High school reunion

My husband and I graduated together from a medium sized high school. I would say that in school, he and I really never crossed paths much as he was more the band type and I was a cheerleader on the fringe of what you might call the popular group. Our connection came when we found each other in the same class freshman year of college and were happy to see a familiar face. Fast forward a bit through college and we married.

I also want to introduce Jason to the story. Jason was Mr. Everything in high school: start running back/linebacker with a scholarship offer to play football at a couple mid range D1 schools, homecoming king, prom king, and the biggest terror to anyone he viewed as beneath him, which included my husband. Looking back, it was typical high school bully stuff, and I’m a little ashamed to say now, but I was witness to a few things he did and probably laughed.

Anyways, as you can imagine, I, along with every other girl in school, was in live with Jason. His looks, muscular body, the energy he gave off, and the rumor of a huge cock, made us all want him. He knew it and acted like it.

My husband told me the worst humiliation came senior year, when Jason walked into a party that he and his then girlfriend were at. Jason never gave this girl the time of day, but because she was with my husband, he had to have her. He walked up, looked at her, looked at my husband, then back to her and told her to meet him upstairs. She went, and half the party heard her moans while he fucked her, while my husband was stuck there listening since she drove him there.

Over the years, I’ve only followed Jason through some social media updates, the normal type where you are ‘friends’ but never really see or talk to that person in real life.

Two years ago, my husband and I went back for our high school reunion at the banquet hall of a hotel in town. We got a room, figuring we would be drinking and we could take advantage of the night away from the kids. Both of us went into the reunion together, but ended up spending time catching up with old friends apart from each other since our groups were very different, and we figured we would come back together later to eat and for whatever presentations there were.

After finishing my 3rd (or 4th) drink, I made my way up to the bar for another. I was definitely drunker than I have been in quite some time. That’s when I felt hands on my hips, and lips come to my earlobe and take a quick nibble, followed by a whisper, “I want to fuck you.” Now my husband and I have played this game before, followed by amazing sex either in a bathroom stall or out in the car in the parking lot, so when he said “mens room, furthest stall from the door in 5 minutes,” I was ready. I think my panties were already wet.

I very impatiently waited 5 minutes, then snuck into the men’s room, and walked to the furthest stall. I was wearing a dress, panties, no bra and a pair of knee high boots with a 3 inch heel. I saw his clothes on the floor, so I quickly pulled off my dress, and tossed it over the door to him while striking the sexiest pose I could think of while in just a pair of panties and knee high boots.

He swung the door open, and the first thing I noticed was the biggest cock I had ever seen hanging from a man that was definitely not my husband. My eyes were fixated on it hanging there, and barely registered the strange voice saying, “fuck, I’ve been dreaming about those tits for 20 years. I can’t believe you actually came.”

My eyes drifted up the body of a man that was obviously powerful, but past his peak, to the face I knew so well… how did I not notice it wasn’t my husband whispering to me at the bar, but Jason. I stood there for what felt like forever, and was about to grab my dress when I heard the door to the restroom start to open. The only thing I could do was press myself against Jason and slam the stall door shut.

Of course this meant I never got to register my disgust at the situation and he quickly scooped me up and pressed his lips to mine, tongue pushing past my lips into my mouth, his hands squeezing my ass. The sudden wave of pleasure swept over me as I felt his dick harden while pressed against me. My arms wrapped around him and I kissed him back.

Everything was happening so quick, he pulled his mouth away and pushed me to my knees. I took his semi hard cock in my hand and opened my mouth, taking as much of it as I could. I was working it with both my mouth and my hand, not caring that there were at least two other guys in the restroom that could hear me gagging on this giant cock. They noticed my feet sticking out under the door, and I could hear them make a couple comments but didnt care, the only thing I cared about was this cock.

After a few minutes, I felt Jason tighten up, and felt the stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed every bit of his cum, though it was hard to do.

After he finished, he pulled me up, and smiled, I was still drunk and completely lost in the moment. He kissed me, and started kissing down my neck while sliding his hands up to my breasts. He lifted one to his mouth, flicking my nipple with his tongue, followed by the other. He kept sucking on my left breast, while his other hand worked inside my panties to my pussy. He pulled his hand out long enough to smell my pussy it before tearing my panties off of me.

He spun me around, put my hands on the wall, and not so gently entered my pussy from behind. I let out a small scream, as I hadn’t ever had one that big inside of me. I heard a couple guys out in the restroom laugh a bit, with one saying, “give it to her.”

Jason fucked me hard, and I know I had at least two orgasms. His hands grabbing my hips as he thrust, or squeezing my boobs and pulling at my nipples, all of it working just right as I was filled with lust. Then I felt him tense up again, and before I could stop him, he pushed in as far as he could and unloaded inside my pussy.

After we finished, and WAY too late obviously, my sanity returned, and I looked at him. He had that old cocky smile on his face. I told him that that was a huge mistake and he can not tell anyone. I grabbed my dress and stepped out with my face covered. From the sound of it there were three or four guys in there, as I stepped out, though I couldn’t see well as I only had a small slit to look through and focused on hitting the door and getting right into the women’s room next door. I didn’t even get to cover my chest as I ran.

I hit the door as I heard the guys giving Jason a mock applause, and got into the women’s restroom, which thankfully was empty. I did my best to clean up, and rinse my mouth with water. I waited for at least 10 minutes as multiple women came and went to try to make it not so obvious to anyone that might have seen me run in.

As I got back to my husband, he smiled and handed me a drink. “I was starting to worry you left, I haven’t seen you in awhile,” as he kissed me on the cheek. “You remember these guys, right?” As he indicated towards his friends. I smiled and said hi.

Another of his friends, an overweight, greasy, guy wearing one of those silky tuxedo shirts, came walking up with a big silly grin, my husband asked him what he was so happy about. “You guys remember Jason? Well I was just in the bathroom a little bit ago, and heard a couple fucking in the bathroom stall. Dude, as they finished, she went running out, and ran out of the bathroom. I got to see her pussy, tits, and ass!” As he said this, he high fived a couple of the guys, including my husband.

The group was kinda laughing, when the guy seemed to notice me for the first time and a hint of recognition came across his face as he looked me up and down. He seemed to focus on my boots for a little too long, as that had been the only thing I was wearing when he saw me, but he might have also recognized the dress a bit or my hair.

Thankfully, before it really dawned on him, everyone was instructed to find their seats for a presentation. Of course Jason was the presenter and started off the whole thing with a thinly veiled joke about really enjoying this night, seeing old friends and making ‘new connections’, before introducing the group to his very pregnant wife. Ugh!

The rest of the night went fairly smooth, though I definitely had to fake an orgasm with my husband. After Jason stretched me and filled me, I barely felt my husband.