Alan led me into the house, not to his bedroom. I knew by then the approximate steps and directions, and he turned opposite. I presumed we were in his living room, which was confirmed when he helped me to sit, which turned out to be on a couch. He sat down beside me and a moment later, I felt his hands in my hair, releasing the gag from my mouth. I could do nothing except stare into the darkness straight ahead of me, but at least could move my jaw and close my mouth.
“I think we’re through with this,” he said, “it’s served its purpose.”
I worked my jaw up and down, back and forth. It felt good to be able to move my mouth again, although I’d gotten used to it. “Ahh, that feels good, thank you.”
I leaned over toward him, longing to turn my head toward him, “Kiss me, Alan, I’ve been needing it all day.”
He twisted around, I pulled at my arms, wanting to wrap them around him, the torturous thing still trapping them, felt his breath, his lips on mine. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues mingling. A hand went between my legs, rubbing, and another groan escaped me.
We sat on the couch, our lips locked together, Alan’s fingers pressed inside me, I have no idea how long but long enough that I was frantic. I wanted him.
He stood, picked me up, and, our lips locked together, carried me to the bedroom, setting me on the bed. It felt like an eternity ago that we’d been in this room, almost unbelieving what had happened here.
Wordlessly, he began unlacing the collar from around my neck. The one thing filling my mind was how good he was going to feel, inside me once again. He pulled each lace out so slowly, like he was savoring each one. When he finished, he asked me, “You ready, baby girl?”
I nodded, at least now I could nod a little, tensed my neck muscles because I knew from before how it was going to feel when he pulled it off. I didn’t want my head flopping like it had earlier.
“I wondered how much of the crazy, sexy girl from high school was hidden away in there,” he said as he took the collar from around my neck. “Guess we found out, huh.”
I almost forgot for a moment that I could talk. “Thought I’d left that girl in the long-ago past.”
“You ever show that side of yourself to your husband?” he asked.
“Maybe a little, long time ago,” I lied, not wanting to reveal the truth. I hadn’t felt like that for the last thirty-one years, ever since Alan left for Georgia. I hoped Robert was going to be ready for a new Daniella when I got home. The mature, ‘mom’ Dani was going to have to take a back seat on the bus. I’d heard it and never given it a lot of thought, but I much preferred the term ‘MILF’.
He’d started fooling with the strap around my back, releasing my arms from their prison of the last several hours. “Think I’d rather have you naked for a while.”
A few moments later, that’s exactly what I was, naked. And it felt so good. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, lifting the elastic of the blindfold, “The lights are turned way low, your eyes aren’t going to like the light for a bit.”
He was right. Even the dim light seemed like looking straight into the sun. I scrunched my eyes shut, just letting them flicker open a tiny bit.
I eventually did get them open and Alan was sitting on the edge of his bed watching me, looking like the only thing he wanted was to devour me. This man, not my husband; his handsome, dark chocolate skin, fully dressed in a smart-looking sports shirt and slacks. It felt weird and a lot… sexy, being totally naked with him still dressed, looking at me like he was. That alone would have made me wet if I hadn’t already been. He leaned over and kissed me, taking my breath away with the intensity. “I liked that girl you were earlier,” he said, “but I think I like the woman even better,” sucking my nipple in his mouth.
I couldn’t help it, but even after being blind for so long, I closed my eyes again, intertwined my hands in Alan’s hair, and let the exquisite feelings flow through me – straight to my naked pussy.
Okay, I’ll admit it, that little foray into exhibitionism had really turned me on. I’d never have expected that something like that, so far out of the comfort zone for a high school science teacher that it was a whole ‘nother universe, could be such a turn-on. But it had been and a fully dressed Alan sucking my naked tit was only exacerbating the situation.
I couldn’t have stopped the moans even if I’d wanted to, feeling Alan’s lips on my breasts and his hands exploring the rest of my body.
I remembered a time I’d had to quell my moans. My parents had gone to dinner, Alan came over and we were in my bedroom making out. I was supposed to be studying for finals, which is what I’d told Mom and Dad before they went out on their dinner date. Alan was doing much as he was doing now, except we were both naked when I heard the front door open and close way earlier than it was supposed to, then Dad’s voice complaining about the restaurant being full.
