“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 shirt’s buttons, 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.
She turned, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him, mouth open, tongues tangling, until Alan lifted her, setting her on the counter next to the sink.
Alan backed away, looking at her, sitting there, legs spread apart. I had the answer to the question I wondered earlier; Dani was wearing nothing at all under the shirt – top or bottom.
He unbuttoned her shirt, pushing it open, “Ahh, Babygirl, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said, pushing his pants down, bare underneath, same as Dani. God ― so big!
Okay, the pride here, in my wife, more than offset the feelings of jealousy. That this guy, this superstud, how he thought my wife was beautiful (not that she wasn’t)!
He moved closer, took a nipple in his mouth, just the nipple, teasing. She likes it when I suck her whole tit in my mouth. Dani arched her back and moaned. He pulled her off the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist, and… impaled my wife with that big dick inside her.
Both groaned. I noticed quite vividly that he didn’t have to gradually work his cock into her like before, he just slipped inside her, all the way to his balls.
I was still in the dining room, separated from the kitchen and the couple by a bar, about to move my horny body into the kitchen when Alan carried my Dani, like that, to his oak dining table and set her on it, his cock still deep inside her.
“Ahh Babygirl, you feel so good to an old man!”
And as I’m standing there, right next to them, totally unknown to Dani, he begins to pull his dick out of her, inch-by-inch, seeming to go on forever, slippery-looking, wet with Dani’s juices. How he fits inside her…? God, my resolve about this cage thing from a few minutes ago was already wavering – exactly why I need to be sure Dani has the keys safely hidden away. I have no willpower.
“Alan!” Dani screeches, as he pulls up his sweats and she realizes that he’s not going to fuck her.
She’s not as desperate as the night before when he did the same thing in that restroom, but still…
“I like the feeling of being a little randy during the day, especially my woman,” he said with a big smile on his face, “should make all of us that way,” looking toward me, too. Yeah, no doubt!
Dani was groaning, sitting on the kitchen table, her legs spread and that waxed pussy swollen with her excitement. Alan helped her down and into a chair beside mine. I didn’t want to say anything, remind her I was there. Dani sat with her elbows on the table, resting her head on her palms, little groans emanating from inside her.
“Breakfast in just a few minutes; sourdough pancakes and homemade maple syrup,” he said, “same as we serve in the restaurants, my recipes.”
His pancakes were wonderful, unlike any I’ve ever had. Not that pancakes were uppermost in my mind.
He helped Dani with the first couple bites and she managed from there, already learning to negotiate without her sight. She occasionally was picking up a forkful of nothing, but for the most part had at least a little pancake.
“Something I realized,” Alan said, “you can’t get sourdough pancakes in a restaurant, they’re all buttermilk… except in mine. We use real sourdough; pancakes, cinnamon rolls, fresh-baked bread, lots of things. So much better. Been a goldmine,” he said.
Well, he was right about the pancakes. Being good, that is.
But it was a little hard to be attentive to pancakes when my Daniella was sitting across the table from me dressed in nothing except a white shirt, single button done up, nothing underneath it, Alan’s cock inside her on this very table less than ten minutes ago. That’s all kind of distracting.
“April’s going to be over in a little while, help you with your makeup this morning, Babygirl,” he told Dani, “be kinda hard for you.”
We finished eating, Alan helped Dani find the couch, and I helped clean off the table. “You’re a lucky man,” he told me as I was rinsing off plates, “I’ve never found another woman like her… set the bar pretty high,” he said.
I nodded my agreement, “Thank you, I think she’s pretty special, too,” I agreed. It seemed kind of weird talking this way about my wife to the guy who was going to be sleeping with her and fucking her for the next week.
The doorbell rang about the time I was washing the table off. Alan had finished the kitchen cleanup and had just gone in to sit with Dani. He answered the door and a very bright, cheery, young lady came in wearing a short, flowery skirt and matching silky blouse; long, flowing coal-black hair flowing down her back nearly to her waist. She’s tall, several inches taller than Dani’s five-feet-four, her sexy legs going on forever until hidden under that short skirt.
Last night when April was here, guess I was a little preoccupied and hadn’t noticed how pretty she was. Of course, she had been dressed in more of a business suit, with her hair up in a bun, too, and didn’t have that cheerful smile on her face.
