Saturday evening, March 28
Dani had dressed for our dinner with Jenny and Richard, wearing her ultra-sexy 'New Year's' outfit; sheer blouse, no bra, ten-inch silky skirt, and red heels. God, the thought of her wearing that with Jenny and Richard in the house raised an instant hard-on.
It was only a few minutes later, time spent drooling, that Jenny opened our front door. She'd long since ceased bothering to knock, knowing that she and Richard were welcome in our house, any time, same as we were in theirs.
Richard's eyes were instantly on Dani. Not that I could blame him, not in the least. He had never seen my wife dressed like this before. Hell, until I awoke after my accident, I hadn't, either. She was fucking sexy! And I was dying to know what, if anything, she had on underneath that skirt. If you'd asked me before my accident if Dani would ever dress like this for a dinner with Richard and Jenny, I'd have laughed you out of town. Not a fucking chance in hell!
My thoughts were on Dani, Richard watching her, when Jenny took off her jacket. If I'd thought 'holy shit' before, this was quadruple 'holy shit'! Jenny, sweet, beautiful Jenny, dressed exactly as Dani was; same skirt, except black instead of red, same transparent blouse, same... nothing on underneath it!
My heart rate instantly doubled, my already hardness must have hardened another point or two on the hardness scale... and, Richard, from the look on his face, was just as shocked with his wife as I was.
I've mentioned before that Jenny is one of the most beautiful women I've ever known, if not the most beautiful. Dani knows it, too, and between her exercise classes and her professional dancing, her body is nothing short of exquisite, even at forty-nine. It's just that I've never actually seen her body... quite like this before. Those long legs going on forever. Yeah, she's worn short skirts and dance costumes many times, just... nothing even remotely like this. I'll admit that I've used my imagination, trying to picture what was underneath, but one's imagination can only go so far, it doesn't do reality the justice it deserves. I'm sure that Richard was thinking the same about Dani, too.
Maybe I'd figured out what Dani had been doing that morning, shopping with Jenny? Even so, why would I have had to be gone for that? Unless I hadn't even been supposed to know she'd gone out with Jenny. It still didn't make any sense.
Jenny put her arm over Dani's shoulders, "Are we going to have dinner... or are you boys going to just stand there and gawk?"
Richard, quiet, reserved Richard, looked at me, then back at his wife, "I'm okay with gawking," he said. We all broke into laughter. Hell, I was perfectly okay with it, too. What the hell was going to happen tonight?
But dinner awaited. Dani led the way into the dining room, and Richard put down a pan of what looked like Jenny's homemade garlic bread wrapped in foil, along with two bottles of red wine, likely expensive. Jenny and Richard are much more attuned to wine than Dani and me.
The dinner, the wine, and the view, not particularly in that order of preference, were fabulous. It was a little hard to keep the staring from being quite so obvious.
Jenny told us about a funny thing that had happened at her exercise class that afternoon. Apparently, one of the women had a 'wardrobe malfunction', and a boob accidentally popped out. When Dani pressed her, teasing, Jenny insisted, "No, it wasn't me, remember Cheryl?" Cheryl was a little older than us, overweight but very energetic and bubbly, VERY big boobs.
"She was mortified, but I told her she was fine and finally got her to laugh about it with the rest of us. Thankfully, probably the only thing saving her was that there weren't any guys in the class."
After dinner, Dani got up and brought each of us about a two-inch square of chocolate brownie, and poured another glass of wine. I looked up at her as she handed the brownies out, and received nothing back except a smirk when I mouthed the words, 'are they?' Surely, she wouldn't have... would she? I'd mentioned Alan's brownies to her and imagine there are recipes on the internet and as for the 'good' ingredient, there are shops everywhere.
Was that what the four hours kicked out of the house had been about?
Before Dani sat back down with her brownie, she gave a copy of her movie contract to Jenny and Richard.
"What's this?" Jenny asked.
"Just skim it," Dani told her.
As they both nibbled on their brownies and read, their eyes and expressions showed their reaction, almost the same as our family's last night, total disbelief.
When Jenny finished 'skimming', she looked up at Dani and asked in a most incredulous voice, "Is this real?" Dani and I both burst out laughing, they were the exact words and reactions as the night before.
"What's so funny?" Jenny asked.
Dani was still giggling, trying to stop, "Tell you later," she said, "but to answer your question, yes, it's real. I'm leaving Monday for Montana to learn to ride for the movie. My character's a retired barrel racer and rancher's wife, so I have to ride like I'd been horseback all my life."
We spent the following ten-fifteen minutes of dessert time answering questions. The question of the nudity and love scenes never came up, which kind of surprised me. Much of the conversation was me explaining about the part of my dream meeting April, the makeup girl, Dani's subsequent impromptu modeling, meeting Amanda, the talent agent and then calling her from Reno, subsequently meeting her for real, all the time trying to be vague about the real details around those events.
By the time we felt we'd answered their questions to at least some satisfaction, I was feeling more than a little amorous. I had been all evening, ever since first seeing what Dani was wearing, compounded by Jenny, but by the end of our question-answer session, it was full blown. Dani's brownies and wine? Or just the 'view' and anticipation, not knowing what Dani and Jenny might have planned next? Whatever, it had hit hard -- in more ways than one.
When Dani suggested to Jenny that she wanted to show her something upstairs, and they both left, Richard and I were both disappointed. "You know what they're doing?" he asked me as we moved into the living room.
I shrugged my shoulders, "Not a clue," I told him. "She's been mysterious all day. This morning, for instance, I got kicked out of the house for four hours, no idea why."
He laughed, "Sounds like a female, speaking of which, my wife left me alone this morning for a couple hours, too, no explanation."
"Aha! Then that's what Dani was doing, conspiring, probably when they coordinated their outfits... speaking of which..." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, that was a bit of a shock, seeing Dani like that, then Jen, I hadn't seen what she was wearing until then, never seen her in anything like that," he told me.
"Dani, either, at least not until recently, she's been pretty... adventurous since my coma," I told him.
Okay, I'm going to admit something here. I was curious and tried to inconspicuously glance at Richard's groin (No, I am NOT gay! Not even remotely). I was just curious whether he had a tent in his pants like I did and yeah, he did.