Ten Year College Reunion
Copyright© 2017 by robertl
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Attending my wife's ten year college reunion
Adriana suggested I shower first since she’d probably take a little longer in the bathroom than I would. After I toweled off, shaved and brushed my teeth, Adriana had laid my clothes for the evening out on the bed. The shirt was a dark lavender, striped lavender tie, and black dress pants. They were nice, but not exactly the colors I would have picked. I laughed, looking at the bright shirt and told her, “I guess you want to be able to pick me out of the crowd in case you misplace me, huh?” She just laughed along with me and told me to get dressed, closing the bathroom door behind her.
I dressed, then checked myself out in the mirror. I hate wearing a tie and don’t even know how to tie one. At least this was one of those with a clip so I grudgingly put it on. I had to admit I didn’t look half bad, still like a nerd, but at least a well-dressed nerd.
I turned on the television for something to keep myself occupied and lay down on the bed to wait for Adriana. It was still over an hour until the dinner was supposed to start, so I presumed I’d have a fairly long wait. I wasn’t wrong in that assumption. It was forty-five minutes later when I heard the bathroom door open. I had closed my eyes and was almost dozing off when the door opening brought me back to the living.
Adriana stepped out and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She was gorgeous! I think more so than I’d ever seen her, probably since our wedding night. She had on a slinky, light lavender, wrap-around dress that came just above her knees. The hemline had a V-jog in the middle where the wraps came together, extending another six inches or so higher in the center. It had thin, spaghetti straps over her shoulders and a single bow-knot on one side holding it in place. Adriana’s boobs had grown quite a lot after having two kids and filled out her dress beautifully. It was cut low enough to show a small amount of cleavage and a hint of her frilly, lavender bra. She wore matching shoes with about a four-inch heel, and transparent but slightly lavender stockings extending up under her dress. I was envisioning her panties and asked her, “What kind of panties are you wearing?”
She giggled and simply told me, “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you.” The way she said that made me groan in anticipation of the long night ahead of us before I’d get to find out. Then she went on, obviously to tease me a little, “You can feel my stockings, though, if you want.”
Did I want! I snuggled up to her and ran my hand up and down the back of her leg feeling the silky smoothness of her stockings. When I started to push the hem of her dress up a little, hoping maybe to find out about what kind of panties she was wearing, she pushed my hand away, torturing me with, “That’s all. You’ll have to wait until afterward to get your hand any higher.”
Her hair is a beautiful black, hanging about halfway down her back, but that night she had it up in a bun on the back of her head with a pretty, feminine flower on one side. The way she had it done up showed off her long, slender neck, giving her an even sexier appeal.
Overall, she was just about the perfect combination of gorgeous and sexy, especially with her makeup and matching lip color. Her final touch that added so much, were her silver, dangling earrings and necklace with matching hearts. She literally took my breath away. When I was finally able to speak again, I told her, “You’re so ... so beautiful!”
She smiled at me and replied, “Well, you’re my husband. You have to say that,” knowing very well that it was probably the understatement of the century. Then she looked at me and told me, “You don’t look half bad either. I’ll probably have to fight off the ladies who want to seduce you and take you home with them.”
I laughed and told her, “There’s only one lady who I want to seduce me and take me home with her.” I was about ninety-nine percent certain that my Adriana would be, by far, the most gorgeous creature in the building! I was more than eager to pull the ends of that knot and unwrap that dress off of her to find out what was hidden underneath. I told her, “The real danger will be all the men who want to steal you away from me!”
She did a little wiggle, showing me that where that ‘V’ was in the front, that with just the right movements, the wrap-around would separate and show her thigh, just hinting at the lace at the top of her stockings. It made me want to skip the dinner all the more and unwrap her right then and there!
“Mmm,” she told me, “sounds like fun.”
I was loving how flirtatious and fun she was still being. Adriana did enjoy flirting a little, especially when she got some guy to flirt back. I enjoyed her flirting as well, thinking that their fantasy was my reality. She never went beyond just enough to draw some good-looking guy’s attention, but afterward, she was always horny as hell. That’s what I was looking forward to that night after the dinner.
I’d already come to the conclusion that the dinner wouldn’t be so bad after all since I could look forward to what was bound to come ‘after’. I knew that if I kept that in mind I could tolerate most anything! This would be the first time in a very long time that we’d had two nights alone with no kids for a little over six years since Kylie was born. And, with the mood she had been in and still seemed to be, it could be a very, very fun night ahead!
