Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 29
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 29 - 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
Monday evening, Nov 8, 2021
“My apartment, we’re watching the rest of your husband’s video when we get back home,” Katie announced, telling me, not asking, on our drive back home from Okimoto’s
“Katie ... I can’t...” Robert and Jenny, the state I was in, after...
“Yes, you can, and you will, we both will, together.”
I’d avoided watching the video of Robert and Jen, the two of them fucking because I just couldn’t. And now, the worst possible time...! And Katie, what did she have planned? To say that I didn’t trust her would be another major understatement.
“First things first,” she announced as soon as we were in her apartment, “drinks, we’re not going anywhere until the club tomorrow, so something stronger than wine,” and headed to her kitchen cabinet, the one where she kept her ‘good’ stuff, as she called it.
“It’s called a Gold Rush,” Katie said, pouring some ice, honey, and lemon juice together in her blender, mixing it, then about tripling the volume with Four Roses bourbon.
She poured us each a glass, leaving about half in the blender pitcher, and I tasted it, very, very tentatively. I’ve come to like wine, but the hard stuff, not quite so much. Everything we get at the club has just enough alcohol for a tiny taste. This was more than a taste, a lot more. It was good though, sweet and citrussy, and very strong bourbon. It puckered me for just a minute or two, with the second and third sips being much better.
We sat at Katie’s dining table, and I thought about talking to her about my going home, but no, not tonight, I wasn’t going to spoil our last free night. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow.
“These chairs aren’t very comfy, let’s go in the living room,” Katie said, and we both retired, naturally, to her loveseat, and I can’t say that I wasn’t looking forward to what might happen later on the loveseat.
Turned out, ‘later’ was more like ten seconds, Katie and I looked at each other, and our lips just slowly came together ... Maybe a minute later, both of us panting, Katie reminded both of us that we had a video to watch. I still ... fuck ... Robert and Jen ... and my pussy was already gushing!
Thankfully, Katie had remembered to toss a couple towels on her loveseat.
She found the website on her TV, and like we had the other time, had it ready to hit play when she asked, “You want to get a little more comfortable first?” and I knew full well what she meant.
I was already beginning to feel the effects of Katie’s Gold Mine, feeling a little dizzy when I stood. “You can have the guest room at the end of the hall and main bath,” she told me, “I’ll take the master.” Katie’s apartment, for some unknown reason, had two bathrooms. Of course, it also had two bedrooms too, where mine only had one.
“Meet you back here in fifteen,” she added.
I peed, not much more than dribbles, but you know, just in case, then realized she’d prepared for this, setting out a full array of makeup, lipstick, gloss, and a couple perfumes to choose from on the lavatory.
At home, before the club, it would have been forty-five minutes at least. Now, with the club experience, ten minutes later, my face was fully prepared for whatever; eyes smoky and sexy, a little shadow here and there, pink lips with a glossy shine, and I loved the scent she’d lent me, lavender and rose.
As soon as I stepped inside Katie’s guest room, the extent of her advance planning came into full focus. There, in the center of the bed, was a tiny wisp of satin and lace, a babydoll that she obviously had placed there specifically for me. Well, when in Rome...
It barely covered my ass and pussy, not that it hid either, as sheer as it was. Also, she’d apparently (conveniently?) forgotten the matching panties.
Twelve-and-a-half minutes, and I was back on the loveseat awaiting Katie. Two minutes later, she came down the hall into the room ... wearing nothing except the missing panties from the babydoll she’d left for me, a tiny, sheer thong.
“Imagine that, we’re a matching pair,” she said as she sat on my lap, running her hands over the soft fabric covering my tits.
I groaned, “Katie, you know I...”
She giggled, “Oh, I know, you’re super horny, you haven’t let yourself have an orgasm for ten weeks, and for some weird reason which I will never understand, you’re shooting for a lot longer than that,” slipping one hand under the babydoll, massaging my tit, she leaned forward, her lips on mine. “And I’m not going to feel even a tiny bit bad if I can break your streak,” she told me a moment later after leaving both of us panting from her kiss.
“But for now, we have your video to watch,” she said and kissed my nipple before climbing off, pointing her remote at the TV, and hitting play.
Robert was in the shower, Jen opening the frosted shower door and stepping in with him. In that brief moment with the door opened, I saw my husband’s cock, hard and long, Jenny’s fingers wrapping around it. Then the door swung closed, and it was all a blur behind the frosted glass.
I let out a groan, imagining ... and Katie’s hand on my inner thigh, working its way higher...
The two of them kissed, a long, lingering kiss. Jen whispered in Robert’s ear, then turned away, leaning against the shower wall, her legs spread...
I watched in fascination once again as my husband fucked my best friend in the shower, the feelings surging through me, knowing exactly what Jen was feeling, just not ‘how’ she was feeling it, and that made all the difference. I tried breathing hard through my mouth, but the combination of what I was seeing and Katie’s fingers teasing my pussy lips ... fuck!! Ten weeks, sixty-nine days since...
Jenny’s scream filled the room, even over the sounds of the shower and then, my husband’s face through the frosted glass, his release inside her...
