Her First Time

Saturday evening, March 21

I was nervous, scared to be honest. Dani was going out as Alan’s woman, not mine. She was with him, not me. People would be jealous of Alan, not me, something I’d never experienced before. And Dani – wearing that gold dress, practically nothing. She knew that what she was wearing was sexy, but I doubt she realized just how fuckin’ sexy. And then she’d be going home with Alan Ryder, to his bed, not mine. God!

I had no idea where we were going, maybe to Alan’s restaurant? But that’s not what was filling my mind. It was Dani, my Dani, in that dress… in public. How aroused I knew she already was, what it was going to be like, her being Alan’s date, not my wife, watching them together.

He parked in a lot designated for the water taxi, obviously, not going to Alan’s restaurant. Dani and I had seen it when we took that River Walk, what, six weeks ago? God, the changes in our lives in those six weeks!

Alan helped Dani out from the pickup, Dani doing her best to hold her legs together when her dress slid up. Alan held her hand, guiding her to a boat, a big yellow thing, full of people, ‘Pirate Water Taxi’, it was called. Alan held both her hands getting on the boat, telling her, “Steps, careful.”

With her wide open ‘eyes’, it was easy to forget that Dani was totally blind. She couldn’t see all the people staring as we walked between the row of seats, looking for a place for three to sit. It was Saturday evening, nearly April, beautiful, warm weather. The boat was full, probably a couple dozen people, virtually every eye we passed glued to my wife.

The combination of everything that evening; what Dani was wearing (and not wearing), having watched her earlier, the brownie, anticipating what was to come, etc., had me in a state of mind that I’d never been in before. Like Dani had told me about herself earlier, I was so fucking horny!

Dani did her best to hold her legs tight together and crossed, sitting on the boat, but the way her short dress pulled up when she sat left very little doubt as to what she was wearing underneath – above and below, and eyes, especially across the aisle from us were glued to her. Her hard nipples hadn’t abated even a little bit. I couldn’t even imagine what must have been going through her mind, unable to see a thing, just knowing.

It was already dark and if it hadn’t been for the circumstances, I likely would have noticed how pretty everything was with the City lights reflecting off the water. In any other circumstance, I would have had my Fuji, taking dozens of pictures, but that night it didn’t even cross my mind. Gee, wonder why?

We got off the boat at the third stop and began walking down the street. I let Alan and Dani walk ahead of me, Alan holding her hand, because, well – the view; Dani in that dress.

And it was fun watching other people as they passed us going one way or the other, men or women; their heads turning, eyes watching. Dani, of course, not able to see any of it, was oblivious. Or maybe not. She would have known, even if she couldn’t see.

I did hear Alan say to her, “Lots of eyes turning your way, my beautiful lady.”

The walk was crowded, too. Like I said a moment ago, it was early spring, a warm, beautiful evening, and people were out and about.

Alan stopped at a place called ‘Jackson’s Bistro Bar and Sushi’, a beautiful building – semi-circular with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the bay. ‘Elegant’ is the word that comes to mind to describe it. There were several sets of tables and chairs set up outside in addition to the indoor dining. We didn’t even go inside, a hostess met us outside and led us to an outdoor table already set up for three. It seemed as though Alan Ryder was pretty well known, even years after his retirement.

He helped Dani into her chair, then he and I sat around the small, round table, Alan on Dani’s left, me on her right. I was aching to peek under, to see how the view presented itself under the table for people sitting or walking by.

Seeing Dani there with her ‘wide-open eyes’, looking so real, knowing they were fake, not seeing a thing was… strange, to say the least.

There was soft rock music wafting out from inside, with several couples up dancing to the music.

“I think you’ll enjoy this,” Alan told Dani, “seems to me that I remember you enjoying oysters.”

She does, we’ve had it several times over the years, and it’s always been an aphrodisiac for Dani. Pretty much whenever we’ve been out for oysters, the rest of the night has always been very enjoyable. No wonder Alan wanted to bring her here.

“You remembered,” she told him, leaning toward his voice, inviting his kiss, which he was only too willing to provide. Ahh, watching was an aphrodisiac in itself!

“How could I not, after…” he responded. Apparently, there’s a history with oysters, Dani, and Alan from long ago, that she’d never mentioned.

“But first, what would you like to drink?” He asked, directing the question at both of us.

I picked up the menu, scrolling down the drinks, while Alan began to read them off for Dani.

