James attends his wife’s class reunion and discovers something he suspected all along


Suwen: I’m almost ready, just wait another minute.

I looked at my wife adjusting her old Junior college blouse in the mirror before turning her body sideways to check how her uniform skirt looks. She presses the back of her skirt against her bottom, making sure her panty line is not showing.

Of course it’s not showing, she’s wearing a G-string with matching white lace bra.

James : I don’t understand why you guys need to dress up in your old school uniforms for the class reunion. You are 32 years old for god sake.

Suwen : It’s just for fun, everyone is doing it anyway. You could do it too.

James : I didn’t go to a Junior college…

Suwen : Wear your secondary school uniform then.

James : They don’t fit me.

My wife slipped on a new pair of ankle socks before walking to the show cabinet.

Suwen : I’m not forcing you to go, you can stay at home if you like.

James : It’s ok, I’ll go for the free food.

Suwen : Ok… by the way…

My wife put on her sneakers standing up, her school uniform skirt rides a bit too high up her legs and started sending signals to my privates.

Suwen : my classmates are full of nonsense, especially so after they drink. So please don’t mind them

James : I’ll just concentrate on the food.

Tensions has been pretty high between my wife and me lately because of money issues. I have been passed over for a promotion after being backstabbed. That meant my pay is going to be stagnant for another 2 years while my wife is already earning more than me.

She has always been the more traditional type in her thinking. The man must the one providing for the family. We are doing fine with dual income and no kids but it’s always never good enough for her.

The 4 room HDB we stay in is not good enough, the small comfortable Honda that takes us from point A to point B is not good enough. The estate we stay in is not good enough.

Suwen : My classmates are….somewhat all…high flyers…please don’t say anything embarrassing later.

James : Oh right, the sons of politicians and businessmen. I forgot you went to an elite school…

Suwen : Yes. I did. And I wonder why I married someone from a neighbourhood secondary school that got demolished and wiped from existence.  

James : Falling birth rate that’s why. Just like us not having a baby to replace the dwindling population.

Suwen : We can hardly afford to feed ourselves, don’t even think about having a baby.

Looking at my wife tie up her hair into a pony tail in the lift really sends the blood pumping into my groin.

I can ignore her jibes and sourness but her body, I cannot resist her body. It’s her slut like demeanor that draws me to her. I know she don’t mean it deep down but she just wants to take jibes at me.

Focusing on what I lack, rather than what I bring into the relationship.

James : I want to have sex..…shall we do it tonight ?

I asked in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

Suwen : We’ll see…

I know she wants to. The saving grace in our relationship is her high sex drive.

It’s why I put up with all her sarcastic remarks and jibes.

Twice a week at the minimum and that does not include the morning wake up fingering that she makes me do on normal week days. It’s not uncommon to be woken up at 6am in the morning to finger her to orgasm.

And she needs penetrative sex to satisfy her urges. It doesn’t matter if I don’t cum, she must cum or risk turning into an absolute bitch for the day.

My wife went the full mile pairing her school girl get up with a old bag filled with actual books mind you complete with a old cardigan she use to wear when she is younger.

Honestly, I would prefer to sit this gathering out but it’s held at her classmate’s place in Sentosa.

I’ve never been to a bungalow in Sentosa Cove, much less one with a private berth complete with a fucking yacht.

We arrived just before the sun started to set and I wondered if we are at the right gathering. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I’m pulling into an exclusive country club.

Out of the 10 cars on the porch, mine is the only Japanese car and the smallest in size. There’s a Aston Martin, a couple of Mercedes and even a Lamborghini SUV.

I pulled into the porch and my wife’s friends came out to greet her.

Carl : Hey Suwen ! how are you!

Suwen : Carl! Oh my god, you still look the same..!

It felt weird looking my wife dressed in her old college uniforms rush forward to hug a guy I’ve never met. More classmates streamed out of the large house and like they agreed, everyone was dressed in their old elite Junior college uniforms.

I felt out of place but I just followed the crowd into the house. I was not the only spouse there and I made small talks with a couple others while enjoying the fine spread of food laid out in the dining area facing the sea.

My wife is happily catching up with her friends and I don’t want to disturb her.

After dinner, the wine started flowing and the host Carl, insisted that everyone get drunk.

Carl : You can always leave your car here, or get a car valet to drive you back!

There are plenty of laughter and toasts.

At about 10.30pm, most of the classmates started leaving. Some need to go back to their family, some needed to pick up their kids, some already called a cab.

As the cars started to pull out from the driveway, I gave my wife a signal, asking if she wants to make a move but she ignored me. I could tell she wants to stay a bit longer.

The gathering dwindled down to a group of 5, 2 girls, and 3 guys and I am the only spouse left.

The group sat around a lounge table, each holding a wine glass and talking about their lives post-graduation. Suddenly, someone made a comment about my wife rejecting Carl’s advance back in school.

Lucy : Oh oh oh…Suwen rejected 2 guys around this table back in school yeah…remember ? remember ?hahaha

Carl spread his arms and admitted his defeat graciously.

Carl : Yeah..yeah… it’s me…it’s me…

Dave : Oh fuck..not that again…yes me too…

Carl teased Dave that his father would not have approved of him getting into a relationship anyway.

Carl : Your dad cares too much about face…

Dave : He’s a fucking minister. He cares about every damm thing ha…

The group laughed and I took it all in silently.

So my wife rejected both the son of a politician and a business owner. If not, she might well be the female owner of the sprawling property in Sentosa now. No wonder she is feeling grumpy all day.

Suwen : oh please…those are in the past.. haha..

The group continued drinking and at 11.45pm, Lucy and Tim who are dating, left in a cab, leaving their car behind. Carl says he will get someone to drive it to their place the next morning.

With half a bottle of wine left, Carl suggested they finish it and call it a night. He topped it all up into my wife’s glass. I didn’t think much of it and I thought since we are going to be making a move soon, I made my way to the powder room to use the toilet.

However, when I come out from the powder room, I saw Carl grinning at me at the doorway. His eyes are barely opened and it’s obvious he’s drunk.

Carl : James…right…?

James : Yeah…what’s up…

Carl : Let me tell you a secret…but you have to keep it to yourself….ok…?

James : Huh…?

Carl : Your wife…Suwen….she was our cum dump back in JC…hahha..shhhh..

James : What the fuck…are you talking about… you’re drunk…

Carl : Shhhhh..shhhhh… keep your volume low… don’t tell anyone…she didn’t reject us…. We rejected her..hahha..shhhhh..shhhhh…don’t tell anyone ok…? Just want to set the record straight.

Carl staggered towards the lounge where my wife is sitting at.

Just before he reached it, he turned and staggered back to me and whispered.

Carl : I can proof it…do you want me to proof it to you…?

Looking at Suwen leaning heavily against the arm rest of the plush couch while her school uniform skirt rides high up exposing her creamy tone legs, I felt this rush of adrenaline.

As if that seductive view were not enough, I saw Dave using his phone and trying to sneak a picture of my sleeping wife.

Carl  : You want to see it ? huh ? I can show you…shhh..but you have to keep a secret…can you keep a secret James…? You don’t believe me right. I know you don’t believe me, but, but , but, but you can keep a secret right?

Carl is stammering with his words trying to stay sober.

I swallowed a gulp of saliva and I must be mad when I nodded.

James : Yes…yes I can…

Carl put a finger to his lips and a grin broke on his face.

Carl : Shhhhhhh…ok…Shhhhhhhh….Let me show you how much of a slut your wife really is…. Heee.hhee..hee…


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