We woke up Saturday morning upside down in our bed, hardly moved from where we'd collapsed the night before, naked; well, I was, Dani still had on the black negligee. I lay, staring at her, marveling at how much I loved this woman, a thought beginning to form in my brain, one I'd never have imagined a few days earlier.
Dani woke up, rolled over on her side, letting out a little giggle at how we'd found ourselves that morning. I think it was the first time we'd slept upside down on our bed. She smiled at me, "Last night, it was... I don't know how to say," she let out another giggle, "guess you liked, huh?"
I felt between her legs, she spread them just a little, the feeling of her smooth pussy lips in my fingers was more than incredible! Dani let out a little moan, "Mmm, that feels so good," when my fingers spread her lips just a little, feeling the moisture inside.
"You shaved yourself in my dream, but not for me," I told her
"For Alan Ryder," she said, not asking, but making a statement.
I pulled my fingers from between her legs, let her smell, them, then against her lips to suck into her mouth, licking them clean, "Uhuh... and not only in high school... before we went to Tampa, where he lived... you have any idea where he really lives?" I wondered.
She shook her head, sucking my two fingers, "No idea, only that that's where he played, might still live there, wouldn't surprise me." Her words were just a little slurred, sucking her juices from my two fingers.
"You know if he cooked? He had restaurants, that was why we went there, to a grand opening."
She hesitated before answering, "Thinking," she said, with a smile, "trying to remember... he brought things to school, I didn't think about it, guess I assumed his mom probably made them, but maybe it was him," she answered.
"Ryder's Bar and Grill, that was the name, I remember, like so much else. Have to look on the internet later, see if there is such a place," I told her. I was guessing that there was and that it was owned by Alan Ryder.
"What else, you want to tell me the rest of your dream?" Dani asked.
My vague thought from earlier was, even as we spoke, beginning to crystallize in my mind. It scared me, but wanted to think about it more before...I nodded, "Uhuh, I want to tell you all of it... but not now... want to wait a bit. You ready for breakfast yet? I am."
"Mmm, think I just had my breakfast... but if you want, you can make me another omelet."
"How 'bout a waffle?" I asked her. I do make more than just omelets. Love my cinnamon-pecan waffles, homemade maple syrup.
"Sounds wonderful," she answered, rolling out of bed. I watched that delectable woman strut to the bathroom, hips swiveling side to side, intentionally trying to drive me wild. Succeeding, too, except my little man was temporarily played out. Those two times last night, God!
I had a hard time thinking about breakfast, anxious to go shopping afterward, the brainstorm I'd had. I was nervous, excited, scared how Dani might react, whether or not I could pull it off or not; whether I actually had the guts to do it!
"You're coming to Jen's class with me, aren't you?" she asked, interrupting my thoughts, oblivious to my evil plan. "I told her about how we'd distracted you last week and how you thought we were competing... think she might be upping her game a little this week, you know, just her competitive nature, wanting to win. You'd probably not want to miss this week."
Ahh, my wife knew the way to a man's heart and how to get what she wants, and it is NOT food!
"Guess I better go then, hate to disappoint your best friend," I told her, a big grin on my face.
"Pervert!" she slugged my arm.
"What? I'm offended, you and Jenny are the ones who..."
"... think the only way to get my sick husband there is to flaunt our womanly charms?"
Ahh, if only she knew... what happened while I was in that coma, with Jenny!
I gave her a short kiss on the lips, "You've convinced me, how good these classes are for my physical well-being, despite your efforts to distract me from my goal of health," with a little chuckle and a quick exit from the reach of her wicked punch.
"You mind getting the dishes this morning, sweet, I've got to pick up a few things before you drag me off to Jenny's torture chamber."
Her tongue sticking out at me was my answer. Childish.
I had no clue where to get the things I wanted, hopefully, the mall had something. So that was where I headed. On my way down Columbia Avenue, I saw 'Castle' a block ahead, remembering how Dani and I had shopped there. On a whim, I pulled in the parking lot. I'd never been to any 'adult' store before, much less this one, and sat in the car a long time after stopping, trying to work up the courage to go inside.
I was disappointed that there was no 'Rebekka' in the store, only an older woman, Sally. Well, 'older' in this case was about our age, probably late forties, but she was nothing like the Rebekka of my dreams.
I was embarrassed to high heaven going in that store, obviously everyone inside knowing that I was a perverted old man. At least I sure as hell felt that way. I shuddered at what I saw, I'd imagined this store before and dreamed about the inside. Dildos, vibrators, slutty costumes, and ugh -- fucking cock cages! I couldn't imagine how my subconscious mind could have thought one of those disgusting things would be a good idea. It took all my willpower to not shudder in revulsion. People actually wore those things! Hell, I had, even if it was only a dream.
There were a couple things, though, that I wanted. I found them, paid, and got the hell out, shuddering at what I'd done once I was back in the car. I was not taking Dani into that store. NOT EVER!
I couldn't wait to get out of that parking lot, imagining that every car going past was looking straight into my soul and knowing the worst.
