A little later we were pulling into a boat dealer’s lot. I don’t remember the name of it, not too important, I guess. Alan helped Dani out of his pickup, and I followed along behind as we began to wander the lot. God, the view, Dani in those stretchy, tight hot-pants and half-sheer blouse, Alan holding her hand, leading her. The salesman who came out to greet us, his eyes were about bugging out of his head.
“Help you find something?” he asked, then, “Alan… Alan Ryder?” the grin spreading across his face. I think besides the gorgeous lady his eyes were bugging out for, he envisioned a possible big sale.
Turned out he might be right, “Looking for something around forty-fifty feet,” he said, then motioned to me, “Robert, what you interested in?”
“Not sure,” I answered, “fifteen-twenty feet, outboard, probably couple hundred horsepower, probably used.” No way could we afford something like that new. I’d briefly looked around before, thirty-grand for a boat!
“Should we check out some big boats, first?” he asked. “Oh, by the way, my name’s John,” he said, eyes still bugged out on my wife. I couldn’t blame him – that camel toe.
He led us to what looked more like a yacht than boat, the kind of thing that if you had to ask the price, you couldn’t afford it. “Twin, 1350 horsepower diesels,” John explained, “thirty-eight knots fully loaded.” It didn’t seem to faze Alan. Leather, flying bridge. We went down the stair – not called a stair in a boat, though. I don’t know what it’s called, never been aboard a boat big enough to have one. There was a kitchen, two bedrooms, bathroom, big ‘living’ area; all of it more opulent than anything I’ve seen before
“This would be our room,” Alan told Dani, “wish I’d have had April take off the patches, you really need to see this,” he said, “the boat rolling in the waves, you naked underneath me.”
Dani moaned a little, “Mmm, can hardly wait!” she said.
Not only did John hear this conversation but he also saw what I saw – the little dark, dampness spreading out from Dani’s camel toe. She was most likely oblivious to how visible her arousal was… or maybe not.
I could see I was gonna need that plastic thing locked on my dick again if I was gonna survive, even despite what April and I had done just a short while ago.
The other ‘bedroom’ was right across the narrow hall. I know, I know, they’re not ‘bedrooms’, ‘halls’, or ‘bathrooms’ on a boat like this, but what the hell, I’m not a mariner, don’t know the right lingo… mostly, just that I was fuckin’ turned on! Watching your wife of twenty-eight years out in public like this, with another man, is… God!
“Two-point-three-mil, down from two-five, plus any add-ons,” I heard John telling Alan as my consciousness came out of its reverie.
“I like it, pretty sure Babygirl will, too, when she sees it,” he said, nodding, “like to look at a few others, though.”
We looked at several more, some smaller, some bigger, but none quite had the opulence of that first one. There seemed to be some little thing wrong with every one, except that one.
“Let’s take a look at some smaller ones for my friend,” Alan suggested to John.
“Great… you interested in fishing, skiing, or what?” he asked me.
“Prob’ly skiing, Dani and I have talked about it several times. Kids’d love it, too,” I told him, “gonna have to be used.”
“Think I have just the thing,” he said, leading us to another part of his lot. Much, much smaller boats, not exactly two-million-dollar boats but still pretty damned nice.
“2015 Bayliner, 275 horsepower, easily pull two skiers… any towable you put behind it, probably the best used we have on the lot,” he said as we approached a beautiful red and white boat. I fell in love with it at first sight. Dani would, too, I was sure. Except for the price tag, $21,500.
“Love it, but hate to say it, a little more than we can afford… maybe ten… fifteen at most.”
I tried to ignore Alan’s hand around Dani’s waist, pulling her blouse up leaving a bare midriff exposed to our view. That damp spot was getting darker.
“Maybe,” Alan started, with just a little pause, “if I’m spending over 2 mil, you could drop that price a little, maybe even something like it but new for Bob’s ten grand… or we could look somewhere else…”
My breath caught, John’s face turned a little white. From the look on Alan’s face, he meant every word.
“Let’s go check out some new boats, what say,” Alan suggested, reiterating what he’d just said. He looked at me, “You see what you like, just say so, I think John here will be happy to make a deal.”
