“You asked me last night how much of what I said was real?” she asked me.
“Uhuh, was just curious how much you’d made up.”
“And what do you think I might have made up?”
The night before, she’d told me some pretty outrageous things; wearing that ‘thing’ out in public to a store, making up another couple, fucking the other guy, and so on. Those things just don’t happen to forty-nine-year-old, conservative high school teachers. Of course, most married high school teachers don’t have ex-NFL boyfriends, either.
We were in the bedroom, getting ready for bed. I was sitting on the bed in my red boxers, Dani had put on a nighttime outfit, one of my favorites, that she’d bought a couple weeks earlier, a pajama set; pink lace and very, very sheer, all intricate, flowery patterns throughout; the top – spaghetti straps over her shoulders, a deep ‘V’ and elastic under her boobs emphasizing her ‘assets’. The bottom was cut low on her hips with a tie around her waist; loose and flowing legs with slits nearly to her thigh, all concealing exactly nothing, only pretending to try, which made the whole thing sexy as hell.
Not even considering the makeup and perfume she’d put on that we’d gotten that night in Tampa, if she was trying to seduce me, she was doing a damned good job.
“Jerry and Jamie for one, going shopping for another,” I told her, looking back and forth between her nipples poking through and an almost naked, shaved pussy that I still wasn’t used to – not at all.
She laughed, “Seems I have a credibility problem, then, don’t I? Alan didn’t believe what I told him about that night last October, either. Which do you think is more likely to not have happened, that night or Jerry?”
Not giving me a chance to answer, she went to my closet, rummaging through it. “I don’t see your old jacket from that night, you do something with it?”
“No, I hung it in the closet, haven’t touched it since. But you’re changing the subject, tell me.”
She turned toward me, walking back to the bed and sat down beside me, “I asked you… which do you think is more likely to be real, that night, fucking Jerry, or the shopping trip?”
“Well, I know what happened that night, so that’s got to be the top of the list, and I have to seriously doubt that either Jerry or going shopping wearing that thing happened.”
She started giggling, “Guess it’s a matter of knowledge, isn’t it? Alan knows what happened Sunday night, doesn’t think that night in October was possible, so he’d tend to put those things in the opposite order.”
I looked at my wife, finally saying, “You’re telling me…”
“That what I told you about Sunday was real?” She turned more serious, “Meeting Jerry and Jaime in the park, they came back to the house and we fucked. Twice.
I closed my eyes, leaned back on my hands, and pictured in my mind what Dani was telling me. I opened them when I felt Dani get up off the bed. She went out in the hall, then back a moment later with a kitchen chair.
“I want to show you exactly what Jerry and I did while Alan and Jaime were occupied on the bed,” she said, rummaging through a drawer after setting the chair down. She pulled out the blindfold and a pair of handcuffs, then pushed her pajama top and bottom off, making herself gloriously naked. Staring at her like this, imagining just two nights ago, brought me a whole new appreciation for my wife’s body.
She put the blindfold on herself, then told me, “You need to get naked, too,” and sat down in the chair she’d brought in.
She waited a few moments while I slipped my clothes off. My cock was rock hard, imagining myself as Jerry, looking at this beautiful, naked woman for the first time then she held out the handcuffs to me, “Put this on me,” holding her arms together behind the chair.
I did as she asked, locking her arms together in the cuffs, clicking them tight on her wrists, then stood, admiring my handiwork, my gorgeous wife blindfolded and handcuffed, her legs spread apart on the chair showing her puffy, damp, shaved pussy.
“Now,” she said, “suck my tits… be Jerry.” If we hadn’t had the sex just the night before, I would probably have come right then, visualizing this guy that Dani didn’t even know what he looked like, sucking her naked tits in his mouth. Fifteen minutes earlier, I was certain he was just ‘a story’. No more!
I knelt in front of my wife, sucking one of her nipples in my mouth, then her entire tit, imagining how Jerry must have enjoyed doing what I was.
Dani moaned, “Oh yes, feels so good!”
I mimicked what I thought he would have been doing, switching to her other tit, my hands all over her, her nipples hard and pointed, eliciting more moans. “I had the gag in my mouth,” she whimpered in-between moans.
