Trust
by Pan
Reunion
Anita couldn’t believe it had already been twenty years since she’d graduated high school. As she stood in the school hall—the same hall she’d had her prom—Anita reflected on what the past two decades had brought her.
A family, first and foremost. A husband, standing by her side, who she adored beyond all else. And a beautiful daughter, who...well, even if they didn’t always get along, was objectively a wonderful child. Everyone loved her, even if Anita sometimes struggled to understand why.
It wasn’t like her family was her entire life, either. Anita and her husband had a wide group of female friends (all of whom adored Ted as much as she did). They were in the best shape of their lives, and Ted’s business was booming: the pair increasingly hosted dinners for potential clients. They split the duties fairly: after the meal was done, she’d do the dishes, and he would give them a tour of the house.
He must have gone into a lot of detail, especially about their bedroom, because the tour would last almost an hour. More, if there were multiple clients.
Funnily, Ted never seemed to bring any male clients over for dinner. Or if he did, Anita’s job was to make small-talk with the men while he gave their wives the tour.
Yes, Anita felt like she was doing better than almost all of her old classmates. She’d seen many of them shooting her jealous looks, before turning lustful gazes to her husband, something she was very used to.
Ted, as always, was charming the pants off everyone. He’d smile back at them, give them hugs, sometimes even whispering in their ears and making them blush. Anita had made a comment about the intimacy of his greetings, but he’d reminded her that he was just being friendly…that this was her night, and he wanted to do anything he could to make her look impressive.
She nodded, and felt much more relaxed as his greetings got even more intimate. Upon meeting her old best friend (who she hadn’t spoken to almost two decades! How time flies…) he’d even leaned in and kissed her directly on the mouth.
Anita had bristled, but then ed what he’d said. Just making friends. After all, didn’t she sometimes kiss her friends on the mouth?
Well, no…but she knew that some people did. Including, it seemed, her husband.
The kiss continued for several minutes, Anita smiling as she stood behind them, hoping that no one watching got the wrong idea. The sight of her handsome husband all but making out with Samantha Myers while Anita just stood there beside them and sipped a soda…it would be easy to assume the worst, that her husband was flagrantly cheating on her with a woman he’d just met. With a woman who had been her closest confidante, all through her teenage years.
He wasn’t, of course. Ted was just being friendly.
She trusted him.
Finally, Ted pulled back, and Anita couldn’t help but laugh at the slightly dazed look on Sam’s face. She shot Anita a guilty look, but Anita just drew her into a hug, and told her it was fine.
“Really?” Sam asked, and Anita nodded.
She’d been prepared for her dynamic with her best friend to be like nothing had changed, as was often the case when running into someone she’d been so close with for so many years…but Sam kept on glancing at Ted, even as he greeted some of Anita’s other school friends with the same open-mouthed kiss that he’d given Sam.
“You’re sure it’s okay?” Sam asked, and Anita assured her once more that it was fine. In a moment, Samantha was gone—she marched to Ted’s side, whispered something in his ear, and before Anita knew what was happening, the two of them were making their way outside.
She briefly wondered what exactly her friend had been asking, or if she should follow them…but before she could, she was distracted by the sound of a familiar voice.
“Miss Banks!” Anita exclaimed, her face lighting up.
Anita’s final year of high school had been Miss Banks’ first year teaching; they were fewer than five years apart in age, and Anita had treated her more like a peer than a teacher. They’d even kept in touch for a few years after Anita had graduated.
“Please,” the teacher beamed, “I’m Mrs. Forrest now…but do call me Maggie.”
“Of course,” Anita chuckled. Maggie had asked her that a thousand times before, but she knew she’d be Miss Banks in her mind.
The next hour flew by as the two filled each other in on what the last twenty years had brought.
Miss Banks—…Mrs. Forrest—…Maggie had aged almost as well as Anita had. She was still beautiful, and every time her dress rose as she shifted in her seat, Anita couldn’t help notice how good her legs looked .
They were so engrossed that Anita barely noticed Ted returning, his hair messy and a sheen of sweat upon his face. “Ted!” she said excitedly, “This was my favorite teacher, Miss Banks!”
“Please,” Maggie said, her voice practically a purr. “Call me...Maggie.“
The slightly older woman’s face was a mask of lust, and Anita was unsurprised to see it mirrored on Ted’s face as the two of them locked eyes. Anita had seen him have that look with countless women over the course of her marriage, and she knew it didn’t mean anything.
She trusted him.
“Ted,” her husband replied, lifting her hand to his mouth and kissing it. Maggie giggled, but her giggle made way for a gasp when Ted pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth.
Like a teenager, she moaned into Anita’s husband’s mouth. Maggie’s enthusiasm was understandable; Ted was a very good kisser, and Anita giggled at the stunned look on her face as he pulled back.
“Maggie taught me everything I know,” Anita said proudly—though she hadn’t done any writing since her early twenties, a small part of her still thought of herself as a writer. “You should see her work.”
Ted’s eyebrows rose, and he turned to his wife. “Really?” he asked, and Anita nodded, a fond smile on her face. “Well, that would be interesting. I mean, if you insist...I wonder if I could identify how much influence she had on you.”
Anita’s forehead furrowed, but as he turned back to the teacher and began unbuttoning her shirt, she realized what the misunderstanding had been. Ted knew that she’d lost her virginity in high school, and had assumed...he’d thought that her teacher had...
Oh dear.
“Her novel,” she clarified, but the pair weren’t listening. Instead, Ted was unclasping her bra, revealing the teacher’s small but still perky tits. His lips latched onto one nipple as his hands moved down, grasping her teacher’s ass, pulling her dress up and exposing her panties. “She was actually published, back in...Ted, I didn’t mean...”
