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Chapter
1
The sidewalk narrowed
and I fell in behind my wife during our morning jog. Alice was a
woman on a mission. Her 5th year reunion from high school was coming
up and she and three of her closest friends decided that they were
going back in style.
The other women, Keri,
Sam, and Brenda approached my wife with a scheme to reconstitute
the "Sweet Carolines" an all-female version of the traditionally
male barbershop quartet. The four girls used to perform at school
assemblies since they were in middle school. They decided they would
do some of their numbers at the reunion, and they would do it in
their St. Caroline's schoolgirl uniforms.
So here is my wife intruding
on my daily 3-mile run. And here I am eating rabbit food for dinner.
Oh well, even I had to admit I had put on a few pounds since high
school, and all that beer swilling in college hadn't done a great
job on my waistline either.
Alice was never a big
woman, but she had put on a couple of pounds around the hips, and
that was the target of her weight loss program. As for the rest
of the uniform, she peaked early but low in the breast department,
budding out at age 13 but not growing much since. That suited me
just fine. Her breasts though small, were shapely and firm.
I concentrated on the
view before me and watched her legs pump up and down. The running
was taking its effect, and even in her sneakers she had a shapely
curve to her calf. I followed those legs up to the wonderful rear
end and was hypnotized by her cheeks bobbing up and down in cadence
to her step. Before I knew it, we were back home.
I watched her as she
prepared for her shower. Looking at her body, I thought how lucky
a guy I was. Her long blonde hair was still shiny even after the
run, and her face, devoid of makeup at this point, looked like a
teenager's.
As she stepped in the
shower, she said, "Don't forget to hang up your clothes!"
About the only thing we ever fought about was my sloppy habits.
The sight of her naked,
sweaty body was not without effect on me. "How's this?"
I said, picking up my running shorts and hanging them on my penis.
She looked back at me
and laughed, "Put those things away, and put THAT thing away
too. We have to go to work. Are you going to hang them up properly,
or am I going to have to spank you?" It was said in jest, but
a sudden chill ran down my spine and twitched my penis.
"Yes ma'am,"
I said with equal mockery and hung my clothes up on the laundry
hanger.
As I went into the closet
to lay out my own clothes, I could see her St. Caroline's uniform
hanging neatly on the door. Alice kept it there as a reminder of
her goal. I remember the first time I saw her in it: It was at a
dance at our school. She was talking to Keri, Sam, and Brenda and
they were all dressed identically in their pleated gray plaid skirts,
white blouse, navy blue tie (I guess that's what little pointy "D"
shaped thing is called), and matching navy blue blazer with the
school crest over the left pocket.
It was as she turned
to greet another girl that her blonde hair flared out with the motion
of her head and showed me her face. I knew then that this was the
girl for me. Being out of sight of the nuns, the girls had their
skirts hiked up higher than the good sisters would have approved.
I don't think Alice planned
on hiking it up for the reunion performance. She spent several evenings
hemming it up. It looked short on the hanger. I had no idea what
it would look like on her. I found the thought distracting. The
thought vanished as Alice appeared in the doorway in much more conservative
and business like clothing. Even in a business suit, she was stunning:
confident looking and feminine all at once.
I nibbled at her neck,
and she brushed me aside, "Cool it tiger, both of us have got
to get to work." She gave me a playful slap on my naked butt
as I passed her on my way to what I decided had to be a cold shower.
By the time I was ready for work, I barely had time to gulp down
a final cup of coffee with her.
As we headed towards
our respective cars, she yelled out, "Don't forget. You're
on your own for dinner tonight. The girls and I are going over to
Brenda's for a dress rehearsal." My mind popped to the possibilities:
fried chicken, pizza, Chinese, submarine sandwiches ... it would
never occur to me to open a can of soup or tuna fish.
Something else other
than my mind popped too as I watched Alice bend over to put her
briefcase in the back seat of her car. My eyes were seeing a business
suit, but my mind was seeing that darned uniform! The sight, the
thought and the erection vanished as I joined the battle more commonly
called the morning commute. Getting to the office, I was besieged
by the minutia of daily work and had no time for thought sexual
or otherwise.
The decision for dinner
was made by a traffic signal. It turned red, and the entrance to
the drive through was right there. I settled for a grease burger
with fries and a large diet drink: all the nutrition a growing boy
needs.
When I got home, Alice's
car was already in the driveway, although she was nowhere in sight
when I entered the house. I called for her and heard her voice from
the distance down the hallway leading to our bedroom.
My head was buried in
the bag, retrieving some errant French Fries when I heard her voice
behind me at the kitchen door, "So how do you like it?"
I turned around and there
she was in that uniform. It was if a dozen years had simply disappeared.
Here was the girl I first saw at the dance with wide eyes, cheeks
sprinkled gently with freckles that danced when she laughed, and
a smile peeking out between full lips.
