Sleeping with my wife, her naked, turned out to be excruciating. She alternated between snuggling her naked body against me and fucking Alan, once during the night and again in the morning, and that was after she'd fucked Tevin, then immediately after, Alan. Four times she'd fucked that night, none of them with her husband.
She didn't have to be carried out, though, like Tevin had suggested, walked perfectly fine. I think her pussy was becoming quite accustomed to repeated fucks. I know for damned sure that after our first night alone, I'm not going to be able to maintain the pace that she'd become used to.
We had breakfast in the Marriott's dining room, no quick continental breakfast there. Dani looked fabulous, like she always did, wearing the same skirt and blouse as the day before, except she had on the bra, mentioning she was worried about her tits succumbing to gravity if she went without too often but put her panties in a laundry bag from the hotel. Just knowing she was au-naturel under that short skirt in the morning was enough to be a turn-on. Of course, having watched last night without any subsequent relief didn't hurt that situation, either.
Then that long drive back to Tampa. Dani rode with me in the new truck (Alan could call his a pickup -- ours was a TRUCK!). But wow, it sure didn't drive or ride like one, more like I'd imagine a Cadillac or Lincoln Continental.
Once we were out of the heavy traffic, I asked her if she'd do it again with Tevin if she had the chance. I know, pretty dumb question, right? She looked over at me with that smile on her face, which pretty much answered the question without having to say a word. "He's... different," was all she said.
"By different, you mean the bald head?" I asked.
She let out a little chuckle, rubbing her tummy, what, about a foot or so above her pussy, several inches above her belly button. "No, not exactly what I meant," she said. Coincidence where she was rubbing her tummy just after I'd asked her about Tevin? I think not.
Some dickhead in a little sports car cut right in front of us from an on-ramp damn near pushing us into another car in the lane next to us, cutting that conversation short. It was several minutes later until my heart rate slowed enough to even think about talking again. It scared Dani, too, with the little shriek she let out, something she hardly ever does. Damn, I'd have hated to mess up that truck before even getting it out of town. At least we confirmed the brakes work.
Several miles later, Dani began fiddling with the radio, finding our favorite XM channel, 'Prime Country'. The speakers in that thing were, just, holy crap! Hope you understand what I'm trying to say... they were unlike anything we've ever heard. The music filled that cab, sounding like we were in the front row of the concert.
She turned it up, bobbing her body like she might have been if dancing on stage at that imaginary concert. I listened with her through a couple songs, one by Garth Brooks, 'The Thunder Rolls'. It was like we were in our own private thunderstorm, rolling through the truck, freakin' unbelievable! After his song I turned it down, there was something I really wanted to talk to Dani about.
"What if..." I was almost scared to even pose the question, fearing her answer, "Amanda's right... you're offered a big part in some movie?" holding my breath for Dani's answer.
I watched her after I asked, as much as I could, trying to drive. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and hesitated seemingly forever before speaking, "I... don't know... what do you think, honestly... what should I do?" looking straight at me.
She was treating this like a family thing, to be decided together, guess I couldn't ask for anything more, "Well... if we believe Amanda... and April, it's going to happen, probably sooner than later... would be hard to turn down, I think," but wanted her to know what was really scaring me, "I guess... what scares me is... us... " I nearly broke into tears, just thinking about the possibility of a life without Dani.
She saw the turmoil on my face, reaching a hand across. I took one hand off the steering wheel; hell, this thing steers itself with no hands on the wheel, so it'll manage with just one and our hands met. Dani can do a lot of things... and do them well... like fuck. But she doesn't control her emotions well, not when they're so raw as they were right then, tears streaming down her face, "Honey, let's go home... today... forget we were ever here, forget Amanda, it's not that important... you have to know... as much fun as we... I... have been having, you're still... and always will be my husband!"
Now I was crying; happiness, disgust with myself for my lack of trust, and other emotions that I can't even enumerate. It took me a few minutes to get my thoughts together, "No, you have another night, don't waste it. And as for Ananda, let's not worry about it until it happens, might not ever... besides," I smiled at Dani, "I have a date with April tonight, wouldn't want to disappoint her."
She smiled back, "No, we wouldn't, would we."
I could tell you how much better I felt at that moment, but there aren't any words.
