Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 14
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Dani's studio wants her for another movie
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Light Bond Exhibitionism
Evening, August 27, 2001, Kennewick
I’d spent the whole goddam week looking for one tiny key and concluded that it wasn’t in the house, there simply wasn’t anywhere I hadn’t looked, every nook and cranny, in everything, under everything, over everything, it simply wasn’t here. Dani had obviously taken both keys, just telling me that she’d hidden one.
It had been two weeks and one day, fifteen days since Dani left, and every thought of her, every time she’s sent me a picture or told me what she’d done with someone at her club or away from the club, my dick ached inside its cage. My libido was on fire every minute of every day, and the store offered only very short respites.
At seven o’clock to the minute there was a short knock on the door, and Jenny let herself in. Jenny and Richard, either one, always let themselves in without waiting, the same as Dani and me at their house. We also each have a key to the other’s house, just in case the door might be locked. There are no secrets or privacy between the Shore and Garland households.
I was sitting on the couch feeling horny and sorry for myself when Jenny came in by herself, no Richard tagging along, wearing what looked like a layer of blue paint intended to simulate tight blue jeans, along with a frilly, white blouse and black boots, maybe three-inch heels. Her effect on my heightened libido was devastatingly effective.
She didn’t say a word, just went upstairs for a matter of seconds, then back down...
She had in her hand ... the key, the fucking key!
“Dani called, she told me that you and I can do anything we want ... for one night, one time while she’s gone,” and she sat down beside my gawking self. She leaned over and kissed me on my cheek, the feminine scent of her ‘Jenny’ perfume, the same as she always wore, overwhelming my senses. I’d never noticed it quite so strong before, or quite so enticing.
“If you want, we can have dinner at the River’s Edge, then dancing at that new place in Pasco,” and my heart pounded, remembering a ‘new’ place in Pasco, the night that Jenny first seduced me in my dream ... and then what followed. “Then,” she smiled, “back here for ... after.”
“Remember though, Dani said it’s one time, one night, we could do it tonight ... or later, your call, I’m in for it and eager either way, just be sure what you want,” and she let out a little giggle, “just remember, he only gets to come out and play one time.” she gave me another kiss, this time on the lips but short, “then the vice goes back on until she’s home. She’s been gone two weeks, eleven to go, you want tonight? Or later?”
Fuckkk!
She’s asking me an impossible question. Now! Fucking now!
If you’ve read the ‘Her First Time’ series, you already know the history between Jenny and her husband, Richard (Richard’s a pediatrician), Dani and me. If you haven’t, here’s a short history lesson:
Jenny and Dani had been best friends since early high school. Jenny was a princess on the homecoming court, Dani the queen, and Dani’s always maintained that Jen should have been queen because she was (and is) so much prettier ... according to Dani. I’d graduated the year before and didn’t know either of the girls back then, but after we married, I’ve always had a secret crush on Jenny and Richard’s had a secret crush on Dani for the first twenty-nine years of our marriage.
Jenny was Dani’s Maid of Honor at our wedding, Dani hers at theirs.
Jenny’s entire career has been as a professional dancer, she’d even been offered a position on ‘Dancing With the Stars’, along with some pretty major gigs in Seattle and Portland, even once in San Francisco, but they didn’t want to have to move away from Kennewick. Her career though, has been dancing, she even has her own studio where she still teaches dancing and gives fitness classes.
When Jenny walks, she doesn’t ‘walk’ like normal people, she glides, almost like her feet never touch the floor, like gravity has no hold on her. What’s more, Jenny is the epitome of drop-dead gorgeous with her long, blonde hair, her dancer’s figure, and that face, oh my ... that face!
Even with the mutual crush on each other’s wives, which, although we’d always tried to keep it secret, the girls knew. Kinda hard to keep something like that secret for twenty-nine years. Still, though, we’d always managed to maintain propriety.
