The Reunion
Copyright© 2026 by Reggie70
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Me and my wife went to her 20 year high school reunion at a hotel. She got drunk with her old girlfriends and I passed out in our room. When I woke up she was in the next room with four of her old school buddies, and I watched the whole thing through a crack in the door. First time anything like this ever happened to us. Nobody planned it. It just happened.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Cheating Slut Wife Wife Watching Group Sex Voyeurism
The invite came in the mail on a Tuesday.
Lisa held it up at the table. “Twenty years. God, I’m old.”
“You’re not old,” I said.
She read it twice. It was at a hotel, one of the big ones with a ballroom. Dinner, a band, open bar. Rooms upstairs if you wanted one. She set it down and said she probably wouldn’t go.
By Saturday she was looking at dresses on her phone.
“Just looking,” she said.
“Uh huh,” I said.
She started talking about it at supper. Who was going to be there. The girls she ran with, who married who, who got fat, who got divorced. She went through the whole class like she’d been waiting to.
“The guys will be there too,” she said. “Derek, Troy, Chad, Brent. The whole crew.”
Derek was her boyfriend junior year. Before me. Way before me. She said his name the same as the others. No big deal. So I didn’t make it one.
The dress came in a box on a Thursday. Black. She tried it on in our bedroom that night and came out and stood in front of me.
“Be honest,” she said.
It was tight. Not trashy tight. Just fitted, showing the shape of her that her regular clothes hide. Her legs looked long. It pushed her tits up some. She turned sideways and looked at herself and sucked her stomach in.
“You don’t need to suck it in,” I said.
“You think?”
“I know. You look good, Lisa. You look real good.”
She looked at me then, soft. “You sure it’s not too much? For a bunch of people I haven’t seen in twenty years?”
“It’s exactly enough,” I said.
She kept it on a while. Walked around the bedroom in it, fixing her hair in the mirror, this way, that way. I sat on the bed and watched my wife be excited about something. It had been a while since I’d seen that.
Me and Lisa have been married 12 years. Our life is good. It’s just the same, is all. Work, supper, TV, bed. Sex is fine. That’s the word for it. Fine. Same bed, same way, couple times a month if nobody falls asleep first.
I wasn’t looking for anything that night. Neither was she. I want that on the record before I tell the rest.
The night of the reunion she took an hour getting ready. Hair down, which she never does. Makeup dark around the eyes. She came out of the bathroom and I just stood there for a second.
“Well?” she said.
“Well,” I said. “Let’s go before I change my mind about sharing you with a ballroom.”
She laughed and smacked my arm. It was a joke. It was just a joke, then.