Okay, I knew where she’d put it, the same drawer as the blindfold and handcuffs. I got up to get it and she stood up at the same time. “Make this even more realistic,” I said as I forced the ball in Dani’s mouth, then strapping it tight around her head. I know she said she didn’t like it, but too bad. It’s how she said she was that night. And fuck, it was hot, my smart, sexy wife so helpless with a complete stranger.
She sputtered, trying to make sounds, her mouth opening and closing but nothing more than grunts coming out. Her hands motioned, pointing to me, then the chair, along with the ‘ahh, ahh’ sounds she was making. I presumed she was trying to tell me to sit.
My heart was pounding in my chest when I felt Dani’s body sliding down mine. We’d made love, had sex, thousands of times in the last twenty-eight years, but this was so different. Only two nights earlier, her naked body had been sliding down onto a stranger’s cock. When I began to feel her pussy slowly wrapping around me, I was that stranger, feeling her for the first time.
She ground her pussy down on me, eliciting moans around her gag, pressing her naked tits against my chest and almost frantically rubbing her lips and the gag against my lips, almost like she was trying to tell me…
I pulled the gag from her mouth and within a millisecond, her lips were on mine, her tongue exploring my mouth, grinding her pussy on my pelvis, my cock buried deep inside her.
She pulled her lips away for a moment, saying, in her fevered voice, “Suck my tits.”
That’s a phrase I would never have expected to hear from my wife a few weeks ago, especially being said to anyone other than me. But who the hell was I to deny the lady’s request? Her nipple was hard and distended when I sucked it into my mouth. Dani had thrust her chest out and her head was thrown back, eliciting moans from her mouth, “Ahh, so good!”
My excitement level was at least a fifteen on a scale of one to ten. This concept of ‘being’ this other man who had done this very thing to my wife only two nights earlier was blowing my mind.
Our bodies were in unison, Dani pumping up and down, my thrusts into her with every one of her down motions, and my lips moving from one tit to the other.
I felt it before her scream, her pussy tightening, clamping around my cock, “Yes, yes, yesss!” she screamed as her body quivered and shook from her orgasm, setting off my ejaculations inside her, spurt after spurt, the intensity almost agonizing. The thought briefly went through my mind wondering if this other guy’s orgasm was as forceful as my own, which only made me come harder. Who’d have ever thought?
We were both damp with sweat, breathing hard when it was finally over. God, it had been hot! When Dani was able, she climbed up off me and turned, “Will you take these off me, indicating the handcuffs on her wrists.
I climbed up off the chair, went to the drawer where she was apparently keeping her ‘toys’, and rummaged through it. “Where’s the key?” I asked her, not finding it among her other things.
Her face almost instantly turned white, “I…I… don’t remember seeing it,” then almost as quickly, recovering and breaking out in giggles. “We have no key!”
I looked at my wife, standing naked, still blindfolded, hands behind her back and began to laugh along with her. “What the…” hardly able to stifle the giggles at the mess we’d gotten ourselves into. Or should I say, gotten Dani into?
I took her blindfold off, then examined the handcuffs. They were metal, looking all the world like police handcuffs, certainly not ‘toy’ cuffs. There was no emergency release like I’d have expected on cuffs intended for sex play. They needed a key, plain and simple, which we apparently didn’t have.
She sat on the bed while I looked on the internet for how to remove handcuffs. Bolt cutters. Unfortunately, our house was just a little short on bolt cutters laying around.
“The store,” I finally blurted out, “we have bolt cutters, even one to loan,” I told Dani.
I began to get dressed. The store’s about a twenty-minute drive, so I told Dani I’d be back in about forty-five minutes or so. “I want to go with you,” she said, “I don’t want to be here alone like this.”
I guess it would be kind of a helpless feeling. I finished dressing, then started to look for some easy-to-put-on clothes for Dani. She couldn’t put anything on top very easily because of her arms behind her back. “Just get my pajama bottoms and blue coat,” she told me.
The coat made sense, it fits her nice and loose so she could just drape it over her shoulders and button in front, but the pajama bottoms? “You sure?” I asked her, “it’s chilly outside.” It was still mid-February. Not cold, but we weren’t in Tampa. Last time I looked, it was forty-eight.
“We won’t be outside long… and I still feel kind of naughty,” she told me with a sexy grin. “Besides, there won’t be anyone else there this late.”