Alan, at that moment, was in the process of very effectively tonguing my eighteen-year-old pussy. When I squeezed my legs together in a momentary panic, it only encouraged him to dig in all the deeper, gripping my hips and pressing his mouth inside me, forcing me to stifle the moans that he was doing his best to force out of me.
That was the memory going through my mind as I felt Alan’s tongue and lips slowly working their way down my tummy… to my belly-button… and below.
Alan had to spend the night in my bedroom that night for fear of awakening them by leaving. They were light sleepers and their room was right next to mine; much of the night with his cock firmly embedded inside my cum-filled pussy. Stifling the moans out of fear of discovery only intensified the sex.
I don’t even know why I thought of that. I sure wasn’t stifling my moans when Alan’s lips found my pussy this night. Matter of fact, I heard my voice practically screaming out, “Oh fuck, Alan!”
Which made Alan chuckle. I didn’t need his chuckling, I needed his sucking – my clit. “Remember how you used to talk so dirty when we fucked?”
It seemed there wasn’t anything that one of us didn’t remember. The ‘fuck’ word was quite often part of my lovemaking vocabulary with Alan. Until recently, I don’t think Robert had ever heard me use that word.
But the spell was broken, his sucking ended. Alan scooted off the bed and stood, beginning to unbutton his shirt. It was a reminder again that we weren’t eighteen. Alan wasn’t the strong, but skinny eighteen-year-old kid, I used to know. He was a man: broad, strong shoulders; thick, muscular arms, all encased in his dark brown skin. I think I actually might have begun to drool a little.
It had all been so quick that first night. Was that only last night? One day ago? It seemed impossible.
But this time, Alan took his time. “You used to like watching me undress… looks like you still do.”
He was sliding his slacks down. There weren’t any shorts on underneath them. His cock was… I don’t even have any words. I was already feeling it inside me again. Jerry had been nice… better than nice, actually. It was so different with him; first time, no idea what he even looked like. But Alan…! ‘Man-sized, fully developed, maybe that’s the best description, not eighteen anymore.
I closed my eyes for a brief second, remembering: last night; earlier tonight; and craving him all over again. My pussy was gushing at the thought.
“You willing to try one more toy, babygirl?”
I never even thought before I answered, “Yes,” I told him, just wanting him inside me, my mind blank to anything else, spreading my legs apart in anticipation.
He turned, out the door, then back in a matter of seconds, before I even had a chance to react. Carrying a round, metal hoop, probably eighteen-twenty inches in diameter with a bar down the center. I was confused, had no idea…
“Tuck your legs up, babygirl, against your chest.”
I did, hugged them there with my arms around my knees in a fetal position, watching Alan, still no idea what he was going to do.
He unclipped and removed the bar and slipped the hoop over my thighs and back, lifting me up off the bed just a little, slipping it up to the back of my knees, holding my legs in that position. Then he slid the bar over my tummy, latching it in place, virtually locking the hoop in place so it couldn’t slide back off, thereby trapping my legs against my chest and tight together.
I could swing my lower legs up, but my knees and above were trapped in that fetal position, legs tight against my chest.
“Roll over, see how it feels,” Alan suggested.
I did, trying to move around using my hands and legs from the knees down. It was hopeless, felt so weird. That bar down the middle holding the hoop in place.
Alan positioned me back on the bed on my back. “Now, the point of it,” he said, moving his body over me, positioning himself. I nearly panicked, he couldn’t!
But he did, I felt his cock at my entrance, instinctively tried to part my legs for him but they were held tight. He started to push, “Ohh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I clenched my eyes shut, so fuckin’ tight!
“You okay, babygirl, want me to stop?”
“Uhuh, No,” I took deep breaths, again remembering my Lamaze. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare stop!” I’d never in my life felt anything like this! He was pushing me apart, but I didn’t push. There wasn’t room, and yet…
“Ahhh, baby girl, so good!” He kept pushing inside me, my legs held together like they were in a vise. The night before had been NOTHING like this!
Alan continued his pushing and my hands grasped at the bed, then were around his back, fingernails digging into his skin. Every inch inside me felt like… he was so fuckin’ BIG!
And then the pushing let up, I breathed a quick sigh of relief, he pulled out, then back in and the pushing started anew. So good! I’d never felt anything so tight inside me, how fuckin’ good it felt! His cock was sliding against my clit, held tight to it. My body began to spasm, I felt the orgasm hit me like a sudden earthquake, no buildup, it was just there and I screamed, couldn’t stop the screaming.
