Chapter 20

I hadn’t even realized we were close, but Alan pulled up in front of April’s house. It had seemed like only minutes ago that we’d left the strip club where Dani had been so fucking unbelievable. Then, in the parking lot, where she’d been unable to wait a second longer, fucked by her stud leaning over the hood of his truck.

The time had come, and I was, once again, scared to death, nervous as hell. April was so bouncy when she got out of the truck, walking backward, both hands in mine, tugging me along to her front door, laughing, telling me how horny she was. And there, just outside the door, was a package. Hell, in the excitement, I’d completely forgotten. But now, just the thought made my heart catch in my throat.

Especially when Alan drove off with my horny wife. That fear from the morning had returned in full glory. But I trusted Dani, I had to. Even after everything, she was sincere this morning, she’d have dumped everything if I’d said the word. I think.

“Do you want me naked ... or wearing this?” the minx asked me, holding up a pink, barely-there teddy.

We’d gone inside, the box had been there, just outside her door, opened and flaps tucked closed again by our friendly and probably very horny Uber driver. I smiled, imagining that her husband had probably been a very lucky man earlier this evening. Wonder if she’d stopped at the store on her way home.

April had asked me to wait for a few minutes while she went into her bedroom. Now, here she was, standing in front of me in her living room, asking, ‘naked or sexy teddy?’ holding that sheer little thing in front of her. How the hell do I answer that, trying to be cool, which I definitely am not.

“How about if you model so I can decide?” I finally decided would be the solution, not a half-bad solution, either.

“Mmm, might be fun,” she said, then glancing toward the box, “What...”

I laughed, interrupting what I knew she was about to ask, “Later,” I told her, “after we make this major decision.”

“You know how turned on your wife made me?” she asked, then without waiting for an answer, “You know I’m bi, right?”

I nodded, Alan had mentioned that the first time she was there, the night she pasted the eye patches over Dani’s eyes.

“I wanted to eat her pussy, would have if she’d given me a chance ... almost as much as I intend to suck you...”

And a second later, this beautiful, young minx was on her knees, unzipping my slacks.

I exploded in April’s mouth almost the instant her lips touched the head of my cock, my body wracked with spasms, letting out not-so-quiet moans as her lips engulfed me, sucking the little swimmers out of me and down her throat. Unlike the night before, Dani struggling to swallow Tevin’s cock, mine was lodged down April’s throat in a matter of seconds.

My eyes were clamped tight, teeth clenched as spasm after spasm of cum erupted from my dick, feeling her throat contracting with every swallow. The evening had just been too much, that vision of my wife being undressed on that stage, pushing her panties down and spreading her legs so that all could see her wet, engorged pussy lips; watching her afterward bent over the front of Alan’s truck, screaming.

And then it was over, my breath coming in gasps, feeling April’s exquisite tongue on the underside of my cock, her warm lips sliding back and forth, then sliding off, my erection still stone-hard, hardly let up in the least.

“You ready for that fashion show now?” April asked me after her tongue had finished licking the cum off her lips.

I let out a little groan; God, was I ready! I couldn’t believe that my dick hadn’t even begun to soften after that little excursion. All fuckin’ night it had been so friggin’ hard and still was. Those brownies, had to be the brownies, not that the sexy vixen who’d just stood in front of me would have anything to do with it.

That button, one solitary button was all that stood between her ... and ... shit, I was hard! And fucking horny! My heart was pounding when April looked down at that button, and her fingers were on it, pushing it through the little hole. My eyes were wide, heart beating a hole in my chest, dick getting even harder if that was possible.

April did a little seductive dance holding her dress, letting it open just enough so that I could plainly see she didn’t have anything on underneath it – top or bottom. God, all night! That little short dress, she’d been teasing me all night about what was under it. Now I knew – zip, nada, nothing!

She just wasn’t opening it enough, still teasing with it; licking her lips, that smile and twinkle in her eyes, opening it just almost enough, then closing it again, like two feet in front of me. You’d have thought that short blowjob would have dampened my appetite a little ... not! Just the opposite, I was so turned on.

