

"Sure, Janet and I will talk while you're gone," she replied.

I looked over toward Sam and caught her looking at me. Her broad smile warmed my heart and invited me to join her. The couple next to her was on the dance floor, and as I approached, Sam said. "Sit here." Her slim fingers patted the chair next to her.

I sat down, making sure Marsha saw me place both hands on the table so she could chat with ...

... Janet worry-free.

"She's a beautiful woman," Sam began, looking toward Marsha as she began talking with Janet.

I smiled and admitted. "I love her very much."

Sam's heartwarming smile flashed across her lips. "It shows Paul," she remarked.

Not wanting this talk to go like a round of twenty questions but curious about why she was alone tonight, I asked. "Where's your husband?"

Sam smiled and placed her soft hand on mine. "Frank and I split up three years ago after the kids finished college," she said.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I replied.

"Things weren't good for a long time, Paul. He was cheating on me within a year after we moved to Seattle," Sam continued.

"That must have been hard to endure," I remarked, doing some quick math and realizing she lived with that for maybe fifteen or twenty years.

"I got by with my work and the kids as the center of my life," Sam admitted.

"Did you go back into nursing?" I asked, realizing I was asking too many questions instead of letting Sam move the conversation along at her own pace.

She smiled and answered. "I worked as a hospice nurse for sixteen years. Then, two years ago, a position with a nursing firm opened here, and I moved back. I've been doing hospice nursing here for the last two years.

I almost couldn't believe my ears. "You moved home two years ago and didn't contact me before now?" I asked.

She squeezed my hand before saying. "I did some checking around when I first got back and found out ...