When it subsided after a few moments, Alan had backed off, “I hurt you?” he asked, with real concern in his voice.
I couldn’t stop the little giggle, “No, anything but! Fuck me, dammit, fuck me!”
He pushed himself back inside me, and this time met very little resistance until I felt his balls pressing against my pussy lips. He’d also pushed my lower legs up out of the way, over his shoulders. “You’re so tight, babygirl”
He groaned, pulled out and thrust back into me, “Ohh, God, like… that time in your ass…” another thrust, driving me wild, “except so much better!”
I couldn’t believe the difference… another thrust and Alan’s face was grimacing with his obvious pleasure… holding my legs together made!
Another climax was building inside me… every thrust igniting every single nerve ending inside me. And then, despite his coming twice tonight already, I felt the hot cum erupting from his cock. It seemed that every muscle in his body tensed at that moment as my own orgasm engulfed me, for the fifth, sixth, I have no idea how many times. I’d lost track even before we went ‘shopping’.
Minutes later, after regaining the ability to breathe, Alan removed the bar, then the hoop from my legs, and I stretched my legs out. I think I might have mentioned it, but I never imagined sex could be like that.
We spent the next who knows how long, re-exploring each other’s bodies. I found the scar on his back from his bicycle accident when he was in Junior High, tracing it with my fingers. I’d forgotten about that scar and was excited to discover I could still feel it. He told me how it happened but I don’t remember the details, other than he was on his bicycle – well, technically ‘off’, when it happened.
We kissed, he suckled my breasts and kissed some more. I’m not sure which I enjoyed more, the incredible orgasms or our intimacy afterward.
We talked about our lives, he recounted some of the exciting times of his career and I told him about the births of our two children, my teaching career, and that yes, I was very happily married. The one topic we both studiously avoided was our future.
Thinking of my marriage and my husband made me wonder about that night that had started me on the journey to reuniting with Alan, that weird, weird night. And the question suddenly came to my mind, “Alan, did you have anything strange happen in October? Like just lose a few hours one night?”
He looked at me like I was a crazy woman, like I wasn’t making any sense. Then his face changed. If he hadn’t been African-American, I’m sure it would have turned completely white.
“How could you know that?”
“I…”
“No one knew, I didn’t say anything to anyone. It was a Friday. I was watching Blue Bloods, Tom Selleck. He was talking to his priest. And then… it was the middle of an old movie. The ice in my drink was gone and it was warm, almost four in the morning, an old movie was on TV…”
Twelve-forty-seven, remembering the time stamp on Mom and Dad’s security camera. Three hours difference, “Three-forty-seven?” I asked him.
That look again, the incredulity, “Yeah, you knew that… how?”
So I began an explanation of what happened, starting with Robert asking me repeatedly about ‘my first time’, “Don’t stop me until I’m done,” I told him. I went on; what Robert had told me about that night, him going to the football game up to walking out of the house at twelve-forty-seven, the jacket, describing our ‘first time’ in detail, Jen and me losing the same time, and the last piece, the security camera time-stamped at twelve-forty-seven.
All through my narrative, Alan was looking at me like I had gone completely off the loose end, which is exactly how I felt, describing what I knew was impossible.
“So, you’re trying to tell me that your husband traveled back in time and watched us that night? He was there? You know that didn’t happen, I hope, that it’s impossible?”
“I know it is, but how do I explain the jacket? it’s real, in our house now. He’d given it away over thirty years ago. Or the fact that he described to me exactly how we made love that night, not just in general terms, but down to the scratches on your back? The security camera that caught him leaving the house at twelve-forty-seven – exactly the time when you said you became aware again. Jen and I both losing the exact same hours? I know it couldn’t have happened, Alan, except that it did. He knew about the second picture, that I’d never told him, even forgotten about. There’s just no logical explanation for any of it.”
He ran his fingers through my hair trying to soothe me, “All I know, baby girl, is that what you’re describing couldn’t have happened. Maybe it was an elaborate dream, I don’t know, but what’s impossible is impossible, doesn’t happen.”