His hand was firmly planted on Dani’s butt, guiding her… and doing a whole lot more than ‘guiding’ as we walked across the lot. My dick was at full force.
‘The one’ stood out as soon as I saw it. Sleek, low, black hull, blue stripes, white deck, when we got closer, I saw it was a ‘Malibu’, 300 hp Yamaha, 4-stroke, seating for seven, eighteen feet. Not to be greedy, but damn! And the price tag was only sixty-two thousand dollars! We climbed aboard, son-of-a-bitch, what a boat! “Tops out a little over 60 miles-per, not towing,” John explained. I could tell by the look on his face, ‘why we here, it’s a little out of his price range’. He was right, too, but fun to dream.
“Good choice,” Alan said, “think ten-grand would be a fair price?” he asked John. He was joking… but his face sure didn’t look like it. It was dead-serious.
John’s mouth opened, starting to say something, from the look on his face, it was intended to be something along the line of ‘you outa your head?’ then maybe thought about his commission on that two-million-dollar yacht, “Have to take it to the sales manager,” John mumbled.
We started toward the office, “Remember to mention that I might be writing you a check for something over two million, maybe it’ll help convince him,” Alan said. Shit he WAS serious!
In the end, Dani and I ended up owning a sixty-two thousand-dollar boat for thirteen-and-a-half thousand, including taxes and licensing, and Alan spent two-million-seven-hundred-fifty (just wrote out a fuckin’ check!) for his yacht. They’d spent a couple hours going over different things that could be added or changed on the yacht, (things like the three-thousand-dollar foam mattress in ‘their’ stateroom, all the leather upholstery upgraded) then another hour signing both sets of papers.
I’d have wondered if Alan’s price might have been upped a little to make up for ours, but I watched and listened as Alan haggled over every little item. I think they just thought they might lose that sale without the deal on ours. I think they might have been right, too.
“Take us about two weeks to get everything done,” the sales manager told Alan, “that work for you?”
Alan frowned, “Actually, no, it doesn’t. My guests are only here this week. Would love to take them out.” He looked at Dani, a smile on his face, “Especially… you know… try out that bed…”
Dani’s face turned red at that little reference, but she didn’t object. Pretty obvious she was anxious for the same thing.
“We can… uhh, get ‘er on the water by Tuesday, spend the day with you, acclimate you… then pull it back out next week to finish up. That workable?” he asked Alan.
Alan nodded, “Perfect,” he said.
The manager seemed slightly surprised when Dani signed the papers with me. She was getting good with the no-sight thing, able to sign her name perfectly legibly where he put her hand, carefully explaining everything she was signing.
I still wondered how long Alan was going to keep those blinders on Dani, not that I was complaining. As long as she couldn’t actually ‘see’ what she was wearing, she was okay with things she’d not be caught dead in otherwise. And God, it was keeping her turned on, knowing but not seeing.
Alan told him he’d pick up ours to take to Washington the following Wednesday. In the meantime, Dani and I would have to look for something that would tow it. Maybe even a travel trailer down the line as long as we’d be getting a pickup. We’d talked about that, too, off and on, just never taken the plunge. To say I was excited about the whole thing was a gross understatement. Jodi and Jon, our two semi-adult children would be on cloud nine when that boat pulled into our driveway.
Right before we left, Alan gave the manager two coupons, each good for two free dinners at either of his restaurants, “One for you, one for John, love to see you there,” he said.
It was early evening by the time we got back to Alan’s house. Alan suggested dinner at his first restaurant. April came over and helped Dani get dressed again, a slinky little black dress, and the three of us went out to dinner at Alan’s restaurant. I’d hoped that April would join us, too, maybe even ‘after’ dinner, but she said she had a date with her husband and another couple.
