Alan was on the phone in the morning when I went downstairs. Dani wasn't there yet. I wandered into the kitchen, got a pitcher of apple juice from the frig, and an insulated glass from the cabinet, filled it with crushed ice, and sat down at the table. Alan seemed to be talking to someone from one of his restaurants.
He came in several minutes later, a frustrated look on his face, "Gotta run, little issue at the restaurant, prob'ly back in a couple hours," he said, "I'll go let Dani know."
He scampered upstairs, just long enough to change, then back down, telling me, "April's coming over, be here in just a few. She has to hurry, though, has to be at the studio by nine... oh, there's some cinnamon rolls in the cupboard, third to the right of the sink, you and Dani help yourselves," and he was out the door.
Apparently, there'd be no fuck on the counter, no porn video starring my wife, and no 'after' treat from April that morning. But, at least, I'd get a chance to finally spend a little alone time with my wife.
I checked the cupboard where Alan had suggested, damn, those looked good; huge, thick frosting, probably all his own recipe. I set them down on the counter and put one on a plate in the microwave for a minute. Best damned cinnamon roll I'd ever eaten. I wondered if they also had the marijuana aphrodisiac in them. Wouldn't be a bit surprised, kind of hoped they did.
I was at the table with my roll and apple juice when April came in, every bit as gorgeous as I remembered from the day before; looked about eighteen, short, sexy skirt. I started to offer her a cinnamon roll when she told me, "Gotta hurry, late," and rushed up the stairs to Dani and Alan's bedroom. God, even that thought, 'Dani and Alan's bedroom', was a turn-on to me. Everything seemed to be a turn-on.
She was upstairs probably fifteen minutes when she helped Dani down and over to the table beside me. Damn! What next would she be wearing?
Before I even had a chance to take it in, April was there, giving me a kiss on the lips, her tongue tickling mine, "Looking forward to that night when Marvin's gone on that trip... probably Friday," she said, leaving me drooling like a puppy dog. And then she was gone.
Okay, now that my heart rate's back to only about quadruple, I'll relay what Dani was wearing that morning: a black, flowery, thin, but at least not transparent, short halter-top, just to the elastic under her tits, tummy bare, tits swaying with every movement; The combination of the low-cut, hip-hugging stretch leggings and lace panties riding high on her hips, inches above the top of the leggings was just... WOW; red heels to match the red lace panties. Dani, apparently has taken a liking to sexy heels, which she rarely wore before. Not that everything she's worn on this trip hasn't been out of character from our twenty-eight years of marriage.
I hoped that Dani's new 'dress code' would carry over after we went home but honestly, didn't have much hope that it would. Here, she's anonymous, no one knows her. At home, would be completely different. Maybe we'll have to take a few more trips to Seattle or Spokane just for the opportunity. A guy can dream, anyway.
"You like a cinnamon roll, apple juice?" I asked my wife. God, how could just asking my wife a simple question seem so awkward - and so fuckin' erotic? And this after only two nights of her being Alan's woman.
"Please, yes," she answered, sounding just as strained.
I got up, gathered another plate and glass, poured her the juice, heated and sliced her roll the way I knew she liked them, and took both back to the table, taking her hand and showing her where the roll was. God, even that brief touch of Dani's hand sent shock waves of lust through my body that I haven't felt in years. I needed nothing more at that moment than to take my wife upstairs and fuck her until she couldn't walk! I'd never felt the surge of jealousy like I did at that moment, the fact that here, she was Alan Ryder's woman, not mine. He could and likely would do exactly what I wanted so fucking bad, if not today, then assuredly tonight, like he had been doing the last two nights.
Dani took a bite of the roll, "Mmm, this is good," she said, agreeing with my verdict from earlier. Then, she felt along the table until she found my hand, putting hers over it and squeezing, only exacerbating my need, and asked, "Hon, are... you okay? Us... are we okay?"
I put my other hand over hers and answered, "Perfect... except..."
She looked toward my voice with her unseeing eyes, "Except?"
I hesitated to answer, not knowing how to say what I wanted to say, "Except... I... need you so fucking bad... to make love with you... and know I can't."
Dani started to say something, "Hon..."
"No, I knew what I was getting into before we came. Had an idea how it would affect me... just, maybe not quite as much... nearly as much, I guess, as it has... but still, I knew then and I know now that this week you're his, not mine. It's just hard, so hard!" There, I'd made my little speech.
Dani smiled, leaning my way and her lips found mine, "I love you, hope you know that,"
Her tongue pressed into my mouth, my body shaking with wanting her, kind of like the first time we made love so long ago, except on steroids. I don't know that I've ever felt like I did then. And I knew Dani was feeling it, too; her kiss wasn't only passionate, it was more like... hell, I can't even think of the right words. This wasn't my Dani, it was some other woman desperate for sex, intoxicated by lust for my wife. The cinnamon rolls - laced with Alan's magic potion?
She took my hand, pressing it against her breast, naked through her thin top. I pinched her nipple the way I know my Dani likes and got a loud moan vibrating through her mouth. "Suck it... please," she begged.
I pushed the elastic up over her breasts and found one with my mouth, sucking her tit into my mouth. My body felt more alive and on edge than I ever had before, Dani loudly moaning and pressing the back of my head hard onto her.
A hand stole its way down her tummy, underneath those stretch pants, inside Dani's skimpy panties, eliciting an even louder moan, until she said, squeezing her legs together, "Oh god... no... can't... want so bad... can't touch my pussy."
My dick was about to burst through its plastic cage. A finger pressed into her, "Ohhhh!" Dani groaned just before she pushed my hand away."
She wrapped a hand around the hard plastic encircling my cock, "Take it off... I can suck you... want to."
God, the only thing that would be better would be to be inside her. Yet... my body shuddering, wanting to do as she said, desperately wanting what she'd offered, I stood, barely able to stand, stumbled up the stairs, into Alan's room where I'd left the key. My willpower was gone, I couldn't stand a moment more, looking in the nightstand where I'd left the key. Fucking thing was gone! Fuck, fuck, fuck!! I was nearly desperate needing that key and it wasn't there. I nearly dumped the whole damned drawer out on the floor, but my sanity, what little bit was left, exerted itself.
I looked everywhere I could think he might have put it, being careful to not disturb anything. That was a little hard in my frantic search, but I was careful. I finally gave up, he either made a special point of hiding it or took with him. How the hell did he happen to find the damned thing, anyway?
"The key, I can't find it, not where I left it," I told Dani on my way back down the stairs.
"I have one," she said, "in my purse... in... Alan's truck..." she groaned. The truck that he would have taken a little while earlier. Just to be sure, I looked out the window, thought that he might have had another car in the garage, it was worth at least looking. No, he'd parked in his driveway the night before; it was gone. I groaned in frustration.