Until, that is, I was recovering from my four-month coma in which I’d had more than one VERY erotic dream about Jenny and me, which, naturally, I remembered every tiny detail after awakening. I gradually revealed my dreams to Dani, but always intended to keep that particular one hidden away inside me, to never, ever mention it. And I succeeded too, until an evening with the four of us in our new hot tub, and the secrets came tumbling out after a few too many drinks.
That night and a few times since, we’ve consummated the switch ... and it’s always been so much better than the dreams.
The other point that I’m trying to convey by mentioning all that is that those skin-tight blue jeans on Jenny’s dancer’s body were just ... holy shit hot!
Even if I hadn’t been in the condition I was.
I followed Katie out onto the stage, feeling that small pull of her leash, not believing what I was doing, not only that, I didn’t even KNOW what I was doing. I knew what I’d suggested to Jeff, that Katie and I give a little display of girl-girl teasing. I hadn’t exactly been expecting to be led on a leash, blindfolded.
Partway across, Katie whispered so only I could hear, “You have to wear that in your movie, I can’t believe how NAUGHTY it is.”
I shuddered, just the thought of it, not sure if I was horrified or excited at the thought, maybe a little of both. Here, in the ‘privacy’ of the club was one thing, but the movie, with millions watching...?
Thankfully, costuming wasn’t going to be up to me.
She stopped and put out a hand to stop me, then turned me to face the crowd. I’d peeked before and saw that it was a full house, it looked like every seat at nearly every table had someone sitting in it. And here I was, already so horny, wearing this slingshot thing, hands all over my body, a lot more than just Katie’s; hands on my ass, between my legs, my tits, hands that knew how to drive a girl wild, pushing the little strips of fabric aside.
I’d walked into the club that night knowing that the fire simmering inside me would be rekindled. It happens every night in the club, sometimes more than others, but always burning hard and fast before I even get on the stage or waitressing in my skimpy costume.
But I hadn’t expected this! This was throwing gallons of gasoline on the fire. I caught myself moaning, it had been a week ago tonight, my last orgasm, an eternity in Tara’s world.
The thought briefly went through my head, wondering about Jen and my husband, will they or won’t they? Either way is hot, knowing what she was going to do to him, the mind game we’d talked about.
And then I realized that someone was slipping the straps of the slingshot down my arms, two sets of lips, one on each of my now fully exposed tits. I was writhing on the stage, again not realizing the consequences of someone, plural someones, extending my arms out to each side ... not until I felt the cuffs snapping shut around my wrists, cuffs that were anchored to something, a pole? Holding my arms out horizontally, like I was about to be crucified.
My slingshot was gone, pooled on the stage floor, I was totally naked, my arms now being pulled up, and again two people were pulling my feet apart, and I felt the shackles snapping shut around my ankles.
I’d seen spreader bars that time Robert and I were in Castle, the adult ‘toy’ store in Kennewick, Robert mentioned that it looked like it’d be fun, I just glared at him, thinking that I was NOT his toy to play his sex games with, then not thinking anything more about them ... until now.
I’d never felt so exposed as I was then, not when naked in front of the camera, not at our after-Thanksgiving party, not ever, every one of my senses were heightened, and my heart was a runaway freight train.
I felt a tongue tickling my ear, an erogenous zone, every part of my body seemed to be an erogenous zone, then Katie’s voice, hushed so that no one else would hear, “Now, we can start to play, school teacher,” she said in a very teasing voice.
Then there was nothing except the noise of the crowd, me standing there naked and blindfolded, nothing except my stripper heels, arms helplessly extended, and my legs spread, my butterfly tattoo drawing attention directly to my soaking kitty on full display.
The first things I felt were like feathers, ever so lightly brushing against my skin, several of them, everywhere. I squirmed but couldn’t move away, tickling, sensual, my tits, my spread-apart pussy, my ass ... every part of my body.
How many people were around me? Girls? Men? I knew customers weren’t allowed on stage, it felt like it must have been nearly all the girls.
I’ve heard the phrase, ‘dying by a thousand cuts,’ I don’t know how many times. Then I understood, as this was ‘torment by a thousand feathers.’