“Brownie anyone?” Alan offered a plate with four of his ‘specialties’ from the night before, the ones laced with marijuana for one reason only; to enhance one’s libido.
“You want to come with me, hon,” she asked my wife. Dani got up and once again, April led her upstairs to Alan’s bedroom., both taking along one of Alan’s brownies. Watching Dani walking in nothing except that shirt, barely long enough to cover her, was… wow! At home, I probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but here, totally different. At least this time, I knew what was happening.
Alan had sat in his recliner, the one I’d avoided last night. I sat on the couch. “You and Dani have talked about a boat?” he asked.
I nodded, “Uhuh, always wanted to learn to ski. Seems like a waste with the river right there.”
So the next ten-fifteen minutes, we talked about boats. He’s looking for something a little bigger and fancier than Dani and I would be. “You want to go take a look later? Think I could get you a lot better deal than you’d be able to at home.”
I agreed, telling him it sounded like fun.
After that, he flipped a switch and a HUGE screen lowered down from a box at the ceiling, covering a complete wall, at least fifteen feet wide, floor-to-ceiling, probably eight feet. I was totally amazed, never seen anything like it, didn’t even know such a thing existed. And then when he turned it on! Son. Of. A Bitch! It was a television screen, more vivid and lifelike than anything I’d ever seen. I knew that TVs were getting pretty damned elaborate and you could get them big, but this? I stared, wide-eyed.
“Pretty cool, huh?” he said, “had it installed last year, a present to myself, sound system, too.”
The picture on it looked like ‘Dishscapes’, we have it, nature videos, like a super elaborate GIF; a flowing stream in fall, complete with the nature sounds. But his was… like being there, the flowing water and animal sounds coming from all around us. “I like it,” I told him, looking around to see if I could see where the speakers were. Dani and I have been to lots of theaters, nothing like this living room. As I watched, a rainstorm started, thunder rolling. I looked outside; bright, clear-blue skies. God!
Alan was up, hooking his laptop to a control panel. “Watch a video after my girl gets back,” he explained as he sat back down.
‘His’ girl! A stark reminder what Dani and I were here for, not to ogle at his ‘wall’.
“April is very much ‘bi’,” he said out of the blue, “might be trying to seduce someone upstairs. Told her okay with me, long as she didn’t…”
“Touch her pussy… it’s yours, I know,” finishing his sentence. God, I’d love to go upstairs, peek, see what was happening in that room.
Alan smiled, nodding his head.
My mind was still reeling, my Dani, horny, upstairs, alone in a bedroom, wearing virtually nothing with a very pretty young woman who was more than likely right that moment doing… what? A few minutes ago, I’d thought it was just makeup. Now though, after what Alan said, the visions of what I hadn’t seen in our bedroom that night filled my brain. This time, though, there was a face to attach to the vision, my dick pressed hard against its entrapment.
The scene changed, a mountain lake, tall peaks in the background. My mind saw Dani and April making love on the shore of that lake.
My heart was pounding with the visions floating through my mind.
And then… another vision, no idea why it suddenly came to me, maybe because of my imagination, seeing Dani and April laying together on the bed. I looked over at Alan, “That night… homecoming night… you and Dani, you were laying on your sides facing each other. It’s why I remembered the birthmarks… she traced it with her finger, said, the exact words, ‘love your birthmark, so sexy.’ You rolled on your back, showed her the other one, said how much you hated them… she straddled your waist, the third time you fucked… was after that I left.”
He stared at me, mouth agape, not saying a word. I know, that night simply couldn’t have happened… except it did. I knew things that I couldn’t have known.
It was shortly after that, Dani came down the stairs, followed by April. She’d changed; hair gleaming, fresh lipstick, eyes looking like they had the night before, maybe even better. Still just as blind, though.
Dani had also changed her clothes, from the white shirt to a short, slinky, black satin teddy; a deep ‘V’ between her breasts, sheer with just as sheer panties.
It’s the sort of thing Dani wore after we were married, those first years of lust between husband and wife. But now? For another man! Her tits swayed as she stepped closer, pointed nipples broadcasting her arousal.
Alan stood, gave Dani a hug, telling her how beautiful she was, then to April, “You busy, we were just about to put on a video, stay and watch with us?”
