Chapter 43

Tuesday, Nov 21, 2028

I was still on a drug-like, sexual high all day Tuesday from watching Addie’s ‘modeling’ Monday. She had told me that after showering, she’d posed in several more positions, naked of course. They’d made love in the shower, then once more right before Nick left at two-thirty, shortly before I got home with the kids. By my count, that was four times during the day that Addie had had Nick’s cock buried inside her cunt. God!

I spent most of Tuesday ordering stock for the stores. Addie is more of a people person, wanting to spend time in her stores with her customers and her employees, leaving most of the grunt-type work to me. That’s why her business has been so successful. She still has the same philosophy as when she opened that first store in Ontario ... her customer’s satisfaction is the only thing that matters ... and her profits have soared because of it. Plus, she makes every employee feel like they’re an integral part of the business, whether it’s a store manager or part-time sales clerk.

The volleyball game that night was considerably different than the week before. It was a much better team they were playing and still won the match in just two very decisive games. With my libido in over-active drive, watching those women in their revealing tights and sports bras, I had to constantly rearrange myself so as not to be so damned obvious, especially watching Kayla after our conversation Monday ... and wondering about Saturday night.

And then there was Diane, the oldest woman on Addie’s team. Addie said she’s fifty-one, but damn she looks good in that uniform. She’s tall, just a couple inches shorter than Kayla; pretty, strawberry-blonde hair curled around her face; fairly small boobs, but just right for her slim body. For whatever reason, we’d never socialized with her or her husband, except at the volleyball celebratory dinners.

She’s athletic as hell, been on Addie’s team since Addie organized the team six years ago. I had never paid a lot of attention to her, but with her about the same age as our moms and as good as she looks in that skimpy uniform, she made me think about what my and Addie’s mother would look like in something a little less conservative than they always wore.

That thought made me shake my head, still totally amazed. My mother and Travis! My dad and Laura!

I couldn’t wait to get home that night! In a way, it’s nice that normalcy often injects itself back into our lives. Little things, but they bring us closer together; like buckling the kids in the middle seat of the van, reading a story to them at bedtime, then switching and reading another little story. I smiled, thinking that soon it was going to be three stories.

Just like with Katie and Kevin, we told Cyndi, Addie’s OB/GYN, that we didn’t want to know the baby’s sex until he/she was born. She made sure that the picture of the ultrasound she’d given us wouldn’t show whether or not there was a little penis.

Anyway, I got sidetracked. We’d tucked the kids in and read them their stories and waited for them to go to sleep before going to bed ourselves. The waiting and anticipation are always frustrating and exciting, almost like foreplay itself. We snuggled on the couch, and I’ll admit that my hand wandered to play with a skimpy-bra-covered tittie under Addie’s blouse.

When my fingers were first exploring the underside of her boob, Addie admonished me, “Just a while longer, wait for the kids to go to sleep.”

Then when I began rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her tone changed just a little, “Mmm, on second thought...” and the next noise from her lips was a quiet moan. There wasn’t much doubt as to my mood, with the tent that had grown larger in my pants.

After probably fifteen minutes of fondling and necking, trying to be quiet, Addie got up, pulled her blouse back down and opened the kids’ doors, checking on them. She came back a moment later and said, “They’re asleep,” then took my hand and led me into our bedroom. “I have to shower,” she told me with her sexy grin. “Don’t go anywhere,” she laughed.

Fat chance! I’d been looking forward to the next little while for the last weeks. Our love-making last night was way less than my fantasy of what it’d be like after the two weeks, in spite of my huge orgasm, and I was pretty sure that tonight would be a lot closer to what I’d anticipated.

I undressed and lay down on the bed, a little self-conscious because of the pole extending out of my groin so I pushed the blankets down and climbed under the sheet. Then had to laugh at the little tent the sheet was making. Anything to occupy my mind over the next ten-fifteen minutes.

Except it was longer than ten or fifteen minutes, a LOT longer. I hadn’t thought to check the time, but she seemed to take forever, even after I heard the shower stop and I tensed with anticipation. If anything, the little tent of the sheet only grew as time passed. What the hell is she doing, I wondered.

When she finally did open the door, she was wearing the same lavender, silk baby-doll from the night before; her black hair brushed out, long and luxurious, reaching below her shoulders. Then when she climbed in bed with me, I could smell the perfume she’d put on.

“I’m horny, wanna fuck?” were the first words out of her gorgeous mouth.

God! I hadn’t even had a chance to form a word when her lips were on mine and her tongue was probing the inside of my mouth.

I pushed the sheet away so our bodies were tight together and my hands explored her soft skin underneath the silk of her little gown, down to her butt, over her silk panties, pulling her tight to me, all while we kissed and we both were moaning.

God, I wanted my cock inside my wife’s cunt. But there was something I needed first.

I pushed Addie over on her back, then lifted my lips off of hers about an inch and whispered, “I want ... want you ... to ... finish what you started Monday ... for Nick.”

I felt her body tense, “Honey, I...”

“To make yourself come ... I want to watch.” Then I took her right hand and moved it down to the inside of her thigh. Right at the edge of her silk panties, indicating what I wanted.

Addie spread her legs apart just a little and tentatively moved her fingers, brushing them against the outside of her panties and moaned softly. She never finished what she’d started to say.

I sat back on the bed to just watch and see what unfolded. Addie’s eyes were closed, her legs opened a bit more, her left hand was rubbing up and down her tummy over her silk gown and the fingers of her right hand were running up and down, pressing down just a bit, creating a very sexy camel-toe in her panties.

She wasn’t hurrying, slowly building up the sexual tension, but it was obvious how damp her panties were becoming. The hand rubbing over her gown had ventured a bit higher, to the underside of her breasts and her hips had begun moving along with her fingers that were pressing her panties into her pussy.

