Her First Time Ch 42

Once again, I apologize for the long delay between chapters. Life and a long bit of writer's block seemed to get in the way. Fortunately, the next couple chapters are already nearly finished. This chapter was intended to be much longer but it made sense to publish it into two sections.

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Late evening, July 11, 2020 at the Calgary Stampede Saturday evening dance.

"Folks," the band's lead singer began, "what we just saw was all a part of a scene from an upcoming movie. I don't know the name, but it's intended to be released Thanksgiving weekend. I'm sure it'll be publicized enough so we'll all know, and I don't know about you but I intend to be among the first to see it."

Jenny and I hurried back to our group, gathered them, and headed out the back door, hoping to find Dani before... Before what? I had no idea what I had been thinking, my brain was still on hiatus. All I knew was that I had to find my wife.

Hell yeah, I knew 'before what'. Before she'd gone with Josh fucking Brolin to his hotel room!

She hadn't, she was standing outside the studio's trailer, watching for us. I rushed to her, wrapping our arms around each other, kissing her. I hadn't even noticed Tony, her director, standing alongside, but I'll never forget his words, "That's a wrap."

I looked over at him, standing there with a huge grin on his face, giving me a big thumbs-up, and then his next words shot straight through me, "Take her home."

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That four-mile drive from the rodeo grounds to our hotel seemed the longest we'd ever been on. At least we'd left before the dance was over so we could get out of the parking lot with no delay. Jon drove, Jodi, Dani, and I in the back seat. What I wanted to do, and what I was pretty sure Dani wanted was just a bit uncomfortable with our children in the car. The silence between us didn't seem even a little awkward as Dani and I simply held each other.

But the shaking I felt, coming from Dani's body... anticipation?

No one recognized Dani as we walked through the lobby to the elevator. I wondered what it would be like in a few months after her movie was released. I was betting it'd be a hell of a lot different, not that I particularly cared at that moment.

I closed the room door behind us, and for the first time since May third, over two months earlier, Dani and I were together, alone. We stood, looking at each other, Dani's arms around my neck, mine around her waist. "I..."

She interrupted my little speech with her lips on mine. It started out slowly, calmly, and quickly accelerated into something completely different. I pulled away from her for just an instant, needing to finish my speech, "Missed you," I said.

And then our kiss resumed, becoming an out-of-control inferno. I'd try to describe it, but words fail me.

She breathlessly told me, "I haven't... since... " I silenced her with another kiss, and then we fell backward on the bed, frantically pulling at clothes.

I don't think I'd ever experienced anything quite so satisfying as when my cock pushed inside my wife, hearing her loud groan and feeling her legs wrap around me, pulling herself deeper onto me. So. Fucking. Tight!

I'd love to be able to say that Dani and I made love for the next thirty minutes, but in truth, it was the third hard thrust into her that I felt her tensing, letting out a loud wail, and her pussy clamped down on me as our bodies shuddered together, and I let out a huge groan as my dick erupted deep inside her.

It may not have been the most long-lasting sex between us, but it sure as hell was one of the most satisfying. That and our first time after my coma recovery had to be just about the top two.

Dani was exhausted after the day she'd had, asleep in minutes afterward, the two of us spooning, me with an arm around her, cupping her breast. I had so many questions, but that contented purr as Dani drifted off to sleep in my arms was the only answer I needed right then.

I woke up the next morning with a HUGE morning wood. Dani was already up, and I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I guess living the 'ranching' life had acclimated her to early mornings.

No way in hell was I going to let that big shower go to waste, especially when last night had been our first time in so long, and it was only once... after two very long months.

I stood outside the open door admiring my wife washing her hair through the shower's sheer curtain. She'd been letting it grow since she'd been selected for the part. I love her long hair, so soft and silky, down her back like I'd been trying to get her to let it grow practically since we'd married.

God, she looked sexy, the water flowing over her body, her breasts, down her flat tummy. I stood there, dumbfounded how a forty-eight-year-old woman could look like she did. As far as I could remember, Dani and I had never... I remembered the time with Elle, not long ago, wondering how Dani and I had skipped out on one of life's greatest pleasures for so long.

