Feb 23
"You want to talk about it?" I asked Dani. We'd just dropped Jenny off at home and were on our way to Pasco to pick up Dani's Lexus.
She looked out the window, "I... it was a little more than I thought..."
"But? I hope you're not unhappy with Jenny." She wasn't acting angry, but sometimes...
She turned toward me, "No."
"Me?"
"No, I'm fine, better than okay. Last night was... I can't even describe. And I know Jen is, too. Have to wait and hear how Richard reacts."
I wondered if he'd be disappointed that he wasn't there. I remembered, watching Alan and Dani that first time in Tampa, his big, dark brown dick slowly disappearing inside her pussy lips, how I felt that night; excited, jealous, turned-on, a little afraid (quite a little, actually). I didn't think Dani still quite understood. It was different between me and Jenny. As exciting as it was, the intensity of the past becoming the present wasn't there with Jenny.
"Hon... I've been thinking about something," Dani started to say, "I want to go see Alan again, you know that, right?"
I nodded, "Uhuh, we talked about it."
"Well... I want you there," looking straight at me.
"You... you... what?"
"You heard, I want you to go to Tampa with me. I want you there, for everything."
Holy crap! The vision of Dani and her black lover kissing that first time flashed through my mind. Could I? A whole weekend? I was just taking the exit off Hwy 395 when she said that. Thankfully, there wasn't much traffic on Sunday morning, I likely would have crashed.
My thickening cock sure as hell told me I could. And would. I gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead, my breath catching in my throat. "I... You sure? Thought you'd want privacy."
"I do, but after last night, I like the idea of your being there even more."
I remembered feeling like I'd be a 'third wheel' when we were in Tampa. Maybe so, but I sure as hell wasn't going to turn down her offer.
That evening, Dani showered and started putting on her makeup. With the excitement from the night before, I'd completely forgotten that she had a date with Rebekka from The Castle.
Have you ever watched your wife sitting at her makeup table in nothing except a skimpy, matching pink bra and panty set, getting ready for a date - with another woman? Neither have I, not until tonight. I looked at her sheer bra, her prominent nipples. The way she concentrated on the mirror, putting on her lipstick. I imagined those red lips kissing Rebekka's God!
"You know I'm still really horny tonight, don't you, as she pulled a dress out from her closet; a short, silky, flowery wrap-dress. "Think she'll like this one?" she asked me, holding it in front of her. God!
Half an hour later, my Dani was walking out the door, "I'm picking her up, going to dinner... not sure about 'after'."
She kissed me goodbye, her erotic 'Tampa' perfume fragrance lingering in my nostrils. I couldn't stop marveling at the change in our lives in just the last couple weeks. A week ago β Tampa; Last night β Jenny; Tonight β Dani having a date with another woman. Damn, the thought was hot!
I needed something to occupy my time. I've always wanted to make carnival-style corn dogs. I know, weird, huh, but that was my mind recently. I found the recipe I'd been looking at online: Flour, corn starch, eggs... twenty-four hot dogs. I was thinking more in the line of two. Figured I could cut down everything to one-twelfth but wasn't exactly sure how to get one-twelfth of two eggs.
But I managed to cut it down at least somewhat. Had a little batter left over (about ninety-percent) but the corn dogs were good, really good. And that took the first half-hour of what I knew was going to be a long, long evening.
And it was. Luckily, there were some NBA games, I watched the Thunder blow away the Spurs. Not a very exciting game, but I'm a Thunder fan so it was fun watching OKC destroy San Antonio.
Dani's Lexus pulled in our driveway at ten-forty-five. Her clothes all looked fine, but her lipstick had definitely not been touched up since...
"I hope you're recovered from last night, because I really need you to fuck me," was all she said when she came inside.
She got her wish. And that was pretty much all the explanation I got as to how her evening had gone. All I'll say is that we didn't exactly 'make love' that evening.
The next several days were actually pretty normal. That is, if you consider getting up every morning and watching your wife getting dressed in skimpy panties for the sole intention of teasing a co-worker, as 'normal'.
"Do you trust me?" Dani asked, Friday evening after a very good salmon patty dinner.
I looked at her, what kind of question was that? As if... "That's a silly question, of course," I told her, not understanding why she'd even ask such a question.
"... because I want to do something... and I'm not sure how you'll like it... but I think you will." Her face looked nervous.
"Something? You going to tell me... or is that where the 'trust' comes in?" Now she had me nervous, too.
She stood, taking my hand, "Come with me," she said, leading the way into the kitchen. "Bring a chair," she said.
Okayyy - I followed her into our bedroom, bringing the dining chair along with me. She was still wearing the knee-length skirt and cashmere sweater she'd worn to school that day. As usual, pretty but not sexy. Still, though, on her, everything looked good.
Once in our bedroom, she told me where to put the chair, then suggested that I'd probably better go pee... "Just in case," she said. I did, got a little dribble out, had gone not long before. Then she asked me to take my clothes off. So I did, down to my undies. "All of them," she said. After I took my boxers off, standing completely stark-naked, she directed me to sit. I seriously had no fuckin' clue.
"Close your eyes," she told me, and I squeezed them shut as she'd asked. I heard what sounded like a drawer opening, then a moment later felt the blindfold going over my head, covering my eyes. "See anything?" she asked from behind me.
I managed to open my eyes, total black, shook my head, "No, nothing," I told her.
"Good, wait there just a minute." I heard another drawer opening and closing, then Dani back by my side. "I know this is going to feel pretty strange, but you'll get used to it... lift your legs a little."
She pulled something over my feet and up my legs, "Now stand," she said.
I did, feeling almost like I was putting on one of Dani's swimsuits. Weird! "You probably have an idea what this is, but it's made for men." She pulled it up, trapping my hardening cock against my tummy. She said it'd feel funny - kind of an understatement! On the sexy side, too, I have to admit. I'm forty-nine and never worn spandex anything.
I hoped to hell this thing wasn't pink. Of course, she said it was a man's version, and it wasn't high on the hips like Dani's, it felt about like I'd imagine a speedo swimsuit. Never worn one of those, either.
Dani helped me get my arms into the sleeves, and they were weird, not having a hole for hands, the stretchy material, and especially knowing what was coming.
But knowing and feeling are two completely different things, when Dani started pulling the sleeves behind my back, trapping my arms around my waist, it was almost a feeling of panic engulfing my senses, "Don't like this," I tried to tell her.
She chuckled, "Okay for me but not for thee? Kinda sexist, doncha think?" cinching them tighter. "Besides, you'll like it, guaranteedβI think."
Well, my dick was liking it already. I had no idea what was coming, but the anticipation was driving my libido sky high, I was steel-rod hard, almost abnormally hard. Dani appeared to finish, locking the sleeves behind my back, "How's it feel?" she asked me.