She turned away, looked back toward me, still holding her dress, “Follow,” was all she said, picking up the teddy before walking down the hall to her bedroom. I scrambled to my feet, stumbling over my slacks that were down to my ankles, pulling them and my shorts up with one hand. At the last minute, I remembered the box, grabbing it with the other, and followed like a nice little puppy, my tongue dangling out just like that puppy would have been, waiting for its treat.

Right as she stepped through her door, her dress shimmied dress off her shoulders, falling to the floor exposing that exquisite, naked backside and those twenty-something curves.

Unfortunately, for me, anyway, she kicked the door closed behind her, giving me about a two-second preview of coming attractions. Leastways, I sure as hell hoped so, hoping this wasn’t all an elaborate joke on poor me and I was on my own the rest of the night with VERY blue balls! Terri Clark’s song, ‘Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me’ crossed my mind. God, I hoped not!

Yeah, that thought went through my head for the next couple minutes or so that seemed more like an hour standing out in the hallway, my dick getting harder by the second, it seemed.

“You can come in now,” I heard from the other side of the door, a soft, seductive voice.

This was new territory for me. Yeah, there was that night with Jenny, but this was different. For one thing, a pretty big ‘one’ thing, Dani wasn’t there. Total privacy. Not sure why that mattered so much, but it did. Wonder if it did to her that night, too?

My hand was trembling when I turned the doorknob. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. If you’d have told me a week ago, I’d have laughed in your face; me, damn near fifty and a gorgeous mid-twenties girl? Yeah, right! Any girl, for that matter. Other than Dani, that is.

I pushed open the door. There, sitting on the edge of the bed, was a sight I’d never imagined, even in my most erotic dreams. April, the contrast of her long, black hair tumbling down the front of her shoulders, fingers twirling it over her breast, seductive smile on her face, wearing a pinkish-white, lace babydoll, nothing else.

I stopped, staring, my mouth agape in what must have been a comical expression. April wasn’t laughing, though, she sat there, licking her lips, looking ... how the hell do I describe her? Fuck, just fuck! It was sheer, thin straps holding up the barely-there, lacy cups over her breasts, a panty strap high on her waist connected to a tiny triangle not even trying to be hidden by the lacy covering. If my heart hadn’t been pounding before...!

Her breasts! I’d forgotten what a twenty-something’s tits could look like, not big, but on her thin frame and that tight lace just under them, just ... her nipples barely veiled. I’m sure I must have drooled.

“It’s what I wore on our wedding night ... hoped you’d like it, too,” she said, “or...” pushing a strap off her shoulder, “nothing at all...” pushing the other strap.

“No...” I finally managed to stammer out, “that... “ My sexual excitement level was turned up to ultra. Pretty sure those brownies from earlier in the evening had a little something to do with it, but everything else that evening, too. I felt ... don’t even know how the hell to describe how I felt.

She smiled, pulling the straps back in place, then gave me the ‘come hither’ with her pinky. I felt like I was in a trance, dropping the box I was holding on the floor and took those steps toward ... what exactly?

She took my hand, pulling me down beside her, “What you and Dani are doing has had me so excited all week,” she said, “my husband, too ... Did you know his name’s Dan? His long-time friends call him Danny. Quite a coincidence, huh?”

I couldn’t speak, no idea what kind of noises might have come out, but, yeah, hell of a coincidence.

Her lips found mine. There have been a couple hints what kissing her would be like over the last week, but nothing had prepared me for the reality of her real kiss, those soft lips, that tongue, pressing my body against her nearly naked breasts, arms around each other, feeling that soft skin under her silky little nightie. Ohh, God, the fireworks going off in my brain! I silently thanked April for that brief release in her living room.

My hand wandered down to her butt, pulling her into my groin. We both moaned in unison. “Fuck me, Robert, I’ve been waiting for tonight all week.”

Ohh crap! My careful plans; well, since the thought crossed through my brain a few hours ago I didn’t know if I could wait to go through with it. I pushed the lace covering her nipple aside and sucked it into my mouth, tasting her hard nipple for the first time, feeling her thrust her chest out and grip the back of my neck.

I had to slow down, what I wanted ... and I knew she would, too. I’m not a twenty-year-old kid, I am an adult who can control himself. At least that’s what I was thinking, trying to convince myself. I did manage to pull away, got up, and let my pants and shorts fall to the floor. Maybe it was a good thing I’d put those back on while I was waiting in the hall, otherwise, I don’t think I’d have been able to pull away from her.