A few minutes later I was unlocking the back door to our parts store, and Dani followed me in. I found the bolt cutter and took her coat off. I had to stop and take a breath. Dani, nothing on top, wearing those sexy jammie bottoms in my store, filled my head with images: Tyler, the new kid we hired a couple months ago, walking in on us; customers in the store…
I had to quit thinking about that and tend to the task at hand, getting those handcuffs off my wife. Unfortunately, I’d put them on tight. “Don’t move,” I told her, carefully putting the tip of the cutter over it, so hopefully, it wouldn’t pinch her skin, then squeezed the handles together – hard.
It finally snapped, and one side popped open, Dani letting out a little squeal. She rubbed her wrist and we looked at it, a small scratch where the bolt cutter had pinched her. A moment later, her other wrist was free as well. That one was a little easier since she could help now, pushing her skin away.
“Well, that was fun,” Dani said, as I was starting the car, “not quite like going shopping in that sex store, but still…”
I looked over at her, my mind going in places I knew it shouldn’t and my cock starting to grow again, “You know… Castle? I bet they’re open.”
“I… I’m not… No…” she stuttered, her face turning a bright red.
I turned right from the parking lot, instead of left toward home. She looked at me, “Hon, you’re not…”
It was all I could do to resist chuckling. This was going to be fun.
**Dani**
I couldn’t believe my husband was doing this. I doubted there was anything I could say that would dissuade him. Well, probably, but truth was, I was excited. Besides, we did need to replace the broken handcuffs.
The fact that I was dressed, uhh – mostly undressed, the way I was, was turning me on. I couldn’t believe the change in myself over just the last few days. Only a week ago, I wouldn’t have even imagined myself going to a sex store, much less wearing nothing except a pair of sexy pajama bottoms and coat. Now, I can’t even describe how turned on I was… and freakin’ scared out of my mind! I didn’t even have a blindfold to hide behind. It was worse even than being naked would have been.
I knew where it was, and the closer we got, the wetter my pussy was getting. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I told my husband.
He turned toward me, glancing down at my pajama bottoms. They had a single purpose, to turn on my man, and the two times I’d worn them had served their purpose very well. Now, to wear them into an actual store! In our empty parts store had been bad enough. How many people are there in a sex store late on a Tuesday night? Hopefully, only a clerk. I didn’t have any idea how many were in the store in Tampa or how anyone dressed.
When Robert stopped in the parking lot, I was shaking, scared out of my wits, “Don’t think if I can do this,” I told him, “almost wish for that blindfold.”
“Want me to go buy one first?” he asked, trying to be helpful.
I hesitated, hadn’t thought of that. It would make this a lot easier. But, did I want ‘easier’? I looked down at myself, those sheer, lacy bottoms. They didn’t hide ANYTHING! Neither was the coat long enough. At least the coat had a couple buttons done up.
“No… I want to do this,” surprising myself. Even with Alan, I think I’d have said no to doing it if he’d given me the chance, which he wouldn’t have. Like I said, at least then I had been blindfolded.
My heart was pounding when Robert opened my door and took my hand, helping me out of the car. I concentrated on just breathing. ‘I can do it, I can do it,’ I kept telling myself. I was actually going to go in that store in nothing except transparent bottoms and a coat.
And then, as I stood, getting enough strength in my legs to move them, Robert unbuttoned the coat, letting it drape open several inches, “There, lots better,” he said.
He’d just raised the stakes exponentially. It barely was covering my nipples, leaving my chest and stomach completely naked. “Really?” I asked him. He was enjoying this wayyy too much,
He didn’t answer, just took my hand and we began walking toward the entrance. I had to use my other hand to hold it together at least a little while we walked. I knew I looked good for a forty-nine-year-old woman; probably even for thirty-nine. A lot of hard work.
There was a sign on the front door, ‘Minimum age eighteen. ID will be required for all appearing to be less than thirty.’
I would have happily died when we went through the door and there were customers everywhere, couples and singles, probably twenty or more people; short skirts, pants, even one young girl in a negligee. That helped, I didn’t feel quite so out of place.
We began wandering around, nearly every person we passed turned their head for a peek at the new woman, barely dressed.
“What are we looking for in here?” Robert whispered in my ear.
I looked at him, “You suggested it, thought you knew – handcuffs, maybe?”