Dani was really starting to rock the braless look. Her dress looked more like a negligee than a dress; soft, flowing over her body like liquid, pointed nipples. A little water and I’m sure she’d compete well in a wet t-shirt contest… or in this case, I guess, a wet dress contest. Topped off with her black heels and sheer stockings, Dani was just… wow! She has on very rare occasions gone out braless, but never before in dresses like last night or tonight. Or even today’s blouse. I liked it. The fact that she was in the arms of her lover and couldn’t see just how damned sexy she was only added to the allure for me. Explain that? No way – it’s just what it was. That dress was all the sexier because it was a dress, not a negligee intended to be hidden away in the bedroom. And that sexy perfume! If my eyes had been just as blind as Dani’s I’d still be so turned on.
I vowed that I would never, EVER take Dani for granted again, like I had so much over the last many years. Right then, I wanted nothing more right then than to take Dani back upstairs, rip that dress off her and fuck her like we’d never fucked before! Except, I knew…
Dinner in Alan’s restaurant was fabulous. His chef knows how to season and cook a rib steak, that’s for damned sure. Alan has his separate private cubicle that’s always reserved for his dining. And Jess, our waiter, was just fabulous, whenever any of us needed anything, it was like he read our minds.
We talked about our boats, how Alan had always wanted to be able to go out in the Gulf, take trips up and down the coast. He suggested some places he’d love to take Dani, and she mentioned that we could take him out on ours, too, when he brought it. “It’s a big, long river,” she said, “some cool, isolated islands.” She mentioned that she knew someone who just might want to accompany us to make it a foursome. Okay, that was intriguing! Same person who spent that evening with Dani, then me? She wouldn’t say and I still wasn’t any closer to figuring out who it was.
Our little boat became part of the discussion. Somehow, I’d never imagined owning a brand new, eighteen-foot speedboat with a 300-horse engine, much less referring to it as the ‘little’ boat.
The conversation drifted back to his yacht and somehow to making love on the rolling boat. Besides the opportunity to watch Dani and Alan, I hoped that maybe April… She did suggest that her husband was going to be out of town for a few days. Mmm, I remembered that body, her soft skin, the feel of her pussy engulfing me!
A few seconds into my reverie about the delights of the young April, Alan leaned over, turning Dani’s head toward him with his hand on her chin, he kissed her, very rapidly developing into a lot more than just a ‘kiss’; one hand covering and massaging a breast, his other behind her neck. He pulled his lips away for just a moment, Dani’s spooky, wide-open, unseeing ‘eyes’ and her lips still slightly parted with moans emitting from them. “Oh, Babygirl, don’t think I can wait for that boat,” he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear across the table.
I didn’t think I could, either. Either that plastic thing was going back on my dick when we got back to his house or I was going to need a tissue to catch the mess. At the moment, the tissue seemed like the most likely bet… if I made it back to his house.
Dinner ended and I tried to insist that I pay for dinner. “Nonsense, it’s already taken care of, plus the tip,” Alan insisted. I left a couple twenties on the table, anyway. I still had no idea what a dinner cost in his restaurant.
We drove back to Alan’s. At least I thought we were, but first, he wanted to give us a little tour of his town. Of course, Dani couldn’t see much but she could feel Alan’s hand working its way up her leg. Tampa is beautiful at night, the lights, reflections, and boats on the water, the big stadium where he’d spent years playing. Dani and I had seen some of it, mostly in the daylight, on that first day before that first dinner in his new restaurant. Before Dani and he… made love back in our hotel room.
He was drawing out my nervousness. I don’t know why but my stomach was in knots, almost nauseous, knowing what was coming in such a short while. I’d seen her and him before, a couple times, but I guess it’s something a guy never gets used to, seeing his wife with a man like Alan Ryder.
“You describe everything so wonderfully… listening to you is almost better than seeing it,” Dani told him, as he was describing one of the fabulous views, “but please… can we go back… please!”
He chuckled, “You sure, Babygirl? Lots more of Tampa I could show you, tell you about.”
His hand reached a little further underneath Dani’s black dress, “Mmm, naughty, naughty! No panties… no wonder Jess gave us such rapt attention at dinner, you little minx.”
Dani answered with a moan, then opened her little clutch purse and took out a tiny little scrap of black cloth, pressing it into his hand that had temporarily retreated from under her dress.
Alan put it to his nose and took a sniff, “Ahh, you smell so nice,” then handed the little cloth back to me.