“Shall we go?” she asked me. I was sort of looking forward to sharing the view of my beautiful bride as we walked out of our room to the elevator hand-in-hand. In the elevator by ourselves, before we pushed the lobby floor button, she snuggled up to me and said, “I feel horny and sexy tonight. You better keep an eye on me.” Ooh, that’s all my already hard cock needed right before stepping out into a crowd of people!
When we walked into the large conference room that had been decorated all around with flowers, ribbons and a large banner reading, “Welcome to the Class of ‘18”, it was filled with what looked to me like hundreds of people. I squeezed Adriana’s hand tightly and leaned into her telling her, “Don’t you dare abandon me!” I was literally terrified of crowds where I didn’t know anyone and knew I’d be expected to be a fluent conversationalist, which I definitely was not.
She led me to the registration table where they had a small packet containing name tags with little magnetic backs. At least they had realized people would be wearing nice clothes that they wouldn’t want to poke pin holes in. Adriana’s name tag read, “Adriana (Hall) Jeppeson. Mine had my name with Adriana’s maiden name underneath it so they’d know who I was with.
After we got our name tags, we started milling around. Adriana found a few people, including some professors she remembered and greeted warmly, introducing me as her husband, and visiting with briefly before moving on. There wasn’t anyone that she’d ever mentioned to me as a close friend from college, so I wondered if there was anyone, in particular, she was looking for. She was doing a masterful job of including me in her conversations with people, sparing me from my discomfort as much as she could.
I noticed lots of eyes following her, glancing up and down, obviously envious of me. My wife had always been a head-turner, albeit in a girl-next-door, sexy kind of way. That night, in her wrap-around dress, she was especially on the sexy side. True to what Adriana said, she was still obviously feeling very sensual. Whenever she saw a really nice-looking guy looking at her, she made it a point to “accidentally” twirl her dress a little, getting that “V” to open up, showing lots of sexy legs. This was out of her usual conservative self and I was loving it!
There was both spiked and non-spiked punch and whenever I refilled Adriana’s cup, it was always with the spiked. We never drank very much, but alcohol has always been a major aphrodisiac for her, and as flirty as she was I could tell she was already more than a little horny. A little-added stimulus certainly wouldn’t hurt, and I had plans for that horniness later in the evening. I anticipated that by the time we got back to our room she’d be hotter than hot! The more we wandered around, the faster I wanted to get out of there ... and take my sexy wife back to our room!
Alcohol almost always made me sleepy and certain parts of my body limp. I didn’t want either to happen, so I skipped the spiked for myself.
There were lots of attractive women, but I thought very few who matched Adriana until I noticed a woman about fifteen or so feet away, separated from us by probably half a half-dozen people, who radiated sexiness! She was several inches taller than Adriana, probably five-ten or so with her heels; had long, beautiful, golden-blonde hair, almost to her waist; was wearing a very low-cut, white, silky blouse with ruffles down the front; and a very short, tight, black skirt. Her face was perfectly matching the rest of her, absolutely stunning! I tried not to stare but it was hard. I could see the faint outline of a black bra underneath her blouse and imagined what that bra must be hiding!
Where Adriana was home-town pretty, more than pretty actually, but this woman was super-model beautiful and exuded sensuality! No doubt she could easily have been a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model. She reminded me a lot of Bo Derek in the movie ‘10’, except a lot taller; long blond hair down to the small of her back, beautiful face, and unbelievable curves! I was actually embarrassed when my cock started to flinch just from seeing her across the room.
I was pleased when I saw Adriana’s face light up as she seemed to recognize someone in the room. She took my hand and led me those fifteen feet away and wrapped her arms around the sexy goddess I’d just noticed, screeching out, “Tanya, oh my God, I’d hoped you’d be here!”
“Addie!” the woman squealed in joy. Obviously, these two knew each other and very well. When they backed away, the other woman, the name tag pinned on her glorious chest read, Tanya (Jacoby) Peters, excitedly told my wife, “I wondered if you’d be here too. It’s so wonderful to see you!”
Then, Adriana took a moment away from her glee to introduce me to her long-ago friend, “Tanya, this is my husband, Matt.” She went on explaining to me, “Honey, Tanya was my best friend in college.” I realized then that this was the same woman as the girl in some of the pictures Adriana had shown me, but wow, if I’d thought maturity did wonders for my wife, it had definitely overstepped its bounds with this woman! I had noticed the hot girl in the pictures, but they didn’t even come close to doing justice to the ten-years-older woman.
