Chapter 37

Saturday night, October 21, 2028

There wasn’t much sleep that night, the same as the Saturday before. That picture of Addie’s red lips an inch from Nick’s and my imagination of what followed were on a never-ending loop in my mind; the kiss, Addie’s words ‘if he makes love like he kisses’ ... and then that lovemaking.

The loop was occasionally interrupted by that ‘verry interesting’ conversation Addie had with her mom, that was driving me crazy not knowing.

And was she in bed with him now, naked, his dick inside her?

I thought about what Michelle had told us that night we met them; that most couples who divorce do it because of dishonesty. That, at least quelled my fears a tiny bit. There’s certainly nothing dishonest about what Addie’s doing. I knew full well what her intent is. Besides, I trust my wife. 100%. Almost.

Sunday morning, Addie woke me up with a phone call a little before ten; said she was going to be later getting home, probably around seven. I assumed it was because she didn’t want to tear herself away from her lover’s arms. Funny how when you don’t go to sleep at all during the night, you still get woken up in the morning. She didn’t give me any hints at all as to her night, other than the fact she wasn’t going to be home until so late. That in itself was a pretty damn good hint.

Nicki and Samuel stopped in at a little after eleven, acting like two lovebirds. Nicki couldn’t take her eyes away from him, and the attraction seemed to be mutual. Samuel said his flight home was leaving in two hours and he needed to get to the airport. “Matt,” he said, “I can’t thank you and Adriana enough.”

I wished Addie was there. This was her doing, not mine. “I’ll tell her when she gets home,” I told him.

Then it was just the kids and me for the rest of the day. We went to McDonald’s for lunch, then I called my dad to see if they were going to be home. We drove to Ontario and spent the afternoon with them, and the subject Dad and I talked about the previous Wednesday never came up.

It was a pretty uneventful afternoon, other than the fact that I was going out of my mind. The kids, Grandma, Grandpa, and I all enjoyed playing games together. They’d bought a new game, Clue Junior, and the kids loved it. It was almost a little too ‘old’ for Kev, but he’s a smart kid and likes board games. He caught on after the first game.

I suspected that Addie’s mom and my mom had probably talked after Addie met with her mom Saturday because my parents didn’t question at all where Addie was, only wondered what time she was getting home. When Mom asked that, I told her about seven, but it gave me an idea. I texted Addie and suggested she stop at my parents’ instead of going home.

Once again, the kids were all over Addie when she got there. I wanted to be, too but thought discretion was probably in order and only gave her a quick kiss. God, I wanted her! I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the idea of her being with another guy, it makes me so fucking horny!

Mom cooked a big pork roast so we had dinner before leaving for home. It took all my will power to keep my hands to myself and not embarrass both of us.

Thankfully, Katie and Kevin were both asleep when we got home at ten-fifteen. They’d ridden with Addie. I carried Kevin in the house and Addie woke up Katie enough to walk to her bedroom. They were in their beds and back to sleep before I had Addie’s suitcase in the house.

“You ready for bed?” she asked me after I set her bag down in the living room.

There was so much I wanted to know, and I wanted to fuck her so damned bad. We kissed, both of our bodies shaking with excitement. Addie was just as ready as I was. “Give me fifteen minutes,” she told me, then went in our bedroom and closed the door.

Fuck! I was so hard. I paced, checked on the kids; they were both sound asleep. Good, I was afraid our bedroom could get noisy. Locked out of our bedroom for fifteen minutes; what the hell? This was new. Usually, she just went into our bathroom to get ready for bed. Fifteen minutes is a looonnngg time! If I had learned anything these last several months, it was how damned long a minute can be!

After what seemed like at least a half-hour, I checked my watch. Crap! I set the timer on the stove for the remaining ten minutes. Then, just sat on the couch with my eyes closed for the two hours that it took those ten minutes to go by until the timer finally dinged. I jumped up and started to open the bedroom door when I heard another ding-ding. Shit, I had to turn the frickin’ timer off.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by a sight I had never seen before. And my libido took another spike to the stratosphere. Addie was on the bed, naked. But not just naked; she was on her knees, spread far apart, wrists handcuffed behind her back. How the hell?

Then I noticed the rest of her. The blindfold she’d tied around her eyes; and the gag in her mouth; a red ball, about an inch-and-a-half in diameter, holding her mouth open, but filled completely, a strap around her head holding it tightly in place. She’d done all that to herself? Well duh! You idiot. Who the hell else?

I closed the door behind me. At least I was cognizant enough to do that. Addie’s cunt was gaping open, just waiting to be fucked and I knew just the guy to accommodate her.

