Our 40th Reunion Part One - Sex Stories

Our 40th Reunion Part One

... when a woman wearing a name badge that read Lori Jackson and her nameless date approached.

"Marsha? Marsha Keener?" the man said.

I was a little taken aback by this stranger knowing my wife's maiden name, and my attention was immediately drawn to Lori and her date.

"I'm sorry," Marsha replied, clearly not recognizing him.

"Scott Keener," he said, extending his hand toward my wife.

"We went to high school together," Scott continued.

Marsha looked at him more carefully. I could tell her memory was being tested, but as her smile widened, I figured she was putting the name and face with a thirty-five-year-old memory.

"Oh, my god! Scotty," Marsha finally exclaimed.

Lori and I just stood there. I didn't remember her, and she clearly didn't remember me, but it was clear our mates had known each other since they attended high school five years after we'd graduated.

"Sorry, Scott, I remember you having hair down to here," Marsha said, placing her fingers on his shoulder.

I could understand Marsha not recognizing him since he now had male-pattern baldness.

"What a coincidence meeting you at a reunion for the class of seventy. I figured we wouldn't see each other until 2015 when our fortieth will be held," Scott said.

"I'm not looking forward to that reunion," Marsha offered.

Scott let his eyes roam down over Marsha's shapely tits, then said. "Why not? You're looking as hot as the day we graduated."

Lori piped in. "Scott, that's a bit forward ...

... considering you haven't seen her since nineteen seventy-five."

Lori was a pretty late-fifties woman. Her curly blond hair barely touched her shoulders. She had thin lips but accentuated their outline with a slightly darker lip liner shade than the gloss she applied first. Her tiny breasts appeared rather perky under the tight-fitting dress she wore.

I joined in the conversation. "Marsha and I met a year after she graduated while she was home for Christmas break from college."

"So you've been married for thirty-five years?" Lori asked.

"Thirty-six," Marsha offered. "Thirty-six wonderful years," my lovely wife added.

I put my hand on her back and gently squeezed it, letting her know I appreciated the compliment.

Lori extended her hand and said. Nice seeing you again." Her eyes drifted down to my name badge before she finished. "Paul."

Scotty didn't wait for Marsha to offer her hand. He just reached out and grabbed the delicate hand, then brought his other to hold Marsha's between his two big hands.

"I'll be looking forward to our reunion," he said. "Hope to see you there."

I turned my attention back to Rick, who stood there listening to our short conversation. Handing him my business card, I said. "Give me a call sometime. We'll get together for a round of golf."

"Will do," Rick replied as he slipped my card into his breast pocket and turned to mingle with other folks in attendance.

"What an ass hole," Marsha whispered in my ear.

"Why's that?" ...