Tanya smiled at me and gave me a brief hug. I wrapped one arm around her and hugged back, noticing her enticing, feminine perfume and that silk blouse. Then she turned slightly and introduced her companion, “This is my husband, Tanner.” She winked at Adriana, going on, “You might remember him.” It was totally irrational and I didn’t quite understand myself, but I was momentarily disappointed that she was married. The wink and her comment didn’t even register with me at the time.
Then I noticed that Adriana was blushing as she gave Tanya’s husband a hug. It seemed a little tighter and longer than I would have thought was appropriate. I couldn’t help but wonder what that was all about, probably the spiked punch making her feel sexy. I couldn’t help but notice his eyes scanning up and down my wife, which seemed quite a compliment given the appearance of his own wife. His only comment was a quiet, “Hi Addie.” They obviously knew each other, quite well, in fact.
Adriana must have noticed the inquisitive look on my face and told me, “Addie was my nickname in college.” It seemed funny that I’d never heard her addressed by that name.
There seemed to be a familiarity between Tanya’s husband and my wife that left me feeling just a bit unsettled. There wasn’t anything obvious, but their greeting seemed a bit different than two old friends. I put it out of my mind as my imagination working overtime. Tanner was one of those guys that I could imagine a woman having an instant crush on; a little taller than my six-feet, very athletic and good looking.
Actually, he was a perfect match for the gorgeous Tanya. If he wasn’t already married to the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen, I’d probably be a little worried about him taking my wife away from me. Not really, but you know how guys are when they’re jealous about some extraordinarily good-looking guy flirting with his wife.
Guys like him had always intimidated me, made me feel inadequate in comparison. I’m a pretty ordinary guy and Tanner was anything but ordinary! Both of them were so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny. To be honest, even my own wife, Adriana, overwhelmed me sometimes, like at this dinner. How an ordinary guy like me hit the jackpot with a woman like her is one of the great mysteries of the world. Yet, even she was outclassed by her beautiful blonde, bombshell friend!
Adriana seemed surprised that Tanner and Tanya were married. She asked Tanya about that and Tanya told her they started going together after college. Adriana explained to me that they were all friends during school, but Tanya and Tanner hadn’t ever gone out together.
From then on, Tanya and Adriana were inseparable, leaving Tanner and me to tag along with them as they surveyed the rest of the room looking for more close friends. They continued to find casual acquaintances but no other close friends. I will not tell a lie. My eyes were often on Tanya, probably the sexiest female I’d ever seen in my life! I also couldn’t help but notice Tanner’s eyes on my wife more than occasionally, too. He almost seemed obsessed on Adriana’s long, sexy legs.
Noticing how this guy almost seemed infatuated with watching my sexy wife was making me a bit giddy with pride. I know I have a hot wife and I’ve always enjoyed men looking at my Adriana, but somehow, this guy with his beautiful wife was making me prouder than ever of her.
Adriana and Tanya were constantly chattering and giggling together, obviously very pleased to have found each other. When we heard an announcement that dinner was ready to be served, they opened a curtain wall to an adjacent room with dining tables and a buffet.
My slight unease from Tanner and Adriana’s initial meeting had totally dissipated. He seemed like a nice guy, in spite of his good looks. As a matter of fact, I was kind of hoping to see a little more flirting back and forth. I would have loved to flirt with his beautiful wife, but I didn’t know how. Besides, I was way too shy.
There were different sizes of tables with various numbers of chairs around the room so that everyone could be seated with whatever number of people they wanted. We had found a table for four and were soon seated with our meal.
As we sat and visited, my discomfort with crowds had largely dissipated. Adriana and Tanya talked a lot about their careers, our kids, excuses, and regret that they hadn’t kept in touch. Both women apologized profusely, vowing to do so in the future.
Adriana told Tanya and Tanner about our stores and Tanya talked about her career as a freelance interior designer. Adriana told Tanya about some of the pieces in her stores, particularly about her 1884 player piano and some of her other antique furniture. Tanya said she’d love to see them as she had one couple who loved old things and she’d decorated their house with antiques.
Tanner was a landscape architect and we talked about our front and back yard, Tanner giving me some suggestions on a pond, little stream, and waterfall, suggesting that if I’d send him some pictures and dimensions he would draw something up for us. Adriana and I agreed that we’d love that as right now, our yard is nothing but grass that needs watering and mowing.
