My Wife at the Graduation Party (v10.21) by Salacious Scribe
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Preface:
I have read and enjoyed many first-time hotwife stories. They all had a couple attend an event and she was slowly seduced while her husband watched. This is my attempt at this type of story. I hope you like it.
Special thanks to ChrisDavis13132 for beta reading this story.
I never felt prouder of my wife, Brooke. She not only earned her B.A. in education, but she also passed the state exam and was a certified teacher. After the commencement ceremony last night, I took pictures of Brooke, her friend Ella, a hot Redheaded friend of Ella’s, and some frat guys they knew. Since no one bothered to introduce me to the guys, I nicknamed them beard, Dude, and Bro. Beard was the big muscular guy with you guessed it, a beard.
Dude and bro looked like brothers. Dude was dark-haired, bro was blonde. I gave them those names because Dude always started or ended everything he said with Dude. Bro did the same thing, but with bro. I gave them those names because I saw them checking out a girl and heard their conversation. “Dude, she’s hot.”
“Yeah, she is bro.”
“I’m gonna try and get her number dude.”
“Bro, she’s Tom’s girl.” I couldn’t believe anyone talked like Spicolli anymore.
While I snapped pictures with six cell phones, Ella said, “Hey Brooke, I’m having a grad bash 2morrow. Y don’t U & UR husband, Randy, join us? It’s our last chance 2 B 2gether. Gary, Brad, Doug & Cindy will B there.”
So let me tell you about Ella. She had become my wife’s best friend despite the fact she wasn’t even twenty-three. Her most outstanding feature was the thirty-eight C cups she got for her eighteenth birthday. They were a gift from her father. I was more than a little creeped out by that. The other reason I avoided her was how she talked. She sounded like an IM. I never met anyone that spoke like a tweet before, and it grated on my nerves. Ella loved Brooke and had a bit of a schoolgirl crush on me. I know because she told Brooke she thought I was hot and offered to be our unicorn if we ever wanted a threesome. Brooke and I discussed her offer. We declined. It wasn’t that we didn’t want a threesome, but not with someone that young and immature.
Ella always invited us to every party she had. We went to the first one, her nineteenth birthday, during freshman year. It was awkward, and not just because the place she called home was worth more than most people earn in a lifetime. The age gap made me… uncomfortable. Even Brooke, who was younger than me, felt out of place with kids barely out of high school. They were still in the drink till you puke stage. Even though none of them could imbibe, legally. We had left that stage of life behind.
Ella loved to tell Brooke about the shenanigans at her parties. Strip games, drunken dares, screwing as people watched. Ella was a hedonist and lived a wild and wanton lifestyle with little to no supervision from her globetrotting parents. We aren’t prudes by any stretch of the imagination, but the age difference made me feel like a lech. While Ella and Brooke remained close and spent time together, we didn’t socialize with Ella’s other friends or go to her parties.
I opened my mouth to decline, when Brooke said, “Of course we’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it.” Then they all hugged and kissed as I returned phones to their owners. Not one of them said thank you, to me, as they took their phone. Each one hugged and kissed Brooke once more before they walked away. Not one of them said goodbye to me. ‘That was a little rude,’ I thought. ‘They could have at least said goodbye or thanks, or something.’ I shrugged it off, took Brooke’s hand, and headed off to meet our families for a celebratory dinner.
As I started our car I asked Brooke, “Why’d you agree to go to her party. I thought we agreed to avoid those drunken orgies?”
“They’re not orgies. It’s just young people having fun like we did not that long ago. Besides, except for Ella, Cindy, and Gary, everyone else will be flying home in a few days. We’ll never be together again. I’d like one day of fun with them first. We spent years of our lives working, studying, and stressing. We deserve to have fun together for a change.”
“Can’t argue with that,” I admit, but I still had reservations. “I would prefer not to spend my day off at a party watching frat boys getting drunk and acting like fools, as they try to get into a fake-titted bimbo’s pants.”
“What’re you 80,” she teased. “They’re not that much younger than you. It wasn’t that long ago we were the ones getting drunk and acting like fools. Hell, if you hadn’t been a drunken fool the night we met, I wouldn’t be Mrs. Robinson today.”
“Okay… okay, I concede. You win, we’ll go.” I laughed as I turned into the restaurant’s parking lot.
“Good! I bought a new swimsuit for her party, and I can’t wait until you see it. You’ll love it.” She got out of the car before I could respond.
My brow furrowed in thought as I hurried to catch up to her. ‘We just got invited to this party. How did she already have a new bikini?’ I was about to ask when we rounded a corner and found our families waiting for us. I decided to let it go. We had a great dinner, except for our parents telling her how little money teachers make, how little respect they get, and how hard they work. We plastered our ‘whatever’ smiles on our faces and made non-committal sounds. After dinner, we said good night and drove home.
I woke up to the sound of a woodpecker slamming his head into a tree. “I gotta find a way to discourage Woody from waking us up at the crack of dawn,” I complained to Brooke when I saw her eyes were open.
“How about at the crack of Brooke?” She threw the covers off her body and eased her panties down her sexy toned legs. She spread her firm thighs apart and offered her womanhood to me.”
I rolled over and got between her legs. My mouth found her left thigh and I kissed and nipped the tender flesh. Her arousal grew as my mouth moved toward her creamy center. “Baby, just so you know, I downplayed how wild these parties get. They do turn into orgies.” Brooke ran her fingers through my hair. My dick twitched and went from semi to full schwing when I imagined seeing some of the barely legal coeds wet, naked, and fucking. “I want to be a little wild today. How would you feel if I flashed my tits?” I growled and nipped her clit, something I know she loves. “OH FUCK! You like the thought of me showing my boobies to frat boys, don’t you?” I bit her nubbin hard, and she screamed in pleasure.
She moaned when my tongue flicked her clit while I inhaled the pungent earthy aroma of her sex. I was about to drive my tongue into the folds of her sweet spot when her phone rang. She was incapable of ignoring her phone when it made a sound, it was Pavlovian, she had to answer, no matter what. I ignored the distraction and tried to focus on my favorite pastime.