The Crush: A Hotwife Novel Page 22

  “What? Where are we supposed to have our reunion?” Abby asked.

  I thought back to my five year reunion. It had been a pretty spare affair, but it hadn’t been at our old school. There wasn’t a chance in hell the administration was going to let our class go back into the school. I guess things really were different in a small town.

  “I don’t know, a banquet hall? Some sort of restaurant? Surely there’s someplace that could accommodate you?”

  “In this town? Seriously?”

  She had a point. And she was staring at me as though I was the biggest idiot in the world, which I suppose was a fair point. Especially considering how often I made jokes about her town and how small it was. I turned back to her old high school, though to me it looked more like a middle school. Or maybe about the size of my old elementary school. Yet another one of the differences between growing up in the city and growing up in a place where the only school for several towns was a centrally located building.

  “You really went to school here?” I asked. “They didn’t have a little schoolhouse back when you were here?”

  Abby smacked my shoulder. “Shut up!”

  She would only take so much of my good-natured ribbing at her town’s expense before she got defensive. Whatever. Now that I was getting a good look at her school though, in the middle of a cornfield naturally, I really was surprised that a high school could be this small.

  People in suits and dresses were walking in through the front entrance. It looked like there was a teacher, or at the very least an adult who looked older than anybody from Abby’s class, standing by the entrance dressed in a suit welcoming people. Maybe the local administration was willing to let them use the facility but wasn’t quite ready to completely let a big group like this loose in the building.

  Everything was lit up and it looked for all the world like a prom, only everybody showing up to this prom was a good ten to twelve years older than your typical high school kid. I shook my head and grinned. This was going to be a strange night.

  I put my hand on Abby’s thigh and smiled at her. She turned and smiled at me. God she looked absolutely radiant tonight. One of my regrets was that we never got a chance to do all the stuff like prom and homecoming together back in the day. It was impossible since we started dating in college. Perhaps that was a part of the seed of my jealousy when it came to David.

  Only it looked like tonight I might actually be getting a chance to fulfill some of that prom fantasy along with maybe fulfilling some of the other more R-rated fantasies that had been running through my mind recently.

  Abby looked absolutely radiant in her little black dress. The very one that had sent me over the edge and the subject of that fevered fuck session in our bedroom a few weeks back. She sparkled in the dim lighting cast off by the lights from the school. Her face sparkled as well. She was made up to the nines and had her hair done earlier in the day by some stylist she’d known back when she actually lived here.

  She looked every inch the gorgeous prom date, only even more beautiful because the years had been so amazing to her. She’d matured into a beautiful woman and she was all mine. I felt lightheaded looking at her. I felt a stirring in my pants looking at her. I started running my hand up her exposed thigh, thinking about how gorgeous she looked and particularly thinking about how everybody in the room was going to realize how gorgeous she looked when we walked in.

  The prom queen, the homecoming queen, even more gorgeous today than back when these people knew her, and she was all mine.

  Her hand moved down and stopped my exploration up her thigh. “Easy there Tiger.”

  I favored her with a sheepish grin. “Sorry Abby. You just get me so worked up!”

  That thin secretive smile played across her face again and she leaned forward to plant her lips on my cheek. Then along my jawbone. My cock stirred and definitely took notice. Particularly because one of her hands snaked down and started running up and down the length of my shaft as her lips moved up to my ear and nibbled gently. I could feel her hot breath running along my earlobe as she sucked on it gently. I quickly glanced around the parking lot to make sure there was nobody around to see us, wondering if we were about to hop in the back seat of the Lexus for a little fun.

  “If you think I’m driving you wild just wait until we get in there. Just wait until they see me and this,” she exhaled in a breathy whisper in my ear that ran straight down to my cock.

  I very nearly came in my pants. I let out a groan and she quickly moved her hand down just like she had earlier in the day when we were driving on the highway. Her finger pressed against the base of my cock which was starting to twitch, but it was just enough pressure to stop me on the edge of the point of no return. I let out a strangled gasp as I got so close to coming and then it was denied. I looked over at her with a pleading look in my eyes and her face broke into a wide grin. God she was hot. God I just needed to come!

  “So are you ready to do this?” I asked.

  Abby sighed and looked up to her school. She had a wistful look on her face and I felt my cock twitching as I thought about what she might be thinking about. As I wondered whether or not she was thinking about him right now. That thought sure as hell was exciting me! It was probably a good thing she still had her thumb firmly on the stop button where my cock was concerned.

  She turned and smiled. “I’m ready.”

  Abby kept looking around as we made our way up to the entrance which was right next to a massive gym. I assumed from the decade old music I could hear through the gym walls that it’s where they’d be having the reunion. This really would be just like an old-fashioned prom. It was bringing back memories of my own prom as I looked around, and I hadn’t even gone to school here.

  “Oh my God Abby!”

  I winced at the screeching. I glanced at the registration table just inside the doors and was definitely intrigued by what I saw there. A pretty blonde girl. She looked like she had a little extra weight, but I could tell she’d definitely been one hell of a looker back in the day. Hell, she was one hell of a looker now. Of course she was nothing compared to Abby. In my opinion Abby had only gotten better with age and she hadn’t let herself go at all.