I pulled at the straps around my wrists, tried to pull my legs free, all to no avail ... and then Katie kissed me, at least I presumed it was Katie. Her soft lips reminded me of Bindi, Bindi that drove me to the edge over and over and wouldn’t let me come ... and I hadn’t since then either, all of which was driving me insane, not to even mention the couple-hundred people watching.
And Katie had to remind me ... I’m a teacher, not ... this!
All those thoughts were roiling through my mind, that constant torment going on and on, and I felt her lips on mine, those soft lips, her tongue probing, pressing mine apart, Katie’s naked tits pressing against mine.
Katie’s, I presumed they were hers, hands were on my tits, pinching my nipples, and I moaned into her lips that were still kissing me, and I was kissing back, just as hard, our tongues dancing together.
Katie pulled away, “I’ve been wanting this since your first day, no one else has ever attracted me like you have,” she told me, moving behind me, her hands reaching around me and caressing my skin, ever so lightly, whispering, “Don’t want to obstruct the view, do we.”
She sucked my neck just below my ear, “What would your husband say if he saw you now?” she whispered in my ear, just as her hand inched its way down to between my legs, rubbing over my slit.
“He’d probably say...” ohh, ohh, her fingers...
I was writhing, trying to stifle the moans, she’d let a finger slide just inside my lips, rubbing back and forth.
“Good thing no one can see, we might get in trouble,” she said as her finger went deeper.
I moaned, no way could I hold it back.
And then she moved around front again, her lips on my nipple, “Oh fuck ... Katie!” and my writhing became even more frantic, unable to do anything, because I was tethered in place, helpless.
She sucked at my breast, gently biting my nipple, on display, all those people watching.
God, I wished...
“Me too, think what we could be doing at home,” she said, switching to my other tit.
“Oohhh, fuck! Harder, bite harder.”
“Probably doing something like this...”
And her lips trailed down my tummy, following my rose down, down, to my... “Ooh, Kateeee,” and I let out a loud groan when she pulled her mouth away.
“Can’t go quite that far here,” she said, “but I have something we can do...” and she was gone, leaving me there alone, in a state of mental anguish.
She’d asked a question, ‘What would Robert think?’ What would he? Too much? This whole ‘stripper’ experience was too much, but tonight, this was on another plane. We’d been married twenty-nine years, and I don’t know what he’d think, this was all so new.
I felt her behind me, the same perfume, Katie, her body pressing against my back, her arms reaching around, and I felt something cold and hard against my tummy, sliding it up between my tits, “It’s cold,” I told her.
She held it in place while she pressed my tits together around it, and I groaned, both from the cold and from the intensity of the feelings it evoked.
“Go ahead, taste the tip, it won’t hurt you, you might even like it,” she whispered softly in my ear, so that only I could hear, tickling my ear with her tongue when she finished speaking.
I dipped my head down and flicked it with my tongue, feeling around it, testing, and I knew exactly what it was.
Katie slid it up a little higher, the cold between my tits intensified where the bitter cold had slightly warmed. “Might want to warm it with your mouth, at least the tip, I’m sure it’ll make it more comfortable sliding up inside you.”
I jerked, she wouldn’t ... would she?
I kept my head bowed down, opening my mouth, and Katie pressed it even further up, my mouth engulfing the cold glass of the dildo
She whispered in my ear again, “What would your students think if they saw their math teacher now?” and she pushed it a little further.
My mind recoiled at her words. I knew, from the way some of them had watched me. Had they known, even then, what their teacher was really like, the ... whatever it was, hidden deep inside her?
My mouth worked the dildo, desperately trying to warm it before Katie...
And she began sliding it back down, again following the path of the yellow rose, all the way across my pussy lips to the rose and butterfly on the other side.
My legs were spread far apart, not a thing I could do about it. I longed to clamp my pussy, at the same time wanting...
Oh fuck, she ... she was pushing, the cold enveloping my insides...
“Or now, would he like it?” she added to her earlier question, and my body writhed of its own accord, the cold, glass dildo sliding ever so slowly inside my pussy, the intense sensations driving me over the edge of sanity, my body trying desperately to reject it as Katie pushed it further inside me, my muscles contracting around it, only making the...