The box, luckily, Belinda, our Uber driver had cut the tape and just tucked the flaps back together after she’d opened it. I laid it on the bed, April’s eyes wide with wondering. “Close your eyes,” I told her, “don’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

She pouted, looking back at me with those sad puppy-dog eyes and a little pretend frown on her gorgeous face. The rest of her was a little distracting, too, breast still bare where I’d sucked on it just a moment earlier, nipple swollen. “Eyes. Closed,” I told her again. This was a little embarrassing with my dick pointing straight out. Guess it would have been even more disconcerting if it hadn’t been.

I waited, she finally did close them, and I waited a little longer just to make sure she wasn’t going to pop them right back open again. Just in case, I held the box so she wouldn’t be able to see inside it, opened the flaps and it was still all there. “Keep them closed,” I told April once again.

The first thing I pulled out was the black mask, nice and big so there wouldn’t be any chance of her seeing around it. “Eyes still closed,” I told April, who squeezed them shut. God, she’s gorgeous! “This isn’t quite as fancy as you had for Dani, but it’ll do,” I told her as I held it over her eyes and slipped the elastic behind her head.

“Oooh, kinky,” was all she said, then let out another groan when I took a moment away from my task to suck on her other nipple, giving it a gentle bite, then another long, lingering kiss, “See anything?” I asked her after running my tongue around her nipple and blowing on it.

Now it was April that couldn’t speak, she just shook her head back and forth, low moans coming from her mouth. God, I wanted to lay down beside her, my cock aching to press inside her. But it wasn’t time yet, there were still things to do.

Her bed was a king, she was off to one side. Thankfully, it had a Mission Style headboard with upright oak posts at the four corners, “Need you to scoot over a bit, middle of the bed,” I asked her.

After she scooted, I took out the cuffs and straps, anchoring one end of each to the top corners of the bed, trying to be quiet so that April wouldn’t have any idea what I was doing or where I was. I knew only too well the excitement of not seeing, not knowing.

After attaching the ropes to the bed, I pulled one of April’s arms out and quickly snapped the fur-lined cuff to her wrist, then the other, pulling each tight so her arms were both spread apart tightly.

“What are you...? I’ve never... “ April was complaining, pulling at the straps with her arms.

“Relax, you’ll love it,” I told her, hoping so, anyway, moving to the foot of her bed, ready to begin enjoying my captive’s charms.

I looked at her, still hardly believing that what I was about to do, my hunger from the last hours – the last week consuming me. I picked up April’s left foot, running my hands up and down her leg, enjoying her baby-soft skin, each time going just a little further up her leg. She’d quit struggling against the straps and when my fingers began stroking high on her inner thigh, let out another little moan. Then when my fingertips began gently stroking over her panty, she began squirming in a whole new way, “Ohh, Ohh, take them off ... please!”

“In due time, gorgeous,” I told her, rubbing just a little harder, my finger pressing the material gently inside her slit. I remembered the night with Jenny, her ‘take it slow’ desires. I didn’t know if April was in the same camp or not, but it’s what I intended to do now that I was back in somewhat control of myself. Of course, it helped that I’d had that relief a short while earlier. April, I might add, hadn’t.

I leaned down, kissing April’s inner thigh, feeling her softness with my lips and tongue, working my way higher, wondering briefly if Alan was kissing my wife like I was April. Probably not, I deduced, they’d have already resumed where they left off over the hood of his truck.

I switched from one leg to the other, each time my lips just a little closer to April’s honeypot, remembering her taste. Had that only been five days ago? God, it seemed a lifetime ago. So much had happened.

“Panties, please,” April interrupted my thoughts with her imploring voice.

Who was I to deny the lady? My heart was pounding and my fingers trembling when I placed them underneath the thin strap of her g-string and started to pull down over her hips. I won’t deny, either, that my eyes were glued to April’s snatch when she lifted her hips off the bed so they’d slip down more easily.