She interrupted, telling him, “I’d like the Passion Fruit Colada, I think. Sounds yummy, tonight.”

I looked at it on the menu, rum, lots of rum, coconut, pineapple. Just what Dani needed, sitting there in her practically nothing.

Alan’s right hand disappeared under the table, and Dani did a rapid intake of breath, letting out a little moan. God, I wanted to be able to see under the table. My poor dick had been busting at the seams all night.

“Good choice,” he said, “I’ll have the same I think.”

Alan looked toward me, “I’m paying here, no argument, order what you want,” he told me.

I glanced back at the menu, scanning the beverages. I’m not an alcohol expert, probably have had less than ten alcoholic drinks in my life. “Sounds fine to me, too,” I answered, more from a desire to know what my wife was drinking.

Alan raised his hand, the same one that had just been underneath the table, and a waiter was immediately at our table, must have been watching, waiting, the perks of celebrity. He gave our drink order, three Passion Fruit Coladas, and the waiter thanked him and left.

“I’ve always liked it here, even before I opened my first restaurant,” he said, scooting his chair a little closer to Dani and rubbing his hand on her bare back. Dani let out little moans of pleasure, dropping her hand under the table. Watching the intimate interaction between my Dani and Alan was almost unnerving. No, not ‘almost’.

“Been thinking of buying a boat,” he said, changing the conversation, “there’s a couple good harbors for private boats. Maybe while you’re here, we should go boat shopping,” he suggested. “You have a river,” he went on, “have a boat?”

“No,” I answered, “talked about it, never been able to afford what we’d have wanted.”

He laughed, “Understand that,” he said, “maybe we could get a big discount for two.”

I doubted that Alan Ryder needed a discount. “Be kind of hard to get it home,” I told him with a little laugh.

Dani spoke, “I… kind of like the idea. Maybe… you could bring it?… you know, if…”

Alan smiled, leaned toward my wife, kissing her again, “I like it, I know just where to look, too,” pulling his lips from hers just long enough.

Our waiter returned with a tray of three drinks. My mind was whirling once again, the possibility of Dani’s lover coming to Kennewick!

The drink was pretty good, kind of like a frozen fruit smoothie, with LOTS of rum. I took a couple sips, then got up to find the restroom, not that I needed to use it, but it was a good excuse to be able to get a look at what everyone else in the outdoor seating area was seeing underneath our table.

I did find the restroom, though, and used it. On the way back to the table, I still couldn’t see because of the stupid tablecloth overhanging the edge. I needed to be lower, maybe sitting at another table looking in our direction. Dani and Alan were in conversation, Alan ignoring where I was and Dani couldn’t see a thing, so I found an empty table, with a reserved sign on it, waiting for another party. I sat, trying not to stare.

Dani’s knees were pressed together, Alan’s hand pressed between her legs between the slit in her dress, directly over her pussy, rubbing up and down, legs exposed all the way up her thighs. This was the view that anyone sitting in front of her had. I glanced around, noticing lots of people looking her direction, obviously seeing exactly what I was.

Seeing my wife sitting there, another man’s big, dark-skinned hand between her legs where the world could see was once again sending my raging hormones into overdrive and I couldn’t imagine what it must be doing to Dani. I’ve learned from experience how much being blindfolded magnifies senses, especially those connected to one’s libido.

I sat watching when Alan whispered something in Dani’s ear. She shook her head, but then let her knees separate a little. He whispered in her ear again, and she let them move several inches apart.

That was when the waiter stopped at our table, tablet in hand, presumably to take our order. I waited just a moment to see if Alan was going to move his hand, but he didn’t, talking to the waiter, just kept up his slow, methodical massaging of Dani’s inner thigh.

I stood and walked back to the table, “Oh, you’re just in time. Stan was taking our order,” giving me a wink of his eye, like he had known exactly what I had been doing. “We both ordered oysters, what about you?” I didn’t miss the implication of that even a little bit.

“Salmon,” I told him, “love salmon.” That brownie and the drink were more than enough aphrodisiac for me, especially considering I knew who wasn’t going to be sleeping with his wife later.

He brought our food several minutes later, and it was every bit as good as I’d anticipated. Not that I tasted the salmon much, watching Alan feeding raw oysters to my wife’s waiting, eager mouth.

