Chapter 06 – Joanne
It was a long ride home the day after the reception. I closed my eyes and Jack slipped a CD into the player. It was a collection of old standards by Ella Fitzgerald, all slow, lovely ballads. It was soothing, just what I needed after the late night we had. My mind flowed back over the surprising events of the reception.
It had been fun having Danny as my escort. Few of his friends were there and so, I had his undivided attention. I confess that it was a pleasure. I have always enjoyed the attention of men. When I feel well-dressed and feel the eyes of an attractive man on me it thrills me. And to have a young man half my age attracted to me, wanting to dance with me, talking to me, flirting with me and having me flirt with him... well ... I call that a good time.
"Are you asleep? Or thinking?" Jack said, looking over at me.
"Just daydreaming about last night," I smiled.
"Yes?" He said, "and?" A small laugh accompanied his unspoken question.
"Oh, it was just very special. You had fun too, didn't you?"
"Yes, sure, nice party." Jack slipped his hand onto my thigh. I fondled his hand and lapsed back into my reverie.
I needed to think. Last night might have been a turning point of some kind. I thought of the night sky and lying on the cool grass of the 18th hole. I don't know exactly how it happened. It had been my fault, of course. I suggested a breath of fresh air. What could Danny say? We left the dance floor hand-in-hand and then suddenly we had walked all the way to the last green.
Before I knew what happened, Danny's cock was against me and I was guiding him. Just as suddenly, I felt him slip into my wet pussy. It was over too quickly; he was so excited he came just as he entered me. But there it was, he HAD entered me! I had taken that wonderful, beautiful young cock and guided it right into my vagina. That is what I mean by a turning point. Jack and I have fantasized about it during sex. It is thrilling to talk about that fantasy. But doing it! Taking that strong young stalk of a cock and holding it in my vagina, that is something else! And I loved it!
Since I haven't had another man besides Jack, I need to think about the situation. Jack finds it exciting as a fantasy, but that may not be enough to make it all right.
"Maybe it does..." I thought. "But no, that's too easy an answer!" I answered myself, cutting off the self-justifying thought. I was nearly sure that Jack had not been completely free of affairs. Men are different. It's not an excuse, but they have an easier time doing it and living with it. But that's about Jack, not about me. "What about ME?" I asked myself.
I spent the ride home thinking about it.
I have always enjoyed sex, I enjoy it a great deal. On the other hand, I have never been comfortable talking openly about it. I have rarely initiated our sexy evenings, though I know that Jack would like me to do that more often. But, when Jack proposes a fantasy, or something new to do, I always join in willingly. And, I usually enjoy it, to be honest.
Jack likes the added edge a fantasy provides our lovemaking. Danny has been special to me since we became friends with his parents. It was easy for Jack to work Danny into our sexual fantasies as my lover. The first time, it had been arousing to me. And then, each time I saw Danny, it increased, improved, and heightened the fantasies. And now, the fantasy had become a reality. What to do about that? Is it going to destroy Jack and me, or continue to enhance and build our sexual pleasure... and our life together? That was the question.
"Some question!" It slipped out.
"Did you say something?" Jack asked, turning down the volume.
"Oh, no, just thinking out loud, I guess. I was thinking about last night... on the golf course. You sexy devil!" I slipped my hand along his thigh and nudged his cock.
I didn't mention which golf course. The thought rang through my mind: "My god, I had two different men between my legs in the same evening!" I thought for a moment I had said it aloud. Even saying it to myself was a bit jarring. I could never have believed that sentence would be true of me. But, though it made my stomach tighten a bit, I realized that I was slowly accepting it; accepting that it was not unthinkable. I had to admit that I felt pleasure thinking about it. It was making me moist and I longed to soothe myself under my dress.
"It'll be good to get home, I need to put my feet up and just do nothing!" Jack muttered as he turned off the interstate and headed down Cantorville Road toward home.
"The Question" lingered in my mind all week. Thursday was "Girls' Club" meeting and Janet was hosting it at her home. Girls' Club alternates between a book review meeting and playing Bridge. Once a year we have a catered luncheon and all members dress in the style of a character from a book. My character was Daisy from F. Scot Fitzgerald's book "The Great Gatsby."
