My 10-Year Reunion, Part 2

My 10 year Re-Union-
This is a true story that I've been sitting on for sometime and knew that
I'd eventually get it written down.  Please excuse the grammar, I jump from
past to present tense all over the place, but don't feel the need to correct
it. This story contains adult language and sexual themes, so be forwarned.
Most of all, enjoy.
Questions/Comments? grizfaninmsla@yahoo.com


Part 2

I awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower going. I glanced at the
clock and saw it was 8:30. I walked to the bathroom and began to pee as my
wife turned off the shower and pulled open the curtain. 

"Can you hand me a towel?" she asked.

When I turned to hand it to her, she quickly hid her boobs from me. "Don't
stare," she barked. "You know I don't like that."

I turned away and continued to pee while she began asking questions about the
night.  "Did you have fun?" "Who did you see?" "Was your old girlfriend fat?"
"What time did you get home?" "You sure smell like an ashtray- you must have
gone to the bars." etc., etc. etc.

I stepped into the shower myself as she began to get ready. The warm water
felt great and helped soothe my head. She continued to "yap" and ask
questions and I tried to focus and answer best as I could. My thoughts kept
slipping back to Todda however. Damn her, I thought. How could one person
know exactly what buttons to push on me? How could one person hold me so damn
captivated? Why was she doing this to me?

My wife and I spent the rest of the day touring my old home town, seeing the
sites, having lunch with some old friends. It was a nice diversion and I did
enjoy myself, and our time together.

At 5:30, it was back to the hotel to get ready for the formal dinner. It was
being held in one of the ballrooms of the hotel we were staying at. I watched
my wife as she got ready, methodically putting on her makeup, doing her hair.
For the first time, I imagined a smoldering cigarette sitting in an ashtray
on the counter. She would periodically pick it up and place it in her freshly
painted lips, draw deeply, and exhale slowly towards the mirror as she
continued to apply mascara, eye liner, and eye shadow. I imagined the sultry
smell of the mix of the smoke and her perfume and I began to get rock hard.

She noticed me sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, unknowingly
caressing myself through my slacks. She smiled and stopped, turned to me with
a smile.

"Is that for me?" she asked licking her lips.

"Yes," I was able to lie, "I love watching you get ready."

She walked slowly towards me. "We probably won't have sex since it'll be a
late night, do you want a blow job?"

Before I could answer, she was on her knees, unbuckling my belt. I lifted my
hips, helping her pull my slacks and underwear down to my ankles. She stared
into my eyes as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the tip of
my cock. I closed my eyes and gasped as she gently took me in her mouth and
began sliding her tongue along the shaft of my cock while bobbing up and
down. She was indeed good at this as usual, and I urged her on.

She continued, never taking me out of her mouth. I fantasized I was smoking
while she was doing this, making pretend draws and holding the pretend smoke
in my lungs, and pretending to exhale with a woosh sound. She was oblivious
to this and focused on getting the job done. I was getting close and warned
her that I was about to cum. She normally never takes it in the mouth, but
she kept going deeper and faster. I tensed up and released a huge load into
her mouth. She kind of gagged and had to pull away to swallow and my shaft
spasmed again, shooting an equal amount across her face. She quickly gobbled
me up again, and more of my liquid filled her mouth. She moaned as she milked
me more and more, squeezing my balls gently.

"Holy Shit!" I exclaimed, laying back on the bed, panting hard to catch my
breath.

She stood and smiled and walked back to the bathroom vanity and began to wipe
my cum from her face.  "That was kind of gross," she said as she began to
reapply her makeup.

I walked to her and put my arms around her, "Thanks babe, that was great.
What made you decide to do that?" I asked referring to the fact that she
swallowed.

"Don't get used to it," she warned playfully. "I just wanted you to enjoy it.
Now let me finish getting ready."

I walked over to a cooler we had brought and reached in, cracked open a beer
and sat on the bed contemplating what had just taken place, what had
transpired the night before, and what was to transpire later tonight.  After
finishing half the can in one gulp, I came to the conclusion that I was
"fucked' and turned on Sports Center until it was time to go.

My wife and I arrived "fashionably late" by about 15 minutes. I introduced
her to some people and got us some drinks. A DJ was playing music and more
people were starting to filter in and find seats at the tables. I nervously
scanned the crowd while sipping on a Crown and Coke, looking for Todda.

I was nervous as hell that she'd show up, flaunting herself, throw herself
all over me, or make some kind of a scene. I decided we should find some
seats and get ready for dinner. As we sat, I almost shit myself as Todda and
one of my oldest friends came in together, holding hands. He saw me
immediately and waved and began making his way to our table with her in tow.