Okay, that seemed to give us a goal, at least. I’d never been to a place like this. Well, not true, exactly, but it was the first time I could see anything. Robert stopped to look at a shelf of dildos and picked up a big glass one, “Think you’d enjoy this?” he asked me with a smirk on his face, holding what looked to be at least nine inches long, curved, deep spiral ribs the full length, then a handle on the end.
“Can I help you find anything?” a pretty, curvy mid-twenties girl asked. She was wearing a tight blouse, buttons straining to keep it closed, and a micro-skirt maybe six-inches long. “You’d love that, I can tell you it feels incredible,” she told me, looking me up and down. “Love your outfit, too,” she said.
Her name tag said ‘Rebekka’ on it, with ‘k’. “Pretty name,” I told her.
“Thank you,” she said, “most people call me Bekka – with a ‘K’,” with a little laugh, “it was my dad. Mom said she wasn’t happy when she found out. They’d agreed on the name but never talked about the spelling. She thought it’d be normal, with ‘C’s.
She must have noticed the embarrassed look on my face, “First time here?” she asked, “haven’t seen you before.”
All I could do was shake my head. Robert looked like he was enjoying himself immensely. “You do know you don’t need the coat in here, it’s plenty warm,” she said.
I felt my face flush all over again, then my husband behind me tugging at my coat. I couldn’t. Not that. I took hold of it and held, “No, I told him… can’t.”
“Too bad,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “we do have a little nudity in here once in a while, always nice.”
“Is it even legal?” I asked her, even worrying about myself. These bottoms weren’t hiding anything.
“No, but we’re careful about underage. The police don’t bother us.”
“You sure, hon?” Robert asked me, still standing behind me with his hands on my coat.
I was tempted. “I… just can’t,” I told him. Maybe another time I’d be braver. Maybe if there weren’t quite so many people.
Robert had the box with the dildo, and Rebekka led us to the aisle with all sorts of handcuffs. She picked up a pair, furry, “These are the most popular, they feel really good,” clipping them around my wrists, showing me that they wouldn’t slip off.
“You know you can use them on your husband, too,” she said. “Lots of husbands like it.” Robert’s face had turned red, shaking his head no. I liked the thought.
“You should try bed restraints, too,” she pointed out, opening a box with four wide leather cuff-like devices, each with an attached light rope with a mechanism that pulled tight and locked. I picked up one and clipped it around Robert’s wrist, squeezing it down tight.
“Fits perfect,” I told him before he had a chance to object. “We’ll take it,” I told Rebekka.
Just before we left, a hundred-some dollars poorer, along with some lube for the dildo, she’d told us that it ‘would enhance the feeling inside me’, I noticed her slipping my husband a note. I wondered…
On our way out, about ten feet before the door, I shrugged my shoulders, did a little pushing, and let my coat fall off, baring myself for those last few feet. When we got to the car, I couldn’t stop giggling, “I can’t believe I did that… so fuckin’ excited!”
Then I remembered the note. “What’s with the note?” I asked Robert.
“Dunno,” he told me, showing it to me, ‘come back in, need to ask you something.’
“Guess I better check it out… be right back,” he said, disappearing back inside.
A moment later, he was back, getting in the car with a grin on his face like a Cheshire Cat. “Well?” I asked him.
He gave a little laugh, “She wanted to know if you’re into girls? Think she fell in love.”
I stared, my mouth dropping open, “She… what?”
He repeated, “I think she wants to fuck you,” handing me her business card with a personal cell number written on it.
I couldn’t stop myself from starting giggling again, “I’ve… never… What did you tell her?”
He took the card back from me, looked at it, then handed it back, “That you’d call her, of course.”
“You… What? You’re not serious?” I was incredulous, surely, he was joking.
All he did was smile at me, “Don’t be rude, call her, she said she’s off at ten every night, off Sunday and Monday. I told her you’d probably call her tomorrow.”
He started the car and headed home. I didn’t know what to think, I’ve never been with a girl. I used to be curious what it might be like, but haven’t even thought about it for years, probably decades. And now? With everything else, I wondered… She was pretty.
I bundled the coat around me and rushed inside when we got home. Robert was right behind me, carrying our bag of goodies. I was so horny and knew he would be, too, after that little expedition.
“I think we better get some sleep,” he said, putting our bag of goodies on the kitchen table. The bulge in his pants was saying something completely different, though.
