Facebook announced a reunion for my year-out classmates, which took place twenty-five years after we graduated.

I had not kept in touch with many people and did not live near the school or reunion site, but I still decided to attend.

I made hotel reservations in the town and announced my intention to attend; my wife was unable to join me due to work obligations.

Upon seeing Karen, I recognised her immediately. We had dated in sixth grade, and at that time, she was the school's most attractive girl, attracting the attention of all the hot-blooded students.

At the time, Karen was attractive, but she also had bit of snobbery, and my mother did not like how rude and stuck-up she was.

On the other hand, I liked Karen's mother more than I did Karen because she was a MILF, hot, gregarious, had a killer figure, and had an arsehole for a husband.

When I dated Karen, I never got past first base. She let me play with her breasts and remove her bra, but that was the extent of our relationship, and she showed no interest in my trouser snake.

After a few weeks, we simply drifted apart, and I met other, less cold girls.

I kept seeing her mother to stay in touch, both at her home and at the town store where she worked, but we never exchanged anything except a Christmas kiss.

Twenty-five years later, Karen had lost weight, but she was still extremely attractive and sexy in her short dress with a low neckline that flaunted her enormous cleavage and gorgeous long, thin legs. She had never been overweight.

I was introduced to Karen's husband, Roger. I remembered him from our school year as one of the bookish nerds who was teased and never showed any interest in the girls.

Together, they had amassed enormous wealth working in the oil business all over the world; they were childless.

I did not really interact with many people at the reunion. I was looking forward to seeing other ex girlfriends just to see how they looked now and was keen to hook up with Patricia the first girl who let me touch her naked breasts and Beverley who I went skinny-dipping with and gave me my first blowjob, but they were a no-show.

I stayed with Karen and Roger instead and realised at the end of the night that we were all using the same taxi service and hotel.

Roger asked if I would like to spend the rest of the evening in their suite, which had a fully stocked minibar since I only had a single room when we arrived at the hotel.

I was happy to have a few drinks and spend time with Karen, so I agreed.

I said, “I am just going to freshen up and slip into some shorts, if that is okay?”

Roger accompanied me so he could escort me back to their suite. His snobbery revealed itself as soon as we entered my room: "This is small., he said.

"It is big enough for one night," I stated.

Roger merely laughed and said, "We can jump into the hot tub on the balcony if you have any trunks on."

“Hot tub, how does the other half live?” I quipped.

Since I was without any, I put on my cycling shorts, a T-shirt, some baggy shorts, and flip-flops. We rode the lift to their suite after grabbing a big towel.

The suite was as large as my home, with an enormous hot tub bubbling away on the balcony.

Karen had thrown away her dress and was wearing a black hold-up stocking and a red lace teddy underneath a black silk wrap. With her legs tucked under her and her cleavage more prominent, she was sprawled out on an enormous sofa.

Upon our arrival, Roger shared his thoughts about relaxing in the hot tub with Karen, who agreed but insisted on catching up and having a few drinks before changing.

We spoke about her mother, who had remarried a younger man after divorcing her dull father years earlier. She also showed me a recent photo of her mother, who was still quite striking and charming.

Roger was skinny and pitiful, and he reminded me of a typical wimp who was controlled by his wife. After a few drinks, he vanished and reappeared ten minutes later, dressed in baggy, retro swimming shorts.

We were not allowed to use the tub until Karen gave her permission, as she was the more domineering partner in their relationship.

I thought Karen would take off and change, but instead she just slowly and sensually rolled her silk stockings down her legs, capturing my attention. Roger did not seem to mind at all; I was enthralled.

Then she removed the robe, and I could not take my eyes off of her. Her large, firm breasts, her perfectly manicured pubic hair, and her transparent, red lace teddy caught my attention.

When I took off my t-shirt and shorts, I could not conceal the bulge in my cycling shorts. Karen saw my situation and remarked, "So that is why they called you snake." grinning broadly and chuckling a little at me.

After we settled in, the three of us slipped into the hot tub's bubbling, swirling water and shared a bottle of champagne.

I took a seat across from Karen so I could watch her enormous breasts, which were far larger than what I remembered from all those years ago. I felt an uncomfortable erection in my tight shorts as her breasts, which were right on the waterline, jiggled and wobbled about her erect nipples and fat pointed in my direction.

Karen proposed that we all get naked after we had been in the tub for about twenty minutes and had finished our second bottle of champagne. Since we had known each other for years, it felt appropriate.

Karen threw away her teddy first, and then Roger with his needle dick. I hesitated at first, but Karen encouraged me to take off my clothes, so I did, and we were all nude.

Roger was a total wimp, Karen was stunning and very attractive, and me, with my gym body and nine inches of erect fat cock, were all looking great.

Roger was awkward and gangly and did not contribute much, but overall, it was a nice and laid-back conversation.

I was feeling so at ease that I did not realise Karen was getting closer until I felt a hand encircle my cock and she let out a gasp.

"Are you okay, Karen?" enquired Roger.