"Jim!" he shouted above the music and extended a hand. I smiled to him and
shook his hand vigorously, then smiled past him at Todda. She stood there
looking wonderful, dressed to perfection in a black revealing evening dress.

"Look who I ran into in the lobby?" John said, pulling Todda closer to the
table.

"Todda, good to see you again," I offered and then hugged her gently. I
sniffed her hair and was greeted by the wonderful smell of her smoke,
perfume, and hair spray.

My wife sat with an annoyed look on her face and cleared her throat.

"Where are my manners, Shelly, this is Todda Jenkins, Todda, my wife Shelly."

My wife stood and they both politely extended a hand and smiled as they
shook. Todda then leaned in close and whispered something to my wife while
looking at me devilishly. Shelly burst into laughter.

"Why don't you two join us?" Shelly offered. My stomach dropped as Todda
gleefully accepted.

"Whatcha drinkin? I'll get us a round.." John offered.

John went after our drinks and we sat with Todda sitting next to my wife.

It didn't take long for Todda to tell Shelly about our brief dating spell,
and how much of a flirt and player I was in high school. It was odd, they
really seemed to hit it off and I more or less relaxed as John and I relived
old football memories. 

After dinner, Todda stood. "I really need a smoke, care to join me Shelly?"
she asked my wife. I tensed up immediately. "Here we go," I thought.

"No, I don't smoke, thanks." Shelly said flatly, but politely.

"Really?" Todda asked as if she was shocked by my wifes reply. "For some
reason I thought Jim mentioned that you smoked-"

Todda shot a quick wink in my direction.

"Nope, no offense, but I find it kind of revolting." Shelly shot back and I
winced.

"I know, it's a wicked habit," Todda sighed rolling her eyes. "But a hard one
to break at that. Be back soon."

John stood, "I'll join you," he said and followed her quickly. He wrapped his
arm around her and she turned to me and smiled as they walked out towards the
lobby.

Shelly turned to me and said "I can't believe you dated her, she's kind of
slutty."

"I was 16, she's changed a lot." I replied. I leaned in and gave her a quick
kiss to help ease any tension.

"She's all over John, I guess someone's getting lucky tonight." She mused as
she sipped a gin and tonic.

"Yeah," I said a little disheartened, "probably."


John and Todda returned shortly and we all spent the next few hours mingling,
chatting, dancing to the shitty 80's music the DJ was playing. John and Todda
continued to flirt, and Todda continued to ignore me more and more. She took
numerous breaks to go outside to smoke, and I was left imagining what I was
missing.

About 10:30, Shelly announced that she was retiring for the night, and joked
that I was to be a good boy for the rest of the night. I assured her that I
would be good and that I wouldn't be too late. Todda was outside smoking at
the time and she returned to find Shelly gone. John was talking with some
other couple across the room, leaving the two of us alone at the table for
the first time of the night.

"Your wife is very nice," Todda offered. She sipped a vodka cranberry slowly
through a bar straw.

"Thank you," I replied. "You and John sure are getting friendly," I
countered.

"I bet your dying for a smoke, aren't you?" she asked. She put a hand under
the table and touched my thigh.

I shook my head and slowly pushed her hand away. "Listen," I said lightly.
"I can't take the teasing. I couldn't take it then and I can't take it now.
You've always had a way of fucking with my head, I, I just can't handle it.."
I stammered.

Todda smiled and reached across the table and grabbed her hand bag. She
reached in and pulled out a room key card and slid it across the table to me.

"712, half hour." she stated simply, and with that got up walked over towards
John.

I stood there with my jaw hanging open and watched as she explained something
to John. He tried to pull her close, but she pushed away, and then gave him a
hug and kiss on the cheek. She waved goodbye to him and sauntered out of the
ballroom.

John ordered two more drinks and brought them to our table. I quickly stuck
the key card in my shirt pocket. "What the fuck?" he shouted over the music.
"What a bitch, she's all over me and then she say's she's getting a migraine
or some shit."

I smiled knowingly and patted him on the shoulder and raised my glass.
"Fuckin women-" I announced and we drank to that.

I tried to not act anxious or nervous for the next 25 minutes, but I couldn't
help stare at my watch or the door as I tried to talk with my old buddies and
their wives.

Finally, I announced that I was gonna hit the hay, and that I'd see everyone
the next afternoon at the bar- b-que.

My hands shook as I entered the elevator and pushed the 7 instead of the 4. I
was praying that no one else would get on the elevator with me, or that no
one else would be in the hallway when I stepped off. I stepped out and peered
quickly down the halls. Clear.

I took a deep breath and walked down the hall towards 712. I took the key
card from my pocket, light knocked on the door and inserted the card into the
reader. A green light announced my arrival and I quickly opened the door and

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