Chapter 52

Monday morning, Dec 7, 2020

The first thing we did when we awoke was check the box office receipts. ‘Second Chances’ had gone down but was still nearly triple the second rated movie, $149,482,397. Dani’s four-percent – nearly another six-million dollars!

The rest of our week was relatively routine. Well, I might add to that a bit and mention that our ‘routine’ love life had become fuckin’ awesome! Twenty-nine-year married couples are not supposed to be having the kind of love life that Dani and I were having. Those visions of Dani and Mark, and me and Jenny were damned powerful aphrodisiacs, for both of us. We’ve both been on fire and damned thankful that the kids are out of the house.

The back of the couch, kitchen counters, and Dani’s knees have all taken a beating. Hell, even the hard, kitchen floor became a victim Wednesday morning.

I am not going to go into detail on those ‘encounters’, it would take several chapters, use your imagination.

Dani spent a lot of time on the phone and texting with Jenny too, probably a lot more than I knew about since I was at the store most of the day. Funny, how she’d be giggling with Jenny over texts one minute, and the next, climbing all over her hapless husband. Not that the said hapless husband was complaining, mind you.

Anyway, hard as it may be to believe, there were other things in our lives besides sex, such as; When Troy, the school superintendent, called. He had a list of six names of kids that the math teacher had suggested for beginning calculus, and four others for tutoring. Dani’s excitement was through the roof!

She began making calls to parents, introducing herself and explaining the reason for her call, either the tutoring or the calculus. One by one, I listened as she explained the reason for her call, then, ‘Yes, I am the one in the movie,’ and shortly after, ‘thank you.’ That’s paraphrased a bit, but virtually every call had some variation of those comments. In the end, usually after a return call, all four of the tutoring students were going to sign up and four of the calc students. Dani was ecstatic, and called our attorney to put together an agreement, starting the week of January third. She’d already found her calc textbooks online and ordered ten, just in case she added more kids later, a little over three-hundred dollars, while the tutoring kids will bring their own.

Thursday afternoon, we had a bit of a surprise, a delivery truck backed up in our driveway. I was at work and Dani called me asking if I knew what it was. “No freakin’ idea,” I told her, so she told me she’d find out and let me know.

I’d have offered to run home but the store was busy, it always happens before Christmas, not that I was complaining about that either. I’ve always loved the days before Christmas in the store, and my favorite is the toy aisle that we do for every Christmas. Every. Single. Toy. Made in AMERICA! Cars, trucks, tractors of all types, farm implements, every single one metal and with a lifetime warranty from our store. If it breaks, bring it back with the receipt, and we’ll replace it or refund the money if we can’t. If you’re curious how many we’ve taken back over the years - three, fourteen years and three toys returned. Know how many people buy the toys? Hell of a lot, that’s how many. I wouldn’t even hazard a guess how many toys we’ve sold over the years. Dani called me back a little over an hour later, “You won’t believe what was just unloaded,” she told me, leaving her statement hanging

“Ookay, you going to tell me what it was?” I asked her.

She chuckled, “A ... no, I think you’ll have to wait till you get home.”

Aahhh! I was planning to go shopping after work. It’s Dani’s fiftieth birthday Monday and we’ve been planning a dinner for Saturday so that Jodi could make it, coming home from Pullman. “I’ll be a little late,” I told her, “something I have to pick up at the store.” I’d ordered her gift and wanted to pick it up.

“It’ll be waiting when you get home,” she said, “I don’t think you’ll miss it, not for long anyway.”

That was how she left it, a total mystery. I guess turnabout is fair play, I think she’ll be a little surprised with her birthday gift too.

It was half an hour after closing when the store finally cleared out, and I knew this would be typical until after Christmas, probably even more so as it got closer. I stopped at the mall and picked up Dani’s present, beautiful! They offered to wrap it but I like to wrap my own presents, it makes them seem more personal.

Dani was right, it was hard to miss as soon as I walked in the house, a beautiful, hand-made walnut dining table and eight matching chairs set up in our dining room. Mark, our financial guru, had sent it, made by his late wife Jan, Janelle.

She showed me the note that he’d sent along with it, in a flowing hand-written script,

‘Robert and Daniella, I cannot thank you enough for the gift you have given me, not only my most wonderful night since Jan’s passing, but the freedom I now feel, the freedom to ‘enjoy’ once again. Jan will always be a huge part of my life but I realize now that my life may go on. The table and chairs were Jan’s most prized creations, and I am happy to have finally found a home for them. One of my clients is another woodworking artisan who was most happy to finish the chairs. The remainder of her creations and ‘shop’ will be donated to Wounded Warriors, her favorite charity.’

‘On a more personal note, Kelly, my assistant, is coming to dinner this coming Friday night.

Mark.’

“Wow,” I told Dani, “sounds like Mark has made a turnaround.”

“I hope so,” she said, “he’s a good person.”

I smiled, “Good in more ways than one, huh.”

She smacked me in the arm.

