Chapter 51

Friday afternoon, Dec 4

“Okay, tell me, I want to know ... everything,” I told my wife.

We’d just passed the SeaTac exit, Seattle airport, off I-90, after that, the traffic had begun to lighten considerably and conversation would be a little easier. Actually, a lot easier, it was why I hadn’t asked her before, I’m not used to driving in the heavy Seattle traffic.

Dani looked over at me with an inquisitive look on her face, “Everything? That’s kind of broad, isn’t it, you want to try and narrow it down just a bit?”

Yeah, it’d be easier to work through it a little at a time, “That’s fair, a couple specifics come to mind, let’s start with what you told Kelly about Mark, what was that about... ‘not in so many words but he did say it’? What, that he was in love with her, he said it but he didn’t? Seemed kinda cryptic to me.”

“That’s an easy one, we’d gone to sleep, and I woke up horny, not that that was much of a surprise, I’ve been that way since getting dressed at the hotel yesterday until ... still am, anxious to get home. Anyway, when I woke up during the night, I was horny, and Mark wasn’t exactly hard so I thought I’d help him out a little...”

Oh, I could see where this was going! “And? Don’t leave me hanging, here, Babe,” I told my wife.

“I ... sort of ... took him in my mouth...”

“And he got hard, I assume?”

Dani nodded, “Uhuh, but something else too, he was still asleep, I was pretty sure, and moaning. But he said something ... Kelly, like ‘Oh Kelly’,”

I looked over at her, “You mean ... like she’d done that to him before?”

She shook her head, “I don’t think so, it was more like he was wanting it to be her. And he said some other things too, little things that I don’t even remember now, but he has a thing for her, a serious thing, a girl knows.”

“He’s too much of a gentleman to do anything, she works for him after all, it was why I told her. I’m hoping she’ll take some initiative, because I’m pretty sure she feels the same way.”

“Even with the age difference? She’s what, probably fifteen-twenty years younger than him?”

Dani smiled, one of ‘those’ smiles, “Sweetheart, I can only hope that by the time you’re in your mid-sixties that you can fuck like he can. I’m willing to bet that she’d be well satisfied for a long time.”

Then she added, “You want to hear what happened after he woke up from my little...?” and she sexily licked her glossy lips.

She was teasing me, and it was fucking well working! I’d had those two little ‘accidents’ the night before, but they’d not relieved the pressure, not one iota. God, I wanted her to pull my hard dick out and warm it inside her hot, wet mouth, but somehow, while driving up this slushy, half-slick highway it didn’t seem like such a great idea.

I’d just have to bear it until home. I guess we could stop somewhere, but what we could do at home sounded a whole lot better.

All that went through my mind in a lot less time than it took to write it, a lot less words too.

“Yes,” I told her, my anxiety level rising to at least a ten.

“I kind of got the impression that he and Jan didn’t ... he is older and all, maybe they were a little naïve together. But anyway, after he woke up and we’d kissed a while, I directed him behind me and got on my knees. He acted a little confused at first but when I spread my legs apart and he got the idea ... I discovered that he wasn’t a ‘gentleman’ at all. Oh my, how he fucked me! Pretty sure it was just me he was thinking of then too. When we get home, we’ll see if his fingernail scratches still show on my hips. Pulled hair too. I had to stuff a pillow in my mouth to muffle the screams, but I was still surprised we didn’t wake you.”

I groaned, fuckkk!

“I’d love to be a fly on the wall when he does that to Kelly,” she added, snaking her hand to my groin, “You’re all hard,” she said, squeezing.

“Trying to drive,” I grumbled.

We stopped at the Red Horse in Ellensburg for a late lunch. “About how much longer to home?” Dani asked before we left the car.

I checked the Nav system, “Couple hours,” I told her.

I ordered a Desoto Dip (roast beef sandwich) and Dani a Daytona Chicken (Teriyaki chicken), and Dani spent most of the time waiting for our food by texting and giggling. “Just Jen,” she said when I asked who she was having so much fun with. Amazing how a woman never seems to outgrow the giggles.