We all talked about keeping in touch and visiting each other after the weekend. We agreed to check the calendar before we left for home and set a date to visit, either at our house or theirs. I realized that, much to my surprise, I was actually enjoying this dinner that I’d been dreading the last few months. Besides the excellent company, the prime rib was outstanding, not quite as good as I cook in our pellet grill, but better than any other I’d eaten.
Adriana can’t resist getting pictures out of our two kids to show off, especially one in particular. Kevin was two and we were on a weekend camping trip. He’d found a mud hole about a foot deep to play in and was solid mud from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. He was sitting in the middle of the mud, his face brown, hair dripping mud, clothes all brown with mud and a big smile on his face showing off his nice, white teeth in the sea of mud. Right after I took the picture, he looked toward his mom and told her, in all seriousness, “Mommy, it doesn’t taste like chocolate!” When Adriana told Tanya and Tanner this story we all broke out laughing. Adriana and I can’t help giggling whenever we look at that picture, remembering it like it was yesterday.
She carries several more pictures. Tanya commented on how pretty six-year-old Kylie is and Adriana beamed with pride. She loves our kids more than life itself! I’m pretty fond of them as well. Tanya commented on how much the kids look like their parents and thought it was amusing that Kevin had so many of Adriana’s features, while Kylie had mine.
Tanya told Adriana that she and Tanner had both been so busy getting their careers started that so far they’d put off having kids, but were starting to think about it seriously now.
The conversation veered off into more mundane subjects, like telling her our little excursions over the last couple days, leaving out the fun bedroom parts. Adriana did tell about me buying the bikini and making her wear it at the hotel pool. Tanner cocked his eyes at that and Tanya said she wished they’d been here then.
During it all, though, I was noticing the glances back and forth between Tanner and Adriana. To begin with, I wondered if it could have been my imagination, but as the evening wore on, it was obvious that it wasn’t. To be honest, I was a little more than intrigued that it appeared like he had more than just a friendly interest in her, It almost seemed like it was more sexual than just friendly. It turned me on a little (maybe a lot!) that someone with a hot wife like Tanya was as interested in Adriana as Tanner gave the impression to be ... and that she was noticing it too and appeared to kind of like it, maybe even to the point of returning it.
At the same time, it was difficult for me to keep my eyes off Tanya. Like I said earlier, Adriana is the only woman I’d ever been with sexually, but guys do have their fantasies, and Tanya was the ultimate fantasy of any member of the male species!
I knew it would never happen, but wondered what it would be like to hold her in my arms and squeeze those luscious breasts into my chest. I was embarrassed, knowing that the thoughts going through my mind about Adriana’s friend were wrong but couldn’t do a thing to dispel them. At one point, my mind wandered even further into the gutter, causing my cock to significantly grow under the table. I did my best to shake away the illicit visions that seemed to accumulate more and more in my head, looking back at my own wife and how lucky I was.
I’ve never had fantasies about other women. Sure, I’ve noticed pretty women, and maybe even drooled a little from time to time, but never anything like the images that were clouding my mind during that meal and re-directing the flow of blood from my brain to other body parts further South, making said body part very uncomfortably constrained by my slacks.
Much of the conversation went in one ear and out the other, interrupted only by the fantasy visions I was having when I did hear something about “Jeremy” and “that night”. I heard Tanner mention Jeremy’s date on that night and that she was quite a bit older, but H.O.T., hot!
I was a little perplexed and asked who and what they were talking about. Adriana answered me, “Jeremy lived in Tanner’s dorm. He was a super-smart kid that never had time for any social life until he brought a sexy older woman to a dance at their dorm.”
Adriana asked Tanner if he was still in contact with Jeremy? “Yeah,” he told her, “we’ve kept in touch. He’s working for Lockheed Martin now, on some top-secret project. Remember how he was always talking about space travel and there’s a way to traverse space almost instantaneously instead of years? I think he might be working on something like that, although he can’t say anything about what he’s doing.”
He went on, “Remember the nursing student he met later that night? After they both got out of college and started their career, they married.”
“Cool, I’m glad. I liked her. He isn’t here tonight?” Adriana asked.
“No, he told me he wanted to be, but they’re in a testing phase that he couldn’t leave right now. He said they’re working almost around the clock.”
My curiosity finally got the better of me and I asked, “What’s this about ‘that night’ you keep mentioning?”
All three stopped and looked over at me, then Tanya and Tanner looked at Adriana expectantly. “You haven’t told your husband about it?” Tanya asked her.
