My wife does a lot of posting on Facebook and is friends with most of the people she went to high school with. Her graduating class, Class of 81, has their own group page where they post tidbits and reunion information. We attended her 20th, 25th, 30th, 35th, and most recent 40th reunion in June last year.
A few weeks ago, she posted a profile picture update of her on a Florida beach in a super skimpy black and white bikini with her light long blonde hair blowing in the breeze. She looked absolutely stunning, and many of the guys "liked" her image, but most women did not respond. I teased her that since most of the women she graduated with are overweight and have short, mostly gray hair and pose with their grandkids, they were probably all calling her a "bitch" under their breath.
This is her back view walking down the beach on Fort Desoto Egmont Key.
The picture on her new profile was the front view with her full face and her ample 34 D breasts barely held in the cups. She let her hair down, and it was blowing in the breeze—beautiful Woman on a beautiful white sand Beach.
The night my wife updated her profile picture, she received a messenger request from a guy she barely remembered from school, According to my wife, he was nerdy and socially awkward and she had not ever hung around him. Out of interest, she accepted his messenger request and they exchanged phone numbers to text. The first text Mike sent was "hey, lets get together and I will pull those strings and help you out of that bikini of yours..." My wife laughed and said something about it being in his wildest dreams but they continued texting and it quickly became sexting with them exchanging pictures. My wife was just having a lot of fun, since she had not seen this guy since high school and she insisted he was not anyone she ever gave a second look at.
The reality, was at her last reunion, several class members were no longer here and all of the guys who were hot, the football stars and the jocks had all got fat, lost their hair, and looked like old men according to my wife. Of course, the same fate had besought most the women too save the hair loss. Mike on the other hand, was the fat kid in school, the nerd who excelled in all his classes, wore glasses, and got teased. Now, 41 years later, he possessed a never seen confidence, had not only lost weight, but worked out and looked great with a full head of his own hair.
The sexting continued and my wife seemed to be enjoying their bantering back and forth. Mike teased my wife about being the "hot" girl from school. Mike had apparently got married to a girl from out of town during college and they had four grown children, one of who now lived about 20 minutes from us in Tampa. Mike's wife had passed away after a lengthy illness about four years ago and he still lived alone outside of Boston. My wife asked why he had not come to any of the reunions and he told her that he had hated every day of high school and had no interest in ever seeing any of those people again. He said my wife was one of the hot girls but she was not ever mean and was always nice to him, so he reached out when she posted her new profile pic to let her know she looked hot still.
Of course my wife ate it up, but she had to go to her year book to see who he was for sure since the did not really remember him, other than his name. Mike told my wife he was flying into Tampa on September 14th to visit his ...... and ...... in law and asked if my wife would want to meet him. My wife said yes and they set a time and place to meet on that Friday before Mike had to return home that Sunday. Mike teased that she should wear her bikini so he can untie her stings and finally get to see what is underneath. My wife was off work that Friday, so they made a plan to meet at John's Pass in Maderia Beach, near where Mike was staying. I was working so I was not able to join them.
That morning, my wife packed a beach bag saying Mike may want to walk out on the beach while visiting Florida. I commented that she packed the same black and white bikini she had on in her profile picture. She just rolled her eyes at me and did not respond. She did do her makeup and wore a nice light sundress with her flip flops to meet him for lunch at one of the dockside restaurants. She told me she would be home before I got off work and she kissed me and walked out to the car. With the sun in front of her, I could see the outline and the crack of her ass silouhetted beneath the thin material of her dress. She insisted she was just going to reminisce but I could tell she was aroused at Mikes' sexaul undertones of their sexting exchange. She denied any interests.
While I was at work, I received a text message from my wife. I had wondered if she was home but got busy and did not have time to call or text to see how she was doing. Easiest to share a screen shot of our text exchange.
I arrived home a little after 8 that evening and the house was still dark. I was a little surprised that my wife was not home yet, so I checked her location on the Find My iPhone app. Her location showed she was at the Barefoot Beach Club, in Madeira Beach. It showed her location there for almost three hours so I figured they had returned to the hotel and she was having fun. I was going to text her but I decided to wait and not to bother her.
I finally texted her at 10:47 that night to check to make sure she was ok. Here reply came in ten minutes later and I knew she was fine since she sent me our private code that lets me know she is ok. Something we do just for safetybetween us among a few other things.
Her text read:
"Sorry 😈 i should have let you know i am still here and with Mike. Don't worry about me, 1010 I will be home late and will tell you about my day. Love you!! 💋"
Once she got home, around 3:45 AM she was all excited and giddy. She was in her sun dress again but her hair and makeup was disheveled and there was a large wet mark on the back of her sundress. I smiled at her and commented, "It looks like you had fun."
"Oh god baby, it was so much fun today. I had such a good time. I can't wait to tell you about it." While she talked my wife walked over to her dresser and pulled the sundress off over her head, she was still naked underneath and she grabbed a pair of panties and pulled them on, stopping to put a panty liner in the crotch before pulling them up. My wife lay down in the bed beside me and lay on her side facing me.