We all three went through our drink, ordering another, talking about various things, anything except what was the only real thing on my mind, and probably Dani’s and Alan’s as well. But Alan was making sure she didn’t forget, his hand underneath the table. More than once, Dani grimaced or let out a little, “Ohh,” at what was happening out of my sight under the table.

Our waiter had just served us our desserts, Dani’s key lime pie, Alan’s Crème Brule, and I’m a chocolate cake and ice cream guy. Alan’s hand was underneath the table again and just as Dani was about to take a bite of her pie, let out a moan the people at adjacent tables must have heard. She put down her fork, her hand shaking, and told Alan, “I can’t, no longer, fuck me, Alan, now!” She was trying to whisper, but it didn’t come out a whisper. The couple next to us both looked over with a smile on their faces.

“All in due time, Babygirl.”

She whimpered, her body trembling, voice shaky, “No, now!” Her dainty hand gripped his big one, “Need you… inside me,” squeezing his hand hard “Now. Please!”

Alan looked at her, then stood, taking her hand, leading her… somewhere. I followed along like a little lost puppy dog. Pathetic!

If my poor caged dick had felt trapped before, it was raging then. If it hadn’t been for that little cage, I would likely have come in my pants walking along behind, I was so fuckin’ turned on.

We went inside, down a short hall, to a ‘family’ restroom. Alan didn’t say a word when I followed him and my wife inside. This wasn’t how I’d expected this to happen. My whole body was shaking with… hell, a combination of jealousy, eagerness, fear, my arousal, and other emotions I never even knew existed. My heart rate must have been at least a couple hundred.

Now that we were in a little privacy, Dani went nearly out of her mind. She turned, grasping at Alan’s shirt, pulling him to her, kissing him like she hadn’t been kissed in months, “Oh God, Oh God, fuck me, Alan!” she whimpered when she pulled her lips away.

He turned her toward the wall, pushed her up against it, “Spread your legs, Babygirl”

She did as he told her, hands leaning against the wall, legs spread wide, panting, anticipating, waiting.

Alan pushed his pants and boxers down, both at the same time. I saw the lust for my wife on his face… and in his… God, he was big. Long, fat. I’d almost forgotten just how big. If I hadn’t seen it before, I’d have said there was no way It would fit inside my Dani. I wondered if my lust was as evident. It wasn’t ‘down below’, due to Dani’s creative solution.

Dani was whimpering, her face in agony, even, seemingly, her fake eyes. She’d been pushed beyond the limits of her endurance, like a marathon runner who collapses feet from the finish line.

Alan positioned himself behind my wife, pushing her dress up (not very damned far!) and holding his dick at her pussy lips. He pushed, gripping Dani around her waist.

“Ohhh, God,” Dani moaned, clawing at the wall as Alan Ryder, ex NFL wide receiver, pushed himself inside my wife.

“Ohh, Babygirl, so tight, so good!”

The groans coming from my Dani could probably be heard out where we’d eaten. Her long, gorgeous fingernails she’d so carefully had manicured were trying to scratch a hole through the wall.

I had no idea how long it took for that cock to fully disappear inside Dani’s pussy. This was exactly what I’d come to Tampa to witness. The jealousy felt like a sword cutting my insides out, even as my arousal seemed like it would devour me as that enormous thing sunk into my wife. I’d wondered, could I take it? I had my answer – I had no fucking choice.

I don’t even know if I was breathing. Alan pulled himself nearly out of her, shiny and slick with her wetness, and slammed back into her, lifting my wife, the mother of our children, high school science teacher, completely off the floor. Dani screamed, throwing her head back, her body quivering and wet with sweat, wailing like a lonely wolf on a moonlit night, calling to its pack.

I would have exploded if not for the plastic cage locked onto my groin.

“Ohh, Babe, I’ve been looking forward to this for so long… hate to do this,” slowly pulling his cock out of her, “don’t want cum running down your legs,” as he started to pull his pants up.

“Nooo! Ohgodogodogod, let me come!” Dani screeched. What the fuck! I couldn’t believe what just happened, not finishing after the evening we’d been having. And Dani ― she crumpled on the floor, a trembling, whimpering mass of beautiful femininity.

It was a stark reminder, the power of strong sex, how it could reduce even a strong-willed, independent woman like my Dani into a quivering mass.

She regained her equilibrium and Alan helped her back to her feet. All she could say was a quiet, “Get me home, please!”

Alan didn’t say anything, we just returned to our table, he helped Dani sit back down and then began eating his dessert. Dani’s body was still trembling, her face white. I was shaking as well, shell-shocked at what had just happened.