I looked at my wife with what I knew was a very inquisitive look on my face, “Told me what?” I asked her.
There was that blush again, this time much more pronounced than before. Adriana looked over at me and with that blush still on her face said to me, “When we were in college, Tanner and I dated.” When I glanced over at Tanner and saw the look he gave Adriana, I looked back at her, “We, um ... we more than just dated,” she added.
My eyes widened in the realization of what I thought she was trying to tell me. “You two, the two of you slept together?” I managed to mumble out.
Adriana nodded, adding, “Well, there wasn’t much sleeping but I guess the answer to that is yes,” she softly said.
I didn’t even know what to say! I knew my wife wasn’t a virgin when we married, but I certainly didn’t expect to find myself sitting at the same table as an old lover! This reunion had definitely turned into something I didn’t expect. When I was able to speak again, I asked her, “How many times?”
She answered, “Two.” I heard that one word, expecting her to have said two times, so was somewhat relieved until I heard the rest of her sentence, “Two years, probably a hundred times or so.”
WTF! My brain kind of froze up, ceasing to function. I’d hate to think what kind of expression might have shown on my face. When I started to be able to think a little bit, I started to feel a little angry at her for not having mentioned this tiny detail to me a long time ago. Then I realized my cock had gotten hard to an almost unbearable degree. What little blood had been circulating to my brain had all rerouted lower. I looked across the table at the good-looking guy we were talking about and pictured the two of them together with a degree of sexual excitement that shocked me.
I knew that Adriana wasn’t a virgin when we married. She obviously had some degree of sex before me but I’d always thought that was her business and we hadn’t ever talked about it. The one thing I wouldn’t have ever imagined was that she had been sleeping with a guy for two years! Now that I was sitting at the same table as that guy, the thought of it and what they’d done was consuming me. It had obviously been at least ten years ago, and I knew how much Adriana and I loved each other, so I didn’t feel threatened by him. Besides, his wife was also sitting beside us and was so incredibly beautiful.
I pictured this guy with my wife, both naked and making love and a surge of jealousy burned through me. He seemed so perfect that I imagined he was just as perfect in the lovemaking department as well. I know that women always say that size doesn’t matter, but we all know they’re lying! I was feeling so many emotions all at the same time, but all seemed to be overshadowed by the one thing I didn’t understand at all ... my rock hard cock!
It was about that time that a band started playing in the other half of the room. I think Adriana felt we needed a little privacy, so she asked me to dance with her. I was more than eager to get away and escorted her onto the dance floor.
As soon as we were far enough away for privacy, she asked me, “Are you okay? Angry?”
“Sweetheart, I’m fine. I guess I have to admit I did start to get a little irritated but got over it. What you’re telling me happened a long time ago, before we knew each other, so I don’t have anything to be mad about. I’m just a little surprised I guess, that’s all ... and disappointed that you hadn’t told me about it.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it a long time ago. I had no idea that he and my best friend had hooked up and gotten married. I thought she might be here, but didn’t expect him to be. And even if he was, I didn’t think I’d have any interaction with him. I guess I was just as shocked as you are when I saw him with Tanya.”
“Speaking of Tanya,” she went on, “is she gorgeous or what?”
“Sweetheart,” I told her, “she’s no more beautiful than you are.”
“Now you’re fibbing!” she giggled, “if we were a baseball team, she’s the five-year World Series champion and I’m a T-Ball runner-up.”
“You sell yourself a little short, babe.” I had to tease just a little, “Not T-ball. Maybe Babe Ruth or Junior High softball, but certainly not T-ball.” In reality, compared to Tanya, my wife would still rate at least College World Series champion.
Adriana snuggled up to me while we shuffled around the dance floor and lots of other couples joined in the dancing. I loved the way she smelled with her perfume and a little bit of alcohol on her breath. She could obviously feel my hard cock pushing against her. She giggled a little and said, “Why do I get the idea that you kind of like meeting my old boyfriend?” I was still trying to think of an answer to that question when she went on, “Or maybe it’s my old girlfriend that’s causing that?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She asked me, “If Tanner asks me, would you mind me dancing one dance with him ... for old times sake?”
I thought about that for a few moments. I’ve never been jealous toward Adriana. As a matter of fact, I’ve always enjoyed other men’s attention toward her, but I had never been faced with a situation such as this before either. The more I thought, the more it seemed that it might be kind of hot watching my wife dancing and flirting with an old lover, especially feeling sexy like she did. “No, I’d be fine with that. Enjoy it if he does.”