My 20th high school reunion came around way to soon for my liking. How did I get to be 38?!?!? I signed up to go with my husband, Peter. We were still living in the town where I grew up. I had met Peter soon after he moved into town to work at a local Navy contractor.The night before the big event, there was an informal gathering in the lobby bar of a Weston’s closer to the city. People were flying in from all over the world, literally. And Peter was anxious to meet my old friends that he hadn’t already gotten to know. Classmates would check in across the lobby and wave to us as they dragged their luggage to the elevator. They each stopped by our table a few minutes later as they made their rounds renewing friendships.Among them, I saw Jerome drift in with his roller bag. During our high school years, he had spent many evenings between my legs in lovers’ lanes, behind old barns, in basements and even in my bedroom. I was secretly embarrassed to feel myself getting aroused in that place I’d shared with him. I took a deep breath and looked over at Peter to assure myself he hadn’t noticed my reaction. He hadn’t, I don’t think.Jerome came down later and mostly hung out with the other single guys. I had heard he was divorced. He swung by our table – by then, we were sitting with Maris and Mandy who had flown in from Minneapolis. “Hi, Pam. And you must be Peter,” he offered.”Hi, yes he is. Peter, this is Jerome. He played trombone in the band. And Jerome, this is Maris’s wife Mandy.” Everybody shook hands.I sure wasn’t a virgin when I started dating Peter, but he was cool enough never to ask which of the boys from town had bedded me, if bedded is the right term. I couldn’t tell if he thought Jerome might be one of them.Jerome went off to chat up some of the other girls from my class. I remembered having had good reason to be jealous of a couple of them, but now it didn’t seem to matter. After all, I hadn’t exactly been exclusive with Jerome. In fact, Maris had also got into my panties, as had Karl, who swung by with his wife, Alice, a few minutes later.A few of us decided to drop by Paddy’s Ale House, the local Irish pub. Peter had to fly out to Europe the next morning so he begged off Üsküdar Escort after one Guinness. He took the car; I planned to take a cab. Jerome was sitting way at the other end of the place, so I don’t think Peter picked up on the electricity between us.I ran into Jerome on the way back from the ladies’ room. It wasn’t a coincidence. “I’ve missed you, Pam,” he said as we briefly hugged each other. “Can we, you know, duck out the back?” And we did.We talked for a while. Jerome’s marriage had gone south when they both started cheating. “She was never as much fun as you, Pam.” We embraced and started kissing. His hand wandered over my chest and then down to my knee.I’d gone back to being a good married mom after for the lapses I’ve already told you about. But darn it all, I couldn’t believe how exciting it was to be embracing Jerome again.Jerome’s hand pulled on the hem of my skirt – the little cocktail dress had finally graduated to Good Will when I couldn’t get into it anymore. I wasn’t sure he could feel the dampness in my pantyhose because of the padding, but my hand went to the bulge in his pants. A moment later, Maris and Mandy came out to their car. They both gave us a naughty thumbs-up and left. But that was embarrassing enough that we decided to quit. “Can I give you a ride home?” Jerome asked.In the car, he suggested we detour to his hotel room, but I told him how early I had to get up to take Peter to the airport. When we got to my home and pulled into the drive beside the garage, I could see the bedroom lights were already out.”Peter and the kids are asleep,” I told him.Jerome turned off the headlights and shut the engine. We chatted some more in the dark rental. But chatting led to kissing. Jerome’s hand went up under my blouse this time and pulled my 34D bra down as well. I opened the blouse for him and undid my bra.Jerome’s kisses moved to my neck and then my nipples. His tongue expertly circled there, while his hand slid up over the mesh fabric of my pantyhose. Though he started rubbing my pussy thru the cotton padding, I knew from experience with him that these had been worn for the last time.Jerome reached across my seat to recline Üsküdar Escort Bayan it, but I ended up pulling the lever myself. The seat fell back as far as it would go. To give him more room, I grabbed the bar in front and slid the seat back as he climbed over me. I was undoing his belt and zipper when I felt the fabric ripping. He pulled it aside, exposing my sex, though it wasn’t like he could see anything.His fingers felt so good playing in my wetness and his shaft was warm and rock-hard in my hand after I pulled it out of his pants and stroked. “You’re going to fuck me right in my driveway, aren’t you.””Only if you let me,” he replied as if I wasn’t going to let him. At times like this, your normal life becomes a distant world and loses its constraints on you.I opened Jerome’s pants wider and off his hips. He pushed my skirt up around my waist but left my damaged pantyhose on. I don’t know how he managed it, but he got his head between my legs and started kissing my pussy lips. Then it was his tongue. My clit was on fire as two fingers pushed up inside. He finger fucked me and licked me until my orgasm was in full bloom. Then he pulled out his fingers and climbed back over me. I guided his eager organ into my eager opening.He drove his shaft in all the way and started pounding, just like the old days, haha. God, it felt good. There was something different about how he used me. Compulsion. Vigor. Drive. We fucked like that for a few minutes.”Want me on my knees?” I offered. He pulled out and I turned over on the seat. I knew he liked doggie style, and well, so did I.”Maybe in back,” he suggested, and we both crawled on all fours over the reclined seat into to the more spacious back row. So much more room. So deep inside me. Pounding, pounding. Both panting, moaning. So good.”You better stop before …,” but it was too late. Jet after jet of his semen were filling my vagina. No point in stopping him now. I love the way the slipperiness in there changes when a man’s semen mixes with my lubrication. And then he was done.”I’m sorry, Pam. You’re not on birth control?””No,” I started to choke up. “Peter and me,” suppressing sobs, “are trying …””…to Escort Üsküdar have a baby?” he interrupted, “Oh no. Oh no.”I finally got my composure with a strained laugh. “I guess it’s Plan B for me.” And I pushed him onto his back. Might as well enjoy the moment. His partly softened cock sagged off to one side before I took it in my mouth. The taste and aroma of my sex filled my mouth and nostrils, his contribution barely noticeable.I sucked and licked and ate his balls til he was erect again. Then I took off my blouse and dropped the bra. I climbed over him and sat on his cock. I must have looked funny in the moonlight, with nothing on up top, my ripped pantyhose surrounding his cock. At least my skirt had fallen back down to a more modest position. I rode him like that til even more of his juices erupted inside me.The nice thing about leaving the abused pantyhose on like that was I could pull them back across to absorb whatever might be leaking out as I snuck back into the house. I buried them at the bottom of the kitchen trash which I would be taking out after Peter left. A shower and artful use of the spray hose cleaned out the rest of the evidence.Peter didn’t notice anything when we had a quickie before I drove him to the airport at 6 AM. And a pharmacy nearer to the airport than our neighborhood supplied the needed med. I swallowed it in the parking lot and tossed the box into a gutter as I drove. Thankfully, the cramps and nausea subsided before the reunion dinner, though I had to skip the school tour. There wouldn’t be a baby on the way, this month. At least I sure hoped so.I ran into Jerome in the parking lot of the banquet hall. We told each other how great last night had been. I suggested we shouldn’t sit together so as not to arouse more gossip than we already triggered.I made excuses for Peter whenever somebody asked, and had a good time dancing with single and married guys as the evening wore on. I was glad Grandma had the kids overnight.When I was dancing with Karl he invited me over to their place. “Alice and me have some good weed, and we’re having a few people over. I know you’re on your own, so we’d love to have you join us,” he said as he peered down the cleavage exposed by my satin dress and push-up bra. Peter and me did weed when we first met, but when his company started doing random tests, he had to stop. I hadn’t had any since then, but only because he didn’t. “Maris and Mandy are coming. Jerome, too,” he added with a knowing smirk.