He undressed and climbed into bed.
**Robert**
I watched Dani, totally blown away by what we’d just done. Her, in that store, then taking off the coat as we left. Hot damn! I can’t think of anything in my forty-nine years so hot. My school teacher wife, ninety-nine percent naked… in public!
I wanted nothing more than to fuck her right now. But… other plans.
She put on the top she’d taken off earlier, it seemed like an eternity ago, just as freakin’ sexy as the bottoms. She climbed into bed beside me, snuggled up to me, and nibbled on my ear. Those ‘other’ plans, they could…
“We need to talk about… him,” she whispered in my ear.
“Uhuh,” I knew we did. It turned me on just thinking about him – with Dani.
“So?” she asked, her fingertips just grazing up and down on my manhood.
I didn’t know what she wanted from me, the hardness of my cock was pretty much giving away my feelings on her ‘relationship’ with him.
“I think…” I started to say, my mind going a thousand miles a minute, going nowhere, “I… liked you being with him… staying with him.” “What we just did… you’d never have done that.” I liked the ‘new’ Dani, apparently, the ‘young’ Dani reincarnated. And the new me as well.
“I like… the surprises, not being in control, never knowing what’s next, maybe a little… being pushed outside my comfort zone.”
I nodded, thinking that I enjoyed it, too. Both of us so far out of the zone we’d been in for virtually our whole marriage. Something that I’d never imagined, from either of us. “I like it, too, the little push.” I thought about it a moment longer, “We can do it to each other, but the impetus… I know, that came from Alan.” I went on, “And he’s made me realize how sexy you are. Maybe how much I’ve kind of gotten used to that, even forgotten. But now… it all seems so new again.”
This time it was Dani’s turn to nod in understanding, “and exciting, I feel so alive, like every minute is something new.”
“I think… it’s partly because I know how he wants you, how sexy you are to him. And I’m seeing you with those eyes.” My mind wandered to something he’d said, “Single all those years… because no woman could compare.”
I finally decided to blurt out what I was thinking all along, “I want you to see him again, maybe a weekend… if you want to, that is?”
Dani smiled, “I love you, you know that, don’t you,” snuggling her body up to me and kissing me, more with love than passion. Like the ‘old’ us. I still liked that, too, mixed in with the new.
“Yes,” she said, “to both.”
She climbed out of the bed, “I was looking for something when the evening started,” rummaging through my closet. “Your jacket, the wool one with the hole in it. It was on this hanger,” holding up an old metal hanger, the kind with the twist ties, probably the only one like it still in the house. “What did you do with it?”
I sat up, surprised, “I haven’t touched it since I hung it there. You sure you didn’t do something with it?”
“Uhuh, I’m sure. I wanted a picture of it to send to Alan. Show him the physical evidence of that night. He still didn’t believe me.” She went through the rest of my closet, then again, then hers. “It’s not here,” she finally admitted. That was weird, it had been, neither of us had touched it since that night. I’ve pushed it aside dozens of times looking for a shirt to wear.
“You copied that security cam footage on your laptop, didn’t you?” I asked her, “you can send that to him.”
“Uhuh,” as she opened her laptop, went to the file directory and started scrolling, “It’s gone… not here. I remember it, ‘mystery night’. It was there, I remember thinking that it was the last ‘M’ file in the directory, I’d never lose it.”
Now we were getting spooked, big time, everything seems to have disappeared, just as mysteriously as it appeared. “You sure you’re looking in the right directory?”
She nodded, “Uhuh, am.” She did some more keystrokes, she’s a wizard on the computer. “It’s not anywhere, I searched the computer, there’s no such file. It’s gone.”
“Okay,” I asked her, “what do you remember about that night?”
She thought a minute, “Jen and I were having dinner at the River House, I had a shrimp salad, we even talked about it being the anniversary of our senior year homecoming.” She smiled, “I even remember thinking about it being my first time with Alan.” She paused a while after that memory, then, “I was surprised you weren’t here when I got home and finally went to sleep until you got home and woke me up.”
I sat, staring at her, realizing, then it dawned on her, too, “Oh my God! I remembered it, all of it.,” clamping her hand over her mouth in shock. Those hours had been gone to her, a blank as if they’d never happened. Now, they were back – and all our evidence had disappeared.
