Watching Wife with Exes at Reunion

"Stop, I'm all sweaty," she said.

I put my hand between her legs and slid up. She tried to grab me but I pushed firmly until my fingers were against her panties. They were damp all the way through.

"That's not sweat," I said.

She covered her face with one hand. "What did you expect? Especially after you got me thinking about all those guys earlier today."

"Where did you go with Shawn after you danced?"

"I needed a drink, so we got one. Then we took some photos and walked outside to get some air," she said.

"And your panties got soaked, how?"

I walked her to the bed and sat her down. I knelt on the floor in front of her, hands on her knees. "It's OK. I'm not jealous. I am happy you're turned on. I am just curious."

She sighed. "Well. ... We wanted a photo, so we went into the photo booth and closed the curtain. We took a couple of shots with his arm around me. And then he slipped his hand down around my breast. That was his move when we were in high school. Whenever we 'watched a movie,' it really meant he was going to run his hand over my breasts and it would lead to a steamy session of nipple sucking and cock stroking."

"He knows a little nipple rub gets you wanting more, doesn't he?"

She nodded shyly.

Her clutch was on the bed beside her. I opened it and pulled out two photo strips. The first was two photos of them smiling, followed by one with his hand draped over her breast. The final image of the strip had her turning to face him as he dipped his head to kiss her cleavage. I could see she was arching her back, eager for the contact.

"You naughty girl," I said.

"I couldn't help it. It felt so good. Just like when we were 18. Plus, I was drunk. And you made me feel so sexy all weekend. I'm sorry."

I studied the next strip of four photos. His lips were on her flesh just above the dress. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open, probably making that pleasurable "Mmmmmm" sound she makes just before I take her nipple into my mouth.

The next photo showed him pressing lower, his tongue flicking out. The next had his hand on her top, pulling down the strapless dress just enough to expose her pink nipple. The final photo had his lips enveloping her nipple. Her hand was on the back of his head and she was looking down at him with desire.

I reached around her and unzipped her dress, letting it slip down to expose her breasts. I started licking and nibbling her nipples, both already erect. "Tell me the rest of the story."

"My head was swimming. I could feel my pussy moisten. My clit was swollen and aching to be touched. I thought I might pass out. It felt so good, and so naughty. I wasn't thinking about you at all. I was only thinking about him. I reached down and felt how hard he was. I was so proud that he was still horny for me after all these years.

"I was thinking about how good it felt the first time he touched my clit. The first time he licked my pussy. I wanted to feel that again. I remembered what it felt like when I used to straddle him, feeling his hard cock against me. I wished I had fucked him way back then.

"Someone yelled at us to get out of the photo booth. Some guys hooted when we came out. I grabbed the photos and stuffed them in my bag. I grabbed his hand and pulled him outside. We went around the corner of the building. We held each other, groping like teenagers.

He told her: 'I wish I had a room here."

"What would you have done if he did have a room?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. ... I would have fucked him. I would have sucked his cock, swallowed his cum, pushed his head down between my legs until I came and then fucked him. Then, I would have fucked him in every position that I used to fantasize about fucking him when I was a virgin. I wanted him to fuck me right there against the wall. I wanted him to just turn me around and pull up my skirt while I held the wall like a whore. I'm sorry. I'm such a slut.

"If the announcements didn't start right then, I was going to tell him to take me to his car and fuck me like a slutty high school girl in the backseatl. I was so wet, and your cum from earlier was still in me. He would have come so fast."

"I obsessed over him so much when I was young, and he broke up with me. I wanted him to regret that. I wanted him to wish he had this pussy all these years and to be jealous of you. When he masturbates, I want him to think about me. When he fucks his wife, I want him to close his eyes and imagine he's filling me with cum."

"Do you remember what his cock was like?" I asked, pulling her skirt down and running my finger across her wet panties.

"Yes. I used to think about it all the time. It was longer than yours, but not as thick. It was straight and pink, and he had large balls that hung down. It was one of the first cocks I ever touched. The longest."

She was breathing fast now, as I pulled her panties down.

"I was scared of it when I was 18. I wanted it in me, but I didn't know if it would fit. Now I want in me, and I know I can take the whole thing. Deep and hard."

I stuck two fingers inside her and her vagina tightened around them. I licked her swollen clit and she moaned loudly.

She kept confessing. "He used to lick me so well. I would invite him over when I was babysitting, and I would lie back against the arm of the couch while he put his face between my legs. I would get so wet, I started bringing my own towel in my backpack so I wouldn't soak the sofa. I was so inexperienced, I didn't even know how to let myself release. I would get close to orgasm and push him away. And that just made me want him more.

"Then I would play with his cock, stroking and teasing for a long time. Eventually licking and sucking. Feeling him pulsate in my hands was amazing. I can still remember the feeling of his warm cum all over my young tits, his cock still convulsing in my hand."

I felt her pussy contract around my fingers as she shook in orgasm. I stood up and flipped her around so her legs were on the floor and her chest was on the bed. I slipped her heels back on one at a time.

"I'm gonna fuck you from behind with your shoes on because you're such a horny slut. You can pretend I'm your ex-boyfriend, fucking you against the wall like you wanted."

She gasped as my cock head was against her. I didn't tease or let her get used to it. My first thrust was as deep as I could go. "You want it hard and fast, don't you? You always wanted this cock didn't you?"

She just repeated. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She reached around and fingered her clit in rhythm with each thrust. When I could tell she was close to orgasm, I stuck my index finger into her tight rectum. She groaned loudly on, and rubbed her clit harder. I didn't speak, letting her fantasize her ex taking her.

She came hard, her ass muscles clenching around my finger as her pussy convulsed on my cock. A few more strokes and I had filled her with my cum again.

I pulled out and rubbed my cock over her ass cheeks, spreading the last thick drops of cum on her. Usually, I would get her a warm, wet towel to clean off after sex. But I walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed on. I kissed her. "You are such a slut. If he walked in right now you still would fuck him, wouldn't you?"

She let out a pleasurable moan. "It would feel so good. I'm so wet and open."