  “Tiffany!” Abby squealed.

  I looked at my wife in surprise. Sure we’d gone to a college together, sure I’d seen her interacting with her sorority sisters, but I’d never quite seen, or heard, her acting like this. I’d certainly never heard her squealing like that. Hell, I didn’t know that her voice could achieve that level of squealing. It was so loud, so high pitched, that it was a wonder we didn’t have dogs coming running from all around.

  Abby enveloped the blonde girl in a hug and I found myself momentarily transfixed. I’d been so preoccupied by the idea of her with another man that I hadn’t really given much thought to her with a woman, though now watching the way she hugged this girl I suddenly found myself thinking those thoughts as well.

  I shook my head. No. One crazy wild fantasy was more than enough for this weekend. I could worry about her and another girl later.

  Abby turned and smiled. “This is Tiffany. Tiffany, this is my husband Brandon.”

  I smiled and extended a hand which Tiffany gladly took. I was gratified to see that she was looking me up and down, though that was something I’d never actually consider indulging. Especially with my wife right here. I might be fantasizing about her stepping out on me with another man, but oddly enough that fantasy didn’t seem to extend to me getting the same opportunity with another woman.

  It was a weird fantasy.

  “Pleasure to meet you Tiffany,” I said.

  “Believe me, the pleasure’s all mine.” Tiffany smiled and looked me up and down once more and then moved back to her spot behind the registration table. I glanced over to my wife but rather than being angry it seemed like she was trying to stifle a giggle. I figured that was a good sign.

  “So I’m guessing you’re not Abby Thompson anymore?” Tiffany asked.r />
  “Nope. I’m under Arnold now.”

  Tiffany looked through some papers and a moment later she came out with two name tags. “Here you go. Try not to have too much fun!”

  I felt a small stab of disappointment. I’d been glancing around, though I’m not sure what I expected. It’s not like I thought her ex-boyfriend would be waiting for her at the entrance. Sure, maybe I’d fantasized about it. Maybe that had been part of my imaginings when I was thinking about this weekend, but I the rational side of my mind didn’t actually expect it to happen.

  I wondered if she’d even show up at all. There was no guarantee everybody would show up at a reunion, after all.

  Only I sort of got my wish. At least I got a little bit of fuel for my fantasy, though it came from the most unexpected place. The one place I never would have thought. Abby herself.

  “Has anyone been…”

  She trailed off. I raised an eyebrow. She probably stopped herself because she didn’t want to make it obvious that who she was asking about. At least not with me standing right beside her. She opened her mouth and tried again. “Has he…”

  Again she glanced over to me and again I smiled and tried to act oblivious. Like I had no idea what she was talking about. Meanwhile I had to shift because my cock was starting to feel ridiculously uncomfortable in my dress pants. They were a good fit, but they definitely weren’t designed to handle a massive borderline painful erection. And that’s certainly what I got as I realized what Abby was doing.

  I couldn’t be more elated. I couldn’t be more turned on. She was asking about him! Sure she was chickening out and not actually coming out and saying she was looking for her ex-boyfriend, wondering if he was there, wondering if he’d asked about her, but there was no doubt in my mind exactly who she was asking about.

  Tiffany smiled and seemed to understand the question. She also seemed to understand that Abby didn’t want me to know exactly what she was asking. I almost wanted to chuckle, but I didn’t want to give anything away.

  “Inside,” Tiffany said.

  Abby smiled and glanced at me, suddenly seeming uncertain. Tiffany also glanced at me as though she was trying to decide whether or not I’d figured out what they were talking about, but I was playing the dumbest son of a bitch who ever lived. I wanted to be the most oblivious asshole on the face of the earth as far as they were concerned. So I smiled looking back and forth between the two of them as though I didn’t have any inkling that Abby was talking about her ex-boyfriend. As though I didn’t have a raging hard on I was desperately trying to conceal as I thought about my wife asking about her ex-boyfriend and what that meant for the evening.

  “Are you heading in honey?” I asked.

  Abby shook her head and smiled. “Of course.”

  She reached out and took my hand. I felt a jolt as her hand made contact with mine. I spared one final smile for Tiffany and then I was pulled inside the gym. A gym that made me feel like I’d been transported back in time to a dance from my teenage years.

  Music pumped from a DJ set up on one side of the gym. He had one of those lighting setups, the kind that made any small-town school dance seem like you were at a club if you were too young to realize what it was actually like going to a club. There was a table full of food set up against one end with people were milling about it. What looked like a bar with an actual bartender stood next to the food table. Tables were set up on the other side of the dance floor from the DJ, though it was early enough that those were still pretty sparsely populated. In between the DJ and the tables was a wide expanse of gym floor that had been turned into a dance floor. There weren’t many people out there either, not yet, but already a few brave souls were out dancing to the hits from back when we were kids.

  Though I suppose they were quickly going from hits to golden oldies. Sure we hadn’t quite hit thirty yet, but it already felt like things were moving faster and faster. It seemed like it was just yesterday that I’d listen to some of these same songs blasting on my car stereo while I was giving people rides home from school.