“I have to call Jen, ask her,” she said.
She got on the phone, talked to Jenny a few minutes, their conversation had me in total shock, Dani, too. When she clicked it off, “She remembers it all, doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I asked her about not remembering.”
“It’s like… like that night… never happened.”
“Except it did… I remember it all… like it was yesterday… how you were over him… him on his back, it’s so clear in my mind…” I closed my eyes, reliving in my mind what I’d seen that night. “You had his cock in your hand, holding it at your pussy… and started letting yourself down, inch-by-inch, his cock disappearing inside you… groaning… you paused… about halfway down on him. Took two deep breaths…” It couldn’t be any clearer in my mind, like I was watching them together right that minute, “let yourself drop down on him… the grimace on your face, Alan’s big groan. He said it was his first time, too. You leaned forward, your naked breasts… kissed him. There was a little bit of blood leaked out…”
I opened my eyes, remembering what it had been like standing there watching my wife’s first time. Her face was white… “What?” I asked her.
“Honey…” she paused, a long time it seemed, “it… it wasn’t like that…”
I looked at her, it was, “But… I saw…”
“No… I was on my back…” and she described in detail how it had happened, completely different than what I’d seen. “That was how you described it to me that night,” she said.
I was in shock. I know what my mind had just seen was what I’d seen. But, had I told her differently? She wouldn’t lie about that. I know what had happened that night, what I’d seen, exactly like I just described to Dani. Yet…
“His name, how would I have known his name?”
She got up, pulled her senior yearbook down from the top of the closet, thumbed through it. “There,” she said, pointing to a picture of her and a tall, lanky black football player, ‘Daniella Foster, Homecoming Queen and her date, Alan Ryder’. She turned the page, there was a big glossy picture she’d inserted a long time ago, her date, Alan Ryder, kissing her on the lips, the second picture – the one I’d ‘never seen’ before. It was all there, what I thought I had never known before that night. Written across the bottom in his scrawl, ‘Best girlfriend ever, Love you, A’
Dani and I looked at each other, almost simultaneously said, “It never happened.” It had been a dream, all an elaborate dream. But how… how could Dani still remember the coat? The security camera? So many things that she remembers, too, like the blackout, Jenny’s blackout. If it had been a dream, how could Dani remember those things?
Nothing made sense – none of it. Everything that had happened since – it had all stemmed from that night. And yet…
“Maybe he was right,” she finally said, “it couldn’t have happened… Any other detail you can think of, anything?” she asked.
I closed my eyes, envisioning the scene all over again, what I’d seen that night – or thought I’d seen, “The mole… a little brown mole on his butt, about there,” pointing to my right butt. “Didn’t think of it until now.” I thought a few seconds longer, “Two, there were two right together, that’s what made it stand out, why I noticed.”
Dani’s eyes were big, her face almost white, “He doesn’t have two moles,” she said. My heart dropped, “He had them removed in college. Said the guys in the locker room were teasing him too much. You… you couldn’t have known!”
I thought back to high school, “I never had a PE class or anything else with him, either,” I mumbled to myself, I never would have seen anything like that.
It was a mystery that would probably never have an answer. The one thing I was certain of, though, it had happened, all of it!
Wednesday morning, I watched Dani getting ready for school again. My newly rediscovered appreciation for my wife and her revelation about Tom, the teacher at school with a crush on her, gave me a totall different perspective on watching her. When she came out of the bathroom wearing the sexiest blue, bra and panty set, satin covering all the really good spots, lace everywhere else, I had to comment, “Wow,” I told her, “someone’s feeling frisky today.” I liked it. Especially, after last night.
“They’re French Lace boy shorts. I know from the way he looks at me, that Tom’s always wondering what I’ve got on underneath. Wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would I?” with a big smile on her face.
“He get a peek yesterday?” I asked her. She smiled, seemingly answering the question with a wink.
“Maybe you should invite him here sometime, give him a private fashion show,” I suggested.
“Wouldn’t want to do that – spoil the mystery for him?” as she pulled on a skirt that came to just above her knees. Nothing sexy about it, she teaches high school kids. But what they can’t see…
I spent the day wondering just how she’d ‘accidentally’ give that peek. Maybe even make it seem like not an accident. Drive the poor guy wild. Well, that and reliving the night before, almost wondering if that had been an elaborate dream as well. I couldn’t believe my ‘conservative’ wife going into a store like she had. And taken that coat off!