“Kateeeeee!” I screamed when she pressed it all the way inside me, the cold ... my body writhing under the intensity ... and she pulled it out, leaving me standing there, breathless, unable to breathe, my entire body shivering from the cold, from the sudden emptiness, the longing to be filled, my legs nearly giving out.
“Maybe this will feel better,” she said, still standing behind me, and I felt her reaching around me one more time, another dildo taking the place of the cold glass, this one warmed, and I soon discovered, fatter and longer.
She held it at my lips, this one nice and warm, almost too warm, and my imagination preceded the reality, thinking about it sliding inside me.
But it was Katie’s fingers I felt barely slipping inside me, “You’re so wet,” she whispered, “a little turned on are we? You’re dripping down your legs.”
‘A little turned on’, what a freakin’ understatement!
“Maybe I shouldn’t have used quite so much of that arousal cream,” as she replaced her fingers with the warm dildo, and began to push.
The contrast from the ice cold to the overly warm was really, really doing a number to my pussy, the further Katie pushed it inside. I’d already deduced that this dildo was MUCH fatter than the glass, stretching me to what had to be my limit. My head was limp, rolled back, my unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling through the silk, and somewhere, off in the distance, I heard a loud groan.
“Don’t let yourself come, it is forbidden,” Katie told me, mimicking what I remembered Robert telling Jenny and me ‘Onna’s’ favorite words in that very private club from his dream, and then after Alan and April’s wedding, ‘It is forbidden.’ Here, though, on the Pink Orchid stage, I was pretty sure she meant it, a lot more than Onna had.
Not that I was going to be able to abide by it.
She began pulling it out and pushing it in deeper as she had with the glass dildo and I was... “How many guys out there do you suppose are jacking off right now, wishing it was their dick sliding in and out of you, instead of ... this?” Katie whispered in my ear as she suddenly buried it inside me.
“Aahhh, aahhhh!” I screeched, my body tensing, on the very verge...
“Don’t let yourself come, we’ll both be fired, I had to promise...”
I gritted my teeth, bit my lip, hard, thought about ... Robert and Jenny ... fuckkk!
I breathed deep, again remembering my Lamaze from so long ago, I could do this!
And then the low hum started deep inside my pussy, and my body began jerking at the restraints, “Forgot to mention, it’s a remote control vibrator,” the hum growing stronger, “still can’t come though.”
I stood there, naked and spread-eagled, in front of a couple-hundred people, my body writhing under the assault of a vibrator-dildo buried inside my pussy, the vibrations becoming stronger with each passing second. So. Fucking. Horny! Desperately trying to fight off the wild orgasm that was just before the peak, and somewhere in my consciousness, I heard Jeff, the club’s announcer/bartender, “What are we offered for thirty minutes, alone with this sexy girl, club rules and Tara rules still apply?”
Katie was still behind, her arms wrapped around me, and I felt her fingers beginning to massage and pinch my nipples.
I couldn’t stop the moans, the vibrations driving me wild, Katie whispering her warning in my ear once again, “Do. Not. Come.” And then somebody turned it up again.
“Five-hundred dollars,” somebody out in the crowd yelled.
“Thousand,” a second person...
Jeff’s droning ‘auctioneer’ voice asked for two-thousand... “Five-thousand,” I heard a familiar man’s voice above the din. Familiar, but I didn’t know who.
All the while, the relentless vibrations inside me went on, growing stronger still, my body desperate to let go. I know I must have drawn blood from my lip, trying to stave off the orgasm.
And then they began alternating; up, down, up down, down, up...
“Sold!” I finally heard Jeff announce.
I had just been sold to the highest bidder! Five-thousand dollars!
Maybe ‘rented’ would be a better word.
The vibrations mercifully stopped, and Katie pulled the vibrator/dildo out of my pussy. “So, I’ve always wondered, how was that stimulant cream?” she asked.
I groaned, “It was ... fuck, everything ... so fucking intense!”
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