I was getting frustrated, “The jacket hanging in our closet wasn’t a dream, Alan. It had shrunk over thirty years ago. He’d given it away. But it’s real – with the same acid hole, fitting him perfectly. Jackets don’t ‘unshrink’, Alan. They don’t reappear like new, except for one hole, thirty years later.”
Robert
I was sick the whole flight home. Bravado. That’s what it was that made me sound so damned cock-sure of myself. The stewardess saw the look on my white face and even brought me a barf bag. She didn’t even bother asking if I was okay.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! That look on Dani’s face when Alan’s big cock first impaled her will be imprinted on the very front of my mind for the rest of my life.
I thought back. I could write a fuckin’ book on how to fuck up a perfectly good, wonderful marriage: My senseless obsession with Dani’s ‘first time’; that night that changed everything. How the ‘F’ did that happen? Those things happen in Rod Serling’s mind, not in real life; this trip, the single stupidest thing I’ve done in my life by a factor of about a thousand, beginning to end.
And my asinine self-assuredness that ‘oh, she loves me so she’ll come home’. How many happy marriages have been broken up by a lover? What’s one more in the scheme of things, I guess. Hell of a lot, that’s what!
I thought about what my Dani was doing with her super-stud all day today and tonight and was damned glad for the barf bag in my hand. Next time the stewardess came by, I traded her for another.
That text from her before I boarded, ‘I love you’, was my only lifeline to at least a little degree of sanity.
So, what even if she did come home? She’s not gonna get this guy out of her mind. I know, my mind was jumping from one incoherent, half-thought to another.
Somehow, I managed to catch my connecting flight to Pasco from Seattle. And couldn’t find the fuckin’ car in the parking lot when we landed. Twenty fuckin’ cars and not a single one of them mine! Ten minutes of looking in a fifty-car lot before I realized we’d used Dani’s, not mine.
I sat down in it, smelling her perfume, the old perfume, not the new that she bought in Tampa, and turned my phone on and sent Dani a text that I was home, just a reminder that I was still alive. You know, a ‘please don’t forget me’ text.
My mood had improved a little by then. Maybe being in her car, whatever. Then her response, ‘thank you so much, love you’.
I sat in her car, staring at those last two words, my lifeline, when another text popped up, a picture of Dani. Damn, in spite of myself, I was hard. Dani, looking like herself from twenty years ago. Except better! God, she was smokin’ hot. How a forty-nine-year-old woman could look like that!
That reminded me of Dani’s best friend, Jenny. Now THAT was hot! If not for her flaming red hair alone. She was Homecoming Princess, Dani was Queen. Dani had commented several times that it should have been the other way around.
Jenny had been a professional dancer with her own dance studio. She retired from dancing several years ago and now just had the studio, dance lessons, etc. If ‘Dancing with the Stars’ had been a thing back then, she could easily have been one of the professionals. She still had that fabulous dancer’s body and every other part of the package to go along with it, too.
Enough of Jenny, don’t even know why I thought about her. The text and picture relieved my mind that at least Dani was still thinking about me. My worry on the flight home had been kind of unnecessary, I thought, I did trust her. She’d be home and my wife tomorrow, just like before. Maybe smitten with her guy, but we’d find a way to deal with that. Besides, it was hot as hell! I tried to imagine what killer sex they’d be having tonight.
It made me shiver with anxiety for her to get home and tell me about it.
Dani
It was the loveliest dream I’d had in a long, long time. Soft lips tugging and nipping at my left nipple. It felt so good that I knew I’d wake up any moment and the wonderful feeling would be gone. My hand wrapped around the head the lips belonged to and I felt the short, stiff hair, pulling it tighter to my naked tit. It was my moan that awoke me, and I realized it wasn’t a dream and the head didn’t belong to my husband.
It took me a moment to realize where I was and whose head was sucking my tit into its mouth. I just lay there, cooing, enjoying the sensation, feeling like I’d gone to heaven, running my fingers through his coarse hair, letting his hand roam my body.
His lips left my boob and he kissed me, our tongues playing with each other, taking turns nibbling each other’s lips, turning more and more sensual by the second. “You know, we never did enough of this before – waking up next to each other,” he moved between my legs, his manhood pressing between my pussy lips, “and making love in the morning,” as he pressed inside me.