The jogging had apparently
paid off as the uniform hugged her trim, almost tomboyish, figure
nicely. The uniform was not he only thing that was hugging her.
Once again she had to put me off, "Be careful, don't get ketchup
on me. I don't have time to get this cleaned. Besides I have to
go."
I let her loose, and
as she walked away, she looked back over her shoulder, gave me a
wink and blew me a kiss. My knees went weak. I couldn't get the
sight of her out of my mind as I munched down my hamburger.
I really couldn't take
it anymore. I've been wanting to make love with Alice all day, and
all I got was rebuffed. I got out of my suit and threw it on the
bed, and got into some sweats to get comfortable. I padded back
out to the kitchen to pick up a beer, some chips and the remnants
of dinner and then circled back to the living room to watch a game
on TV.
The game was turning
into a blowout in favor of the other side, and I lost interest.
Glancing around the room, I noticed Alice's high school yearbook
under the coffee table. I flipped open the pages and came across
a picture of the "Sweet Carolines." Alice was looking
back over her shoulder at me out of the page the same way that she
looked back at me maybe an hour ago. I also noted that Keri, Sam,
and Brenda were pretty hot numbers in their time as well.
I really couldn't take
it anymore. My penis was poking and straining at the sweatpants.
They slid down so easily. I had to hike up the waistband on my underwear
to get my penis out. The front of the pants were wet with precome.
I looked at the yearbook
and set it on the table. I knelt in front of it and started to masturbate.
It was as if I was dedicating this jerk off to my wife. There was
a slight fantasy thrill as I imagined her and her friends looking
back at me from the page.
It's amazing at how quickly
fantasy can become reality as the front door opened and in walked
Keri, Sam, and Brenda lead by Alice. "Honey, I'm back ... What
... what's going on. Ohmigod!" she said in almost one breath
putting her hands up to her face, but definitely not hiding her
eyes.
The three other women
stood there gawking, not saying anything, but giggling nervously.
Not knowing what to do, I got up and ran to the bedroom, passing
the four of them as I went. One of them let out a cat call.
I found another pair
of underwear and pants and put them on. Alice came back a couple
of minutes later. "Are you OK?" she asked. I shrugged.
"Why don't you come
out to the living room and we can talk about it?"
"Are your friends
gone?" I asked.
"No, but they're
all big girls. Keri says she caught her husband doing it too. I
think they understand."
Alice coaxed me out into
the living room, and there were the three girls looking at the yearbook.
All were still dressed in the St. Caroline's uniform.
Alice explained that
the bathroom pipe ruptured in Brenda's house, and although everything
was under control, the repairs were kind of noisy and practice was
impossible. "So I suggested we come over here. If I had known
what you were up to, I would have called ahead. I'm sorry dear."
Keri held the yearbook
in her hand. "When I caught Harry doing it, he was looking
at a girlie magazine. I think this is kind of sweet." She said
brushing her hand across the page. Sam and Brenda nodded in agreement.
Alice laughed, "So,
were you doing it for me, or were you doing it for all four of us."
I blushed.
"For you, of course,"
I stammered.
"Are you sure,"
Keri said sitting down and letting her skirt ride high on her thigh.
"Maybe just a little bit for the rest of us girls?"
I gulped.
Alice came to my rescue,
"It's OK honey. I know that you have always liked my friends.
But you married me."
Keri seemed to be the
boldest of the bunch and she whispered something into Alice's ear.
Then Alice asked, "I see that you did not ejaculate. You have
to be pretty horny. I mean, getting so close and not being able
to do it, and now having four pretty schoolgirls here in front of
you."
I nodded.
"How about we do
it for real?" Alice asked. "Instead of jerking off to
a picture of us four, you can jerk off for the real us four."
I flapped my mouth in
a feeble protest, but no words came out.
"Oh come on now,
tiger. We're big girls. We know what this is all about. All you
are going to do is masturbate. What's the difference if we're here
to watch or not. You were going to do it anyway."
That's one of the things
I hated about my wife; she always had the answers.
At this point Sam giggled.
"You know, when I was a girl, my dad caught my brother doing
something. I didn't know what it was at the time, but I was able
to figure it out later. Boy did he get a spanking and I got to watch!"
She stammered a little and then added, "The spanking part,
that is. I mean, I didn't see my brother. You know ..." she
faded with a blush.
Alice got a wicked smile
on her face. "You know, I got to see my mom spank my brother
once. He was constantly leaving his stuff all over the place."
Here she looked at me, "just like someone else I know."
The four of them broke
up giggling at this.
"You aren't serious,"
I protested.
"Why not? Oh come
now. You've been getting away with a lot around here when it comes
to housework. We won't spank that hard," she laughed.
It really didn't sound
all that bad to me. After all, the cat was out of the bag, there
wasn't anything else to hide from these women. Besides, I thought,
it could be sort of fun.
"Now what do we
do first?" Sam asked. "Do we spank him first and then
let him masturbate or do it the other way around?"
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