And then ... her fingers were underneath the elastic of the waistband. Addie’s face looked like she was in an entirely different world; eyes closed, mouth gaping open in a moan, a look of concentration on her face. My eyes traveled back down toward the space between her legs, stopping a moment to watch her left hand on her breast, rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then further down, where two fingers had partially disappeared inside her pussy.

God, I was turned on! My fingers briefly wrapped around my cock, spreading the slippery pre-cum before I realized what I was doing and pulled my hand away.

Addie’s groans and whimpers had grown louder as two fingers were working in and out, in and out of her pussy, a little deeper each time, until they were all the way inside her, up to her knuckles and she added a third and kept them inside her, her hips grinding up and down on them.

I wanted to see better, so began to tug her panties down. She realized what I was doing and lifted her hips off the bed, letting me pull them all the way down. God! Addie’s fingers were inside her, but not just resting. I could tell from the movements of her hand and her hips that her fingers were working their magic, bringing her closer and closer to a climax.

Suddenly, Addie’s eyes snapped open, her body tensed, a loud wail escaped her mouth and her wet fingers started plunging in and out of her cunt with her hips humping up and down. “Oh God, Oh god,” she wailed, “Fuck me, Matt, now!”

I needed no better invitation. I rolled Addie over on her tummy, she climbed up on her knees and my cock was inside her ... being squeezed by that pussy.

Addie’s body was trembling with the aftershocks from her orgasm right before I entered her, and as soon as I’d pushed inside her, she started out with another loud, continuous groan. It was a damned good thing our kids could sleep through an earthquake!

I was so fuckin’ horny by then and so hard! My body was shaking right along with hers. But thankfully, I’d had that huge orgasm the night before and managed to hold off this one for several of the most exquisite minutes a man can ever have of plunging in and out of my wife. And never once did the vision of Nick’s cock inside her even enter my head. Yeah, right! Just like I’m sure it didn’t enter Addie’s head.

By the time my orgasm hit, Addie’s body was slippery wet with a sheen of damp sweat. Her orgasm had triggered my own, her pussy muscles milking me dry. We lay together, me on top, still inside her but softening, both of us breathing hard.

It took several minutes before I recovered enough strength to roll over off of Addie, but she continued to lie on her tummy, breathing hard.

“God!” was her only word for the longest time, until she too, rolled over onto her back and snuggled in the crook of my arm. “We need to do that more often.”

I laughed, “Yeah, we do,” pulling her tighter.

Later, when we were both still basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, Addie mentioned, “I talked to Tawns today.”

“Cool. And?”

“She said she’s so nervous she can hardly stand it. Scared, too. They’re leaving for the Playboy Mansion Friday and she has no idea what’s going to happen. She said they sent them plane tickets and going to meet them at the airport.”

“I think they’ll both fit in fine. They’re probably about the best-looking couple in the State of Washington ... the Tanya half, anyway.” Actually, I knew damn well that the Tanner half was, too.

“Yeah, I know,” Addie said, “another thing they told her ... get an agent. They said she’ll be flooded with modeling offers, probably from some big names. They didn’t mention any, but from major players; probably big bucks.”

Wow, all from a ‘joke’! I actually did think they would likely want her for that ‘professional woman’ spread they were advertising for, but this?

“You know who’s to blame for all this, don’t you?” I asked Addie.

She looked straight at me, “Yeah, I think I do.”

“No, you really don’t. You remember that gorgeous black woman in that club in Sacramento, Jonah’s girlfriend, Ashanti? I thought she was so gorgeous she should be in Playboy, then realized, heck, Tanya’s the one who should be. But I never would have thought about it without seeing her ... so she’s the one to blame ... or credit, whichever way you want to look at it.”

Addie laughed, “So that little sojourn did reap some results. Well, I guess there’s Samuel and Nicki, too ... other than about the best orgasms on the face of the earth!”

She went on, “And you know what? Last I heard from Jonah, he and Ashanti were a pretty inseparable item. Maybe somebody’s finally taming him.”

That caught my interest, “And when might you have been hearing from Jonah?” God, that sounded awkward, but I guess she’d catch what I meant.

She didn’t even flinch. “Little over a month ago. He just wanted me to know about him and her. Said they probably wouldn’t have ever gotten together if it hadn’t been for me. He sounded pretty happy ... didn’t even use any swear words. It was almost like I was a human being, instead of his whore.”

We both laughed at that. “You loved that, didn’t you?”

“How the hell did we go from talking about Tanya to me being Jonah’s whore?”

Now that was funny! We were both giggling so hard that it was several minutes before either of us could talk again.

I finally was able to tell her, “Guess it’s just ingrained in your soul, huh, Jonah’s whore, Jonah’s whore, Jonah’s whore!”

I was lambasted with her pillow to my head and the fight was on. Before we both had collapsed on the floor, dying from laughter, the bed had been completely destroyed. Thank heavens that our kids are oblivious to our ‘bedroom activities’. Although this particular ‘activity’ was a bit different than most.

As we were sitting in the middle of the room, trying to stifle the giggles, Addie got serious again, “She doesn’t know if she wants to change their complete life. They like what they have and they both know that her modeling could change everything ... even if it did make them rich.”

“Tough decision, huh,” I said, “slave away at the old jobs or primp and smile in front of a camera for probably hundreds of thousands.”

She frowned at me, “Don’t make light of it. It will be a big decision, maybe even involve moving to a big city somewhere ... and who knows if we’d still fit in their lives.”

THAT I hadn’t thought of! “You’re right. Maybe you better encourage her to stay right where they are, doing what they know how to do.”

“I don’t know what she’ll do. She was afraid, but sounded like she really would like to do it.