He picked up Dani’s fork, sliced off a bite of pie, and told her, “Here, take this, it’ll help calm you down.”

She looked toward him, responding, “What, are you serious?” in a squeaky voice that still wasn’t hers.

But she did open her mouth and let him give her a bite, “Only because I like key lime pie,” she said after swallowing it. “Give me the fork and show me where the pie is,” she growled.

I watched in fascination, the interaction between my wife and her lover, like I wasn’t even there.

She groaned again, “Hand out of there! You blew it.” I hadn’t even noticed Alan’s hand disappearing under the table.

“I should tell you about that first time with the combination of brownie and alcohol…”

“Alan…!”

“Hush, Babygirl, your husband will enjoy this.”

“But…”

He let out a little laugh, otherwise ignoring Dani’s complaint, “We were at her parents’, they didn’t know about the brownies she’d eaten earlier or that we had been quite… intimate for some time. It was before dinner, John made himself a drink, I think it was just rum and coke. Anyway, he asked if Dani and I wanted one. Naturally, we both agreed so he made one for each of us.

“After dinner, we were all watching TV, and I felt Dani’s hand on my leg getting closer to my dick.”

I was watching Dani, trying to find her pie, acting like she was ignoring what Alan was saying. The way she was fidgeting, though, and her face turning redder, were a pretty good indication that she wasn’t.

“I still remember Babygirl leaning over and whispering to me how fuckin’ horny she was getting, sitting right beside her parents.

“We had been planning to spend the evening with them, but to be honest, I was feeling pretty much the same as Dani so I told them we were going to take a little drive, and I’d have her home in a few hours.”

He hesitated before going on. Dani scratched at her pie plate, managing to get a little on her fork in her darkness, Alan and I taking a bite as well. The only thing I was thinking was ‘get on with the damned story!’

He finally did, “You know how many times a horny teenager can fuck a sexy girl in the back of a pickup?” I guessed he was asking a rhetorical question, he didn’t wait for an answer, “Neither did I. By the time we found a secluded spot in Columbia Park, Babygirl was already naked… God, she rode my dick in the back of that old pickup. That pickup and mattress were still the best investments I ever made.”

He looked toward Dani, “You remember how many times you came that night, Babygirl?”

She squirmed in her chair, her face bright red, “Eight,” she whispered, then even quieter, “not counting the little ones.”

Alan laughed, “Knew you’d remember,” then toward me, “we fucked for three solid hours, I think every position known to man in the back of that pickup. Her pussy was so full of cum…”

“I really need for us to get back to your house,” Dani interrupted, pleading, “can we go now? Please.”

“I think… yeah, let’s,” he finally agreed. He’d had enough, too. I know I was… damn! How, for twenty-eight years, I never had any clue of any of this, until that weird night.

When Alan stood it was pretty obvious that he was ready to get back to his house, too. He paid the bill, I insisted on the tip, leaving two twenties on the table.

At least Dani could walk again, but was pretty unsteady. Between the walk, the Pirate Taxi, finding the pickup, and the drive back, it was over an hour later when we finally pulled back into Alan’s driveway.

Dani was trembling again when she got out of the pickup holding Alan’s hand. She realized ‘it’ was close, so close. Once inside, Alan pulled her to him and kissed, tongues down each other’s throats, moans and sucking noises filling the room.

My heart was pounding a hole in my chest, realizing that this was going to be the real thing, what I’d been looking forward to the last month, what Dani had been wanting, too, probably a lot more than she’d admitted.

I’d like to say I wasn’t jealous, but damn, it’s hard watching another man kissing your wife like that, especially knowing that in a few short minutes he was going to be fucking her just as hard.

All my doubts came flooding through me, the stone-cold fear, knowing that there wasn’t a fuckin’ thing I could do about it. It was going to happen – and it was going to be epic.

Alan pulled away from her, leaving Dani breathless, “Come, Babygirl, think it’s bedroom time.”

He led her up the stairs and I followed. Dani had made sure he understood that I was going to be there, at least this first time, and he hadn’t voiced any objection to her.

Once in his bedroom, he motioned for me to sit, “Time for a little show, Babygirl, remember that practice strip earlier? This time, the real thing.”

He backed away, leaning against a wall and Dani began to dance, rubbing her body like I’d imagine a stripper might. Don’t know, never seen a real strip show.