She smiled, looked at her watch, opening her arms in an ‘I’m free’ gesture, “Sure, have a while, love to stay a little longer.”
“Wonderful,” he said.
April sat down on the couch on my left, Alan on my right, Dani opposite him on his right.
God, April smelled good. She put her hand on my leg, whispered in my ear, “Dani told me how she knows Alan, all the details. I think what you two are doing is so much fun… so…”
“Babygirl, you show your husband that video on your phone?” Alan asked Dani, interrupting April’s whisper.
Dani had a rapid intake of breath like she was surprised, not so happily, “No,” she admitted, “…couldn’t.”
He smiled, “Lucky, then, I made my own,” and gave Dani a little tug, getting her to stand and move, sitting back down on his lap, facing the ‘wall’, which was still showing the huge mountain lake scene, where only a moment ago, my mind had seen Dani and April on the shore, making love.
Dani was right beside me, sitting on Alan’s lap, her leg brushing against mine, wearing nothing except that Teddy. My heart was pounding, feeling Dani’s leg against mine, and what might be on this video, not to mention the sexy girl on my left.
Alan clicked his remote, and the ‘wall’ changed from the tranquil mountain. My breath caught, Dani filling Alan’s entire wall, fifteen feet wide, laying on Alan’s bed, legs straight up, wearing that strait-jacket-collar-leg-harness contraption. I knew what to expect – he’d sent that outfit and harness home with her and we’d had a lot of fun with it.
I glanced at Dani, beside me. She was oblivious to what we were seeing on the screen since she couldn’t see it. I don’t know if she even realized the kind of TV Alan had, either. It’s something she likely would have mentioned if she had.
Like I said, Dani was oblivious to what was on the screen, the picture of her naked legs up in the air. Until, that is, Alan’s voice came through that speaker system, filling the whole room, ‘Come around here, you can get a better idea,’ and the picture panned to the side a little showing a young, black couple moving to the end of the bed, where they had a perfect, closeup view of Dani’s pussy, still somewhat hidden by the fact she was holding her legs together. The crotchless bodysuit she was wearing sure as hell wasn’t hiding anything.
That was when Dani’s face turned white and her hand went to her mouth in a state of shock, “Oh my God!” she groaned, “I didn’t know… you were videoing?”
Dani was looking all around, not seeing a thing, all she knew was what she’d been doing when those words had been spoken, holding her legs together, trying to hide her most private part.
The real Dani, on Alan’s lap, was visibly shaking. She would have had a pretty good idea what we were seeing, using her imagination to fill in the void from the darkness. I had a pretty good inkling what that was like from the night she’d tied me to the chair, blindfolded, and proceeded to make love with some woman right in front of me where I could hear, but not see, every move.
She also knew that this wasn’t some sexy porn star who was the star of the show, it was herself.
Alan had stepped back with his camera, showing the young black couple watching as Dani couldn’t hold her legs up any longer, letting them spread wide, then zoomed in on her pussy, shaved bare, spread wide, totally exposed by the opening in the bodysuit pulled open.
Dani was shaking, her face white, the guy on screen asking, ‘Can I feel?’ The Dani on screen was blindfolded with the ball-gag in her mouth. She grunted, Alan saying that she’d said ‘yes’. Didn’t sound like a ‘yes’ to me, just a grunt.
The young guy’s fingers pressed inside Dani. God! Dani, on the screen jumped, a groan coming from her mouth. My heart was pounding as I glanced toward the real Dani on Alan’s lap. He had one hand inside her teddy massaging a breast, the other between her legs. I remembered the brownie, maybe part of the reason I was so god-damned-fucking horny! How the hell would it be affecting Dani, already horny from that half-fuck earlier and Alan’s fingers now? Not to even mention knowing what we were all watching.
I glanced back at the screen, the fingers between Dani’s legs had been replaced with the back of the guy’s head, loud moans from the video filling the room. More moans from right beside me, then April whispering in my ear, “I wanted to taste her… but those tits, mmm…”
I looked at April, sitting beside me, looking back at me, running her tongue seductively over her lips. She put her hand over mine on my leg, wrapped her fingers around it, and moved it onto the inside of her leg, pressing upward just a little. OGod, OGod, OGod! If my dick hadn’t been straining inside that cage before…!
