Our 40th Reunion Part One - Sex Stories

Our 40th Reunion Part One

... with humidity that made your shirt stick to your skin. It was the kind of afternoon that made you expect a thunderstorm later in the evening.

Walking into our bedroom, Marsha was already priming herself for the evening out. She sat at her makeup desk, skillfully applying the right amount of mascara to highlight her already dark, passionate eyes. Marsha had gathered her hair up in a tight bun and then curled at the ends that cascaded down toward her sexy neck.

"Wow, you're gonna look fantastic tonight," I remarked as I slipped out of my clothes to shower.

Marsha looked at me and smiled. "I want to be the sexiest woman there tonight."

Judging from her choice of lingerie, I had to agree. She wore a black lace bra with a deep plunging vee in front, black lace panties, and over those, a very sexy black lace garter. I assumed she was waiting for the last moment to slip her shapely legs into silk stockings so she wouldn't get a runner. At least until later when I got her home and back into our bedroom.

My showers usually take only a few minutes, but I wasted time to give my lovely wife time to finish getting dressed.

As I turned off the shower, Marsha said. "Let's get a move on. I don't want to be more than fashionably late."

I wrapped a towel around my waist and grabbed another to dry my hair as I walked back into our bedroom.

Marsha stood at the foot of our bed, waiting for me to return. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and I was sure my jaw ...

... dropped so far it nearly dislocated itself.

She looked incredible. The sexy new dress she'd bought for this special occasion hugged her body, its wrap-around design, leaving little to the imagination where it plunged, revealing soft, sexy cleavage. Just above the diamond pendant, I'd bought her for our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary dangled from her sexy neck. The dress almost touched her knees, but below its flowing hem, her shapely legs were covered with dark gray silk stockings. She wore brand-new high heels designed to accentuate her great legs. She'd applied a light coat of red lip gloss, which contrasted quite nicely with all the black she wore.

"Maybe we should just stay here," I remarked, feeling my cock surge a little.

Marsha smiled and curtly replied. "No way." She looked fabulous, and she knew it. I was sure she was looking forward to the evening showing off to my classmates.

I quickly dried my hair and then slipped the towel off my waist. My semi-erect cock waving out from my loins. Marsha smiled and said. "You gonna save some of that for me."

I laughed and replied. "I'm gonna save it all for you, sexy."

Marsha walked to where I was standing and softly grasped my cock. "I can hardly wait to feel this buried deep inside me."

I again suggested, "Why wait." I knew we'd both have to wait because she looked forward to the evening more than I did.

She turned and walked toward the door. Her sexy hips swayed seductively from side to side as her high ...