“Wait,” he said, “need music.” He grabbed his TV remote, “what kind of music,” he muttered to himself, finally setting his satellite on a soft rock station.

When the music filled the room, Alan leaned back on the same wall, his dick a BIG tent in his pants, “Okay, Babygirl, we’re ready.”

Dani had been nervously flicking her long hair. She began to dance again, moving her body, rubbing herself sensually. God!

Her hands went to her hemline, rubbing up her legs, pulling her dress up.

“You go, girl!” Alan yelled, “take it off!”

I wanted to yell the same thing, but on the other hand, I kind of wanted to be invisible, not even remind her that I was there. Letting her do this for Alan would be hotter. And she was so fucking hot! My dick was straining the strength of that thing

Dani began to lift the hemline, got it to her hips, then dropped it again, teasing, teasing, teasing!

Her hands slowly rubbed up the sides of her body to her tits, pinching nipples and letting out a little moan. Dani’s head was back, looking up toward the ceiling, hands fondling her breasts through the thin material, groans coming from her open mouth.

After a moment, her hands moved up to her neck, to the thin straps holding the dress, trying to find the clips or whatever was holding it in place. Finally, after watching her frustration, Alan stepped over and unclipped the back of the collar, letting the dress fall.

I was squirming in my chair. Just watching Dani would have been hot enough, but knowing that Alan Ryder was watching, too… and he was going to be the one to take her to bed.

Dani’s dress dropped to the floor, leaving her wearing nothing except a necklace, hoop earrings, and gold high-heeled shoes, her nipples hard and pointed. Alan got up, took her hand, and led her over to his bed, what looked like an oversized king bed. It looked big enough for an entire orgy. He helped her lay down, then called me over to help take off her shoes, taking her right foot and motioning for me to undo the left.

My hands were shaking, trying to unstrap what we’d strapped on a few hours earlier. Just the fact that ‘it’ was now imminent was making my task so much more difficult. Well, that and the pungent smell of Dani’s arousal. She was glistening with moisture, anticipating Alan’s cock in a matter of minutes.

I was still fiddling with a strap, fondling her ankle, and running my hand up her leg, when Alan was finished and heading to his dresser. I was curious, watching him pull out several sets of cuffs and straps. He sat down on the bed beside Dani, ran his hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then took her hands in his and quickly snapped a pair of fur-lined cuffs on each of her wrists.

“Alan…” Dani started to… object?

He cut her off, “I know what you like, Babygirl, trust me,” he told her, with a grin on his face, tying the strap to the center of his headboard, then to a hook on the chain connecting the two cuffs, pulling her arms straight out, above her head, tight to the bed.

“Mmmfff,” Dani grunted when he pulled it tight.

“Too tight? It hurt anywhere?” he asked my wife.

She shook her head, “No… just… ”

“Just? What, Babygirl?”

She whimpered, “Just… need you to fuck me!”

“It’s coming, Babe, it’s coming,” as he was attaching a cuff to Dani’s right leg and pulling it tight to the bottom corner then moved to her other leg, doing the same to the opposite corner of the bed so that her legs were spread-eagled, her glistening pussy stretched apart, arms above her head, still blind to the world.

“This is how I’ve been envisioning my girl for a long time. Like you this way for me… but I’ve been thinking,” he turned to me, “I told you that I wasn’t going to share anything but the view – well… changed my mind.”

What? What the fuck is he saying? Dani was lying on his bed, groaning.

“Couple rules… her pussy is mine, no touching; and you keep your clothes on, all of them. Otherwise… her body’s yours to do whatever, till I say.”

My heart rate just tripled again. He’s gotta be kidding, torturing. “Only one rule for you, Babygirl… you don’t let yourself come, whatever else happens is up to your husband… I’m gonna just sit back, watch, and enjoy.”

Fuckkk! He was serious! He just went to the chair and sat, waiting.

I looked at him, then at Dani, my cock about to burst. I sat down on the bed beside Dani, running my fingers over her breast, feeling, pinching her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I don’t ever remember them being quite this hard or pointed.

Dani moaned, and I leaned over, my head next to hers, “You okay, hon? Know I love you, right?”

“Uhuh,” was all she could get out, tilting her head toward me. Her eyes were so fucking spooky, looked so real, lashes, depth, like looking into the depths of her eyes, knowing they were phony and she couldn’t see a thing. I leaned over and kissed her, gently at first, then when her lips opened and I felt her tongue, our kiss grew into something completely different. At the same time, my fingers were stroking her sensitive tit and nipple, hardwired directly to her pussy.