I stepped in, then pushed the curtain aside, stepping inside the shower with her, and immediately pressed my hands to her breasts, feeling her nipples harden almost instantly under my fingers.

Dani's smile, the way it grew, "Mmm, I was hoping you'd wake up," Dani told me right before she pressed her lips to mine...

We consummated our union once again that morning in that shower stall, the most thrilling, and probably the longest shower of our lives.

Dani was like a wild woman, scratching her fingernails down my back as I sucked her breasts in my mouth, one, then the other, then when I thrust my cock into her, the hot water streaming down our bodies, her wails of pleasure... and my own.

I will never, ever think of a shower the same way again!

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The following week was the beginning of a return to normal. If you can say that a Monday morning deposit in your checking account of $659,874, after taxes, after Dani's ten-percent agent fee, is 'normal'. And Amanda, her agent, had told Dani that that would only be a tiny part of her compensation once the movie is released.

Her real earnings would come from the four percent payment from the gross receipts, which, she said would include Blu-ray sales, streaming, and any other receipts. That, she said, would no doubt be in the millions - PLURAL.

It was a bit much to take in, just how much our lives were about to change. Except, we weren't so sure how much we wanted a lot of change.

One thing Dani knew was going to have to change, although it was the one thing she loved more than any, was her teaching. She called the school's superintendent Monday morning to make an appointment. She was scared to death to talk to him, knowing what the result most likely would be.

Another call was to the Alvarez's to make an appointment with an escrow company for the farm's closing. I made that call from the Pasco store which seemed busier than ever that morning. I didn't think I'd ever get a few free minutes for one short phone call. It was after eleven when I finally had a few minutes to myself. Later, Mr. Alvarez called back and said we had an appointment with Escrow at one pm, on Tuesday. He said he'd already talked to them and all the papers were ready, only awaiting a date, money, and signatures.

I followed that call with another to Wade, our contractor, telling him that he could begin work at the farm as soon as possible. He told me he'd worked up an estimate, probably around $200,000, maybe another fifty to restore the barn. I wasn't surprised at the cost with the extent of work it needed; the inside completely stripped, new plumbing, wiring, pretty much everything except the shell. Even the old stone foundation needed replacing. He assured me it was going to be beautiful when finished, though, and still maintain its original atmosphere.

Dani hadn't called or texted me after meeting with the superintendent but that evening she was upset and shaking. "I talked to Troy, he said... he didn't think it would work. I told him there's nudity. He said he'd never regretted anything more but... " and she broke down, crying.

I got up and found a box of napkins, handing it to her. "I know he's right," she finally said after she got at least in a little bit of control. "Maybe eventually..."

I didn't know what to say, I knew how much Dani had always loved teaching and just hoped that it wouldn't be gone from her life forever.

Then a thought popped into my mind, "Maybe you should think about college level... or do you think there might be another movie in your future?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, nothing was said, but... maybe... " she sat, thinking, "college... maybe..."

"Not to change the subject," I said, "but here are the plans for the house," I told her, rolling them out on the coffee table.

It seemed to take Dani's mind from her disappointment, studying the floor plan. The cabinets were all detailed, drawings of the proposed wall material, barn-type wood, and wallpaper. "We can pick out the wallpaper... or something else if you want."

"No, I love that, Grandma and Grandpa had wallpaper, except it was so faded, I think it would be perfect. But..." she pointed to the kitchen wall, "a window, there needs to be a window there. I always used to wish there was, it's such a nice view out to the tree in the yard and corral." She studied it a bit longer, "The bedroom and living room windows, they need to be bigger, too."

I smiled, thinking that this was perfect to keep her mind off what she was losing, "Why don't I make an appointment with Ashley, she's the architect, you can go over these with her." I remembered my news of the day, too, "Oh yeah, one more little thing, tomorrow afternoon at one, we're meeting with the Alvarezes," a big smile crossed my face, "tomorrow by this time, we're going to own your grandparents' farm!"

Dani looked at me, tears starting anew. She threw her arms around my neck and held on, softly crying, this time happy tears, "I love you, you know that!" she said.

