I’ve waited twenty years for this, I think as he kisses me at our high school reunion.

Kevin is 38 now, like me, with a dadbod, a decade of suburban life slightly softening his muscular frame.

Oh, I loved watching him on the ice in the winter, the star forward, skating with abandon on breakaways, and bodychecking like a man possessed. And in the summer, I admired those wide shoulders and muscular arms when he wore tank tops.

I grip one shoulder now, my arm around his back as he kisses me in the biology lab. I can feel the power in the muscles, and I want him to use it on me.

“Take me,” I whisper. We snuck out of the reunion gathering in the gym, me pulling him to the lab down the hall. The same lab where I admired him from two rows back, 20 years ago.

Kevin doesn’t say anything. He reaches behind me and unzips my dress, then pulls it down roughly. Same with my panties.

He kisses me again, and then lifts me onto one of the tables with the Bunsen burners jutting out of them. My dress and panties fall from my ankles.

He grips my neck with one hand and uses the other to cup my vulva, and I moan.

Then he’s rubbing my whole pussy with those strong, rough hands, and I know I’m going to cum, an orgasm two decades in the making.

“Oh fuck Kevin!” I pant, squirming against his touch. “You, yes, make me cum!”

He speeds up, making sure the heel of his hand makes quick contact with my clit, and I explode. He holds me steady as I start to writhe, perched on the table.

His eyes never leave mine as I coat his hand with my juices. Why God, why, hadn’t I made my move in Grade 12?

Because it wouldn’t have been successful, I knew. The jock and the nerd might work in the crappy movies that came out when we were 18, but not in real life.

But none of that matters now. What matters is this mind-melting orgasm, and the cock I see straining against his suit pants.

I slide off the table and kiss him as I undo his belt and zipper, and slide down with his pants and boxers until my face is level with his cock. It’s already leaking pre-cum, and I lick it off greedily.

I’ve wanted to see this cock for 20 years, and it’s worth the wait: a good length, and even better girth, rock hard in my hand.

I start to suck him then, fast, overcome with his scent, and the feel of the silky sheath over his steel against my tongue.

He has the presence of mind to use his dry hand to push my head further down on his cock, until it’s in my throat.

“God, Kate, your mouth is so fucking great,” he growls. I pull him out and give his shaft a few more licks down the length of it before releasing him.

“Then you’re going to love this,” I say, and lift myself back on the table, ass on the edge, legs spread wide.

He doesn’t hesitate to thrust all the way in me, as he did with my mouth, until his pelvic bone is pressing against my mound.

“You’re right, I fucking love it,” he says, and then starts to pound into me, his arms holding me in place.

I throw my head back and shout curses at the ceiling as that gorgeous cock pounds into me, filling me, the friction making my mind go blank.

I come back to myself a little when he picks me up, sets me down, and bends me over the table. He slams into me, and I scream despite myself. The angle is just perfect to hit my sweet spot, and he hits it repeatedly, slamming into me with 20 years of pent-up lust.

I scream again as I spasm and gush over his cock, completely forgetting my friends waiting for me back in the gym, or my husband back in Michigan.

“Oh fuck, Kate! I’m going to cum!” Quickly, I turn around and kneel, his glistening cock sliding down my throat easily.

He shoots his cum into me, my salty reward for my bold advances at the party.

I look up at him.

“Take me back to my hotel,” I purr. “We have a lot of lost time to make up for before I go home.”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling.