I didn’t know what the fuck to do; Dani on the screen being eaten by a guy she had no idea what he looked like, Dani on Alan’s lap squirming and moaning as his hands massaged her tit and pussy, April encouraging me to… oh shit!
She pressed my hand up her leg! Then whispered in my ear, “You and your wife make me so horny!”
I couldn’t catch my breath. I wondered if this plastic thing was stout enough, I was pressing against it so hard. I closed my eyes for just a moment, and when I reopened them, Jerry, yeah – that’s what Dani said his name was, Jerry was fucking my wife. She was grunting with every one of his thrusts, much as a girl can with a rubber ball stuffed in her mouth, her legs held wide apart, Jerry pounding his cock inside her.
The present-day Dani, sitting on Alan’s lap, had her mouth open, panting, thrusting her chest out to Alan’s hand, humping his other. We’d all eaten one of Alan’s brownies, laced with his marijuana aphrodisiac, not that it was needed, but damn… my libido was sure as hell red hot! Pretty obvious Dani’s was, too.
I moved my hand up April’s leg, felt her panties with the tip of my little finger. She squirmed, pushing her legs a little further apart, which also pushed her skirt up a little higher on her hips. Damn, it had been so long! And this girl was so fuckin’ sexy!
And while all this was going on between April and me, Dani was still on that screen, legs spread far apart, ‘Jerry’ sucking her pussy in his mouth, both the sucking noises and Dani’s grunts filling Alan’s living room. God! I didn’t know whether to watch Dani on screen or Dani right beside me. Alan had her teddy completely up over her waist rubbing his hands up and down her body with occasional flicks on her nipples, her moans not nearly as loud as from the sound system, but still…
Then Jerry was fucking my Dani! I couldn’t believe it. Alan had zoomed his camera in and Jerry’s dick plunging in and out of Dani’s pussy was filling that giant screen. Pretty obviously, too, Dani knew what was on screen from the sounds and was rocking back and forth on Alan’s lap, remembering.
I realized that I’d subconsciously pressed my hand hard against April’s panties. It was a sensory and emotional overload to the point that I could hardly breathe. My dick was throbbing, partly from pressing so damned hard inside that cage and partly from needing to come. I have never felt like I was feeling then. My resolve of earlier, wanting to ask Dani to hide the key was rapidly waning, my whole fucking body shaking from need. I had a pretty damned good idea how Dani had felt in that restroom last night.
And April! She had her hand on mine, pushing it into her silky panties. Pressing, pressing, pressing my fingers over her panties into her pussy lips.
She leaned over, her tongue tickling my ear, “Your wife’s fingers felt so good in there, want yours, too.”
I’ve never… except Dani… and Jenny that night. But a woman I’ve just met? And with that cock sliding in and out of my Dani spread across that whole goddam wall!
She’d let up the pressure on my fingers, so I moved them just a little. Her panties were tiny, maybe just a thong? My fingers were under them, feeling her bare skin, naked skin, inside her slit. I felt like that cage was going to burst from the pressure. God, I wanted it gone! And yet… I didn’t…
Her pussy was so wet. Dani’s knee pressed into my leg on the other side, Alan’s hand was inside her panties, too. I watched Alan’s fingers rubbing up and down Dani’s slit, moans coming from her… until fingers disappeared inside her, the loud gasp.
“Mmm, she’s so wet,” Alan said, “just how I like her… wet and slippery.” Dani’s moans were becoming more and more, her body reacting to his fingers.
My fingers slipped right inside April. I said it before, but have to again – sensory overload!
“You shouldn’t have left our bedroom last night… we were just getting started,” he said, “seems your wife likes to fuck… even more than in high school.”
My breath was coming in mostly gasps… remembering… imagining.
The scene on the wall had switched. To what Dani had described to me, that I had thought she’d been making up, Dani, now completely naked except for the blindfold and ball in her mouth, sitting on Jerry’s lap. He was sucking her tit in his mouth. Alan’s camera had become still, pointed at Dani. I could hear him and the other woman, occupied together, but still, the star was my wife.
I pushed my fingers in and out of April’s squishy pussy. So… Hell, I didn’t even know what, my mind wasn’t working so well. So… Goddam, I wanted it to be my dick!