My hands were shaking and I started to unbutton my pants. I wasn’t even going to mess with my shirt, just get those pants off and ... then my reptilian brain thought about Jonah. What would he do right now? WWJD, What Would Jonah Do?

I redid the button on my pants and stepped over to the bed, quietly. Addie was on the bed, softly moaning and in about the most vulnerable and lewd position I’d ever seen her. Well, other than suspended in that glass cage, naked with her legs tied apart and a vibrator in her cunt, a thousand people watching her. I guess that night won the ‘lewd’ championship of the world. But this was right up there!

I put my hand on Addie’s butt. She flinched. I don’t think she’d even realized I was there yet. My fingers worked down to her pussy. God, she was soaking wet and slippery. A couple fingers slipped inside her and Addie tried to moan around the gag, sounding more like a gurgle. I fingered where I knew her g-spot to be and she squirmed, trying to get my fingers inside her even more, along with her vagina muscles starting to contract around my fingers.

I quickly pulled them out of her and told her, “No, I don’t want you to come. Not until I say.”

I heard that weird noise from her mouth again. Addie’s face was on the bed, on one side, her eyes blindfolded and the red ball held tightly in her mouth. I lay on the bed beside her, my face close to hers and a hand underneath her, playing with a nipple, “Does this mean you’re a little turned on, right now?”

She grunted and nodded her head.

“He fuck you last night?”

Her head moved back and forth. I was surprised.

“You wanted him to, though, didn’t you?”

She left no doubt, emitting an “Esh” noise and nodded vigorously.

I started to get up, mumbling out loud, but mostly to myself, “Still wants to ‘get to know you’?”

Addie obviously heard me as she nodded her head up and down.

I climbed off the bed. God, I wanted to fuck her. But at the same time, the thought went through my head as to what Jonah would be doing ... and how much Addie would love it.

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” I sternly asked my wife.

She slowly nodded her head up and down.

I rubbed my hand on her bottom, savoring the feel of the soft skin of her bare butt cheeks. I lifted my hand and ... smack. Hard! So hard that I surprised myself. It hurt my hand. Addie jerked and let out a loud whimper. I’d never done anything like that before and it honestly amazed the hell out of me.

I thought she’d probably roll over. There wasn’t anything stopping her. She didn’t though, although she started to straighten out her legs to lie down flat instead of up on her knees like she’d been. I stopped her, pushing her legs back underneath her. Jonah wouldn’t tolerate it. Another hard smack., maybe even harder than the first one. Addie let out a loud groan around the gag.

I left her, going out to the garage, looking for something. I found the section of rope we’d bought for some reason. It was a long time ago and I have no clue what it was; went back in the bedroom and cut it into three sections. I tied one end around one of her bent knees, to the corner of the headboard, then the other knee to the opposite side, making sure they were both reasonably tight; hopefully, not so tight to hurt her, but enough that she couldn’t straighten her knees.

The third went around the handcuffs, between her hands, then to the center of the footboard.

I stood back and admired my handiwork. Well, it wasn’t all mine. About eighty percent was Addie’s. I’d only added the little bits so that she was restrained in the position she’d put herself into. “I think,” I started to tell her, “that I don’t want you to come until I say so ... you know, Jonah would threaten you with a major spanking, then he’d send you home if you disobeyed, wouldn’t he,” I rhetorically asked her, knowing she couldn’t answer.

Addie grunted and tried to pull herself out of the ropes I’d tied her with. “I guess I can’t send you home, cuz you’re obviously already home,” I told my Addie, “but I really, really don’t want you to come, so here’s what we’re going to do,” I thought I was being perfectly reasonable.

Addie was being still, listening to me, not that she could move much, anyway. “If you do, I’m going to leave you exactly where you’re at until morning ... of course, I’ll probably fuck you first, but I wonder how uncomfortable you’d be by morning.”

Addie pulled at the ropes and groaned, but didn’t accomplish anything. While she was struggling, I went to her nightstand drawer and got out the little battery-shaped vibrator she’d bought in Virginia City. God, that had only been three-and-a-half months ago! Never in a million years would I have thought my Adriana would enjoy something like this then ... but that was before Jonah!

Addie’s cunt was absolutely soaking wet with her pussy-juices. She was one turned-on girl! The vibrator slipped inside her pussy like it had been soaped.

I really need to get an easy chair in our bedroom, maybe a nice recliner. Sitting on her vanity table bench just doesn’t hack it, even if it is cushioned. Better than standing, though. I turned the vibrator on low, just enough for the little protrusions to pop out of it and begin to torment her with their long, slow vibes, kind of like the Chinese water torture. Except lots more fun! I left it that way for maybe ... five minutes or so, enough that Addie was squirming, groaning, obviously struggling to keep herself from coming.

