Our 40th Reunion Part One - Sex Stories

Our 40th Reunion Part One

... romantic night of lovemaking. I'd have that to look forward to, at least.

The next night, I filled out the form and wrote a check for a hundred twenty-five dollars, then put the envelope on the table by the door so I could mail it the next day.

As Marsha and I lay in bed together, she turned over and whispered in my ear. "Anyone special you hope to see at the reunion?"

I rolled toward her and slipped my arm around her. Pulling her close to me, I replied. "No one as special as you."

Marsha smiled and kissed me tenderly on the lips. We made love like we'd done thousands of times before. But this time, the thought of Sam was on my mind. She still had me after all these years. I still loved her so much.

Nearly six weeks passed before I received another envelope addressed by the reunion committee. This time, it confirmed our reservation and a list of people they were still trying to contact. As I read over the list, I found Sam's name; they hadn't been able to locate her, which disappointed me but didn't surprise me.

Marsha and I were having coffee one morning when she flipped the family appointment calendar hanging on the fridge from July to August. In bold red letters, she had written "Paul's Reunion" in the block for the fifteenth.

"I think I'll buy a sexy new dress to wear to the reunion," Marsha said.

I smiled at her and said. "You'd look sexy in a burlap sack."

Marsha leaned down and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "To you, maybe, but what about ...

... all the other guys who'll be there?" She replied.

It was clear that Marsha was planning on showing everyone who attended what a beautiful and sexy wife I'd landed, and that fact made me smile. Marsha is a very passionate woman. Her lovely features run the gamut from sensuous dark eyes, full pouty, kissable lips, an incredible hourglass figure, and shapely legs. All topped off by her wavy auburn tresses. My wife is a gorgeous woman, and I'm always proud to have her on my arm. Oh yes, need I mention that her passionate personality is most assertive when we're making love and has kept me faithful for almost forty years?

As the fifteenth approached, I started feeling twangs of anticipation, not about getting together with my old classmates but with the hope that somehow the committee had tracked down Sam and that she'd be attending. I wondered how we'd approach each other, what we'd say, and how we'd feel after hearing each other's voices again. I knew that as a mature man who'd long since gotten over his shyness, I'd be able to finally express my true feelings for her and let the chips fall as they may. Friday, August 15th, turned out to be a hot, humid day like many summer days in the northeast. A south-westerly breeze did little more than pump more heat into the air. Al Roker had said on the early morning news show that records would fall across the mid-Atlantic states that day, and he wasn't far off. When I left the office that afternoon, it was still ninety-five degrees ...