Robert
The fear came back as I lay alone in bed that night counting the ceiling tiles. I imagined what she must be doing… they were doing. That video in my confused mind of Dani’s face when his cock impaled her that first time played over and over. One instant, watching that face, I knew I’d likely never see her again and was almost frantic with worry. The next, smiling at the picture she’d sent me of her in the sexy skirt and blouse, wishing I’d been there to watch him take it all off her, totally confident in her love for me and her family.
In short, my mind was a complete mess.
Monday was a holiday for many but not for an auto parts store. Thankfully it was a busy day, not leaving me any time to ponder whether or not Dani would be on that flight home.
Dani
I was nearly in tears all the way to the airport. It had been thirty-one years since I’d seen this man, and I didn’t want to lose him again. If anything, I loved him more than I had when he left thirty-one years ago. Yet, my husband – my family; I loved them as well. The scenery was a blur outside the car window. I felt Alan’s hand on my knee and covered it with my own, squeezing tight, remembering everything that had transpired in the past thirty-six hours.
I smiled, thinking of what Alan had done to me the night before, how much I’d enjoyed it; and wonderment that it was the same man who’d made such gentle love with me this morning, fearful that I may never see him again. Our lives were just too far apart.
I cried when I thought of the omelet he’d made me just a few hours ago – the same shrimp omelet as I’d Interrupted several years ago, prompting the nickname ‘baby girl’. This time, he finished the omelet and we ate it before he took me back to his bed one last time. He knew what I had been thinking, “After all, we’re adults now, we can control our impulses,” he told me with a chuckle as he was unbuttoning his shirt off my body.
That time hadn’t been so gentle. It had been with me on my hands and knees, screaming his name as he thrust into me, later telling me that he wanted ‘one last fuck to remember’.
Was that going to be our last? I couldn’t even contemplate the thought of never seeing him again. Yet, it was a very real possibility as I knew I’d never leave my husband.
He parked in the short-term parking. “You want me to go in with you?”
I did… and yet, “No, I want to say goodbye here, in private.” We kissed, the tears streaming down my cheeks.
We never discussed ‘next time’, never used the ‘L’ word. I got out, pulled my bag out of the back seat, and watched as the man who I’d given my virginity to thirty-one years earlier drove away.
The airport in Pasco, Washington was a little different than Tampa, Florida. There’s a grand total of one terminal, in or out. I saw him first, standing there, looking so scared – like he thought I might not be on that flight.
Then he saw me. The change in his expression was instant. A smile enveloped his face. I love this man. Can a woman love two men? We embraced and he held me tighter than ever before.
“I thought…”
I put a finger to his lips, “Don’t even say it. I’d never,” I told him.
“You’re so beautiful, love the outfit,” he told me once we were in the house. I’d almost forgotten what I was wearing, the leather pants and sweater. Robert looked at me like I was his goddess.
“I have so much to tell you, babe,” I told him. “You want to hear about it?”
He nodded, “Yeah,” then followed that with, “you’re going to want to see him again, aren’t you?”
All I could do was look at my husband who I loved so much and tried not to cry.
“Talk about that later?” he said.
I nodded, anxious to have that discussion, but he was right, now wasn’t the time. “Want to help me unpack?” I asked him. I wanted to show him the skirt.
He followed me into our bedroom, where, over twenty-eight years, we’ve had undoubtedly thousands of wonderful memories and two children made. Well, one was most likely ‘made’ in a hotel room overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Crescent City, California, on a trip through the Redwoods, but still…
I unzipped the bag and there on top was the leather skirt. I held it in front of me, showing him. “Put it on, model for me?” he asked.
I shook my head, “Not now, I have other plans for it.”
He cocked his head, wondering what I meant. I wasn’t going to give him a clue, setting it down and taking out the rest, one by one.
Toward the bottom, underneath a white shirt, Alan’s that I’d worn that morning, that I hadn’t put there when I took it out, was the ‘leotard’ from last night, bright pink, exactly like Alan had said. Jerry! He’d told me it was completely sheer, making me think that when we went to the store.
I held it up, seeing it for the first time. “What’s that?” Robert asked.
It took me a minute or two to realize what he’d said. When it did, I looked up at him with a smile on my face, “I’ll show you in a little bit.”
Everything else was there, too: the leather collar, blindfold, ball-gag, even the slippers and leg straps. Last thing out was the hoop and bar. I smiled, wondering what evil thoughts my husband must be thinking behind that smile of his.
