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The High School Reunion

I recently discovered something about my wife Christi, but she does not know that I know it. We have been married for over six years . Before we were married she told me a lot about her life before we met, including some of her sexual experiences with high school boyfriends.
Christi’s parents were divorced and she spent part of her youth in a different state with her father. When she came home to live with her mother is when she got a little wild and had her sexual awakening. She gave her first blowjob at age 16 to an older student named Lance, outside on the school grounds behind some building. Before long she started dating another guy, Scott , who was also 16. They had lots of time alone after school, since her mother worked outside the home, and it didn’t take long before they were having regular sex in her bedroom on most afternoons.
Christi learned a lot about sucking cock and fucking during that time, and she came to be unashamed of letting guys know she loved both. She wasn’t exactly a slut, but was apparently a terrible cock-tease for most of the guys in her class. They knew she was putting out for Scott (and later other guys), but she only had one steady boyfriend at a time, and she wouldn’t give it up for anyone else other than the guy she was steady with. When she couldn’t get all she wanted, she masturbated while looking at Penthouse magazines she had lifted from her boyfriends.
We have had some sexual adventures with others during our marriage, but always in the presence of and with the encouragement of one another.
Anyway, all that is just background to what happened a couple of months ago. A lot of Christi’s high school friends had reestablished contact online , and one of her old girlfriends decided to have a party at her home to get the “old gang” together. Since I am not from the area I had never met any of these people but knew some of their names from the stories Christi had told me. We really didn’t know who would actually show up, but my wife knew she was looking very good and was eager to show off her “older” self to her friends. I think she hoped some of her old boyfriends would be there too, although she refrained from saying that to me.
The night of the party came, and with my full encouragement Christi dressed in a low-cut top with no bra (when she moved just right you could clearly see her beautiful little b cup breasts and puffy nipples), and a short skirt with thong panties. She looked so hot and I was looking forward to showing her off as the proud hubby. She exuded that confidence that women get when they know they are looking great.
When we arrived fashionably late, the party was already in full swing. It was obvious that several of the partiers were already feeling the effects of the drinks that were readily available. When we walked through the gate into the back yard a group of chattering girls turned to see us enter. “Christi” they screamed and ran to hug my wife. They performed the usual “Oh My God, I can’t believe its you!” ritual with one another as they giggled and squealed. I was left out of these festivities which was fine with me.
I wandered over to a group of guys watching a Saturday night football game on the tv mounted outside on the patio. These were apparently either the husbands of the girlfriends jabbering on the other side of the yard or male classmates who were less excited about seeing one another. I knew no one, so I grabbed a beer and introduced myself around. It turns out that one of the guys was named Scott, and he gave me a second look when I said I was Christi’s husband. I filed that away to ask Christi about later.
I got into talking football with the guys and watching the game, and I figures Christi was doing the female equivalent with her friends. Everyone was drinking quite a bit, and after an hour there were probably 30 or so people there, most of whom were inebriated. I needed to use the restroom so I asked my way to the restroom, which of course was inside the otherwise empty house. I must have not followed directions very well since I ended up walking down the wrong hallway.
You can guess what happened then. YEP, I heard soft sexy noises coming through a closed door and being the pervert I am, I stopped to listen. No one was talking, but I could definitely hear a few moans and groans. Not stopping to use the bathroom, I went outside to find Christi to bring her to the door to listen and maybe figure out which of her friends it was. I reasoned that whoever it was, they weren’t married (at least to each other), because if they were why wouldn’t they just wait to go home before having their sex-time?
Funny thing was, when I got to the backyard I couldn’t find Christi. Panic griped me and a surge of adrenaline rushed through me. I looked back to the crowd of fellows watching the game, and the guy named Scott wasn’t with them anymore, and I couldn’t recall when he left the group. Now I was starting to feel sick.
I angrily started back to the hallway, but then I stopped. I wasn’t sure what kind of confrontation I wanted to create, if in fact my suspicions were correct. Thinking in a cold sweat, I left the patio through a side gate and made my way around to the front yard and then to the right side of the house where the occupied room must be. They yard was about ten feet wide between this house and the one next door, and it was dark out, so I figured I could sneak between the houses and see if I could find a window to the room.