I wanted just a little more, though, so turned the thrusting action on to about halfway between low and medium. Then I set the remote on the edge of the bed and watched ... and enjoyed my wife squirming, her hips humping up and down, weird gurgling noises coming from inside her.

I let it continue like that for, I don’t know, another five or ten minutes, watching Addie’s pussy juices run down her thighs, listening to the whimpering noises she was able to make and decided it was time to turn both up a bit higher. I didn’t turn them on high, because after all, it’s not like I’m sadistic or anything like that. I only turned the thrusting to about half and the vibrate to three-quarters.

After a couple minutes of watching Addie bucking her hips and listening to the constant groaning, I wondered, WWJD.

I didn’t know what Jonah would do, and at that point, didn’t give a rat’s ass, but I knew what Matt was going to do. I couldn’t take it a second longer. My cock was so fuckin’ hard – had been all night! My pants came off, I turned off the vibrator, pulled it out of her pussy, untied the rope holding Addie’s arms (so I could climb on the bed behind her), and shoved my cock home; deep inside my wife’s cunt.

Oh yeah, I told her she had permission to come, too. It didn’t take long. I felt her pussy spasming around me and her body wracked with shuddering. My hands dug into her hips, pulling myself deeper inside her and jerked upright, draining my life deep inside her. I spasmed so hard, it didn’t feel like it was ever going to end, with Addie’s body spasming and her pussy milking me dry.

When it was over, I could barely breathe, it had been so intense. Addie, too, her body was hot and sweaty. I was a little embarrassed by the finger marks and scratches I’d left on her hips where I was gripping her so tight.

I was finally brought out of my reverie by a loud, “Mfffft.” At least it sounded a little like that, I thought. It’s kind of hard to make a word out of the noise that came from Addie’s mouth. I took it as a hint. I sat up and undid the strap behind her head, letting the ball-gag out of her mouth, then took the blindfold off her.

“Aah, ugh, get me a drink of water,” she begged me.

First, I thought I better get the ropes off her legs, then I went in the kitchen and filled her YETI cup with ice water. When I got back in the bedroom, she’d rolled over and managed to scoot herself up to a sitting position, hands still secured behind her back. God, she looked gorgeous; naked tits, still pointy-hard nipples, cum-streaked thighs, slightly protruding baby tummy.

I held the cup for her and she drank and drank. When she finished, the first thing she said was, “Well, that was fun, huh.” At least it didn’t sound like she was going to be out for my blood.

“Yeah, that’s an understatement!” I told her as I retrieved the handcuff key. She scooted around away from me so I could get at the cuffs. “How did you do this,” I asked as I unhooked one side.

“Pretty easy, actually.” Addie demonstrated by bending her wrist that I hadn’t undone yet and clicking the other one shut again, her hands still behind her back. I put the key back on the dresser and realized I hadn’t even taken my shirt off. I started to unbutton it when she glared at me and asked if I knew who Lorena Bobbitt was. I sort of took the hint that the survival of my manhood depended heavily on the speed with which I retrieved that key back off the dresser.

A little later, my private part safe once again, Addie told me, “Next time, your turn.”

I grunted, “NOT!” I told her. She laughed. Crap! Somehow, I thought she meant it.

Then she changed the subject completely, telling me, “Two weeks. I have another date with Nick on November 4th.”

“Guess you like him, then?”

“Uhuh, he likes me, too.”

I thought about that picture Addie sent me, their lips almost touching, “That kiss, was it good?”

We’d climbed under the covers, spooned together, Addie’s back to me. She rolled over facing me. “I told you last time. If he makes love like he kisses ... yeah, good doesn’t even begin to describe!”

I felt myself starting to get hard all over again, “Guess he probably kissed you more than once?”

“Mmhmm, I have pictures ... not going to show you, though. Use your imagination. Why do you think I was so fuckin’ horny tonight?”

Pictures! Use your imagination. Well, I was. At least trying to. I was on imagination overload!

Then she added, “He’s kind of like Jonah, except in erotic instead of hard-core.”

“So, do you want him to make love with you or fuck you?” God, what the hell kind of question is that to ask your wife?

“Mmm, maybe I want both. Pretty sure we’re going to do it more than once, you know.” This conversation had gotten wayyy out of hand!

She kissed me, softly, her tongue probing just a little, “Maybe I even want my husband to make love to me now that he’s fucked me.”

No more words. She snuggled up to me, we kissed, then we made love. Married person love, lots of kissing, nibbling and caressing; emotional, all resulting in Addie’s legs wrapped around me while we made love.

Afterward, we lay in each other’s arms; satisfied and snuggled together.

