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E143: Afterward: Donald’s school reunion
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E143: Afterward: Donald’s school reunion The year Donald turns fifty-eight, his academy from when he was young, asks him attend their upcoming reunion day at the school. Since leaving that part of his life behind forty years ago, Donald has never returned for any of the annual gatherings. But the school presses him come as they wish present Donald their distinguished alumni award, for all of his accomplishments. Emma urges him go. They will be able visit with the aunts and Karen and Julie, and the baby who now is almost five years . They all often chat on video online, but it is just not the same as being with them. Thinking about enjoying that part of the trip, Donald agrees. Plus, be given this honor by the school is a distinction. There are only a couple handful of alumni over the school's two-hundred-year existence that have been so honored. So, one Friday evening in the fall, Emma and Donald return his alma mater. They go on a tour of the school. Much has changed, even in the dormitories. When they pass one room with its open door, Emma feels Donald shudder against her. “Is this it?” she asks Donald. He confirms that is the room which, during the first year he was at the academy, became a torture chamber to him. Emma moves her hand around his waist and hugs him tightly. It is funny, though, while seeing it again did cause tremors. Donald realizes that the past does not quite haunt him like it used to. Everything in his life is so great right now, and that was so long ago. The past perhaps is settling in to be just that, the past. During the pre-dinner cocktails, Donald and Emma find themselves in a large room with a long wooden bar on one side. Emma is dressed superbly, thanks to Donald’s choices and dressing her. The dress is low cut, and if a bit taller than Emma, looking down on her, you can see her nipples peeking out of her shelf bra. Donald dresses Emma this way in part as he still loves the view himself, and presenting her to the world as something to envy. And for Emma, still having exhibitionist twinges, she enjoys being on display. Emma still has a magnificent body at fifty-three, in the semi-short dress, she is a sight to see. Today especially, Donald wants to show Emma off, so others know the gem he has captured. Emma, knowing what he is doing, chuckles to herself and is happy to be so flaunted. Emma is excited herself, when looking over the program attendees she learns that Johnathan, the bully who tortured Donald so much, is here. She wants to see the man who so tormented her husband. Emma and Donald still, from time to time, play the reenactment in the small bedroom, after which Donald talks more and more about what he remembers of that year. Since Donald is now sharing with Joseph in a loving way, he doesn’t need the scenario much anymore. Emma still pegs him from time to time, just as he enters her that way also. The bully, Johnathan, is now a boorish, pompous man. A salesman glad-hander who never reached any potential (if he ever really had any). Domineering, potbellied. His wife is a former cheerleader type who has rather gone to seed from years of being downtrodden by her husband. Jonathan is the type who serves on church councils, or civic groups, overtaking meetings, wasting time as he sputters on and on just wasting time, just to hear his own voice. Never achieved anything himself in life, but who beat his chest in triumph over victories. That ‘his team’ wins, even if he has never had any association with the team or school—an all-knowing simpleton. Glancing around the room, Emma recognizes Johnathan from a picture in Donald’s alumni news a few years back. He is standing alone at the end of the bar. Emma smiles, bingo. While Donald is chatting with an classmate, Emma slips up behind Johnathan. Employing the seductive voice she uses when broadcasting on some of their ‘special’ sites, Emma quietly whispers in Johnathan’s ear, “I know you used like ass-fuck boys when you were young, but would you like be on the receiving end? Would you like me use a nice ten-inch strapon with only your spit as lube? You, upstairs in the dorm room, bent over the end of your cot, your pants and undies dropped down your ankles?” Emma sees him start squirm from her suggestion, “Feeling the glans pressed against your sphincter just seconds away from thrusting fully up in you? Would that make you wiggle with delight?” Emma reaches her hand around the front of Johnathan and cups his crotch. Yes, he is hard, well probably as hard as he ever gets these days. She can see the beads of sweat on his brow, the trembling of his body, and redness of his neck. Her slight touch to his penis, even through the layers of clothing, make Johnathan squirt a bit. Now he will have a telltale sign on his pants. Emma chuckles in his ear, “Well Johnny, it seems you do have such a desire. Too bad it will never be played out for you, or any of the many wondrous pleasures Donald daily enjoys. I guess you took the wrong route in life.” Saying which, Emma walks away before Johnathan can even get a good look at her. Later, Johnathan sits next to his wife at one of the general tables for dinner, staring at Donald and Emma at the head table. Donald is there to receive the school’s highest honor, the distinguished alumni award rarely given. Something for which Johnathan will never be considered. Seeing Emma fully now, admiring her beauty and grace as she laughs and chats with those around her, or who's coming up to greet her and Donald, Johnathan’s envy increases ten-fold. Johnathan has read the books they published together. The free-flowing prose made them run-away best sellers. Lapped up by readers wanting to at least second-hand experience the erotic couplings described. Johnathan, keeping his reading very private, has spent many hours yanking his chain over chapter after chapter as his jealousy grew. How could that wimpy Donald ever get such heights, and enjoy such a full sexual life? And now, remembering Emma’s voice in his ear, the things she said him, makes his more or less useless member these days throb again. Maybe he could get it up tonight and fuck his wife for time’s sake. It had been over nine months since he last tried, and then it did not end successfully. But maybe hearing Emma’s words repeating in his head, he could make it the end tonight. Then Emma looks right at him and winks, and he feels himself cum some again. Damn that woman. Johnathan slides his napkin down the front of his pants to try to catch the drippings before staining a second pair of pants. Not that much comes out of him anymore, and with a sigh, he knows he has used up every chance for tonight. The expression on Johnathan’s face, which Emma can clearly see, tells everything. She leans close to Donald’s ear, kisses the lobe, and whispers, “I think all the demons from this place are driven away forever now, my love. You, and I, have conquered our youths and are now free to enjoy the rest of our lives together.” |
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Thank you, I am glad you have enjoyed this story.
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You have certainly achieved your desire of arousing a reader during the reading and enjoyment of every chapter !
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