With a sly smile, she replied, "Nothing I cannot handle." Shrouded in bubbles and whirling water, she ran her hand over my cock.

Roger decided he could take no more and left to take a shower and change, leaving me to cup Karen's breasts while she held onto my cock and gently pumped it.

We heard the bathroom door open as Karen turned her back on me and prepared to press her pussy against my erection. Her pussy lips had touched my cock and entry was imminent when she stood up.

She abruptly stopped, got out of the hot tub, wrapped a towel around herself, and said, "Later," before walking away. She was gorgeous, and her nude form was a work of art.

As she went to the toilet, she talked to Roger who was seated on a sofa. I wrapped the towel around myself and waited for my turn, until Karen emerged from the bathroom, fully nude beneath the silk robe. Her robe hung loosely around her as she walked past me; her breasts were amazing, rising and falling in perfect harmony.

I took a quick shower, wrapped my damp towel around my waist, and went back to the sofa area to meet up with Karen and Roger. When I walked in on them, I was completely taken aback to see that Roger was sitting with his legs spread wide open against an arm and Karen was kneeling on the sofa between them, her erect cock in her mouth. He was getting a blowjob from her as she moved her lips up and down his length. Roger supported her rhythm by placing his hand on her head.

Her adorable, gorgeous arse was in the air, and her lustful, pussy lips begged to be licked. It was an erotic moment to watch, as her tiny, well-manicured feet wiggled as she enjoyed sucking her husband.

Roger saw my cock and blurted, "It is huge; she will never manage that!" as I moved behind Karen, dropped my towel, and gave myself a little pump. Is it possible for me to touch it?"

No guy has ever touched my cock before, and I am not even curious or bi, but I figured why not?

Roger extended his hand and wrapped his fingers around my pole as I drew nearer to him. This struck me as strangely sensual; he pumped it and said, "It is massive."

"See how you like having a cock stuck in your mouth?" was the next thing I said, and I have no idea why. I was surprised when, as I pulled his head in the direction of my cock, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around it. There were barely a few inches in his mouth when he began to bob up and down on it and pump my cock with his hand.

I withdrew from his mouth after a short while, stepped behind Karen, and asked, "Do you mind?"

Karen opened her legs to make room for me, and Roger gave me a nod of approval.

After she parted her lips, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She was so wet that it was easy for me to get inside of her, and the sensation was enhanced by how tight she was. I gently pushed as my cock entered her love tunnel.

Roger was ready to fill Karen's mouth based on the look on his face as she continued to blow him without missing a beat.

After a while, I quickened the pace and shortened the strokes, giving her a powerful orgasm at the same time that Roger filled her mouth. I started making love to her with more than six inches inside of her. She moaned with the pleasure I was giving her.

Karen had her second, even bigger orgasm, which caused her to clamp her pussy lips around my cock and try to strangle it as I emptied my balls inside her. Shot after shot struck the back of her pussy, causing her to finally let Roger's limp cock drop out of her mouth. Karen had continued to suck Roger until she had sucked and swallowed every last drop, all the while pushing her pussy harder onto my cock as I plunged in and out.

I told Roger to move as I pulled out of Karen’s pussy and replaced him on the sofa and rammed my dripping cock into her mouth, holding her head in place until I was ready for her to stop.

I told Roger to push his limp cock into her even though it was not hard, but because he was small, it just would not go in, and all he did was prod her pussy with it. Roger was pumping his limp cock in the hopes of getting another erection, but that was not happening.

Karen gave me a worried look for a moment before grinning and saying, "I have never been fucked like that before," when I finally let her up for a breath.

"Now is your chance to ride me; I am not done yet."

After giving Roger a glance, Karen straddled me and lowered her dripping pussy onto my cock. From there, she took control and rode me at her speed. As she slid up and down on my erect cock, she quickly experienced her third orgasm.

While Karen was riding me and complaining that her legs were hurting, Roger just sat back and pumped his cock, which was slowly coming to life.

"Roger, get your cock in her mouth again," I said as I lifted her and switched places with her, making love to her once more.

As Roger moved to stand next to her, Karen turned her head and moaned loudly as she experienced another orgasm. Roger then pushed his cock into her mouth with more force than before, pumping her mouth.

When I saw, that Roger was prepared to shoot his load once more and I was almost as well, I told him to wank his cock and shoot his load in her face. I then joined him, and we both came in buckets all over her face, in her mouth, in her eyes, and covering her hair.

As the last few drops dribbled out of us, Karen took turns sucking our cocks, leaving her with ample opportunity to suck us dry.

She licked us while we both groped her tits. We all had a great time, had to take another shower, and were covered in sex juices and semen.

That night, Roger matured and picked up some new skills that I hope he keeps using.

The next morning, after giving me a great tit job and letting me shoot my load over them, Karen and I had another session of lovemaking. Roger was tired and had slept through. Karen said I was too big and would not allow anal sex.

We broke up, promising to get together again, but we never did.