“No, we’ll go back to mine,” he says, helping me up. “Remember Stacy, from English Lit? She’s my wife and she’s going to love seeing you again too.”

~~~

In for a penny, in for a pound, I think as I bury my face in Stacy’s wet cunt.

I already fucked her stepbrother Kevin in the biology lab two hours ago at our 20-year reunion.

I took the inch fucking Kevin behind my husband’s back, might as well go the mile with Stacy.

I mean, I already have the black mark. It’s not going to get any blacker.

So when Kevin told me while I was swallowing his cum in the lab that his wife would love to see me, I was all in.

It’s not like my husband Sam is satisfying me anymore. And when the reunion was announced, I lost all interest in him. I was too busy thinking about Kevin.

Stacy was standing naked in the living room when we arrived at their house. She obviously keeps herself in shape, and not a wrinkle or grey hair in sight. Just the same perky tits I remember being jealous of — and OK, lusting over — in English Lit.

“I texted ahead,” Kevin laughs, seeing my look of surprise. “All right, I’m going back to the school to catch up with the hockey crew. Have fun!”

Stacy gives him a look I can’t decipher, and then turns to me.

“God, you look good,” she says as the door closes behind me.

“I was thinking the exact same thing,” I say. My pussy was still wet from fucking Kevin, and was positively dripping on the ride over her, thinking about Stacy.

She walks quickly toward me, and kisses me hard, pressing her tits into mine. She tastes like vanilla, and her lips are soft. My knees go a little weak, and I know my panties are soaked. Her tongue probes mine, insistent, but oddly gentle.

She breaks it off and fixes my eyes with hers.

“Why didn’t we do this 20 years ago?”

“I was wondering the same thing,” I breathe, still a little stunned by how quickly this has happened. “About you and Kevin both.”

“Oh the fun we could have had,” Stacy laughs, and reaches her arms on either side of me to unzip my dress. She helps me out of the sleeves, then pulls the whole thing down.

“Oh,” she murmurs, cupping my vulva before pulling my panties down. “Someone is ready to go.”

She holds up her hand, and I see my juices glistening on her fingers.

I step out of my dress and panties, and in the same movement, I put my hand on her pussy. It’s hairless, puffy, and wet.

I hold my hand up, also glistening.

We look at each other for a moment, and then collapse in laughter onto the couch. Our limbs are tangled, and it feels so good to have her skin on mine.

I push her shoulders down, raise her legs, and start licking her cunt, savouring the silky softness of her folds, the hard bud of her clit. My chin is wet with her juices, whatever I don’t lap up.

She tastes so good, and I can’t get enough. I lick and lap my way up and down her pussy more times than I could count before sliding two fingers in her, curving them to rub her G-spot.

She wraps her hands in my hair and pulls me even closer to her hot wet centre as I lick and rub.

My own cunt is a sopping, aching mess.

“Oh fuck, Kate, yes!” she yells at the ceiling. “I’m going to cum!”

The exact words her husband used earlier this evening.

See, it’s really just like cheating once, if they cum the same way. But I’m also starting not to care about adultery. Sam has been nothing special, even before I started fantasizing again about Kevin. And I realize this was what I was missing.

And then she spasms against my tongue and fingers, her hands closing into tight fists in my hair, and I learn Stacy is a squirter, her juices flowing over my fingers and tongue. I hold the pressure on her vaginal wall as she writhes, slurping up her cum.

It’s so fucking hot, to swallow both her cum and Kevin’s. I need to cum so fucking bad.

After a few minutes, Stacy releases me, and I sit up, my chin wet and my cunt is desperate need of attention.

“Come on, Kate, bring me that wet cunt of yours,” Stacy says, her eyes still glassy from her orgasm and her voice husky with lust.

I hurry to reposition myself over her face, and almost suffocate her in my need to get her tongue on me. As if she knows how bad I need it, she licks tentatively on my folds, avoiding my clit altogether.

“You fucking teasing bitch,” I moan. “You know I need to cum.”

She slaps my ass, but continues to just graze my lips with her tongue.

“It’s not time yet,” she breathes against my cunt.

“What do you mean?” I’m whining now, I realize, moving my hips, trying to increase the contact with her mouth.

The door opens and I hear Kevin’s voice.

“Stace, sorry, I figured out what the look meant.”

“Took you long enough,” Stacy says beneath me. She presses her tongue hard against my clit, making me moan.

“Now it’s time,” she says, as a naked Kevin comes to the couch, his beautiful cock hard and already dripping for us.

~~~

This couldn’t get any better, I think as I suck on Kevin’s beautiful cock for the second time tonight, while his wife laps at my cunt.

I mean, I am cheating on my husband for technically the third time in as many hours, but right around the time Kevin’s cock hit the back of my throat, the last bit of my fucks disappeared completely.

Now that Kevin is back, with his cock down my throat, Stacy has decided it’s OK to let me cum. She teases my clit from its hood and licks it fast. She uses my juices to lube a finger, and slides it in my ass to the second knuckle.

I moan around Kevin’s cock. Never have I been so aroused, so fucking dirty. Slurping a man’s cock while his wife fingers my ass and goes at my clit like it’s a Tootsie Roll she can’t wait to get to the centre of.

“I’m so glad you came back for the reunion,” Kevin says as he pushes me deeper onto his cock. I hum in reply, I couldn’t answer with my mouth full, and I wouldn’t be able to anyway. Stacy’s tongue and fingers are making speech and thought mostly impossible.

“And I’m glad you finally got the message,” Stacy says from behind and beneath me. “I don’t know how long I could have edged her. We might have got off a few times without you.”

My clit is aching for her to put her tongue back on it, and I moan again, as if to ask her to get back to it. There’s a time and place for edging, but this isn’t it.