After showering, I stood sorting through my lingerie. I picked my most lacy, most attractive, most decadent panties and bra. My Wonderbra with white Chantilly lace over a soft nude cup boosted my breasts into an impressive cleavage. Matching white lace hip-hugger panties fit over a matching garter belt. I gathered the sexy old-fashioned seamed Nylon stocking over my arm and inspected it. I caught my own eye in the mirror.
"You don't have to be this authentic, you know!" I chastised myself. "I know," I replied, with a smile..
In my heart I knew what I was doing. I couldn't help myself. I was dressing my sexiest because Danny might be home while the party was on. I didn't like admitting it, but it was true. I told myself it was just trying to be true to the character, but a slight smile gave me away, even to my inner self.
The light brown, silky stocking slipped up my leg and I fastened the snaps and stood looking at myself in the tall mirror next to the dresser. I examined the image with satisfaction.
I tried dress after dress, not satisfied. They lay round about on the bed, on chairs, on the dresser. I was exasperated with myself. Again I worried that I was doing this to attract Danny's attention. At last I pulled out an old dress that Jack likes me to wear for fantasy dinners. I never wear it in public because it is so revealing.
The blue dress settled like a second skin over my hips. The neckline was a deep v where my pushup bra provided an impressive cleavage. A slit revealed most of my stockinged leg through the skirt. I tied a knot in a long string of pearls and adjusted it to nestle in my cleavage. I thought it completed the look of the 20's flapper. Stepping into high heels, I examined the result and laughed quietly at the effect it would have on men.
It would be a full afternoon; we would play bridge for an hour or so, break for lunch and then finish the bridge afterwards. I was a little early and Danny was still setting up tables for his mother.
"Hi, I'm early, can I come in?"
"Wow, look at you!" Janet giggled. "Yes, come in, come in. All rested from the wedding?" She laughed.
"Nearly." I replied.
"It was great. I am glad you two were there. It made the party!"
"Yes, it would have been lonely without you, too."
"You're 'date' is setting up for us. Danny, come see what your favorite girlfriend looks like!"
Danny looked around the doorframe and grinned self-consciously.
"That's it? No reaction?" His mother chided lovingly.
"No, Mom.. ... ... you look... terrific, Mrs. Williams." He said respectfully.
"Hello Danny, dear! How's my favorite dance partner!"
I walked across the room and offered a hug. His mother turned to her tasks and I saw him relax. His eyes took a more thorough tour of my cleavage and the rest of my body. I pointed one toe outward, letting him see my leg through the slit in the dress. His grin became broad and warm and he returned my hug. The first hint that my characterization of Daisy came in the jutting erection that bumped my tummy. My pulse and my morale both went up a notch.
"By the way, I'm having trouble with 'Microsoft Word.'" I said. "I can't figure out how to insert clip art. Can you show me later?"
"Sure, glad to. I'll turn on my computer. Anytime." He said, turning away reluctantly.
"By the way," he whispered, "you look BEAUTIFUL!" His face flushed with excitement.
"Thanks!" I whispered conspiratorially.
"God, what a HUNK!" I said to Janet.
"I know! It's a sin, isn't it?" His mother laughed and hugged me close. "You look just great, Joanne. You'll have to beat the men off with a stick, starting with Hunk Hogan in there."
The other members arrived, dressed in all manner of costumes. We spent some time greeting one another and settled in to begin playing Bridge. After a few hands, I was dummy and stood up to go to the bathroom. The powder room was already occupied, so I went upstairs. As I turned down the hallway, I found Danny at the top of the stairs eavesdropping and waiting for me.
We fell clumsily into each other's grasping arms. He pressed me against the wall, his mouth covering mine and seeking my tongue. My heart was pounding as his hands lingered on my hips. I took his hands and led them up to fondle my breasts. His erection jutted against me and I parted my legs to straddle his thigh. We pressed together and moved against each other, his tongue deep in my mouth. He felt strong and manly against my body for that brief, exquisite moment. I pulled away and then leaned forward to kiss him once more, his hands still eagerly groping my breasts. Danny let them slip slowly away from my body, leaving two very hard nipples.
I hurried downstairs to take my seat, my face flushed. I looked down at the dark band of stockings screaming 'tramp' under the table. There were too many people in the house for me to make many trips up those stairs, though I wanted to do it again. Eventually, Janet provided an opening as we prepared for lunch, calling to me from the kitchen.