Tiny. Silk. Thong. Damp. Very damp. And yes, it smelled like heaven, itself. I thought of Tom, Dani’s little game at work. Wouldn’t he love to have this in his hands. I put them in my pocket, for later… might come in handy.
Back in Alan’s house, once we were inside, Alan and Dani were in each other’s arms pressing their bodies and lips together as soon as the door closed; tongues in each other’s mouths, Dani pressing her pelvis hard against Alan’s rather obvious erection, her pointed nipples against his chest. It seemed like minutes before they broke apart, Dani breathing hard, the scent of her arousal filling the room. “Patience, Babygirl, I need something to drink.”
Before Alan went to the kitchen, he looked at me expectantly, “Yeah, please,” I told him, desperately needing something. While I was waiting, I hustled to my room, finding that little cage in the pants pocket from this morning. It was either that or I was going to spurt, make a big wet spot on the front of my trousers. I’d discovered that I liked the delicious tingling, the sexual excitement I got from watching Dani, that feeling of not being able to do anything about it.
It was a bit of a struggle to get it on, but pinching myself hard enough to hurt, the swelling went down enough to squeeze myself in and click it shut, locked tight, and tight it was. The key – it was right there in my pocket where I’d left it. On the way past Alan’s room, I made a little detour, dropping the key in his nightstand drawer right beside his bed, where I wouldn’t be able to get to it later when I knew I’d be so sorely tempted. At least I knew where it was, so eventually… hopefully, when April…
While I was there, I looked around, his oversized king-plus bed, I have no idea what a bed that size might be called; the big sliding door and deck overlooking his back yard and pool. Dani and I have a Costco above-ground pool, not this gorgeous piece of artwork pool surrounded by a literal forest of trees and greenery. Another reminder what a little talent can get you. Maybe a lot of talent. I’m proud of my little store and our very nice home. With Dani’s teaching job, the two make us a darn good living, but they’ll never bring us anything like this. Or a two-million-dollar-plus yacht.
Anyway, enough lollygagging in Alan’s room, I was much more interested in what was happening in his living room.
And halfway down the stairs, I saw what was happening. Apparently, I’d been a little longer than I thought I’d been. There were two half-eaten brownies on a tray on the coffee table, two partial drinks, plus mine, and the couple on the couch were locked in a deep, passionate kiss, Alan draped all over Dani, his right hand inside her dress, pushing it up even further. Dani’s hand was wrapped around his neck, almost frantically trying to pull him in tighter.
Damn good thing I had that plastic thing back on, my dick was pressing against it… hard! I guessed that Alan’s was pressing just as hard, but not against a plastic cage.
Dani let out a moan, and I stood transfixed watching my wife’s succulent, ruby-red lips being devoured by this big-dicked man-god.
I didn’t want my presence to even be known, much less interrupt what was happening on the couch, so I crept as quietly as I could to the bottom of the stairs and stood there just watching. Alan was reaching up Dani’s dress, roughly fondling her tit, moans escaping her mouth in-between their kisses. I knew that she was stark naked underneath her dress; no bra and her thong was still in my pocket.
A few moments later, Alan pulled away and sounding breathless, “Babygirl, I can’t do this, we need to go to the bedroom… my willpower… all day I’ve wanted to ravage you!”
“Yes… yes, yes, yes!” Dani reiterated, making her desires well understood.
Not wanting any interference, I moved away from the stairs as quietly as I could. About the time Alan was at the bottom step, leading the blind Dani, he stopped, “No… better idea… let’s go outside, to the back yard,” starting to lead her toward the patio door.
Dani hesitated, “Alan… your neighbors… you don’t have a fence… they can see.”
He stopped, a smile on his face, “I know, they’ll enjoy if they’re looking,… too bad it’s so dark outside, babe,” and continued toward the patio door. Of course, it was dark, just a little light from the crescent moon, none from the street lights. Dani pulled back a little but followed along after picking up my drink and brownie. I wondered what might be going through her mind, something she’s never done before, sex where just anyone might see. Of course, she wouldn’t have any idea just how dark it was.