“These are…?” he asked.
“From last night,” I told him. “Want me to show you?”
Robert
Did I! This was a side of Dani that I’d never seen before.
But first, dinner. It was early, only a little after four, but for Dani, she’d been on airplanes for a long time. We went to Olive Garden – maybe not in the class of Alan’s, but we both loved Italian.
“You have to help me out of my clothes,” she told me later that night, in our bedroom.
“Did Alan… help you?” as I walked to my wife and began lifting her soft sweater up her firm tummy. Her skin felt so delectable underneath it. It had been less than forty-eight hours since we last made love. The longest forty-eight hours of my life.
“No… I… he watched…”
Dani stood, not helping me, watching me, her eyes never leaving mine as I lifted her sweater over her head. She was wearing a new bra, one like she hasn’t worn for years, maybe decades; black, totally sheer. I ran my hands over her near-naked breasts, enjoying like a teenager with his first girlfriend.
There was something different about Dani, I guess knowing how she’d enjoyed another man and he’d enjoyed her. It was just… I can’t even begin to describe, so fuckin’ hot! My hardness factor had to be at least on the diamond scale.
My hands roamed down to her ass, feeling those leather pants, so tight around her waist. She wore leather often the first years of our marriage but gradually moved away from it. I didn’t understand why, she always looked and felt so good in it. I hoped that this would be the beginning of a new trend for her. But for now at least… God!
She moaned when I unbuttoned them, lowered the zipper, and began to push them down. When was the last time we’d done this? Me undressing her for sex? I have no clue, long, long time ago. Even with our recent, shall I say, ‘enhanced’ sexual experiences.
Her panties were a matching set with the bra; black, sheer, and tiny – so tiny. I had to stand back and just admire my sexy wife in that panty-bra set, noticing the dampness making them even more transparent. “You like?” she asked.
All I could do was a grunted, “Uhuh.”
“Good, because it’s my new style,” as she pushed her panties down, baring her smooth pussy. “Think the teachers at school would be surprised at what’s going to be underneath my skirts?”
Dani’s almost always worn pants to school. I could think of one unmarried math teacher in particular who might be having apoplectic fits. Since his first day three years ago, he’s had an obvious thing for Dani. He tried to hide it, but she’s told me numerous times the subtle things he’s done. And at games or anything outside ‘school’ itself, he’s not nearly so subtle in lusting after her. She’s always had fun teasing and I’d loved it. But now…?
“You going to help with my bra?” she interrupted my near trance-like state.
I pulled her to me, feeling her body against mine, almost like that first time. Maybe it hadn’t been spectacular for Dani, but it sure had for me. This seemed almost like that, except even better since I wasn’t nearly as afraid. My hands roamed from her bare bottom up her back to the strap of her bra… not able to find the clip.
“It clips in front, silly,” she giggled.
Oh! Well, I was just a little excited. Such a tiny detail. I moved my hands around front and found the clip, releasing it, then pulled it away from her beautiful breasts, rubbing my fingers across the hard nubbins of her nipples.
“Mmm, they like that, but… they’d like a little more.”
I knew what she meant, she’s made that comment before, many times. Dani loved my sucking on her nipples and I loved doing it for her just as much. She moaned when my lips sucked her breast into my mouth, first one, then the other. Back and forth, drawing her nipples out into their hard bud, moans of pleasure coming from her mouth until she finally said, “Enough, need to get dressed for you.”
The weird-looking, pink thing was still right next to her on the bed. She picked it up and started to put it on, first her legs, then pulled it up. “You better move the suitcase off the bed,” she said, so I moved it onto her dresser.
She struggled to get her arms into the sleeves that were so long and extended around her back., then stepped to our full-height mirror. “This is the first time I’ve seen it.”
It looked incredible on her, the way the material stretched over her body, showing every curve, her breasts, her hard nipples, so high on her hips, hands and arms totally encased, hanging by her sides…
“The strap on the back, pull it,” she told me
I did. It pulled her arms up around her waist, “Hard, pull it tight.”
I realized what it was doing, like a sexy straitjacket, trapping her arms in the stretchy material. “This is what he did to you?” I asked her. God, she looked sexy. I never would have imagined my wife…
“Uhuh… and more. Get the leather thing out of the suitcase.”