And Alan, was she really going to spend a weekend with him? Maybe even frequent weekends? I still wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It was so fuckin’ hot. And yet… scarier than anything I’d ever imagined! Maybe like… jumping out of an airplane, not quite certain that the guy who’d packed the parachute had ever done it before.
Dani is always home before me. School is out at three-thirty, she typically has an hour or so of work afterward and our store is open until seven. Those extra hours were torture as I wanted to talk to my wife. Dani and I both love KFC, so I called her and told her that I’d pick us up a bucket on my way home; regular, all thighs. Nothing like treating my wife to a gourmet dinner.
There’s nothing quite like a nice candlelight dinner of KFC. Well, on the couch, using the coffee table as a dinner table is a close second, so we opted for the second option.
After ‘dinner’, she told me, “I talked to Bekka this morning.”
That got my attention, “You called her? Or she called you?” Somehow, it made a difference. Either way, I was surprised.
“I called her on my lunch break.”
Ahh, so Dani was…?
“I think I have a date.”
With a girl! “But you’ve never…”
“I know, maybe a first, huh?”
Along with about a ton of other firsts.
“Sunday’s her day off, we’re going to dinner that evening.”
Like I said, I like this ‘new’ Dani. My nearly perpetual hard-on was back in force, my imagination working overtime.
“Ready for dessert?” Dani asked me, her sexy smile putting a whole new meaning in ‘dessert’. I had my own plans for dessert.
She brought out two bowls of chocolate mousse, something she makes on average about once a year, whip cream piled on top.
I took a bite. “Mmm, it’s so good, what’s the occasion?”
She acted offended, “Can’t I make something my husband likes without there being an occasion?”
“Uhuh,” another bite, “love it, thank you!”
She kissed me on the cheek, “You’re welcome, just that… I love you.”
“No better occasion than that, is there. Love you, too!”
We ate our mousse, then time for the real dessert.
I tugged her up and we headed into the bedroom. “Don’t you think it’s time we tried out some of the things your new almost girlfriend sold us?” I asked my wife.
When Dani slipped her skirt off, down to those panties, I asked her again, “Tom get a peek today?”
She smiled, sitting on the bed, her legs just slightly apart, “Let’s just say that he’s making it a point to be in the break room at the same time as me.”
It’s just that simple to make my cock jump to attention.
What he’d give to watch her slide them down her hips like she was doing about then. “No, leave them on,” I suggested.
Dani looked at me quizzically, but pulled her panties back up, then reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. I liked her in nothing except those panties. I was down to my boxers, so we were even. Except for the big bulge, she didn’t have that. Thankfully!
I rummaged in what was now Dani’s ‘toy’ drawer, first pulling out the blindfold. “Next time’s your turn,” she said as I slipped it down over her eyes. I admit I was kind of looking forward to that, wondering what it’d be like.
Back to the toy drawer, I wanted bed restraints, two of them. I asked Dani to lay down and stretch her arms out. She knew what was coming when I clipped the cuff around her wrist and then around the bedpost, tugging it tight. Then her other wrist, pulling it tight so Dani’s arms were stretched tight and she couldn’t move them at all.
“Too tight?” I asked her. She shook her head no.
Next, the hoop. I love that thing. From Dani’s reaction the other night, she does, too. It holds her legs together so her pussy is so tight. That had been about the most incredible orgasm the other night.
“Knees up to your chest,” I told her. I slipped the hoop over her back and the back of her thighs up to her knees, then clipped the crossbar in place in front of her tummy, locking it in place, trapping her legs tucked tight up to her tummy, knees together.
“What would Tom think if he saw this?” I asked her, Dani’s French lace panties pulled tight across her pussy, nothing else on.
Dani moaned. “You like thinking about him seeing you like this, don’t you? Alan already has, he’ll probably think of something new next time.
I climbed in the bed with her and nibbled on a nipple. “Bet Tom would love to have this titty in his mouth, too,” as I sucked hard on her breast, hollowing out my cheeks. Dani flaunched around, not able to move much of anything; fingers, feet, her head. Guess I should have put that leather collar on her, too late now.
“You ready to try that other toy?” the big dildo. “Pretend it’s Tom’s dick going inside you the first time? Maybe the start of another weekend with Alan? It’s about the right size.”