Almost reluctantly, I pulled my lips away from hers and trailed my mouth down her neck to her shoulder, then her chest to her left nipple, sucking it between my lips. Dani moaned, doing her best to thrust her chest up into my mouth. I opened my mouth, sucking her entire breast, running my tongue over her nipple, eliciting more whimpers.

Oh God, I wanted to do more, like push my cock into her wet pussy. At the very least, run my fingers over her smooth skin, feel her slick wetness with my fingers deep inside her. Dani said earlier that she’d had it waxed Wednesday, and I haven’t touched her since, didn’t even know it. That’s what she’d been so nervous about. My body was shaking with excitement, realizing this was my chance, maybe my only chance this whole week before that pussy became Alan’s.

Except I knew she was already his for the week. And that was how I wanted it, torture, though it may be. Tonight, I wanted… wanted Dani to want… need like she never had before. And she already was, I could tell. Yet it wasn’t enough, I wanted more from her; for her to be literally begging to be fucked… and then watch as that monstrous cock disappeared inside her.

I sucked Dani’s tit in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks with the sucking. At the same time, my hand roamed her body, down her tummy to her belly-button and below, tantalizingly close, yet not touching, digging my fingers in at the very apex of her slit, switching my mouth to her other distended nipple.

Dani’s moans were filling the room, her body humping. I switched positions, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, then moving between her legs, how I’ve eaten her pussy countless times over the last twenty-eight years, pushed the pillow under her butt, leaned over her, and sucked her right tit in my mouth once again, released it and slowly moved my mouth down her body

Dani pulled at her restraints to no avail, loud moans and unintelligible noises coming from her mouth.

God, I wanted to move my mouth that last half-inch, press my tongue inside her, feel her baby-smooth lips with my own, taste the sweet juices flooding her pussy. Her hips bucked up to my mouth, the nearly cried word, ‘please’ coming from her mouth. I moved my mouth around to the inside of Dani’s bucking leg, sucking her smooth skin, tasting the woman juices that had escaped her pussy, relishing the odor of her sex.

God, I wanted to suck Dani’s clit in my mouth, feel her orgasm gushing liquids in my mouth. Instead, I felt a tap on my back, Alan right behind me. I realized the look on his face. It was his turn… silently asking me to relinquish my claim on my woman.

He began to release the straps holding Dani’s legs, and I moved aside, taking his place as the voyeur. The time I had been both fearing and looking forward to for so long, the time Dani had been begging for, was now.

“Want you to roll over, Babygirl,” he told her.

Dani groaned and struggled, her arms still tied over her head to the top of the bed. Alan helped her, rolling her over onto her tummy, then said, “Knees up, get ready.”

Dani worked her knees up underneath her, spread apart. My heart was pounding, my stomach in knots, knowing what was seconds away.

While Dani was struggling, Alan took the rest of his clothes off, naked, his dick hard and huge pointing in front of him. I stood, watching as Alan Ryder scooted himself up behind my wife, Dani breathing hard, not able to see anything except total darkness.

He held himself at Dani’s pussy, “Ahh, Babygirl!” as the head of his cock entered her.

God, my heart was pounding! I couldn’t even imagine what Dani must be feeling. But the noises coming from her mouth, the ‘Ohh, Ohh!’ as the inches slowly disappeared inside her.

I couldn’t stop myself, grabbing my dick, squeezing, but feeling nothing except the hard plastic trapping my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking frustrated!

Dani was rocking her body back, at least as much as she could, given that her arms were still tied to the top of the bed, her face cocked to the side, looking straight at me, not seeing, probably no idea I was there, her mouth opening and closing in silent groans

Alan’s cock had slipped inside her, all eight-nine fat inches. He was breathing hard, groaning, sweat on his forehead, gritting his teeth.

Dani’s fingers were clawing, digging into the bed. Alan was inside her, his heavy balls tight to her pussy lips, hesitating, letting her adjust, I guess, her body wet with her sweat, trembling.

“Ahh, Babe, sooo good!” as he slowly pulled his dick out of her, pushing back into her just as slowly.

“Ogod, ogod, ogod!” she moaned, trying to push herself back onto him, “hard, fuck me… please!” pleading, near tears.

Alan’s face was a hard grimace, pushing himself deep inside my wife. “What you want, Babygirl, gotta tell me!”