Alan had pulled his hand out from under Dani’s panties and was feeding her his fingers, letting her lick and suck her juices off them.
I didn’t know how much more I could take, between Dani beside me, April squirming under my own fingers, and the Dani on Alan’s big screen.
And then Dani lifted herself just a little off Alan’s lap, letting him slide her thong down her legs… right before she was on her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants. On the wall she’d slid her pussy down onto Jerry’s cock. She was fishing Alan’s out of his pants, her fingers trembling, Sonofabitch, how can a man be that big? Dani’s mouth barely fit over the head, her hand wrapped around it, holding it up straight. My wife, inches away, sucking Alan’s big, black dick!
I couldn’t breathe… again! April whispering in my ear, “I want to do that to you.”
I could barely think, let alone talk, “I… I…,” trying to tell her… what… that I couldn’t – she couldn’t? God, there was nothing I wanted more in that instant. Dani gagged, Alan’s cock at the back of her throat.
She pressed something in my hand, the one whose fingers weren’t inside her pussy, “She gave it to me… said you might want it.” I looked… the key!
I couldn’t fuckin’ believe it! “Use the bathroom, just… hurry,” April said.
I looked at her, that look on her face, God, she was pretty… and looked so… licking her red lips. On Alan’s wall was Dani, about three times lifesize, kissing Jerry, bouncing on his lap. Beside me, she was licking Alan up and down, her lips open wide.
I practically ran to the bathroom, my fingers shaking so badly I couldn’t get my pants undone. I had to rest my palms, leaning against the counter looking in the mirror at the madman looking back. I don’t know how long it took to calm enough to even get my pants down, then dropped the goddam key, picked it up again, flustered, trying to get it into the tiny little hole that wouldn’t hold still. It finally found the keyhole, slipping in. Maybe I’d hate myself afterward, but still…
The thing was flexible except for where it locked behind my balls, it just wouldn’t stretch to accommodate my expanding dick. It opened, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It folded up and I put it in my pocket, then a deep breath, and steeled myself for the other room.
By the end of the hallway, my dick was hard as a rock, a full-on erection for the first time since Thursday, before putting on that cage. My legs were shaking when I stepped around the corner and saw… Dani still on her knees in front of Alan, her mouth all the way at his balls. God! I’ve heard of ‘deep-throating’, but never witnessed it, sure as hell never from Dani! How? He’s so fuckin’ big!
Alan’s face was in a grimace, his fingers wrapped in Dani’s hair. My eyes glanced to the side, to the other woman in the room, April. She was sitting on the couch, totally topless; small, naked tits, her body flawless, like Jenny, but twenty years younger.
I walked into the room in a daze, SO friggin’ turned on. I didn’t even notice the big screen on Alan’s wall. I didn’t know whether to watch my wife with Alan’s dick inside her mouth or the nearly naked, sexy, young April next to her.
April stood, and my heart jumped when she snuggled up and kissed me. “Don’t think you’ll be needing these,” she said as she unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down, “or this,” doing the same to my shirt, leaving me standing stark naked.
Can I say, ‘Fuckin’ A!’
Whatever in hell that means. I guess what I’m trying to say is the thing going through my mind was, ‘Oshitoshitoshit!’ Deep, philosophical, my heart doing its best jackhammer imitation in my chest.
She pushed me back down on the couch then sat down on my lap, her legs spread each side, scooting up, mashing my dick between our bodies, one knee pressing against Alan’s leg, April’s naked tits and hard nipples pressing into my chest.
I knew my brain was fucked up, but how fucked up? There was my wife of twenty-eight years with Alan Ryder’s black dick fucking her throat and I was jealous… wondering if April, the woman on my lap had fucked him, too.
But the jealousy wasn’t overriding my other emotions, namely, my libido reacting in a perfectly rational manner under the circumstances. April had offered, even said she wanted, my dick in her mouth.
I felt her cheeks against mine, the warm breath from her lips millimeters from mine, the scent of her perfume strong in my nostrils, all my senses so fuckin’ overloaded.
April’s lips brushed mine, her tongue doing things to me, wonderful things!
“I changed my mind,” she told me, whispering in my ear, “my pussy wants you inside me.”
I glanced at Dani, her fingers digging into Alan’s waist, his cock sliding back down her throat making a big bulge in her neck, gagging on him.