She watched herself in the mirror as I retrieved it; heavy, stiff, laces on one side, soft on the inside. “Put it around my neck, laces to the back. It wraps around.”
My cock was about to burst. This was my wife! I started to lace it up, holding her neck stiff. After three or four laces, pulling each one snug, she said, “Tight. It doesn’t hurt, won’t choke me. Pull them tight, try to break the string.”
Okay! If that’s what she wants. I undid what I had done and started again, this time pulling each one as tight as I could get it. There were ten laces up the back, like shoelaces, but I’ve never put all my muscles into shoelaces. Several times, pulling it through, then pulling tight, Dani grunted. “Too tight?” I’d ask her.
“No, just right.”
When I was done, she turned toward me, looking straight ahead; not up, down, sideways, but straight ahead. I had no idea that something like this could be such a turn-on, but… damn.
She stepped over to the suitcase, totally unable to move her head. “The slippers and two leather straps, get them.”
Again, I did as she asked, having no idea what they were for. Dani moved to the end of the bed, sitting down. “Put the slippers on my feet,” she told me, still looking straight ahead. I could see her moving her eyes, trying to watch, but her head was totally immobile.
Once I had the slippers on, she leaned back onto the bed, looking straight up at the ceiling, “Scoot me back just a little,” she asked. So I moved her up a few inches until she said to stop, her legs still dangling off the end of the bed. “Hook the two clips on each of the slippers.”
I still had no idea what all this was leading up to but did as she asked. There was a metal ring on each side of each slipper and each strap split into two at the end, with a clip on each, one for each side of the slipper.
“The blindfold.” I was only too happy to accommodate my bride. I had to press the elastic around behind her head because she couldn’t lift herself at all. Maybe I was dense, but I still wasn’t understanding where this was leading – other than the fact it was making me so fuckin’ horny!
“Now, the other end of the straps, they hook on the ring on each side of the collar.”
They’re short. I couldn’t picture how… “Bend your knees, what?”
She giggled. “No, just do it, I’ll show you.”
Okay, I grabbed the end and tugged, Dani lifted her leg up and I pulled a little harder, pulling her leg up to nearly vertical with the bed before the clip hooked into the ring. “Now the other,” she told me.
When I was done, Dani’s legs were held almost straight up. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing down between her legs and… my eyes got wide, realizing what it was doing to her. I hadn’t realized the slit in the thing she was wearing. And then she let her legs swing to the side!
“Holy! This the view Alan had!” I didn’t even realize I’d spoken out loud.
“Uhuh, Jamie and Jerry, too.”
I was too incredulous to register what she’d just said. After a few seconds, I looked up at my wife, “Jamie… and Jerry? Who are they?”
“Friends of Alan’s, we met them in the park. I was wearing the leotard. They thought it looked sexy, and Alan wanted them to see the rest. He invited them back to the house.”
I looked back down at my wife’s wide-open pussy, imagining this other couple seeing what I was seeing, “You didn’t object?” I asked her.
“Couldn’t, had the ball gag in my mouth… but didn’t want to, anyway. I was so turned on.”
I got the gag out of her suitcase, put it in my mouth and tried to talk, only unintelligible noises came out. Took it out. I didn’t like it, couldn’t imagine how Dani could have, either, put it down. “Alan fucked you like this?”
“Uhuh, Jerry too, like I hope you’ll hurry up and do.”
Everything my wife was saying was shocking the hell out of me. “He did it, too?”
“Twice,” she said, “well, actually he did me once and I did him once in a chair.” I couldn’t take any more, my pants were coming off.
“This ‘Jerry’, what’d he look like?” I asked her.
“Don’t know, I had the blindfold on the whole time they were there. All I know is that Jaime, his wife – or girlfriend, sounded young. Couldn’t tell about Jerry.”
“So you fucked a guy, what – sitting on his lap in a chair, don’t know how old he is, what he looks like, anything?”
“His name, I knew his name; first name, at least. He’s well endowed. And God, it was hot! He took the gag out and we kissed. He made me come so hard.”
“And what was your football player doing while you were fucking this guy?”
She laughed, “He was fucking Jamie. She wanted to try the outfit I had been in. I was naked.”
“Speaking of which…” My clothes were off by then. Dani was propped up, legs in the air, her shaved pussy anxiously awaiting and I couldn’t keep this up any longer.