“You know,” I told her, “you could just call her instead of texting, makes a conversation a lot easier.”

She smiled, “I know ... but sometimes this is so much more fun.”

Then she added, “You mind if we stop by their place on our way home?” she asked me, “she has something she wants to show me.”

NO! I did not want to stop at Jenny’s, I wanted to get my wife home!

Lunch was good, I’d recommend them anytime. Well, anytime I wasn’t in a hurry to get my wife home, that is. They weren’t quick, shudda stopped at McDonald’s. The food was a lot better though.

And now, Jenny and Richard’s. Dammit!

“What was the deal with this morning,” I asked Dani once we were back on our way, “and I love the new hair color, you should keep it that way.”

She flipped her visor down and looked at herself in the mirror, “I like it too, it’s Madison Reed, Vesuvius Red, think I’ll order some.”

“I’d like that,” and I had to laugh, “have to order enough so the carpet will match the drapes,” I told her.

She smiled, “I think, in my case, we’ve taken out the carpet and left the floor bare,” she said, “you want to recarpet?”

Now I did have to laugh, “No, you’re right, people do seem to enjoy bare floors these days, I know I do. But the drapes color reminds me, tell me about this morning.”

She chuckled (different than her ‘Jenny’ giggles), “I can tell you one thing that I already mentioned, I hope that when we’re in our mid-sixties you can still fuck like he can, that was the third time within about nine hours. You know how much cum I had inside me?”

I looked at her, incredulous, “Not EXACTLY what I meant ... but I do see your point. Sooo ... this morning?”

She was looking out the window at the big hops fields along the highway, they fascinate me every time we’re on this highway, those series of thirty-foot poles and ropes, cables, whatever they are ... It has to cost a fortune to grow those things.

“He was spooning me when we woke up, told me how he used to help Jan with her makeup, so I asked him if he’d like to help me. It never occurred to me that he’d make me ‘her’. And then he asked me to color my hair first, said he still had some of her hair dye. Her portrait was on her vanity and when I sat down there, I saw it, and understood ... he was making me into Jan.”

I nodded, it had to be emotional for him, and I had a thought, “Did he ever tell you her full first name, it wasn’t ‘Jan’ was it.”

“No, he used her name a couple times, it was Janelle.”

I nodded, “Pretty name,” I said, exactly what I’d thought. I wondered if Mark in my dreams had made some comment about his wife’s full name, probably Janelle. I had to have gotten it from somewhere, it’s not a common name. I don’t remember ever hearing it before

“It was Jan he was making love with that morning,” she said, her voice pensive, “I think it was his goodbye to her, his closure, at least I’m hoping it was...”

She looked over at me, “And I meant it when I said we can’t do it again, I’m afraid as much as we look alike he’ll transfer his affection to me, and that can’t happen. He has Kelly now.”

We took exit 5B to George Washington Way, left on thirteenth, right on Queensgate Place, and Jenny and Richard’s house was on the left. There were still patches of snow from the storm the previous weekend, but the streets were bare, the snow being a stark reminder from ‘that’ weekend.

“You coming in?” Dani asked me, “she wants to show you too.”

“Show what?” I asked her. All I wanted to do was get my wife home!

“Just ... come,” she told me again, after I’d balked at getting out.

I groaned and we went inside with her. I don’t think Dani had knocked on Jenny’s door a single time in her life, at least not since we’ve been married – twenty-nine years. “You here?” Dani yelled when we didn’t see her.

“Upstairs,” Jenny yelled, “come on up.”

She dragged me along with her up the stairs and stopped at Jenny’s bedroom door, looking back at me, smiled ... opened the door, stepped aside ... and closed it behind us.

Jenny was inside, wearing a pink babydoll, totally sheer, the panties tiny and oh so sheer, hiding nothing... “Your gift to me ... and Mark ... your turn,” Dani said, “Jen wanted to do this, she wanted it last weekend.”

The blinds were drawn, lights off, candles burning...

Jenny began to step toward me, her hand cupping a breast, fingertips rolling her nipple, a seductive smile on her face, “If you don’t have that shirt off by the time I’m there, I’m ripping it off you,” she said