It was Sara’s turn to host the class reunion this year, and to help her struggling husband’s cafe, she decided to hold it at the venue. Sara did not want her classmates to know she is married to James, no it’s not because she is from an elite school while her husband failed to graduate from a neighbourhood school. There is a darker reason, one where fantasies are fulfilled and fetishes are satisfied.
The crisp paper of the invitation felt foreign in Sara’s hands. She had received countless emails and digital invites over the years, but this one stood out. It was a physical reminder of the past, a tangible connection to a time long gone. It’s also one that she has been looking forward to.
“Raffles Junior College Class of ’14 Reunion,” the header read in elegant script.
Sara traced her fingers over the embossed letters, feeling a rush of nostalgia wash over her. The letter was hand decorated and signed.
It had been years since she had graduated, and in that time, life had taken her on unexpected journeys. One of those journey allowed her to meet the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.
The letter was sent to her by Shufen, last years’ organiser. In line with tradition, the class took turns organising the reunion every year, running down the class register. It was Sara’s turn to host that year’s gathering, and she will be the one to send the invite to the next classmate the following year.
She glanced at the date circled on the invitation: A month away. Her heartbeat quickened with anticipation as she imagined reuniting with her old classmates. Faces flashed in her mind—some familiar, some blurred by time—but each one held a piece of her past. And Sara had a pretty exciting past, one that her husband James, is deeply interested in.
The reunion usually takes place in function rooms, restaurants, and even hotel suites with catered food, however there are no restriction on the venue. Someone host it at a coffee shop before, and once at a classmate’s new BTO flat. It’s not about the location, it’s about the company. Most of the class stayed in contact, and aside from a couple of friends who are out-stationed, everyone always made it a point to turn up for the gathering.
Sara walked over to James who was busy cleaning the coffee machine.
Sara : Dear… i have something to tell you…
James : Mmmhh?
Sara : I have a surprise for you…
James : What surprise?
Sara : You have always been curious about my relationships back in junior college days…about my adventures…
James dropped the cloth he was using to clean the steamer and just stared at Sara.
Sara : I’m going to organise the class reunion at this cafe…and since no one know we are married…perhaps we can have some fun?
James : oh my god…
Sara : Do you want to hire a few part time staff…and see how things play out?
James : Am i hearing things? Is it really going to happen?
Sara : I think so…i can make it happen…if that’s what you really want?
James : Of course i want!
James has a cuckold fetish and one of his unfulfilled bucket list was to watch his wife have sex with her ex-boyfriends in their JC uniforms. A few of whom are still single and pinning for hopes that Sara will give them another chance. Sara is a wildly popular girl back in school, everyone knew who she is and she is the belle of her cohort. The guys all adored her, while some girls hated her for all the attention she is getting.
No one knew Sara and James were together for a while and that they had just gotten married. It was a low key event, Sara did not invite any friends, the ceremony was just attended by family members. She just want to lead a simple life with the man she love.
James and Sara crossed paths at a volunteering event and immediately connected. Despite their contrasting family backgrounds, they developed strong feelings for each other. James is that kid from neighbourhood schools that could not even pass his ‘O’ levels, whereas for Sara, she has attended elite institutions her whole life. Sara didn’t mind James’ lack of academic achievements, and James, on the other hand, did not mind that Sara had gone through 12 relationships and had her sex videos leaked by an ex before.
People called her used and damaged goods, former colleagues are probably still masturbating to her sex videos, but to James, she is the perfect gem he has been looking for his entire life.
Sara had always been open to experimenting and fulfilling his sexual desires and upon knowing that James did not mind her checkered past, she knew he was the man for her. What surprised her was that James finds it to be a turn on for him when talking about her past while many of the man she dated felt uncomfortable even acknowledging it.
Sara : I’m sure it’ll be fun.
James : Fun? It’s going to be mind blowing!
It may be a reunion for Sara, but to James, it meant something entirely different. It meant watching Sara in her element, surrounded by her past lovers who were still attracted to her. He imagined them flirting with her and making passes at her while he sat back and enjoyed the show.
But what truly set this gathering apart was the dress code: attendees were encouraged to wear their old JC uniforms. A tradition the class has carried out all these years.
Sara couldn’t help but smile at the thought. The idea of slipping back into her white blouse and green skirt transported her to a simpler time, when the weight of the world hadn’t yet settled on her shoulders. It was a chance to relive those carefree days, if only for a few hours.
Sara : I’m going to say it first, we can set the stage, plan it all we want but whether it happens or not…
James: We’ll leave it all to fate…
Sara and James embraced for a kiss in the quiet cafe, both of them eager to get back home to the privacy of their bedroom.
The days flew by and before James knew it, the day of the reunion has arrived.
James had the cafe ready, he hired a few part timers and he served the last customer of the day at 3pm, shutting the cafe for the reunion that will begin at 5pm. The part-timers arrived at 4pm, and James gave them a quick briefing on what to do later. Food will be catered, they just need to take care of everyone’s drinks requests.
Sara was nowhere to be seen in the cafe, that was the plan. That way, the part time staff will not know she is related to James. Sara looked at herself in the mirror, she has put on a bit of weight since she got married. Holding her old JC uniforms up in her left hand, she said a silent prayer that she could still fit into them.
James wiped the counter top for the umpteenth time as he kept an eye out for early arrivals.
At 4.45pm, some of Sara’s classmates begin arriving.
It felt a little funny looking at working adults, some of them already with kids of their own turning up at the cafe in their JC uniforms.
James wondered how Sara will look in hers. She has never worn her uniforms for him before.
Suddenly, James looked up and he felt his heart stop beating. Several of the early arrivals turned and looked out of the cafe at the same time, their gaze all fixated in the same direction.
Everyone, men, women, James, all looked at the same woman walking towards them.
Sara, in her pristine white blouse, green skirt, walked into the cafe with her white sneakers and socks pulled up her calves like the innocent school girl that never aged. Walking into the cafe, she immediately lit up the interior as she found herself not only a seat, but also at the centre of attention.
As more classmates arrived, James could feel his cock throb with excitement as more and more single men, everyone of them successful in their careers and lives, fought for Sara’s attention.
Sara made eye contact with James and gave him a shy smile, one that melted his heart and hardened his rod.
Chinese, Malay, Indian, even Eurasians, James could not believe Sara was in a relationship with 6 of her classmates before, 4 of which remained single to this very day.
While his staff busied themselves with serving the guest, James could already picture himself enjoy watching his wife Sara in a inter-racial gangbang while he sips on a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
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