A few weeks ago, she posted a profile picture update of her on a Florida beach in a super skimpy black and white bikini with her light long blonde hair blowing in the breeze. She looked absolutely stunning, and many of the guys "liked" her image, but most women did not respond. I teased her that since most of the women she graduated with are overweight and have short, mostly gray hair and pose with their grandkids, they were probably all calling her a "bitch" under their breath.
This is her back view walking down the beach on Fort Desoto Egmont Key.
The picture on her new profile was the front view with her full face and her ample 34 D breasts barely held in the cups. She let her hair down, and it was blowing in the breeze—beautiful Woman on a beautiful white sand Beach.
The night my wife updated her profile picture, she received a messenger request from a guy she barely remembered from school, According to my wife, he was nerdy and socially awkward and she had not ever hung around him. Out of interest, she accepted his messenger request and they exchanged phone numbers to text. The first text Mike sent was "hey, lets get together and I will pull those strings and help you out of that bikini of yours..." My wife laughed and said something about it being in his wildest dreams but they continued texting and it quickly became sexting with them exchanging pictures. My wife was just having a lot of fun, since she had not seen this guy since high school and she insisted he was not anyone she ever gave a second look at.
The reality, was at her last reunion, several class members were no longer here and all of the guys who were hot, the football stars and the jocks had all got fat, lost their hair, and looked like old men according to my wife. Of course, the same fate had besought most the women too save the hair loss. Mike on the other hand, was the fat kid in school, the nerd who excelled in all his classes, wore glasses, and got teased. Now, 41 years later, he possessed a never seen confidence, had not only lost weight, but worked out and looked great with a full head of his own hair.
The sexting continued and my wife seemed to be enjoying their bantering back and forth. Mike teased my wife about being the "hot" girl from school. Mike had apparently got married to a girl from out of town during college and they had four grown children, one of who now lived about 20 minutes from us in Tampa. Mike's wife had passed away after a lengthy illness about four years ago and he still lived alone outside of Boston. My wife asked why he had not come to any of the reunions and he told her that he had hated every day of high school and had no interest in ever seeing any of those people again. He said my wife was one of the hot girls but she was not ever mean and was always nice to him, so he reached out when she posted her new profile pic to let her know she looked hot still.
Of course my wife ate it up, but she had to go to her year book to see who he was for sure since the did not really remember him, other than his name. Mike told my wife he was flying into Tampa on September 14th to visit his ...... and ...... in law and asked if my wife would want to meet him. My wife said yes and they set a time and place to meet on that Friday before Mike had to return home that Sunday. Mike teased that she should wear her bikini so he can untie her stings and finally get to see what is underneath. My wife was off work that Friday, so they made a plan to meet at John's Pass in Maderia Beach, near where Mike was staying. I was working so I was not able to join them.
That morning, my wife packed a beach bag saying Mike may want to walk out on the beach while visiting Florida. I commented that she packed the same black and white bikini she had on in her profile picture. She just rolled her eyes at me and did not respond. She did do her makeup and wore a nice light sundress with her flip flops to meet him for lunch at one of the dockside restaurants. She told me she would be home before I got off work and she kissed me and walked out to the car. With the sun in front of her, I could see the outline and the crack of her ass silouhetted beneath the thin material of her dress. She insisted she was just going to reminisce but I could tell she was aroused at Mikes' sexaul undertones of their sexting exchange. She denied any interests.
While I was at work, I received a text message from my wife. I had wondered if she was home but got busy and did not have time to call or text to see how she was doing. Easiest to share a screen shot of our text exchange.
I arrived home a little after 8 that evening and the house was still dark. I was a little surprised that my wife was not home yet, so I checked her location on the Find My iPhone app. Her location showed she was at the Barefoot Beach Club, in Madeira Beach. It showed her location there for almost three hours so I figured they had returned to the hotel and she was having fun. I was going to text her but I decided to wait and not to bother her.
I finally texted her at 10:47 that night to check to make sure she was ok. Here reply came in ten minutes later and I knew she was fine since she sent me our private code that lets me know she is ok. Something we do just for safetybetween us among a few other things.
Her text read:
"Sorry 😈 i should have let you know i am still here and with Mike. Don't worry about me, 1010 I will be home late and will tell you about my day. Love you!! 💋"
Once she got home, around 3:45 AM she was all excited and giddy. She was in her sun dress again but her hair and makeup was disheveled and there was a large wet mark on the back of her sundress. I smiled at her and commented, "It looks like you had fun."
"Oh god baby, it was so much fun today. I had such a good time. I can't wait to tell you about it." While she talked my wife walked over to her dresser and pulled the sundress off over her head, she was still naked underneath and she grabbed a pair of panties and pulled them on, stopping to put a panty liner in the crotch before pulling them up. My wife lay down in the bed beside me and lay on her side facing me.