Tuesday morning at ten, we were at the bank (after a VERY nice 'shower' that morning), leaving with a certified check in hand for $325,000. It was disappointing that Elle hadn't been there, I'd asked about her, but she was at another branch that day.

A little over six hours later, we were on our way home, very big smiles on our faces, an ancient set of keys in Dani's purse, proud owners of the newly named Shore Acres Farm.

We drove by it, this time unlocking the padlocked gate, pulling into the driveway, and for the first time in umpteen years, Dani was back inside her grandparents' house. She walked from room to room, not saying a word. Finally, back in the kitchen, pointing to a wall, "That's where I want a window." She led me out the back door, "See that Elm tree," pointing out a giant tree just outside the yard, "that'll be the view outside that window." She was right, it was going to be a beautiful view once the yard was renewed, and the fence and corral rebuilt. There was going to be a LOT of work coming up.

She took me out to the barn, giggled, pointing out the old loft, "That's where Jenny and I and the neighbor boys had a... uhh... fun afternoon, that day."

I looked at it, at the ladder leading to it, "Maybe we should... you know... try it out," I suggested, cocking my eyebrows at her.

Dani laughed, "I'm not going up that ladder. You go ahead, I'll watch you fall on your butt from down here."

I had to laugh with her, no way anybody was going up that old ladder. I pointed to a big open area, "I think there needs to be a stable right there, hopefully, someday, we might have a couple horses, maybe a horse like Mister Ed, maybe he'd talk to us... or just me, I guess," thinking back to that old TV show.

Dani looked wistful, "Maybe not Mister Ed, but I'd love to have a horse like Honey, my horse on the ranch in Montana," she said.

I watched her, "You loved that, didn't you?"

She nodded, "An experience I'll never forget," she agreed.

Our next several weeks were busy, it seemed like we (at least, Dani, a lot more than me -- I still had a store to manage) were at the farm every other day, at least, watching the exciting transformation. We'd thought the remodel of the new store was exciting to watch, but nothing like this. Wade had crews in the house, the barn, even landscapers. He expected it to be ready by the end of September. Pretty much the only thing we had to do was write checks... and write we did. Of course, Dani was a whole lot more engaged than that, though, constantly making suggestions, wanting this or that done, and she was loving every minute.

And our sex life... now that was something to behold! We were making up for those months, making love here, fucking there, getting lots of use from the hot tub, even Dani sitting on the countertop, naked, while breakfast was cooking, reminiscent of that time in my dream, her and Alan Ryder, one morning in particular.

I don't think we'd even realized how complacent we'd been getting before my accident, but since those first few weeks after I woke up, and especially since Dani came home from Montana, that complacency was long gone!

It was mid-August when Dani got a call from Janet, the studio's publicist, asking both of us to keep November open. She said she was arranging appearances for Dani and me. Dani, because of the obvious, she's the star, me from my coma, explaining how Dani being in the movie had come about.

That scared us both, pretty obviously, neither Dani nor I was used to any kind of publicity. We'd led our lives, done a good job at what we'd done, but it did NOT include being on television, talking about ourselves. Besides, how the hell do you explain what had happened to me... to us? And to make it sound like I wasn't completely out of my mind?

We talked to Janet about that, she assured us that she'd be there with us the whole time, and that if anything became uncomfortable, the questions veered in the wrong direction... or the answers did, that she'd divert them back. That helped -- some. We were still more than a little nervous, and it was over two months away. It helped a little more that Janet said she'd meet us well before and do a lot of coaching.

The house remodel helped, too, it was looking beautiful. A new well had been drilled, and it was pumping oodles of water; the dried grass was replaced with beautiful, green sod; fences were rebuilt; the old barn was beginning to regain its hundred-year-old glory (we had no idea how old it was, just old); and the house... Dani was beside herself with how it was looking. Wade was anticipating a September 30th completion, only weeks away.

Hey, if you ever have a remodel project in Eastern Washington, call me, I'll get you in touch with Wade, he's simply fantastic! We'd known he was good from the work he'd done on our stores, but those were nothing compared to what he was doing with the farm. He seemed proud of the transformation, too.

