The class reunion was not at all as we thought it would be. Randi was now thirty-seven years old and wasn’t at all satisfied with her accomplishments in life to this point. I was, however, forty-nine, and quite content with our life as we had established it in our thirteen years of marriage.

When we entered the banquet hall in the hotel where the reunion was being held, we both saw that there was absolutely nothing there to make her feel that she was an underachiever. We did meet some of her long lost friends and shared some black and white memories. However, it was really boring listening to the stories of failed business ventures, divorce and pure bullshit. There was just nothing there that seemed to grab our interest.

We decided, early on in the evening, to leave the reunion and find something to do that might peak our interests. The only thing we could really do in Cincinnati, a town that we weren’t familiar with, was to go back to our hotel and have a few drinks in the bar, and that seemed to be fine with the both of us.

There weren’t very many people in the dimly lit bar. One corner held a younger twenty-something couple that seemed to be in their own little world, and on the opposite side of the room sat an older fiftyish looking man by himself.

Recently, Randi and I had talked about exploring things together, sexually, and had discussed it, yet we had never gotten down to the nitty-gritty of discussing the details of what we really might enjoy doing. However, after having a few drinks on this particular evening, we didn’t have to talk too much about playing any extracurricular games. There were just some looks exchanged between us as we talked, and as always when we have a few drinks, sex kept coming up. It just happened that we didn’t have to say anything. So, with nothing but the looks between, there seemed to be an unspoken consent that we would just do whatever we wanted to do on this night.

Randi was dressed fit to kill on this evening, and she’s always the center of attention no matter where we go. She always to attracts looks from others, and tonight was no different. She is a full figured woman with long black, wavy hair, the eyes of an exotic Polynesian girl, and the dark complexion to go along with it. Her voluptuous, and meaty, ass is accented by her small waist and large breasts. Tonight she was wearing a white outfit; a long cotton skirt with a top to match. She looked great.

After consuming a couple of drinks, we struck up a conversation with the older man sitting in the bar. It wasn’t too long before we found out that he was just “hanging out,” and he made it perfectly clear that the thought of sharing our company for a drink sounded good to him.

He, Michael was his name, stood approximately 5′ 9″ with dark hair that was peppered with gray, and a thick mustache to match. He was dressed in business casual clothes. His arms were well cut and he seemed to be in good physical shape, especially for a fifty-something man.

After some conversation and a couple of drinks, Michael excused himself to go to the bathroom. As Randi and I sat waiting for Michael’s return, I wasn’t saying much about anything when Randi asked me if something was wrong. I just chuckled and turned my head, not saying anything.

Randi, knowing me as she does, quickly caught onto my thoughts. She said that she knew where my mind was, as she started laughing, and told me that I was nasty. She then paused and told me that tonight was my night and that we could do whatever I wanted to do, as long as I didn’t let things get too far out of control.

Now, I’m the type of guy that is curious about everything. We had discussed many of my curiosities and the things that I’d like to try. My only problem was that I didn’t want her to think less of me for the things I really wanted to do. But, I let her know that her idea was perfectly fine with me.

After sharing another drink with Michael, and our conversation running along the course of where we worked, lived, and naturally, sexual overtones, I made the offer to our new friend, to have a drink with us in our room. Randi quickly looked over at me as if I were crazy. However, she then gave me a little wrinkle of her nose to let me know that it was okay with her.

The only problem was that we had no alcohol that was ready for consumption. We did bring a bottle of white wine, yet we didn’t chill the bottle before leaving for the reunion. Therefore, if we were going to have a drink, it would have to be warm wine. However, I did have the courtesy of making Michael aware of this before we left the bar. Still he accepted our invitation. After all, from a man’s perspective, I know that if an attractive couple invited me to their room, it probably wouldn’t take me very long to decide to go.

As we entered our hotel room, I immediately walked to, and sat on the edge of the bed. Michael grabbed a seat in the recliner that was sitting by the wall at the foot of the bed. Randi, before sitting down, excused herself and went into the bathroom.

The two of us sat making small talk as we waited for Randi to emerge from the bathroom.