Dani’s moans were an indication that something I’d said was hitting the right kind of nerves. I climbed back off the bed. My dick was hard like a stone pillar. I got it out of the drawer, then out of the box. Damn, it looked big. “It spirals, Rebekka say anything to you about that?”
She laughed, “Maybe it’s for screwing.”
That gave us both the giggles.
I took it in the bathroom and ran hot water over it, warming it like Rebekka had suggested, then sat down on the bed and ran my fingers over Dani’s panties, pressing them ever so slightly inside her. They were so damp. “He get to see these today?” I asked her.
“Mmhmm, in the break room. We’ve been making a game of it, getting a few minutes of alone time.”
“So he knows you’re showing him? That it’s not just accidental?” I’d already slathered the lube on the dildo and had teased pushing her panties aside, holding the dildo there between her legs where she could feel it starting to press. “You watch him get hard for you? It make you wet when he sees you?”
“Uhuh, uhuh,” was all she could get out.
Her hips had started to respond to my ministrations and I began to press it inside her, just an inch. “Ohh!” she began emitting low moans as I pressed, another inch, then another.
I began to twist it, to ‘screw’ her. Slowly, ever so slowly, each full twist bought me another inch. Her hips were rocking, humping, her legs held tightly together, almost a continuous wail coming from her mouth. I almost wished not so I could see her pussy opening up.
“You imagining this is Alan’s cock inside you or Tom’s?” I pulled it back out, pressed it in, as far as before, no further, Dani whimpering. “You going to think about this tomorrow when you show him your panties?” Another full twist, another inch inside her. “Maybe one day you should really surprise him, skip the panties completely,” rocking the dildo back and forth a little, pressing it against her clit when I pulled it out and pushed it back in. She was gasping, breathing hard, trying to get air into her body.
“There’s still another four inches. It all going to fit?” as I worked it up and down a little more. My cock had been inside her with this hoop over her legs. I knew how tight it would be, how sensitive she was. And if what Rebekka had said about that lube was true…
The dildo was probably five inches inside her. “That enough for now? Maybe we should just leave it like that for a little while.”
She whimpered, “No… please…,” her hips bucking back and forth, arms pulling at the restraints, wracking her body on the bed.
I rocked the dildo back and forth a bit more but left it where it was, just watching and listening to my wife’s moans. “Think I’m going to get a glass of water, be back in a bit,” I told her.
I went to the bedroom door, opened and closed it, like I’d left the room, then stood there, watching Dani somewhere between misery and bliss, groans coming from her mouth, my cock about to burst in my pants.
I don’t know how long I stood waiting, watching Dani flaunching back and forth on the bed, maybe five minutes or so before I quietly stepped back to the bed and pulled the dildo out of her. “Nooo! Please!” Dani screamed. If she and I hadn’t been having sex the last two nights, I’d have come with that scream. It was… otherworldly, I have no idea how to describe. I was so fuckin’ hard!
I left her like that, helpless on the bed, whimpering, and took it to the bathroom, running more hot water over it and more lube before sneaking back and pushing her panties aside again, pressing it back into her as far as before, then started twisting,
In between the pants, sweat running down her face, Dani tried to speak, “Ye… ye… Ohgodohgodohgod!” as I began to twist a little more.
I felt her body begin to spasm, the wail from her mouth intensify. I was almost afraid she was going to break the ropes holding her arms the way they were pulling, her body trying to curl up as an orgasm wracked through her, spewing out loud, unintelligible noises, spit dribbling down from her mouth. I twisted it deeper, the full nine inches, pulling and pushing, doing whatever I thought I could to intensify the orgasm wracking her body.
It seemed like it was never going to end, went on and on and I couldn’t control myself a second longer. I pulled it out and plunged my cock inside her, again and again, thrusting my steel rod into her, exploding, spewing cum, hardly able to breathe, Dani’s already tight pussy milking the cum, pulling it out of me.
I thought perhaps I was having a heart attack. It was the most violent orgasm I had ever had. It took a long time, lying beside her, before I was physically able to begin the process of unentangling Dani from her restraints. Her body was soaked in sweat, our bed was even soaked.
Okay, I’ll admit, the brief thought went through my head, ‘top that one, Alan Ryder!’