We'd had dinner a couple times with Dani's parents, they had no idea we'd even bought the farm. We couldn't wait until the day when we'd take them on a little drive, just coincidentally drive by the farm, pull into the driveway... and hand them the keys. They'd both always been semi-unhappy, living in town, expressing the desire I don't know how many times to live in the country. Well, their wish was on the verge of coming true.

There was going to be a bedroom for us, another for the kids, (kids -- our twenty-plus-year-old adults), a full, roofed porch around half the house, replacing the broken-down one that had been there before, virtually everything inside was new. Dani had picked out the wallpaper and paint, new solid wood flooring, and her new windows were all done. She was LOVING it! And the rickety old ladder to the loft had been replaced, along with practically new roof framing. Maybe we could... you know, take Jenny and Richard and re-enact that day with their teenage neighbor boys.

Speaking of Jenny and Richard, it was a few days later, we were out to dinner with them. He'd been on a high ever since saving a baby's life in delivery. We'd been out to dinner with them and he told us about it, his grin ear-to-ear. It had been the parents' first baby, she'd had complications during her pregnancy, and the baby came a month early, one of those middle-of-the-night emergency calls. When the little boy was born, he wasn't able to breathe, even with an oxygen tube. They called a specialist, ten minutes away, but it was going to be too long. Richard did an emergency tracheotomy right there in the delivery room. He said the look on those parents' faces when he told them that their little boy was going to be fine was the highlight of his career.

And that night Jenny and Dani were the highlight of the restaurant, both looking like they could have been walking the runway for some famous glamour designer, just another reminder how lucky both Richard and I were.

You may be wondering why we haven't, umm... you know... with Richard and Jenny, or maybe even Elle and her ex, nearly ex-ex (Is there such a thing for reuniting with your ex, becoming your ex-ex?). Truthful answer is that Dani and I were still in the making-up-for-lost-time with each other phase. I'd wondered about it too, but the sex between her and me had been so good that it just didn't seem like the thing to do. I had the feeling that Jenny and Richard were kind of rediscovering themselves too, ever since our little escapades.

Maybe in the hay-covered loft of that barn?

Also, speaking of Jenny, Dani started going to Jenny's Saturday afternoon dance-exercise classes again, naturally dragging me along. Okay, it wasn't all bad, I have to admit. Being summer, many of the ladies in the class (still only two guys), wore the skimpiest costumes, especially Jenny. Hers was essentially backless, with only a couple thin elastic straps diagonally across her back. Dani's was... mmmm, just not quite as much as Jen's. And I don't mean to imply that there weren't other ladies there who didn't rate a second or even third glance, too.

For some unknown reason, Saturday nights after those classes always seemed... shall I say, quite 'hot' in our hot tub. Use your imagination.

School started August 24th, depressing Dani all over again. It was the first time in twenty-four years she wasn't in her classroom. I took a day away from the store and we drove out to the farm and spent the day helping out. Wade only charged a couple hundred dollars extra for our helping. No, not really, he seemed to enjoy us being there, and it lifted Dani out of her doldrums.

And Elle, she and her ex were still finding their way back together. She hadn't yet agreed to remarry, but from the texts I was getting, she was thinking about it, pretty strongly. She did say that he enjoyed that dress she'd bought way back when, the one she'd worn that night out with me, that she'd bought for the express purpose of making him jealous.

It was a week later, October 6th, when Wade asked us to meet him at the farm. It was finished! Dani was overjoyed, nervous, beside herself, on the drive out. We both knew what to expect because we'd been there so many times, but the final product... oh my!

He'd put together a photo album, from the beginning to the finish, documenting everything. It was hard to believe it was the same broken-down, old house and farm that we'd bought. It looked like a brand new, 'old' house, exactly what we'd envisioned so long ago, something that we couldn't have even imagined that first time Dani took me there.

I wrote out the final check, total remodel cost - $187,394. It might have been cheaper to burn the original house and start anew, but it wouldn't have been the same, not nearly.

The next day, Wednesday, October 7th, a day we'll never forget, we invited Mom and Dad for a drive in the Accord, like we'd been imagining the last several months, told them we had a surprise, and drove to the farm. I know my heart was beating hard in my chest when we turned onto the gravel road leading to the farm, and no doubt Dani's was too, probably more so than mine.