Her Class Reunion
The dreaded day of my wife's twenty-fifth class reunion was fast approaching, but she was taking it very well. Weeks before, she was dead set on not going, but a couple of days ago, she decided she would attend after all. I think it had a lot to do with getting an e-mail from an old class rival who had since married her old boyfriend. Ordinarily, she dresses rather conservatively, not taking advantage of her great figure, which after all these years, she still had. But today she announced that she was going to go out and get the sexiest outfit she could find and make everyone in attendance take notice, especially her ex-boyfriend. When she came home from shopping, I said I wanted to see what she bought. She said I would have to wait until later, but it would be worth the wait! On the night of the reunion, she spent hours getting ready. When she finally made her entrance for me to check out, she looked so hot I almost wanted her to stay home. Then I thought about her looking this hot and showing off to her old boyfriend and his wife, and I started to get excited. She was wearing a skirt shorter than I had ever seen her in. It barely covered her panties and a pair of stiletto heels that must have been at least three inches high. As she did a little turn-around, I focused on her blouse. It was very sheer in the back. You could easily tell she wasn't wearing a bra, but when she turned to face me, my mouth nearly hit the floor! It wasn't quite as sheer in the front, but it definitely cleared up any question of whether she was wearing a bra or not. The neckline was very low and very wide. It exposed a lot, and I do mean a lot, of her breasts. As she walked toward me, they were jiggling. I thought that if they bounced much more they might pop out. When she leaned over to kiss me goodbye, I got to see what I knew every man at the reunion would get a look at. The front of her blouse fell open just enough to give a clear view of her breasts. As she was leaving, I said, "You and those beautiful girls have a great time tonight." She winked at me and grinned, "Oh, we will, don't worry about that, and when I get back, I'll give you all the details." Needless to say, I could hardly wait for her to get home!
— Barry, 55