I hadn't even realized we were close, but Alan pulled up in front of April's house. It had seemed like only minutes ago that we'd left the strip club where Dani had been so fucking unbelievable. Then, in the parking lot, where she'd been unable to wait a second longer, fucked by her stud leaning over the hood of his truck.
The time had come, and I was, once again, scared to death, nervous as hell. April was so bouncy when she got out of the truck, walking backward, both hands in mine, tugging me along to her front door, laughing, telling me how horny she was. And there, just outside the door, was a package. Hell, in the excitement, I'd completely forgotten. But now, just the thought made my heart catch in my throat.
Especially when Alan drove off with my horny wife. That fear from the morning had returned in full glory. But I trusted Dani, I had to. Even after everything, she was sincere this morning, she'd have dumped everything if I'd said the word. I think.
"Do you want me naked... or wearing this?" the minx asked me, holding up a pink, barely-there teddy.
We'd gone inside, the box had been there, just outside her door, opened and flaps tucked closed again by our friendly and probably very horny Uber driver. I smiled, imagining that her husband had probably been a very lucky man earlier this evening. Wonder if she'd stopped at the store on her way home.
April had asked me to wait for a few minutes while she went into her bedroom. Now, here she was, standing in front of me in her living room, asking, 'naked or sexy teddy?' holding that sheer little thing in front of her. How the hell do I answer that, trying to be cool, which I definitely am not.
"How about if you model so I can decide?" I finally decided would be the solution, not a half-bad solution, either.
"Mmm, might be fun," she said, then glancing toward the box, "What..."
I laughed, interrupting what I knew she was about to ask, "Later," I told her, "after we make this major decision."
"You know how turned on your wife made me?" she asked, then without waiting for an answer, "You know I'm bi, right?"
I nodded, Alan had mentioned that the first time she was there, the night she pasted the eye patches over Dani's eyes.
"I wanted to eat her pussy, would have if she'd given me a chance... almost as much as I intend to suck you..."
And a second later, this beautiful, young minx was on her knees, unzipping my slacks.
I exploded in April's mouth almost the instant her lips touched the head of my cock, my body wracked with spasms, letting out not-so-quiet moans as her lips engulfed me, sucking the little swimmers out of me and down her throat. Unlike the night before, Dani struggling to swallow Tevin's cock, mine was lodged down April's throat in a matter of seconds.
My eyes were clamped tight, teeth clenched as spasm after spasm of cum erupted from my dick, feeling her throat contracting with every swallow. The evening had just been too much, that vision of my wife being undressed on that stage, pushing her panties down and spreading her legs so that all could see her wet, engorged pussy lips; watching her afterward bent over the front of Alan's truck, screaming.
And then it was over, my breath coming in gasps, feeling April's exquisite tongue on the underside of my cock, her warm lips sliding back and forth, then sliding off, my erection still stone-hard, hardly let up in the least.
"You ready for that fashion show now?" April asked me after her tongue had finished licking the cum off her lips.
I let out a little groan; God, was I ready! I couldn't believe that my dick hadn't even begun to soften after that little excursion. All fuckin' night it had been so friggin' hard and still was. Those brownies, had to be the brownies, not that the sexy vixen who'd just stood in front of me would have anything to do with it.
That button, one solitary button was all that stood between her... and... shit, I was hard! And fucking horny! My heart was pounding when April looked down at that button, and her fingers were on it, pushing it through the little hole. My eyes were wide, heart beating a hole in my chest, dick getting even harder if that was possible.
April did a little seductive dance holding her dress, letting it open just enough so that I could plainly see she didn't have anything on underneath it -- top or bottom. God, all night! That little short dress, she'd been teasing me all night about what was under it. Now I knew -- zip, nada, nothing!
She just wasn't opening it enough, still teasing with it; licking her lips, that smile and twinkle in her eyes, opening it just almost enough, then closing it again, like two feet in front of me. You'd have thought that short blowjob would have dampened my appetite a little... not! Just the opposite, I was so turned on.
She turned away, looked back toward me, still holding her dress, "Follow," was all she said, picking up the teddy before walking down the hall to her bedroom. I scrambled to my feet, stumbling over my slacks that were down to my ankles, pulling them and my shorts up with one hand. At the last minute, I remembered the box, grabbing it with the other, and followed like a nice little puppy, my tongue dangling out just like that puppy would have been, waiting for its treat.
Right as she stepped through her door, her dress shimmied dress off her shoulders, falling to the floor exposing that exquisite, naked backside and those twenty-something curves.
Unfortunately, for me, anyway, she kicked the door closed behind her, giving me about a two-second preview of coming attractions. Leastways, I sure as hell hoped so, hoping this wasn't all an elaborate joke on poor me and I was on my own the rest of the night with VERY blue balls! Terri Clark's song, 'Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me' crossed my mind. God, I hoped not!
Yeah, that thought went through my head for the next couple minutes or so that seemed more like an hour standing out in the hallway, my dick getting harder by the second, it seemed.
"You can come in now," I heard from the other side of the door, a soft, seductive voice.