She does get back to it, and it’s not long before I explode, my orgasm rippling through me, my juices flowing freely onto her tongue. I suck on Kevin even harder as a I cum, as if to focus the orgasm through him.

Eventually, I take Kevin’s cock out of my mouth to catch my breath and compose myself. It’s slick and glistening with my saliva, which makes it even more exquisite.

“I want this cock in me,” I say to Kevin, getting up off of Stacy. I point to a large easy chair. “Sit there, so I can ride you.”

He does, and again, I’m struck by the sight of his cock, a hard, veined pleasure rod., sticking straight up, ready to impale me. I only saw it and felt it for the first time a few hours ago, but it’s my new favourite thing.

Well, that and Stacy’s gorgeous, sopping cunt.

I moan as I sink down on it, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He fills me up so well, better than my husband, whose cock is both shorter and slimmer.

At the moment, I can’t even remember his name. Or his face.

I start to ride Kevin, my knees on either side of him on the chair. I lean forward and moan into his neck.

“So fucking hot,” Stacy purrs from behind me. Then she’s next to the chair, bending down for the handle. She pushes it, and suddenly Kevin is gone as the back of the chair descends to horizontal.

“Perfect,” Stacy says, and straddles the chair back, settling down on Kevin’s face. He starts licking her sopping cunt immediately as I continue to bounce on his cock. Bracing herself with her feet on the floor, Stacy leans forward to kiss me. I stop bouncing to enjoy the taste of myself on her lips, her soft, warm tongue exploring my mouth.

No wonder people cheat. I’ve died and gone to heaven, not hell.

We have to stop the kiss, because Kevin has us both needing to moan, the melody on top of the squelching, sucking sounds our pussies are making as the rhythm section.

I reach out to squeeze Stacy’s tits as she closes her eyes and moans, Kevin’s tongue flicking her clit at an incredible speed. I stop bouncing so I can savour the sensation of his cock in me, stretching my walls and my entrance. Kevin lets me for a moment before he grabs my hips and starts thrusting in my again.

“Oh God!” I scream, pinching Stacy’s nipples as an outlet for my frenzied lust. If she wasn’t there, I would have left bloody holes in Kevin’s solid chest.

“Fuck!” Stacy cries. “I’m going to cum!”

I pinch her nipples all through her orgasm, and she shakes and screams and squirts into his mouth, just as she had in mine, and even in my lusty haze, I’m a little jealous. Kevin licks her cunt clean, never stopping his furious pounding into my pussy.

A cunt at each end must be too much for him, because he shouts against her lips,” I’m gonna cum! Fuck!”

Immediately, I get up off him, and kneel in front of the chair. I grab Kevin’s cock, obscenely coated in my juices, and suck it in my mouth while I stroke the base.

“Ah! Ah, God!” Kevin yells and his cock spasms in my fist, his hips bucking. His cum comes in several heavy spurts, filling up my mouth with his hot, salty seed. I wait until he’s still, then release his cock, closing my lips to keep all that cum inside.

I climb back on top of him, my cunt on his wet, deflating cock, and lean in for another kiss with Stacy. Once our lips touch, we both part hem, and I use my tongue to push her husband’s cum into her mouth. She licks around my whole mouth to get it all. There’s so much, some of it dribbles out and drips down our chins, a few drops landing on Kevin’s chest below us.

We’re still kissing, relishing the cum and our lewdness, when Kevin speaks from between Stacy’s thighs.

“I’m not waiting another five years for a reunion, Kate,” he says, his voice husky and urgent. “You need to come back every year at least!”

“More like every season,” Stacy purrs into my mouth.

I look first into here yes, then down into Kevin’s.

“Fuck that,” I say. “I’m coming back home permanently.”

“Your husband?” Stacy asks, her eyes wide with surprise, her mouth twisted in a wicked grin. I feel Kevin start to stiffen against my pussy, and their reactions eliminate any lingering doubt I may have had. Sorry, hubs, but this is where I belong, with Kevin, Stacy, and their cum.

“Fuck that,” I say again. “I’m staying with you two sex fiends. We have a lot of lost time to make up for, starting now.”

Stacy and Kevin moan together. She leans forward to suck my nipples, and he puts his newly-erect cock back in my slit.

Twenty years, I think as I squish Stacy’s face against my tits and gyrate around Kevin’s cock. Twenty years to realize what I need. Who I need.

I’m not cheating, I’m course-correcting to an exotic harbour after two decades lost at sea.

“Welcome home,” Kevin says, and he thrusts up into me.

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Where I Belong appears in Good Company,a collection of intimate, emotional, and playful erotica about lovers, strangers, and the things people do to and for each other.