I pulled down SLOWLY, exposing her, half-inch by half-inch. The way April was thrusting her hips, she was enjoying this every bit as much as I was. She was bare, totally, her smooth, inflamed pussy, red and so fucking inviting! Oh, how I wanted my cock in-between those lips, spread so enticingly apart once her panties were no longer constricting her legs. And my dick was so F U C K I N G hard!

But first ... the ‘slow’ just escaped me and my mouth was on her, tongue reaching inside tasting the honey I remembered from that oh-so-brief encounter last Sunday. April moaned, pulling at her arms, hips thrusting up to my mouth, “Ohh, Ohh!” as she began to writhe under me, a wail coming from her mouth. My hands went under her butt cheeks pulling her up so my tongue and lips could reach deeper inside her, sucking, licking, “I’m ... I’m going to...” and her body began to convulse, flooding my mouth with her fluids and my ears with her scream.

“Oh fuckkk!” April groaned, once her breathing had returned to at least a semi-normal.

I couldn’t take this any longer, my dick was about to burst from the pressure. One more thing first, though. “Pull your knees up tight to your chest,” I told her, then savored the view she was giving me when she complied. I pushed them together a little more, then told her, “Hold, right there, just a minute,” reaching inside the box and pulling out the eighteen-inch diameter stainless-steel hoop.

I could hardly breathe, my hands were shaking once again when I slid the hoop over April’s bottom and back... “What...? What are you doing?”

I chuckled, “Just a little thing I found this evening, think you’ll like it.” Yeah, Dani and I sure as hell did when I put the same thing on her back home, a little gift from Alan.

Once I had it up to the back of April’s knees and over her back, holding her legs so they couldn’t move, either to straighten out, or spread her knees apart, I asked her, “Okay? It feel okay? Hurt or anything?”

She tried pushing her legs back out but I held it in place, “No ... it’s okay, but ... I don’t understand.”

“You will, in just a minute,” pressing the straight bar in-between her legs and tummy, latching each end onto the edges of the hoop, locking it in place so it couldn’t slide back off.

She tried pushing her legs back out, but the hoop, with that bar down the center, held them together. She could swing her lower legs up, but her knees were trapped tight against her, pressed tight to her chest in that fetal position.

“This is ... weird!” she said, still trying to pull her arms free, “picture, my phone ... in my purse ... will you take a picture ... for Danny, later.”

I wasn’t sure I could wait that long but felt obligated. My dick had been straining all night, another half-minute or so wouldn’t kill me. Well, maybe it would, but still ... remembering what Dani’s pictures had done to me.

My hands were shaking but I found April’s phone where she’d said, in the front pocket of her purse, then located the camera app, held it up, and started taking pictures of April, from all angles that I could think of, kind of hoping at the same time that Dani and Alan would think to take some pictures, maybe even another video, too.

A video, yeah! I pressed the video button then closed in on April’s pussy. It was a little hard holding her phone with one hand, concentrating on it while my other hand crept up her thigh and pressed her lips apart, squeezing in-between. I was also a little torn – record my fingers in her pussy or her face as she moaned. I decided on the fingers, leaving her face to the imagination. Her sound effects were there, though, along with her writhing pussy, my fingers pressing inside her, so fucking wet! I hoped her husband would appreciate the sacrifice I was making.

I couldn’t do this any longer, stopping the camera. I found a spot on her dresser where I could prop it up, leaning against a picture of the two of them, thinking it was so appropriate. Now, she’d have a new picture she could frame for her dresser.

I hurriedly took off my shirt. This was what I’d been waiting for all week, first with that cage on, then tonight, aching to make myself come. My dick was so fucking hard, that ‘whatever’ from Alan’s brownies had been doing its number on me all night. I scooted up on the bed, rubbed my fingers over April’s tight pussy. This was going to be so fucking good – for both of us!

“You ready?” I asked her, barely able to speak, hearing my voice shaking, a finger pressing back inside her.

She let out a loud groan, then a “Yes”, barely loud enough to hear, like her voice was failing her, much as mine was.

I lined myself up with April’s pussy, held tight together by the hoop around her legs. It felt like pushing in a steel rod covered with millions of overactive nerve endings. April grunted, “Slow, go slow.” So tight!

