Dear Reader, for the second time I'm taking a stab at something that's not my usual story line. I hope you enjoy this April Fools Joke.
Dave glanced at the clock on the dashboard for the third time since he'd left work 10 minutes previously. The normal 25 minute drive was still going to take 25 minutes, which meant that no matter how fast he drove he was still going to be 15 minutes late,
after
he'd promised Lena he would be on time. With a sigh he pushed the button on the steering wheel and, when Siri responded, he told her to call Lena.
~
Lenore was her full name, named after none other than the famous beauty in Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven." His mother in law had been a Professor of English Literature, which explained the somewhat odd name. Along with the adornment of the unusual and famous moniker on his future wife, she'd also always insisted on calling her by her full name. Most of the rest of the world just called her by her nickname "Lena."
Whether she was Lena or Lenore was neither here nor there right now, as for probably the 15th time in their 20 years of marriage he was going to be late for their anniversary dinner. His work schedule had included working weekends for virtually forever, it seemed normal to him by now, but it wasn't always easy to get away on time.
March 29th, their actual wedding date, was a Thursday this year. Most years they celebrated twice by doing something special on the day of their anniversary and then again on the Sunday following. Every few years their anniversary actually fell on Sunday and they only celebrated once. But some years, like this one, that Sunday was April 1; April Fool's Day.
The very first time it happened Lena had surprised him with an April Fools' gag Anniversary gift, and now the gag gift was part of the unwritten tradition regardless of whether that Sunday was April Fool's Day or not. The best part of celebrating twice was that it usually including a hot and passionate second session of Anniversary sex. That the gag gift was almost always sexually related, was a given.
Although always a joke gift, the gag didn't have to necessarily be worthless. One year he'd presented her with a very large, very black, dildo matching the almost universal myth that black men are well hung. They'd played with the monster, finding she could successfully take it in her inflamed pussy; and to his chagrin she actually loved it and the feeling it gave her of being so full. It became one of her favorite toys, alone - on her own, or with his help.
Another year he'd found and presented her with an absolutely repulsive (at least he thought so) sex tape of a hugely obese woman that would "take it" anywhere. He'd never forgotten the lines on the cover: "Even her belly button is an orifice." It hadn't done anything for him, he'd bought it because it was so repulsive, and thankfully it hadn't done anything for Lena either. They'd actually put it in and started watching it once, but in short order had taken it out and moved to something that aroused them both. They'd both used that as a playful threat over the years: "Do what I want, or I'll tie you up and make you watch that horrible movie." That they'd thrown the movie out almost immediately didn't matter - it was the threat that counted.
Her best gag was the year she'd told him she'd "set him up" with a friend that she was going to share him with. For several months she'd questioned and teased in their lovemaking, asking about which of her friends he'd have the hardest time turning down; which of her girlfriends did he think had the nicest boobs, which would he most like to fuck, would he ever consider a threesome and if so, with whom? It seemed she'd never pass an opportunity to entice him with the thought of one of her girlfriends as they were making love, forcing him to think about others. "Do you think Mary likes to be on top like this?" or "I'll bet Sara likes it doggie style too, her big titties hanging down for you to play with." Finally, he'd spilled the beans, confessing that her girlfriend Melinda he'd always thought to be the hottest, that if he had to be on an uncharted island with someone besides her, Melinda would be the one.
Breaking the ice, confessing that he did find at least one of her girlfriends, or the wife of one of their mutual friends, as sexy enough to arouse his ardor had turned out to just be the start. He'd always worried about making Lena jealous, but when she seemed to enjoy his confession, it had actually opened up their discussions for more honesty. Lena also admitted that occasionally she found someone through her work travels and client presentations, seminars, or trainings, interesting; mutual acquaintances or perhaps just seeing some random stranger somewhere that she found sexually appealing. He didn't need to confess that her admission of attraction to someone else was arousing to him, she always ended up with an extremely hard cock to play with.