“Ohh, ohh… can’t… just… please… fuck me… please!”

He pulled out of her again, just the head inside her – and slammed into her. Dani screamed, her head jerking up, then an ongoing wail, her body violently shuddering as Alan fucked her over and over again, those eerie eyes looking straight through me, not seeing.

Alan let out a roar, his hands digging into Dani’s hips; his body straightening, muscles clenching, lifting her off the bed with short, hard jabs, draining his balls into my wife, Dani’s loud, continuous wails filling the room, her body spasming and jerking, wet with sweat.

At that moment, I wanted to rip Alan Ryder’s heart out of his chest. Not from anger, but jealousy. I was so fucking horny! I desperately wanted it to be me draining cum into my wife’s cunt, my ‘want’ of just a few minutes ago long forgotten.

He pulled his cock out of her, wet with their combined juices, still mostly hard, white cum oozing out of Dani’s pussy. She lay still, breathing hard, looking, but not seeing, straight at me, not even knowing I was there. Alan lay down beside her on the opposite side, then after a moment, he unsnapped the handcuffs holding her arms to the bed.

Dani stretched her arms, re-acclimating them from their awkward position, then draped an arm over Alan’s chest, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, “That was fuckin’ awesome!” she whispered.

He chuckled, “Best fuck since… February.” He hesitated, then, “When you’re ready again…”

She kissed him, a long, sensuous kiss, pressing her breasts into his chest. “So tired, need to rest first,” and then wrapped a hand around his sticky cock, not quite reaching all the way around, “just don’t let it go to sleep.”

He laughed again, “Babygirl, he’s not sleeping all week!”

That was how I left my wife and her lover; naked, snuggled together, her hand wrapped around his dick, Dani drifting off to sleep.

I lay on my bed in Alan’s guest room, undressed down to my shorts, trying to go to sleep. No way in hell! I was in misery, the visions of the last hours going through my head over and over again, torturing me. I wanted that fuckin’ cage off my dick. A man can only take so much, like Dani at the restaurant when she reached her limit. I’d planned to leave it on the entire week but had no idea just how intense the need to relieve myself could become.

I needed that thing off like I’d never needed anything before. Problem was the key. It was in Dani’s purse and I had no idea where it was. Probably somewhere in Alan’s bedroom and I didn’t want, couldn’t go back in there right now.

So I suffered, like I had no idea suffering could exist. So tired, yet not able to sleep, I listened… I have no idea how long, hours maybe. I don’t know, I might have even dozed off. You know how it is when you’re lying in bed, half-awake, not able to sleep, and then sometimes you are, if only for a few minutes.

I suddenly became aware of noises coming from the other room. I listened, and It took me a few minutes to realize the noises were female groans, getting louder and louder until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I climbed out of bed and crept back down the hall to the open door of Alan’s bedroom. There was no light except moonlight and a little bit of reflected street light coming through the patio door.

The sexual need had dissipated a little with my hours of restlessness but was back in full force seeing Alan on top of my wife, driving himself in and out of her, her legs wrapped around his waist.

I watched for what seemed an eternity. Every so often, Alan would thrust inside her, then pause, maybe a minute or so before resuming his fucking again. The man was nearing fifty, not the teenager who’d fucked his girlfriend for hours in the back of his truck that night, making her come… eight times. Yet, he still seemed… indefatigable.

I groped my dick, the frustration of finding nothing except hard plastic causing a loud groan to escape my mouth. Fortunately, both Dani and Alan were preoccupied enough to not have heard. I vowed to myself to be more careful, to control my emotions, hard as it might be.

They were still fucking, the cacophony of noises from both nearly driving me mad. Somehow, I HAD to relieve myself, get that fuckin’ thing off my dick, find that purse!

But I couldn’t tear away from that doorway, watching the big black guy driving his cock so fuckin’ deep into my wife. Dani’s groans had turned to screams, she was orgasming, her body stiff, hips lifting up off the bed trying to get him even deeper inside her, and then when Alan’s body straightened and shuddered, my wife let out a blood-curdling scream that the neighbors must have heard.

I stepped back, dizzy with the rush of blood from my head, all of it going to pressing my dick against its confines. I caught myself on the wall before I collapsed in the hallway. I had to find that fuckin’ key!