“And don’t worry… it’s safe,” she told me, as she ground her pussy against me.
I hadn’t planned… oh shit, what I hadn’t planned for! April was gripping my dick, lifting herself over it… and then… then… her pelvis was resting on mine. While I was gone… she’d lost her panties! I heard a loud moan from my mouth. God, she felt so fuckin’ good! Tight. Hot. I felt the cum, that super blissful feeling right before the explosion. I wanted to delay it, for this to last, but after last night… this morning… the last week… Dani right beside me with… her hands around Alan’s cock, pumping, his dick in her mouth, cheeks hollowed out, shooting sperm into her… no way in hell!
I let out a loud groan, April pumping up and down on me, “Go ahead, I want to feel it inside me.”
My fingernails dug into April’s hips, I briefly was afraid of hurting her, then that thought was gone along with any other except my body’s reaction to the orgasm exploding inside her. She bore down, pressing me deeper inside her, and I think… not sure… I heard her moaning my name. My body had stiffened like a statue, shuddering. Hell, I know, that sounds like a contradiction, the whole thing seemed impossible, nothing real… yet it was.
When my mind was able to resume at least some semblance of its intended purpose and I opened my eyes again, cum was dripping from Dani’s mouth, April was still pressing herself to me, gripping around my neck, and my dick was still stiff, still buried inside her.
As some of my blood started to flow back upstairs again from down below, Dani got up off her knees and sat down on Alan’s lap, much as April was sitting on mine. Although, there was one big difference, and I use the term ‘big’ very aptly. Perhaps you can guess – coming in Dani’s mouth hadn’t reduced anything, not even a little bit. She scooted up his legs and asked, “Fuck me… please!” she called out, sounding almost desperate.
Even after… and all that’s happened the last months and especially the last twelve hours, hearing my wife inches away… that kind of language sent chills down my spine. At that instant, I felt like I was at the top of a giant rollercoaster, just going over the top. It wasn’t just the words, but her tone, like a femme-fatale seductress. God!
“Mmm, tempting, babygirl… but you’re going to have to wait. I like you simmering a bit.” More like boiling would be more apt.
As he said that, Alan pushed Dani’s negligee up and over her head leaving her, stark-naked, then took a nipple in his mouth, pulling her to him. Dani thrust her chest out, gripped the back of his head, leaned her head back, and let out a loud moan.
April, too, pulled my head to her breast, groaning as my lips engulfed her.
Alan pushed Dani away, glanced toward me, “Time to trade with our girls,” he said, pushing Dani to her feet. April did the same, standing.
I’d thought he meant we were trading and I was going to make love with my wife, but he directed her to sit down, then kneeled in front of her, pushing her legs apart, and began to lick the inside of her thigh, eliciting ragged gasps from her.
April followed suit, sitting and pulling her skirt up, revealing her wet, swollen pussy to me. I ran my fingers over her pussy lips, feeling her body shivering, but couldn’t take my eyes away from Alan bringing his mouth closer and closer to my wife’s hungry pussy. When he first touched her with his tongue, she panted, whimpering, “Yes… p… please!”.
It had been a matter of minutes since my cock had softened inside April. It was rapidly reversing course, hardening again from both watching Alan Ryder’s lips spreading Dani’s pussy lips, and the woman in front of me, not so patiently waiting.
I’ve never gone down on Dani right after sex, her pussy full of cum. But now… There’s a first time for everything. The lust coursing through my body was trumping everything.
April spread her legs wide and scooted down so her butt was slightly overhanging the edge of the couch, “Now… eat me!” she deplored me.
I looked straight at her inviting pussy, lips spread slightly apart, white, creamy liquid oozing. It was too much to resist. As I moved closer, my lips less than an inch from hers, I heard in my faint consciousness, Alan’s voice, “Don’t come,” and then a loud wail from my wife.
That prodded me on, I pulled April’s pussy lips apart with my fingers and buried my mouth into her, getting a strong dose of the sweetness of my own cum for the first time in my life.
“Ooh, yes!” April moaned, rocking her hips in sync with my tongue.
I was suddenly realizing what I’d been missing all those years, the sweet slickness of a woman’s cum-filled pussy… especially when my mouth was flooded with April’s gushing warm liquids.