Every nerve in my body felt alive and centered on my cock, the endorphins flooding my system - an inch, then another ... and another ... April whimpering, “Never ... Ahh ... like ... this ... before!” her body tensing and shuddering, struggling to breathe, both of us. When Dani and I had done this, it’d been after she’d been fucking Alan with his monster dick. Not. This. Tight!

I was maybe halfway inside her, April’s body squirming, almost ready to give up, pull back out, take the entrapping hoop off her legs when I heard a very distinctive, “Push ... harder.”

Dani, up on that stage, went briefly through my mind. She did that ... I can do this! I wrapped my arms around April’s legs, pulled, and pushed with all my strength, gaining another inch, and then ... Ohh God, it was like her pussy released me, and I slid inside her, April’s pussy lips pressed tight to my groin.

We stayed like that, throbbing together, feeling the tightness, catching our breaths, me feeling April’s wonderfulness! Her soft, feminine voice, so barely audible broke the spell, “Now ... fuck me!”

I did, tentatively at first, pulling out an inch, slamming back inside her, feeling that incredible feeling of an orgasm already starting to rise. Then a longer stroke, and another, longer yet, each time April letting out a wail. I knew it would only be a few more seconds, one, then another deep thrust inside her, and it was there, not only fireworks going off in my body but the grand finale! My entire body freezing up, pumping, ejaculating spasm after spasm inside this young girl, her body jerking, shuddering, a cry from both our mouths

I have no idea how long it went on, seemingly forever, pumping my life deep into her vagina. And then ... my cock barely retreating in hardness, but I was exhausted ... couldn’t stay in this position. I flipped over on my back at the foot of the bed, barely able to breathe, much less communicate.

I knew I needed to get that hoop off April’s legs but couldn’t move. I struggled to get up, finally managing to get on my feet, plopping down on the bed beside her, “Want this off?” I managed to get out, still barely able to speak.

“Please,” was the only word she spoke, and that was barely audible. I unsnapped the bar, slipped it out from between her knees, and then the hoop off her legs. April stretched her legs out straight, then just lay there, still recovering. Of course, there wasn’t much else she could do, still blindfolded, arms tied to the corners of the bed.

I got up, walking around on my shaky legs. That had probably been the most intense orgasm of my lifetime. It gave me just a taste of what Dani must feel routinely with Alan. Speaking of Dani, she’d sure as hell had one incredible night – and no doubt it was continuing.

I went into the kitchen, found a glass, filled it with water and ice, then looked for a straw, finding them in a cupboard. I took it in the bedroom and holding the glass, put the straw to April’s mouth, letting her drink. “Ohh, thank you!” she said, “I needed that.”

“Thought you might,” taking a drink of it myself. It tasted so good. Then, as long as I had the ice water and ice, I poured just a little on one of April’s bare nipples, then followed that by holding an ice cube against it.

“That feels good,” she said, so I did the same with her other nipple and sucked the cold off the first. My brain saw ‘Onna’ sucking Dani’s tit on that stage, and my excitement grew all over again, even imagining watching – no, not watching, but sucking April’s breast on the stage. I switched to her other, sucking it hard into my mouth, getting a low growling noise from her.

“My arms, please, loose,” Exactly what I had been thinking. I was tired of this ‘tied-up’ crap. I wanted to feel April’s hands doing ... whatever. She was still blindfolded but turned her head, ‘watching’ me as I scooted up, undoing the cuffs around her wrist, first one, then the other, all the while barely able to take my eyes away from those delectable tits and hardened nipples, just aching to have my lips wrapped around them again.

I scooted back down, this time finding April’s lips and we kissed, exploring each other with our hands, pressing naked bodies together. Kissing April, I realized something for the first time; I wanted this to be my wife, my Dani. Not that April wasn’t everything a man could ask for in a lover; passionate, sexy as fuck, fun to be with, and any number of superlatives, it was what she wasn’t. She wasn’t Daniella Shore.

I suspect that most men imagine their wives being some real or imaginary lover, I was imagining my lover to be my wife, and it spurred me on even more.

Even after one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced, and after the last months, that was saying a lot, a hell of a lot. Thanks to the miracle of modern-day brownie recipes, I was still solid-stone-hard. I rolled over between April’s legs and made love with my wife, the way I intended to when we got home, with passion.