I did find a dimly lit window, but the curtains were drawn. Placing my ear to the window, I could hear the same noises as I did before, but then I heard a muffled male voice say, “I jerked off so many times in those days imagining you doing this. It’s unreal.”, or something like that. That made me think that if is was Christi in there, it must not be Scott, because he didn’t have to imagine anything. But then a second male voice said “I know she’s great isn’t she?”. HUH?
Now I was determined to see what the hell was gong on in there. I saw there was a gap above the curtain top where the light was coming through. I hurriedly looked for anything I could stand on to look through that slit, and near the rear of the side yard I found a 10-gallon paint can, about two feet high. I lugged it into position and climbed up. When I looked over the curtain top and into the room I saw what I had dreaded.
Almost directly below me, two guys were sitting on the side of a bed. One of the guys was Scott, and I had not met or seen the other guy before. My lovely Christi was kneeling on the floor between them. Her sexy black top had been pulled down over her shoulders and was now hanging around her waist. Her 34b’s were hidden to me from my angle, but they would have been in plain sight to the guys. She has Scott’s cock in her right hand and the other guys cock in her mouth, moving her head up and down and making that slurping, moaning sound she always makes when she sucks me.
Simultaneously I felt pissed off, nauseous, and turned on. I couldn’t stand to look, but I couldn’t turn away. Christi pulled off the strangers cock, smiled at both of them and said something like, “ I wish I had done lots more of this in the good old days”. then she grabbed the strangers cock in her left hand and went down on Scott.
I really couldn’t tell you how long this went on, but she switched back and forth between them every fifteen seconds or so for what seemed like forever. Finally the stranger said, “You’re gonna make me cum”, and stood up. “Let me shoot on your tits”. Sweet Christi said “NO, Paul (me) might see it. Just use my mouth”, or words to that effect. Her started jacking off really fast, and as he started to shoot she put her mouth over his cockhead and he spurted away. From where I could see, it looked like she didn’t miss a drop.
By this time Scott was watching and jacking himself in the same way, and in a few seconds he was ready too. I heard him say, “Take it, Christi”, and she swallowed his cock, pausing to make sure she got all his juice without spilling any on her tits or clothing. Then she surprised me even more by leaning up and kissing Scott on the mouth, apparently still with a mouthful of semen. He didn’t act surprised. After a few seconds they pulled away and smiled, and Scott told her that he hadn’t gotten a kiss like that since senior year.
The stranger had snapped out of it and was zipping up saying “I’d better get back out there or Lisa will kill me”. When he left Scot and Christi alone, Scott tried to grab her again, but she pulled away saying something like “That brought back some great memories Scott, but that’s a one-time thing. I’ve gotta go find Paul”.
With that I jumped down off the bucket and hastily returned it to its former place. I hustled back around to the side gate and rejoined the group of guys watching the game as Christi came around the other corner. I could swear she was using the cocktail in her hand as mouthwash as she seemed to be swishing the liquid around inside her lips. She swallowed, snuggled up against my shoulder and cooed, “Daddy (as she calls me when she’s feeling sexy), Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you”. Right
“Having fun with your friends?” I asked solemnly. “OH yeah, The girls are still as crazy as always.” “Hey”, I said “Is that Scott guy here?” “I think I saw him somewhere earlier“ she said. “Do you want to meet him?” “I think maybe I met him earlier when he was here watching the game. One guy said that his name was Scott, but I didn’t know if he was "THE Scott." I said
“Who’s that guy over there?” I asked pointing to the stranger from earlier. “Oh, Let’s see. That’s some guy who always had a crush on me, but I never went out with him. Funny, I can’t remember his name.” Christi answered.
So, still in shock, anger, pain, and excitement. I stayed at the party next to Christi another hour or so. She acted completely normal and never interacted further with Scott or the stranger. While we were driving home she commented on how being with her classmates brought back lots of memories she hadn’t thought about in a long time.
Later in bed, se grabbed my cock and told me she couldn’t wait to be fucked. I felt her cunt and it was sopping. We fucked like we were a couple of wild animals that night, the whole time I was replaying what I had seen earlier in the evening. It was so exciting seeing her in action like that. Taking on 2 cocks at the same time, and knowing Scott was getting the blowjob of his life.
I think about that night often, and always get an instant hard-on!!!

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