I stood at the end of the bed, my rock-hard cock teasing her entrance, getting a desperate sounding “Please,” from my wife. She was pulling at her arms, looking frustrated that she couldn’t get them free.
“Any more ‘surprises’?” I asked her.
Dani’s legs were spread wide, her naked pussy gaping open, just begging me. I couldn’t resist. The ‘bareness’ was totally new and so damned sexy looking. My mouth went to her, sucking, tongue reaching inside her. She moaned.
“Anything more?” I asked her again, before my lips found her soaking wet love-button and sucked it into my mouth. Dani’s hips bucked in my mouth, her body tensed, and I got the first gush of her orgasm in my mouth.
“Jerry…”
“Yes, Jerry what?” as I set to work sucking the cum from her gushing pussy.
“Lied to me… told me… ohhh fuck!” I’d stood up, my straining cock pushed inside her. She was so wet and slippery, it slipped inside her so easily. So deep! So good! I groaned along with her, pausing to enjoy the sensation of being buried so deep.
“Told you… what?” I managed to spit out.
I pulled out of her, thrust back in – hard – waited for her answer.
“Don’t stop… please!”
I pressed my pelvis hard against hers, waiting. “Lied to you?”
“Told me… the outfit was… transparent… like pantyhose…”
I couldn’t wait, another withdrawal and hard thrust inside my wife’s pussy.
“Before went to… the… store…”
The orgasm exploded inside me. Dani’s legs were spread wide on the edge of the bed. I pressed myself inside her, gritting my teeth, muscles clenched, feeling her body’s shuddering contractions, her thrusting hips.
When it was over, I snuggled up to my wife, kissed her, and nibbled lightly on her ear. She’s always loved that after sex. After a few minutes of recovery time, I unfastened the hooks at her neck, letting her legs down and helped her scoot up on the bed, then took the blindfold off, and snuggled back up with her.
“How much of that was real?” I asked her. I pretty much knew that the park, Jerry, Jamie, and the store were made up to get me excited – and it had worked.
She giggled. I didn’t know how she could even breathe with that thing around her neck. “Guess you’ll just have to figure it out, won’t you,” she said.
“There was no Jerry or Jamie, was there?”
She just giggled some more, the happiest sound on earth. She can’t tell a story like that without giving it away.
Next morning, she was up early as usual. Dani’s always at school by seven-thirty. Our parts store doesn’t open till nine and I’m usually there by eight-thirty. I’d never paid attention before, but that morning, I wanted to see how she was dressing.
She didn’t disappoint, with a matching pair of extremely skimpy, red lace bikini panties and bra, then a skirt just at her knees. “Wouldn’t Tom like to know what’s under that skirt, think he’ll get a sneak peek?” The flowery skirt was conservative but pretty. She put another new cashmere sweater, similar to the one she wore home the day before, but a pretty blue to match the skirt. When she moved just right to the light, I was sure I could make out the outline of her red bra.
She laughed at my reference to Tom, the math teacher with a crush on her. “Might be late getting home, going to try and meet with Jen after school,” she told me, not answering the question about Tom and a sneak peek.
The store was slow that day, giving me lots of time to daydream about what might have really happened that night in Tampa. The one thing I was certain of was that there was no Jerry or Jaime. Dani wouldn’t do something like that, even under those circumstances. But it was fun to imagine what it might have been like if there actually had been.
That evening, true to her word, Dani didn’t get home until after seven. She’s usually home after school by four with a load of homework to do, tests to grade, something.
We had a fabulous dinner, roast lamb chops, baked potato, green beans with bacon, and heated store-bought biscuits. Peanut butter ice cream for dessert.
The subject of Alan never came up, and at bedtime, Dani brought out the steel hoop. “Want me to show you what this is for, tonight?”
If it was going to lead to anything like last night… “Yeah, love it!” I enthusiastically told her.
She pulled the sweater over her head, revealing that sexy bra and as she began to unbutton the skirt (Tom – eat your heart out!), she said, “Oh, by the way, we’re going out to dinner with Jen and Rich Saturday.”
Something to look forward to. Jenny is always so much fun. Richard, her husband, too, but especially Jenny. Even as long as I’ve known her, twenty-eight years, she still sends my heart rate through the roof.
But now, my wife… and that hoop…