I buried myself inside April and we kissed, grinding our pelvises together, still kissing through the long, slow strokes. Her legs wrapped around my body, relaxing and pulling in sync with the strokes, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths.

The minutes went by, neither of us hurrying, but the intensity growing inside me. April, too, if her body’s reaction was any indication.

Afterward, we lay together, arms wrapped around each other, basking in the afterglow. It was the first time in what had seemed a lifetime that I felt satisfied, my dick finally succumbed to the forces of nature.

“You live so far away, how come you know Alan so good?” she asked me, her fingers gently tickling up and down my back, feeling so good.

I laughed, thinking how fucking unbelievable the answer to that question is, “You really want to know? It’s a pretty long story, kind of hard to explain, harder to believe.”

April looked up at me, those gorgeous eyes, head resting on my shoulder, her long hair splayed across the bed, “Mmhmm, I’m not ready for sleep yet, tell me.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you, long as you promise to hold your judgment till I’m finished. It’s pretty implausible ... but first...” something I’ve been dying to ask her, “what do you know about this agent ... Amanda...? You know she’s pretty high on Dani, told her some pretty incredible things, already has a big contract for her.”

She smiled, “Amanda Browning, she and her husband own the agency, she’s the manager. I’ve heard nothing but good about her, why I suggested her to Dani. From everything I’ve heard, she’s about the best, whatever she tells someone, they can take to the bank, she’ll make it happen.”

I digested that, what she’d already told Dani, that contract she’d already gotten through. But the future ... what she’s lining up for Dani...

So I started, “It was Dani, her senior year, eighteen years old, so pretty. I’d graduated the year before. There’s a picture in one of her old albums, she’d just been named the Homecoming Queen, her escort kissing her on the cheek. He was a black kid, Alan Ryder, the star on our football team that year.”

I hesitated, thinking about something else, “Have you ever seen that old television series, ‘The Twilight Zone’?”

“The one with Rod Serling?” she asked.

I nodded, “Yeah, that one.”

“Love that show, so weird!” she said.

“Well, this was just as weird ... except this was real. Dani had gone out with her best friend, Jenny, last October, the 25th, to be exact. I was home alone looking through the album again, at that picture. I knew she hadn’t been a virgin when we married and wondered if he might have been the guy ... and this is the unbelievable part, but I’ll swear to my deathbed that it actually happened ... I remember I was going out for a pizza ... and as soon as I stepped out of the house, everything changed. My car wasn’t on the street in front of the house, it was my parents’ old Ford Fairlane that they’d let me take to college.”

April had sat up on the bed, her legs crossed, Indian fashion, looking more than a little intrigued, probably thinking this was just a story I’d made up. What else could she think, maybe that I’d been drunk?

“You’re not going to believe me, but this all happened, there was proof, I’ll get to it.”

“Oookay,” she answered, sounding pretty skeptical. I knew she’d get more skeptical before I was finished.

“I turned around to go back in the house ... except it wasn’t there ... then the street wasn’t there, the neighboring houses, all gone, nothing but a dirt road through the field it used to be.”

She sat quietly, just listening, “My Fitbit, said October 25th, 1987. It was the night that picture had been taken...”

I told her about driving to town, everything changed in town, the football game, watching Dani crowned queen and that kiss ... and the other one, the kiss on the lips, a picture Dani had never shown me.

“You know...” she started to say.

I stopped her, “Yes, I do know, Dani and I both know, none of this could possibly have happened ... except it did, and we had the proof.”

“Had?” Skeptical? No shit, Charlie Brown!

“Give me a bit, I’ll get there.” She sat, still looking eager to hear the rest, no doubt to tell me it was a fun story, at least.

“After the game, I went to the Homecoming Dance ... oh, one more thing, no one could see me. It was like I wasn’t there, which I hadn’t been, never went to the dances in high school, and was in college that year. Anyway, Dani and Alan were there ... until Dani told him her parents were gone hunting, they left, and I followed to Dani’s house.”

“This is,” I started to tell her, “where...”

She interrupted, “Could this all have been a dream? One of those real-life seeming dreams that you just don’t forget?”