I went downstairs, hoping maybe Dani had left her purse in the living room, then when I saw Alan’s truck in his driveway through the big picture window, my heart sunk. I remembered, that’s where she’d left her purse when we got home from ‘dinner’. The only keys to unlocking at least some of my misery were locked inside Alan’s big Ford.

I climbed the stair and back to my room, pausing to peek into the master bedroom one more time. I hadn’t wanted to but couldn’t stop myself. Dani was sprawled out on top of Alan, their lips together in what was going to be a long, drawn-out, passionate kiss. I watched maybe a minute or two before returning to my bed, lying there, wide awake, staring at the dark ceiling, the rest of the night.

What the fuckin’ fuck had I been thinking? Was I witnessing the destruction of our marriage? You know how every fear is amplified when you can’t sleep. Well, that was more than the case with me.

Thankfully, it did finally begin to get light out. With the light, a little more sanity returned – or maybe the perpetual insanity is a better description. I remembered the fear flying home from Tampa that first time without Dani, then her coming home and allaying those fears completely. The same would happen this time, I knew. Dani wasn’t doing anything I hadn’t expected and wanted her to do, had gone out of my way to perpetuate. We were fine, she was enjoying her lover exactly like I’d hoped she would.

It was just… I dunno, but wanting ahead of time and then seeing are two completely different things. And this was the first night only, I had damn well better get fuckin’ used to it! Like I heard Alan say last night, his dick wouldn’t be going to sleep any time this week. Things are different in the daytime, I was already looking forward to whatever might happen that day. And the urgency of finding that key had passed, too. Matter of fact, I was glad I hadn’t found it last night, still horny, but manageable – the way I wanted to be. Matter of fact, I was going to tell Dani to put the key somewhere I wouldn’t be able to find it, knowing the temptation would be too strong. Besides, I was starting to think that taking that control completely away from myself, giving it to Dani, would be kind of exciting – a thrilling, electrifying agony.

I dressed, then went downstairs looking for something to drink. There, in the refrigerator, was a big pitcher of ice-cold tea. I wondered if Dani had told Alan and he’d made that just for me. Kind of hoped so. Anyway, I found a glass in a cupboard, filled it with crushed ice, then tea. He had my sweetener, Stevia, on the counter, too. Dani must have told him.

I sat at his dining table, thinking that Dani and I should get one like it, solid dark oak, beautiful. I checked the day’s weather on my phone – clear skies, eighty-four later, sixty-nine tonight. There was something to be said for living in Florida. Home would be nice, too, probably, but not like this. I checked – rain, cold. No, definitely not like this.

I checked my Facebook to see if there were any messages, scrolled down through it, not finding anything interesting, then the news. Depressing.

How many times had he fucked my wife?

I’d been downstairs maybe fifteen minutes when I heard noises from upstairs and looked as Alan led the still blind Dani down the stairs. She was wearing a blue, silky, button-up shirt, way too big for her, obviously one of his. No bra, Dani’s prominent little nubbin nipples making themselves known. No idea if she had anything else down lower. Seeing her like that, wondering what they might have just done, brought back that sharp pain and pleasure of feeling my dick stiffening, trying to expand in its plastic cage, my lust not restrained in the least.

“Morning, sleep okay?” Alan asked when he saw me sitting at the table.

I lied, “Perfect, thank you,” then to my wife, “Good morning, Daniella,” I rarely called her Daniella anymore, only in times of rather extreme… emotional times.

She smiled, “Good morning, sweetheart… enjoy last night?” she asked me.

I couldn’t help but smile, last night was… let’s just say… memorable. I nodded, temporarily forgetting that Dani couldn’t see me, “I did… appeared that you did, too,” I answered.

She turned, snuggled in to the man beside her, tilting her face up to him in a kiss, then, “Hope to enjoy the day, too,” she said.

“I see you found the ice tea your wife so generously suggested I make,” then to Dani, “Coffee…?” he smiled, “… tea or me?”

She scooted away, “Show me the sink, I want to wash my hands.” Alan led her to the sink, helping her find the faucet control for the water then stood behind her as she rinsed her hands, groping around to find a bar of soap.

While Dani groped behind the sink, looking for the soap, Alan snuggled up behind her, undid one of the buttons on the shirt, reached his hand inside cupping her breast, and nibbled on an ear.

I mentioned my dick straining earlier, it was in full force now, watching Alan with my wife’s bare nipple between his fingers, tongue reaching into her ear, Dani’s head to the side, a moan coming from her lips.