I couldn’t stand it a moment longer. I sat up, pulled April’s pelvis to my now rock-hard cock, and thrust inside her. This was so different than before or that night with Jenny. We’d mostly made love. This was fucking! Hard. Over and over again, pure bliss, with a woman I’d only just met, something I’d never have expected to happen in this lifetime, ever.
It seemed to me that I was getting harder with every thrust into her. “Harder!” April screeched. She was crosswise on the couch, her head pressing into the cushion with every hard thrust. I started to feel the orgasm start to build inside me, and when April’s pussy clamped down, I couldn’t hold it back a second longer. This time April was with me, her body shuddering just as mine was, her pussy throbbing, milking me, pulling out every last ounce of cum.
A moment later when I was able to breathe again, I realized that In my selfish excitement, I’d almost forgotten about my wife. I looked over, scooted down almost off the edge of the couch, her naked legs were over Alan’s shoulders, still with his shirt on. This was… my wife! My Dani with Alan’s face between her legs, looking up at the ceiling with her painted-on eyes, “Ooh, Ooh!” she was moaning, holding his head, pulling at his hair
Just as Dani’s body began to quiver and the moans start to intensify, he pulled himself away, “Think it’s time to get dressed, want to check on that boat,” he said as he stood, once again leaving my Dani as a quivering mass on the very edge of her orgasm.
I stood, helping April to her feet as well. Dani was still on the couch, legs still spread, totally naked, simply moaning. “April, would you mind taking Babygirl back upstairs and helping her get dressed?” Alan asked.
Why? Why wasn’t he fucking her? He just pulled his pants back on and tugged Dani to her feet, supporting her so she wouldn’t fall. April slipped her blouse back on then led my blind, naked wife back to the stairs and up to the bedroom.
“Hope you enjoyed the little movie,” Alan said, pressing a button on the remote again so that the screen retracted back up into its long box at the ceiling. “Pretty cool monitor, huh?” he said as the flap on the bottom of the box closed, hiding what was inside.
I realized I was still standing there completely naked, embarrassed. I found my clothes and put them back on so that I wasn’t quite so exposed.
“Well, that was exciting, quite enjoyable in fact,” he said, “seems as though you and my friend got along quite well.”
“Uh, yeah, she’s quite the girl,” I agreed.
“Makeup artist at Braham’s Studio. Designs women’s clothing, too. Met her when I was doing an ad for the restaurant a couple years ago.”
I started to open my mouth to ask him a question.
“Nah, never have, been strictly business until today,” apparently reading my mind.
Then he changed the subject, “Any more acute recollections from that night?” he asked me.
I sat, thinking for a moment, “I remember Dani’s blue dress, the slit up the side, how her bare leg looked so sexy when she was dancing…” I hesitated, one more thing just out of my mind’s reach, then remembered it, “She was the one who said her parents were gone hunting that night, suggested going to her house… you had a red pickup, you and her made out in it in the parking lot before leaving.”
I had Alan’s attention, he was listening intently, “You were probably at the dance, too, could have seen that back then.”
I shook my head, “Never went to a dance, any high school dances… except one, when I was a Sophomore… too shy. Saw all that that night last October.”
“I still don’t get it,” he said, “how any of that could have happened… things like that just don’t happen, no such thing as time travel.”
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, “Me either… except I know what happened that night… stepped out of the house and into 1987… my old car, the football game, our subdivision not there, town like it was then… Dani… you…
I was just about to say something more, about the old hardware store that burned down shortly after, when Dani and April came back downstairs, taking my breath away.
Dani was… God! She was wearing shorts. If you could call them that, I’ve heard the term ‘hotpants’; maybe eight inches, skin-tight. I’ve also heard the term ‘cameltoe’. God! Does it never end? Her cream-colored blouse with a very visible black bra underneath it.
Alan and I both stood, a big smile on his face. He asked April, “Going boat looking, want to come along?”
“Love to, but my husband’s already going to wonder if I’ve been eaten. Better get home.”
Husband? Shit! I had no idea!
Just as she was about to close the door behind her, she turned and threw me a kiss, along with, “He has to go to New York later this week, will be gone a couple nights, you know… if…”
And then she was gone, leaving me with my jaw on the floor.