"We'll both have fun tonight," I told Dani, "and as for Amanda..." I smiled, "if you're nominated for an Oscar, I'll go with you."
That brought a smile to my wife's face.
The rest of our trip back to Tampa was among the most pleasant ever, the new truck, the scenery, the anticipation of the night ahead... my wife beside me. And get this... our mileage from Tallahassee to Tampa in that full-size, four-wheel-drive truck -- twenty-seven miles per gallon! Fucking unbelievable!
It was nearly three-thirty when we arrived at Alan's. We'd made a couple pit stops and stopped in some little town, I have no idea of the name, for lunch. Dani rushed to change her clothes, fix her hair, her makeup, the things women have to do, she still needed to meet her agent; sign a contract... pick up that check.
An hour-and-a-half later, we were leaving Amanda's office, Dani gripping that check as if her life depended on it. Twenty-five-freakin'-thousand dollars! The thing sure as hell looked real, had the numbers right on it, amount written out, Daniella Shore as the payee, and a signature on the bottom.
What was more, Amanda told Dani that there was a part in an upcoming movie she thought would be perfect for her, a starring part. "I've already mentioned you to the producer, he's interested, going to watch your commercials tomorrow. They've been looking for someone new, have interviewed and auditioned over a hundred women. He'll let me know after they see the commercial if they want you to audition... but I know they will," she said.
Dani and I looked at each other in awe, this was so damned much more than unbelievable! "Over a hundred? Not much chance, then, is there?" Dani said, downplaying any possibility.
"Honey," Amanda told her, "just wait."
Forty-five minutes back to Alan's house, we stepped inside and were immediately aware of brownies, the scent of freshly baked brownies filled his house. Dani once again became his woman, kissing him, letting him wrap her in his arms. The last night, I wondered what possibly he could have planned.
I found out, fairly quickly -- sort of -- when Dani went upstairs to change. "Do you have plans for your date with April?" he asked after Dani had disappeared upstairs.
Uhh, guess I hadn't, other than going to her house like she'd suggested. Alan understood my look without me saying a word. "If you'd like, my restaurant will have a table waiting for you, they always keep mine open or you can bring her back here, I'm fixing dinner for Dani, you two would be welcome to join us."
It did sound like fun, an actual date, just the two of us, out with a pretty, fun girl; sort of a prelude to the 'after', "Yeah," I told him, "the restaurant sounds good to me."
"Good, why don't you call her, set up a time, and I'll let Jeremy know, he's the host tonight... oh, and after, I have some other plans I know you'd enjoy..." he smiled at me, reading my mind -- 'April's house, April's house, April's house', "unless you want to go straight to her house. Be worth your while, though, come on back here and we'll all go out together."
So, I called April after Alan gave me her number. I was a nervous wreck, this was the first time I'd asked a girl out for a date since... fuck, Daniella, and we've been married twenty-eight, nearly twenty-nine years now. Yeah, she'd already said, several times, that we had a date tonight, but still...
She was thrilled with the restaurant, said she could be ready by seven-thirty. I figured we could decide plans for afterward together, but damn, I was curious what Alan had in mind.
Alan called Jeremy, asked him to have the table set up for us by eight, and I went up to my room to shower, shave, and get dressed. This evening, and night, I had been looking forward to ever since Sunday morning when April mentioned it. Looking forward to it a lot!
The key to the you-know-what was on top of my nightstand, next to the bed. This was the first time I'd had it off since... Wednesday morning. It took me a minute to think back to when it was, it seemed like an eternity ago, so much had happened since then.
Fortunately, I had brought along some nice clothes, just in case, even a tie. I didn't wear it, though, Alan's restaurant wasn't a 'formal' thing, just very nice. I got myself cleaned up and put on my nicest dirty shirt and pants -- not really, was just thinking about that Johnny Cash song, 'Sunday Morning Coming Down'. I have no idea why that song popped into my mind, but I love it, haven't heard it for years, though.
I have a blue shirt with silver threads through it that Dani bought me for Christmas one year, along with a pair of tan slacks, a little aftershave, which Dani had insisted I bring, don't think she expected quite this, though -- her husband going on a date with a pretty girl we'd just met.
What did Alan have planned for later?