  Time flies when you’re having fun, I suppose.

  Abby’s neck craned this way and that as she looked around the gym. I smiled to myself as I realized what she was doing. She wasn’t paying any attention to me except for the hand she had wrapped around my own.

  I figured if Abby was going to ignore me to look around and try to find her old boyfriend then I’d do a little bit of the same. I looked out across the dance floor but I didn’t see him out there. Of course I also had no way of knowing what he looked like these days. Ten years could make for a lot of changes in a person. For all I knew he started putting on weight the moment he got out of high school and now he was a fat slob who did nothing but play video games from his permanent spot on the couch in his parents’ basement.

  But something told me that wasn’t the case. Something about the way Abby was looking around for him made me think he was still in just as good a shape now as he’d been back in school. He didn’t strike me as the kind of guy to let himself go for some reason.

  I looked over towards the food but he wasn’t there either. I glanced through the tables but didn’t see him. Of course that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. There were still plenty of people streaming in through the front door and the place was starting to fill up with a pretty good-sized crowd. It would be easy for him to get lost in that growing crowd.

  I glanced over to the bar. It seemed to be a popular destination. I was surprised the school allowed them to set up a bar, but whatever. Maybe they were allowed to bend some rules in a small town like this. No sign of him at the bar either.

  “You want to get a seat and I’ll get you a drink honey?” I asked.

  Abby nodded at me distractedly. “Sure, that’s fine.”

  If only she knew what I knew about why she was so distracted. But I wasn’t going to give up the game. Not yet. Not when I didn’t even know what pieces were on the game board yet.

  So I moved over to the bar while she sat down at one of the tables. It was empty, but I had a feeling that wasn’t going to last very long. Tables were filling up with people chatting and catching up with one another.

  I was surprised at how cheap the drinks were. I guess the cost of living really went way down when you weren’t in the city. I tipped the bartender and turned to make my way back to the table with a drink balanced in each hand. The place was really starting to fill up now. I was surprised, but I guess I shouldn’t have been. This was probably the kind of place where a lot of people never actually bothered to leave town like Abby did. Most of the people in her class were probably still locals which made reunion just a drive down the street for most of them instead of the hour long road trip we took.

  I shook my head as I thought of that. It was so different from what I was used to. The kind of school where everybody knew everyone else’s name. I’d never had that when I was growing up. I actually liked being able to blend into the crowd. To be perfectly honest being surrounded by a bunch of people who’d known each other for most of their lives was slightly intimidating for me considering I had my own decently sized group of friends but I couldn’t have identified most of the people I graduated with.

  I made my way through the rapidly filling tables and stopped as I saw what was happening at our table.

  He was there. David. Looking down at my wife with a smile on his face and a cowboy hat of all things on his head. And she was looking up at him with a huge smile on her face as well. As I stood there she reached out and ran a hand along his arm, but she quickly drew it away. I couldn’t believe it. Had that actually just happened? Did I really just see that or had this fantasy finally pushed me to hallucinations?

  I was so transfixed that I almost didn’t want to interrupt them. We’d both been so busy looking for him and it seemed he was able to find her with no problem whatsoever. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself. My heart was threatening to beat out of my chest. I was definitely on the verge of hyperv
entilating. It was happening. They were together right in front of me.

  It was almost too much for me. My cock was rock hard almost to the point of splitting my pants right down the front. My cock was in severe danger of blowing a load right there as I watched them with fascination. I needed to get control of myself. I needed to have full control of my senses if I was going to navigate this minefield.

  I took one more deep breath and moved forward towards my wife and her ex-boyfriend.

  7: Old Flame

  I plastered a huge dopey grin on my face as I got closer. “I’ve got your drink honey! A Bacardi just like you… Oh! Who’s your friend? Is someone you went to high school with?”

  Abby’s reaction was priceless. She turned and looked at me with wide eyed panic in her face. She knew that I knew who David was. She knew how jealous I could get when she mentioned him. Maybe she thought I didn’t realize who he was. It was the kind of panicked look that would have me wondering just why my wife was reacting like that if she was just talking with her old boyfriend. Hell, that’s the reaction I would have had a month ago when I was still the kind of husband who got jealous.

  Of course now I was the kind of husband who got off on that jealousy, so I was perfectly fine with her talking with him. She just didn’t know it yet.

  I squinted at him and really played it up. “Wait a minute, I know you! David?” I turned to Abby. “Old boyfriend David? Right?”

  David’s reaction was entirely different from Abby’s. He turned and smiled at me with a cool confidence. He seemed entirely in his element, and why not? He’d been the unquestioned ruler of this school back in the day. Top dog, the man in charge. I’m sure there were probably still trophies in the trophy case from back when he was a big man on campus. I thought Abby said something about them winning state championships or some other nonsense like that thanks to him. I’d never actually paid all that much attention when she started talking about him to be perfectly honest.

  I just knew that small towns like this probably wore every trophy they won like a badge of honor. It probably wasn’t very often they got a state championship after all. Hell, I’m sure this hometown hero was probably still cock of the walk if he lived around here. Probably got free beer and all that crap.