That is, until he flipped the switch by the door lighting portions of the yard in floodlights. If anyone hadn’t been looking, they sure as hell were now. God, I was excited at the prospect, hoping there would be someone out to watch. Dani looked so fuckin’ sexy, following along behind Alan, wearing that black dress, high heels, stockings, and nothing else.
He led her to a place in front of a beautiful floodlit rock/flower garden so that Dani was standing directly in front of the lights. This was a good test of what April had said about her eye patches being totally impervious to light or not. I’m guessing they passed the test since Dani didn’t even flinch in the bright light.
Alan looked over at me, standing in the doorway, “None that I can see, but don’t know if someone might be at a window looking out.” I looked around, just one house that had windows overlooking his yard. The windows were all dark, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anyone, just no one I could see. If there was, their eyes would have been instantly drawn to that spot on his lawn where Dani was standing. Alan told her softly, “Take off the dress, Babygirl.”
She looked around, not able to see a thing, no idea how she was highlighted in the floodlight, “Is anyone… watching?”
My heart was pounding watching Dani standing there, her wanting so badly to be with Alan, afraid of the possibility someone might be watching, not knowing. She looked around, still unable to see a thing, and reached behind her neck, untying the strap holding her dress, letting it fall to the green grass. My heart rate spiked again, seeing my now naked wife literally highlighted in Alan’s backyard.
God, Dani was stunning, standing in that light with nothing except those heels and dark stockings hugging her legs to her thighs. Don’t EVER tell me that a forty-eight-year-old woman’s body can’t be beautiful!
This was wrong, so wrong. And yet… maybe that was part of what was turning me on so much, watching, knowing what was about to happen. My dick was straining, trying to escape its prison, like it had been weeks since… not that very morning with the luscious April, my emotions straining just as much, both the arousal and jealousy, desperately wishing it was me in front of my wife taking my pants off, not Alan Ryder. My emotions were almost like the event horizon of a black hole, seemingly pulling me in two.
Alan lay down on the grass, just at the periphery of the flower’s spotlight, totally lighted, and tugged at Dani’s hands, pulling her down over him, “You know what you want, Babygirl… take it… now.”
Dani felt around in front of her, finding what she was looking for, his shaft, standing thick, long, and hard; her fingers encircled it, only partially, looking so tiny… and started to scoot forward lifting herself up onto her knees.
I couldn’t breathe, intently watching, gripping myself, even over the plastic… Dani’s face, so intent, her lust shining through, Alan’s face just as tortured, waiting. And then… she was there, over him, the head of his manhood held at her bare, baby-smooth slit, holding her breath the same as I was; same as Alan Ryder was, too. “Babygirl, please… I can’t take this!”
Finally, for once, it was him who was begging, all the power with my wife. She began to lower herself – eight, nine-inches of thick manhood. I didn’t see how… only I knew she could… inch-by-inch, his shaft disappearing inside her.
“Ohh Babygirl, so good… so fuckin’ good!”
Dani’s head was thrown back, her unseeing eyes looking straight into the moon, mouth working, moans escaping, “Ohhh fuuuckkk!” coming from my beautiful school-teacher wife’s mouth.
A moment later, her pelvis was pressing hard against Alan’s… that thing fully inside her. My hand wrapped itself around the hard plastic surrounding my dick, not able to feel a thing. The emotions inside me, though… they were on fire! A blazing inferno!
I glanced up, at the couple now in the window. Their light was on. She’d taken her blouse off – or whatever she’d had on before, her man’s hands all over her tits under her bra.
Dani was panting, she’d spent the entire day, from those first few moments on Alan’s kitchen counter, her lust building. She rocked back and forth, pressing, grinding, feeling him inside her, his shaft no doubt rubbing against her clitoris, reaching places inside her I hadn’t even dreamed about.
Alan leaned up, taking Dani’s left nipple in his mouth, sucking in the rest of her tit, Dani letting out a loud moan, her hand around his head pulling him in tighter. Her mouth was gaped open, grinding her pelvis down on him.