On the particular April Fools night of her greatest gag they'd gone out to dinner, taking a taxi so they could both drink. Their actual anniversary date was almost always celebrated at home; almost always involving new lingerie, sex toys, videos; an anything goes sexcapade between spouses. As usual, when going out for their Sunday anniversary date, Lena had chosen what she wanted him to wear and then dressed herself to the nines. Sexy as hell, she had teased him beyond mercy all night long with what was going to happen when they got home. They both used innuendo's in their words, her hand on his leg as often as his was on hers; bending forward to give him a view down her dress to her naked bra-less breasts, whispering how she couldn't wait to get alone where she could suck his cock and they could fuck into oblivion. Dinner done, they called for a cab, but when it arrived, Lena pulled him aside and told him she had a surprise for him: she wasn't going home. At the last minute, with the cab already sitting and waiting, she told him, "Your surprise gift is that I'm not going home with you. I've made arrangements with Melinda, she's home in bed waiting for you." He knew his eyes had bugged out, his mouth had dropped open, and he'd found himself tongue tied. He'd argued (with his prick practically jumping out of his pants at the thought and telling him not to argue) that he didn't want to cheat, that he really didn't want to sleep with anyone else, but she'd been unrelenting. "It's not cheating if I know about it. I've thought about this for quite some time, and I know you have the hots for Melinda. She's agreed to fulfill your fantasy, and she's home in our bed waiting for you."
His mind was befuddled by the champagne they'd had at dinner, which had been preceded by two glasses of wine as they'd waited for their table. In the end he'd blindly gone along with it, stepping into the cab and leaving Lena standing on the curb, blowing him a kiss, and telling him to have fun with a smile on her face. He'd gotten home to a quiet house, noting from outside as he walked up that, surprisingly, the light in their bedroom was on. Walking down the hall he'd called out, not getting any response, and finding out why when he opened their bedroom door. "Melinda" was naked and waiting as promised, stretched out in the middle of the bed. After all the teasing and his mind being befuddled at the thought of his wife's hot and sexy friend waiting for him, he'd been totally blown away to find that Melinda just happened to be a blow-up doll, complete with a name tag and note saying she'd do anything he wanted with no questions asked. He cracked up, knowing he'd been totally had -- that Lena had been working on this gag for months. Lena arrived home half an hour later, only to have him partially get her back as he was naked on the bed with his cock buried in Melinda's blow up mouth. They'd laughed about that one for years, even sharing the gag and laughs with a few good friends.
One good thing from that year had been that all the questions about "who would you like to do it with" had opened the door for discussing some of the things outside of "normal" that really turned them on. He'd always loved hearing about Lena's previous lovers; over the years she'd regaled him time and again with stories of losing her virginity, giving her first blow job, the first time that her cousin had gone down on her, and the like. The one thing above all else for Dave, although he had wondered what sex with many of her (or their) good friends would be like, was to admit that the thought of Lena with another man really drove him crazy; crazy with lust, but always crazy with the thought of Lena being fondled, and in his most outlandish fantasies, fucked, by someone else. Once she found out about his fantasies of Melinda, the questions of "what about Melinda, what would you really like to do with her if you had the chance," had expanded to include other women that he found attractive.
Lena hadn't at first wanted to admit to him when she found another man attractive or enticing but, as that changed, he always pushed to get her to be more explicit about what she'd like to do with someone else. She loved to hold or play with his cock when she'd talk about sucking someone else's prick or fucking someone else as he always got extremely hard, especially if she got specific with names.
"So," she asked once as he'd just been sliding his cock into her wet and warm pussy, "you'd like it if I was spreading my legs for Sean and it was him sliding his big, hard cock into me right now?" Sean was just the latest name that they'd been discussing on a somewhat regular basis, a co-worker of hers who she'd admitted was quite handsome and if she could date someone, he'd be the one. He'd practically exploded in her as she'd continued to talk about him, telling how she'd love to suck him off, how good his cock would feel in her, how much she'd like to please him with her body. That he was black, and she had a couple of times mentioned that he'd had some tight pants that really showed off his package and was perhaps big like her black dildo, didn't hurt the fantasy either.
She didn't mind sharing her fantasy lovers with him; she got the pleasure of his ultra-hard cock in return.
Over the years she'd described to him again and again what she'd like to do with certain friends, some more than others. Lena had always loved fellatio; the feel of a hard cock in her mouth, the way she could drive her man crazy with her lips and tongue, the way she could make him beg, the power she had over him. It had almost become a ritual that when she was sucking on him that she'd pull off and tease, talking about what it would be like to be sucking on her latest fantasy date (whose name changed from time to time as she met someone new that struck her fancy); describing how big she thought his cock was, or perhaps how he'd shoot so much that she couldn't swallow it all. It never failed to get him harder when she did this; consequently, it had become standard sex play for them. She'd always gone along, thinking of it as teasing, as foreplay, never really thinking too much about it until one night, she did.
She was right in the middle of loving on his cock with her mouth when it dawned on her that maybe he really was serious about her being with someone else. She pulled off, holding his cock upright with her hand, tantalizing it with her tongue momentarily when she said "What would you say if I came home and told you I'd
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