Neither of them were listening as they made their way to a corner, where Maggie dropped to her knees. A blush spread over Anita’s face—she hoped Miss Banks wouldn’t think she’d deliberately put Ted up to this. She’d have to explain her mistake…or would that just embarrass the teacher further?
Anita wasn’t sure what to do as she watched Maggie, a woman she respected greatly, eagerly sucked the cock of her husband, right there in the middle of their high-school reunion. It was clear that Maggie was skilled, and Ted had her stop before she could bring him to orgasm. He lifted her up and kissed her once more, his skilled hand finding her crotch and rubbing her through her underwear.
A small crowd was forming, watching the attractive pair. Anita wanted to go up to everyone individually and explain the confusion. It would have been so embarrassing to come to a school reunion and have everything think they were...well, swingers.
Ted moved the teacher’s underwear out of the way and slipped a finger inside of her. She moaned again, louder, and Anita saw Ted shoot her a look.
She tried to shake her head and mouth “not what I meant!” but before the message could get through, her teacher was shuddering in orgasm, and Ted’s attention was back onto her, his mouth on hers once more, his cock moving into position between her legs.
Anita sighed and poured herself another soda as her husband fucked her mentor, in a room filled with her old friends and classmates.
This is what happens when I don’t speak clearly, she thought to herself. Twice tonight, she’d been unclear—first Sam, now Maggie. She smiled, knowing that Ted would laugh when she explained the confusion. He always did.
Ted got mixed up so often.
It wasn’t long before he was done, his grunts of pleasure echoing through the hall as he came. Maggie seemed to match his orgasm with her own, longer and louder than the first Anita’s husband had given her. He pulled out when she was done, his cum dripping onto the floor between his legs.
Anita looked around for a paper napkin. Her mistake had caused the mess, after all—it was the least she could do to clean it up.
A few moments later the floor was spotless and the two of them were standing side-by-side by the drinks table, Ted’s increased sheen the only sign of what had just happened. “I have to say, I didn’t really recognize her influence at all,” he began, and Anita bit back a joke that would have only confused things further.
“Anita Dickinme? Oh my god, Dickie, is that you?”
For the first time that evening, Anita was displeased to hear the voice of someone she’d gone to school with. Violet had been a bully, plain and simple. Her and her friends had tortured Anita for half of her high school years…and sure enough, when Anita turned around, Violet was surrounded by her clique of cronies. Even in their late thirties, they all still looked…mean.
“Anita Dickinme?” Ted mouthed, and Anita shook her head, tears springing to her mind at the memory.
Ted could charm the pants off anyone, which Anita normally loved…but when he turned to greet the four girls who’d tortured her for half her high school years, Anita wished that he hadn’t been quite so charming.
She stood there feeling like a fifth wheel as he joked and flirted—as he always did, and the girls giggled and hung off his every word. Every now and then she’d try to interject, but they were always onto the next joke, and she got nothing but a dirty look from Violet for her troubles.
Finally, Anita didn’t think she could handle any more. She tugged at his sleeve, their pre-arranged signal for “I’m ready to get out of here”. He glanced down at her and nodded…but rather than escorting her straight to the door, made a huge mistake.
He asked where the restrooms were.
All four of Anita’s former bullies had immediately insisted on showing him personally. “I can show you, darling,” she’d offered, but one of the women—Stephanie, who Anita ed being particularly cruel to her during gym classes—had shot her a withering look, and Anita had felt like she was a freshman all over again.
“He doesn’t need five women to show him where the bathrooms were,” she’d sneered, and Ted had shot her an apologetic look as he was ushered away by the four beautiful women.
He doesn’t need their hands on his ass, either, Anita thought to herself a few minutes later, her cutting retort—as it always did—coming far too late to be useful.
Suddenly alone, Anita wasn’t sure what to do. Maggie and Sam were nowhere to be seen, and there was no one else at the reunion that she’d been as close with. She briefly considered going and waiting in the car…but Ted had the keys, so she couldn’t even do that. She briefly considered trying the punch, but knew Ted didn’t like her drinking.
So instead she just stood on the side, watching everyone else, unable to get into a conversation.
Almost an hour had ed before she thought to go and find her husband. To her surprise, the men’s bathroom was empty.
Where was Ted?
Wandering around her old school halls, it took Anita almost fifteen minutes to find her husband and his group of—Anita smiled at the pun—escorts. They were in the biology classroom, and...well, she supposed what they were doing was a form of biology.
Ted was naked, as were the four women who’d dragged him away. They were all over him—two of them had their hands on his cock, another one giving his balls a squeeze, and the last was rubbing her boobs against his face.
As she approached the door, Anita wanted to roll her eyes. She knew her husband would have a completely reasonable explanation—he always did—but it would’ve been nice not to be left alone at her reunion.
“Ted?” she asked gently, and he smiled over to her.
“Hi, honey,” he replied warmly, while her four ex-tormentors shot her dirty looks. “These ladies all forgot their chapstick, you see, and I happen to know that semen...”
“It’s fine,” Anita replied, waving away her husband’s words. She didn’t need to hear them; she trusted him. “How long do you think you’ll be?”
Ted looked down at the women, who burst out in giggles once more. “Maybe an hour?” he suggested.
“Or two,” one of them said, a wicked tone on her face. “We’re having such fun.”
“Of course, honey,” Anita said. “I’ll be in the hall.”
“Mm-hmm,” he said, his attention returning to the large set of tits that had never left his face. “I’ll see you later.”
Anita stood and watched for a moment, as the women continued pumping her husband’s cock. After a few moments, Ted glanced back at her, and she threw him a watery smile, tapped her watch, and made her way back to the main hall.
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