“Babygirl, I can’t do this, need you to fuck me… hard!” he said, pulling his mouth barely away from her tit.
She pulled his mouth back on her other tit, encouraging him to suck her, rocking back and forth, “No,” she said, surprising me – a lot, “going to see how long we can stay like this, with you all the way inside me.”
“Ahh, Babygirl, no, you’ve been torturing me all day!” Apparently, he hasn’t been quite as ‘cool’ as he’d been letting on.
Alan lay back down flat, groaning. Dani put her hands on his chest and just rocked back and forth on him. Brutal! I envisioned it being me, desperate underneath her. God, I wished it was!
I glanced up at the window. The woman had lost her bra and skirt, nothing on except a pair of panties. I wasn’t the only one being turned on by Dani and Alan’s little display. Okay, I’ll admit I was a little torn about where to watch, the couple in the window or my wife and Alan. Not much mystery, though, on which won out.
Dani leaned over, her mouth maybe an inch from his, whispering something that I couldn’t hear, then her tongue reached out, like a snake’s, tickling Alan’s lips, coaxing them open. The distance between lips closed, Dani’s tongue working its way into his mouth. God, I was regretting locking my dick inside that plastic, thinking seriously about running back upstairs for that key… except, I didn’t want to miss even a second of what was happening on his lawn.
But I couldn’t ignore the window, either. The guy had his hand down inside the girl’s panties, her mouth gaped open much as Dani’s had been earlier, before she took control. I wished I could see them a little clearer, I did see that she had long, black hair that was over her shoulders to below her tits.
While I’d glanced away, Alan had reached his hands around Dani’s butt, massaging it, getting perilously closer to her… I was mesmerized, wondering. Dani and I, in all our years of making love, had never explored… her rear end. The way she was bent over, her tongue down Alan’s throat, she was in the perfect position, and he seemed to be taking advantage of it with his hands, tugging her butt cheeks apart…
And then… Dani pulled her face away from his, a strange expression, and a loud groan. I quietly stepped around them to see, Alan’s finger was most assuredly working its way inside her, his other hand pulling her body back down, locking lips together once again.
How long had it been, with Alan’s dick buried inside my wife? One minute, five minutes? I had no friggin’ clue. All I knew was that his finger was slowly disappearing inside her rear end and her moans had intensified. I couldn’t tell if they were moans of lust or discomfort. Except, she sure as hell wasn’t pulling away.
Matter of fact, she began a little up and down motion on Alan’s cock, which rapidly grew into full-on fucking him, the full length of him; up, down – up, down, hard!
“Ohh, Babygirl, Ohh, Ohh! So good, sooo good!” Alan was crying out, a finger from each hand going deep into her ass, seemingly timed with her plunges, Dani screaming, oblivious to the fact that a large portion of Tampa was hearing her.
I made a very quick glance back at the window. The girl was leaning against it, legs spread wide, her husband-boyfriend, whatever, behind her doing what was pretty damned obvious, enjoying putting on their own show.
Dani pressed herself down, ground herself down on Alan’s pelvis, letting out a long wail, Alan bucking underneath her, quite literally roaring, reminding me of that lion before the old MGM movies.
“Babygirl…” Alan said, breathlessly, afterward when Dani collapsed on top of him, her body with a sheen of sweat, “Ohh, how I’ve missed that!”
Minutes later, he helped my wife to her feet and this time did lead her upstairs to the bedroom. I was still too shell-shocked to move. Dani hadn’t even known I was there. I looked in the window one last time before following. The girl was still leaning against the window with her guy pressed against her back. The thought went through my mind that I wished Dani could have seen the effect she’d had on the neighbors.
By the time I made my way upstairs, Dani was on her back on the bed, legs wrapped around Alan’s waist, him pounding into her. God, the man is fuckin’ insatiable! He’s in his late forties for God’s sake. How many more times during the night would he be fucking my wife?
You know how badly I wanted to get my hands on that key? Relieve the ache in my groin! That some damned idiot had put it where he couldn’t get to it. Seemed reasonable at the time.
The next morning was only Monday, five more fuckin’ days – and nights of this! ‘Fucking’ days, literally.