God, I didn’t know if I could stand another weekend like this! Then I remembered the other pending issue. “Your mother, what was that ‘verry interesting’ conversation you had with her?” emphasizing the ‘verry’ like Addie had when she first mentioned it. She and I were spooned together again, my hand around her, beginning to play with her left nipple and my lips nibbling on her earlobe.

“My ... mom ... thinks your dad ... is hot. She and Kristi have even talked about it...”

Oh shit, I thought! Is this even real? “And my mom? Your dad?”

She nodded, “Uhuh.”

Addie and I just lay quietly for a few minutes, thinking. I tried to imagine ... what? Hell, I didn’t even know. Yeah, I did. It was just something totally outside the realm of possibility. Our parents?

“And you said you had an idea?”

She nodded. “I mentioned it to Mom.”

Dammit! She was killing me, making me drag it out of her. “What? You going to tell me?”

She giggled, “Getting a little feisty, are we?”

“Dammit, Adriana! What the hell did you tell your mother?” I was practically screeching.

“Well, since you’re asking so nicely ... I don’t know if I’m even going to tell you.”

I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling. Women!

“Please... ?” I asked, as sweetly as I could muster under the circumstances.

“That’s better. Okay ... I suggested ... that she and Kristi ... give their guys a little fashion show. Maybe buy a couple dresses, one really sexy ... a nightgown, maybe some lingerie; but not for themselves, for each other ... things they’d never wear themselves. Maybe Mom and Dad could invite Kristi and Russ for dinner one night, not telling Dad and Russ what they had planned ... and then just let nature take its course.”

I smiled, “Kind of like you and Kayla that night.”

Addie nodded, “Kind of like that ... except I’d hope they wouldn’t quit where we did.” God, that brought back some memories, like the vision of sexy, long-legged Kayla in those tiny, sheer black panties and bra. And then Addie unsnapping that bra...

My mother? Could my mother do that with another man? Maybe even with Laura? Hell, I couldn’t even picture her doing it with Dad! And how would Dad react with Laura in front of him, naked?

I shuddered at the thought! “And? Are they going to?”

“She’s going to talk to Kristi. See if they’d have enough courage ... Mom thought it sounded like a lot of fun, but I know she’d be scared to death.”

“You and Kayla did it. Were you scared?”

She laughed, “Petrified! And it’d be so much worse for them.”

Yeah, it would. This was our MOTHERS we were talking about! As far as I knew, neither had an exhibitionist bone in their bodies. Hell, maybe I was wrong about that, too. I didn’t think Adriana did either, until...

I laid in bed just staring at nothing, thinking. How would Dad react to seeing Mom, his wife of thirty-two years, naked – or near naked, in another man’s arms.

Eventually, I finally went to sleep. It had been a long, emotional weekend

The next day, Monday, I took the kids to school and Addie and I went about our normal workday as if nothing had changed. I knew there was something I’d been wanting to ask Addie and naturally, thought of it when she was at volleyball practice. I tucked the kids in bed and made a mental note to myself to remember to ask her when she got home.

Addie was pleased when she finally did get home. She’d gotten a chance to talk to Nicki and said she definitely had the love-bug. I was still curious about whether or not Addie had told her about hers and Samuel’s history together. None of my business, I figured, but I was still curious.

After we went to bed, I asked if she’d heard anything from Tanya. The last we’d heard, she’d been posing for two days, was horny, and afraid of killing Tanner with too much sex.

“She called me Saturday on my way to Kennewick. They’re finished with taking pictures.” She laughed, “Said that Tanner survived, but it was pretty rough on him.” Yeah, rough. Being fucked to exhaustion by someone as sexy as Tanya!

“She was excited, said she’s going to be in the December issue that comes out on November 27th. She and Tanner are going to be at the Playboy mansion that weekend.”

God, that was hard to comprehend. The beautiful woman who had become my lover and I had fallen so hard for was going to be a Playboy Playmate! And be at the Playboy mansion. I’d never bought a Playboy before, but sure as hell was going to be buying that issue! Probably subscribing on the internet, too, to see all the pictures.

“What about your mom? You talk to her today?”

“No. I think she’s going to have to get her nerve up quite a bit to even talk to Kristi about it.”

I hadn’t thought to ask Addie Sunday. “When you talked to her Saturday, did you tell her anything about us?”

She hesitated a little bit. “I did like you told your dad, about Tawns and Tanner ... but not everything, either. I didn’t tell her about college.” She smiled, “Didn’t want to spoil Mom’s image of her little girl back then.”

I laughed a little about that, “Little girl? You were in your twenties!”

“What, you don’t think that Katie will be our ‘little girl’ when she’s twenty?”