My body was quivering, the feelings inside me, my entire body on fire with neediness so strong that I felt like it would devour me. I realized that I was getting a tiny inkling of the torment I’d been putting my husband through with the videos I’d sent him, not that I regretted them, not in the least. His cage was his own doing, not mine, just the same as these ten weeks had been mine, not his.
Jenny pulled on the tights over her thong, then her thin sweater. It was cool in Yakima, Washington, not exactly like Tampa.
I’d been out with Jen numerous times when she’d worn that sweater, how it stretched over her petite tits so sexily, except I’d never been nearly this attuned. Always then she’d worn a bra too, but not this time.
Robert was dressed in a pair of slacks and shirt that I remembered buying for him, thinking that they made him look sexy. She kissed him briefly on the lips, running her hands over his chest, and, hand in hand, they went out into the hall to the elevator.
They went into a store, still holding hands, fingers interlaced, ‘Gloria’s Boutique’, Jen picking out one dress after another, holding each up in front of her in a sexy pose. They weren’t overtly sexy dresses, but the way she was asking my husband for his opinion, asking him to feel the soft material, asking him, “How would it feel on me?”
And then there was one that didn’t fit the ‘not sexy’ pattern, not at all, spaghetti straps, deep ‘V’, backless, short ... a classic LBD in every sense of the term, leaving those heavenly long, dancer’s legs so exposed.
“Ooh, I like that one, silky,” Robert told her, his hands exploring.
Something ... there was something in the back of my mind that I couldn’t quite understand what it was, something about that dress...
And Katie, how she was nibbling on the inside of my thigh, coming closer ... and closer.
They finished in the boutique, Robert paid for the dress and a few other things that I hadn’t seen. Later, it was a day of exploring Yakima, walking the old city streets hand-in-hand, popping in and out of various stores, and I got a quick glimpse of it, in the window of a building next to a little café that Jen and Robert went into for lunch, the word ‘shibari’, not even the whole word, the last two letters were cut off, but there was no doubt, it was a shibari studio, downtown Yakima, one in which I was sure I ... we would often be frequenting. I wondered if they did the nude exhibitions.
I also knew that we’d be in that café, and I’d be asking my husband about his lunch with Jenny, letting him tell me how they’d sat down next to each other, Jen snuggling him and kissing his cheek while they waited for their food.
Katie never quite got to the prize with her lips, instead, straddling my legs and kissing me, our naked tits pressed together, tongues doing battle, the video paused...
We were both panting from the intensity of the kiss when Katie moved alongside me on the loveseat, picked up the remote, and hit play again.
Jen was once again looking in the hotel’s bathroom mirror finishing her lipstick and polish. She looked ravishing, as she always does. I’ve always said that she’s always been the prettier of the two of us, and that fact still hasn’t changed. She stood, looked into the camera lens, picked up the dress, and slipped it over her head, letting it fall in place.
It was the classic LBD, little black dress, ‘little’ being the operative word. Jenny’s relatively tall, just two inches under six-feet, so a ‘short’ dress on her leaves about a mile of heavenly leg exposed, especially with those silver heels she was wearing. She turned, the dress was backless, nothing, except a couple spaghetti straps over her shoulders, then bare down below the small of her back...
She wore dangling, silver earrings, matching bracelets on both wrists, and a necklace dangling and emphasizing the cleavage between her unrestrained tits.
I’d mentioned that there was ‘something’ about the dress. I now understood what that something was; after Robert awoke from his dream, it was at least a couple months later when he’d gotten up the courage to tell me of his dream about Jenny. The three of us had gone dancing, and later, she’d gone home with us ... and my husband fucked my best friend in front of me. This dress, it was the exact dress he’d told me about that she’d worn that night.
Katie’s fingers were between my legs, three fingers barely inside me, just enough to torment ... ten weeks since my last release. Her fingers, watching my husband and best friend, the tiny, silky garment I was wearing ... knowing what was coming on her television...
They danced, Jen’s body gliding, arms wrapped around each other, cheeks together, slowly turning so that lips came together...
It was too much, I sat there, Katie nibbling on my earlobes, fingering my nipples, her fingers under the soft fabric ... I was moaning, both hands between my legs, desperately wanting to plunge my fingers inside, knowing I didn’t dare, knowing I never should have agreed to watch this with her, not tonight, maybe not ever.
Their kiss went on ... and on...
And my misery only grew, far beyond unbearable.
There were thirty-two minutes left in the video when they walked into their hotel room and embraced, this time a ‘real’ kiss.
I had no idea how I was going to survive those thirty-two minutes.
My husband undressed Jenny, slipping the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, letting her LBD fall to the floor, pooling at her feet, her body naked except for a black thong. Robert ran his hands over her body, ‘that’ look on his face, right before leaning down and taking a nipple between his lips.
Katie chose that moment to likewise, lean over, push the babydoll I was wearing aside, and suck my left tit into her mouth. The feeling was ... I can’t even begin to describe! I could not take my eyes away from the screen.
“Take my panties off,” Jen told my husband, and he accommodated, slowly sliding them down her legs...
Much the same way many of my customers remove mine, very sexily, intended to excite both parties. I know it does me, every time anyone else takes my panties off me.
He took his time, enjoying every inch...
And every inch tormented me.