"I see you found the ice tea your wife so generously suggested I make," then to Dani, "Coffee...?" he smiled, "... tea or me?"
She scooted away, "Show me the sink, I want to wash my hands." Alan led her to the sink, helping her find the faucet control for the water then stood behind her as she rinsed her hands, groping around to find a bar of soap.
While Dani groped behind the sink, looking for the soap, Alan snuggled up behind her, undid one of the shirt's buttons, reached his hand inside cupping her breast, and nibbled on an ear.
I mentioned my dick straining earlier, it was in full force now, watching Alan with my wife's bare nipple between his fingers, tongue reaching into her ear, Dani's head to the side, a moan coming from her lips.
She turned, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him, mouth open, tongues tangling, until Alan lifted her, setting her on the counter next to the sink.
Alan backed away, looking at her, sitting there, legs spread apart. I had the answer to the question I wondered earlier; Dani was wearing nothing at all under the shirt - top or bottom.
He unbuttoned her shirt, pushing it open, "Ahh, Babygirl, you're so fuckin' gorgeous," he said, pushing his pants down, bare underneath, same as Dani. God ― so big!
Okay, the pride here, in my wife, more than offset the feelings of jealousy. That this guy, this superstud, how he thought my wife was beautiful (not that she wasn't)!
He moved closer, took a nipple in his mouth, just the nipple, teasing. She likes it when I suck her whole tit in my mouth. Dani arched her back and moaned. He pulled her off the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist, and... impaled my wife with that big dick inside her.
Both groaned. I noticed quite vividly that he didn't have to gradually work his cock into her like before, he just slipped inside her, all the way to his balls.
I was still in the dining room, separated from the kitchen and the couple by a bar, about to move my horny body into the kitchen when Alan carried my Dani, like that, to his oak dining table and set her on it, his cock still deep inside her.
"Ahh Babygirl, you feel so good to an old man!"
And as I'm standing there, right next to them, totally unknown to Dani, he begins to pull his dick out of her, inch-by-inch, seeming to go on forever, slippery-looking, wet with Dani's juices. How he fits inside her...? God, my resolve about this cage thing from a few minutes ago was already wavering - exactly why I need to be sure Dani has the keys safely hidden away. I have no willpower.
"Alan!" Dani screeches, as he pulls up his sweats and she realizes that he's not going to fuck her.
She's not as desperate as the night before when he did the same thing in that restroom, but still...
"I like the feeling of being a little randy during the day, especially my woman," he said with a big smile on his face, "should make all of us that way," looking toward me, too. Yeah, no doubt!
Dani was groaning, sitting on the kitchen table, her legs spread and that waxed pussy swollen with her excitement. Alan helped her down and into a chair beside mine. I didn't want to say anything, remind her I was there. Dani sat with her elbows on the table, resting her head on her palms, little groans emanating from inside her.
"Breakfast in just a few minutes; sourdough pancakes and homemade maple syrup," he said, "same as we serve in the restaurants, my recipes."
His pancakes were wonderful, unlike any I've ever had. Not that pancakes were uppermost in my mind.
He helped Dani with the first couple bites and she managed from there, already learning to negotiate without her sight. She occasionally was picking up a forkful of nothing, but for the most part had at least a little pancake.
"Something I realized," Alan said, "you can't get sourdough pancakes in a restaurant, they're all buttermilk... except in mine. We use real sourdough; pancakes, cinnamon rolls, fresh-baked bread, lots of things. So much better. Been a goldmine," he said.
Well, he was right about the pancakes. Being good, that is.
But it was a little hard to be attentive to pancakes when my Daniella was sitting across the table from me dressed in nothing except a white shirt, single button done up, nothing underneath it, Alan's cock inside her on this very table less than ten minutes ago. That's all kind of distracting.
"April's going to be over in a little while, help you with your makeup this morning, Babygirl," he told Dani, "be kinda hard for you."
We finished eating, Alan helped Dani find the couch, and I helped clean off the table. "You're a lucky man," he told me as I was rinsing off plates, "I've never found another woman like her... set the bar pretty high," he said.
I nodded my agreement, "Thank you, I think she's pretty special, too," I agreed. It seemed kind of weird talking this way about my wife to the guy who was going to be sleeping with her and fucking her for the next week.
The doorbell rang about the time I was washing the table off. Alan had finished the kitchen cleanup and had just gone in to sit with Dani. He answered the door and a very bright, cheery, young lady came in wearing a short, flowery skirt and matching silky blouse; long, flowing coal-black hair flowing down her back nearly to her waist. She's tall, several inches taller than Dani's five-feet-four, her sexy legs going on forever until hidden under that short skirt.
Last night when April was here, guess I was a little preoccupied and hadn't noticed how pretty she was. Of course, she had been dressed in more of a business suit, with her hair up in a bun, too, and didn't have that cheerful smile on her face.
"Brownie anyone?" Alan offered a plate with four of his 'specialties' from the night before, the ones laced with marijuana for one reason only; to enhance one's libido.
"You want to come with me, hon," she asked my wife. Dani got up and once again, April led her upstairs to Alan's bedroom., both taking along one of Alan's brownies. Watching Dani walking in nothing except that shirt, barely long enough to cover her, was... wow! At home, I probably wouldn't have given it a second thought, but here, totally different. At least this time, I knew what was happening.