Dani picked out a Thank You card and hand-wrote a note,

‘Mark, at your house was my pleasure, I should be thanking you. And the dining set, we will cherish it forever as a reminder of both you and Jan. I am attaching a note to the bottom of the table so our family will always know from where it came, Thank you so much for the gift! PS, my husband enjoyed that night as well. We’re happy to hear about your dinner with Kelly, here’s hoping it works out for you both. XOXO, Dani’

Then she wrote out the short note explaining the origin of the table and securely taped it to the bottom of the leaf.

Dani’s birthday dinner on Saturday turned out great, our typical group was there, our two kids, Jon’s wife, Tammy, both sets of parents, and Jenny and Richard, except that Richard was once again at the hospital.

Jodi took it upon herself to fix dinner, lasagna, one of Dani’s favorites. Dani’s mom had made ice cream, and mine baked a cake. Jenny brought the wine, so it had been a group effort, and it couldn’t have been better, “A lot better than last year,” Dani said, quite an understatement. That had been in the midst of my coma, no one knowing if I’d ever awaken or what might remain if I did. Thank God, that was in the past!

There was a lot of exclaiming how beautiful the dining set was and questions about where we’d gotten it. Dani explained about Mark and his wife, Jan, leaving out the part about ‘that night’.

“Hard to believe it was fifty years ago that our baby was born. Your dad and I were so excited that day, and you’ve made us proud every day since,” her mom told Dani, making her cry.

“Best mom and dad a girl could ever have,” Dani told her, and the three of them gave a long, tight group hug.

After the cake and ice cream, it was time for Dani’s gifts. Fortunately, Richard had been able to get away from the hospital and came in just in time for Dani’s gift opening. Mine was the last that she opened, a larger box with three smaller ones inside. After she opened the first one, the larger of the three, her hand flew to her mouth and she exclaimed, “Oh my God, it’s so beautiful, an emerald and diamond heart-shaped necklace on a gold chain. When she’d recovered enough to take it out and look at it, her eyes were glowing, and I couldn’t have been happier for her. She loves jewelry but had never had anything even remotely like it. She opened the other two boxes, matching earrings and bracelet, quite different than the typical costume-jewelry we usually buy.

She looked beautiful wearing them with her light pink, satin blouse. Maybe I was a little prejudiced but from the raves she got from the rest of our family, I thought it was a fairly common sentiment. I done good!

Jodi went home with Jon and Tammy, and when she kissed me goodbye on the cheek, told me, “I’m guessing you and Mom will want a little alone time.”

A few minutes later, it was just the four of us, Dani and me, Richard and Jenny. “Sorry, but you’re not going to get that alone time,” Jenny told Dani, pulling her in for a kiss, not a ‘friend, good-night’ kiss either. We were very soon in our bedroom, Dani and Jenny undressing each other, Richard and me watching. “Think we’ll want a chair,” I told Richard.

But first, neither of us wanted to miss even a second of the ‘unwrapping’, not the way the two girls were caressing each other’s bodies, taking turns sucking each other’s nipples, and the moans ... oh, the moans!

I’ve watched Dani get naked thousands of times over our almost thirty years together. It’s never gotten old, especially the last nine months or so, but throw Jenny into the equation ... and fuckkkk!

Richard and I quietly decided that we didn’t need chairs, neither of us were going to step out of that bedroom.

The two girls laid down on the bed, still caressing each other. Jenny scooted down just a bit, taking one of Dani’s nipples in her mouth, and her hand inching down below her navel, between her legs, her fingers pressing between Dani’s lips.

Dani moaned, her hips bucking, encouraging Jenny’s fingers inside her...

Richard and me? My dick was hard like a steel rod, my heart pounding a hole in my chest. I didn’t know about Richard’s heart but from the lump in his slacks, his ‘man part’ was just as swollen and hard as mine.

They rolled over, Dani climbing on top, Jenny turning around so that her head was at the foot of the bed, Dani straddling her, lowering her mouth to Jenny’s pussy and her pussy to Jenny’s mouth, and the two girls...

Fuck, I nearly lost it!

They were intermixing the groans with the licking, Jenny’s hands on Dani’s ass, pulling her down, Dani’s face between Jenny’s legs, mouths and tongues working with intermittent moans,

I was doing my best to keep my wits about me, not letting my dick explode in my pants, when Jenny pulled away from Dani’s pussy, and looked out at her husband, “What you waiting for, Babe, get over here, fuck this bitch in heat.”

Then I heard my wife’s bated breath, “Yeah, fuck this bitch!”

Richard wasted no time shedding his shirt and dropping his pants. In the space of about two heartbeats, he was on his knees behind Dani, his wife, Dani’s best friend, gazing up at her husband’s cock coming closer to Dani’s pussy.

Jenny’s face was right there, inches away. She reached up, gripping her husband’s dick, holding it right there, at Dani’s entrance, and my heart and breathing stopped, just waiting...

“Now, push, hard,” she told her husband ... and Dani screamed, Richard’s cock suddenly buried inside her ... a birthday to remember.

Richard rested right there, letting Dani squirm, rocking back, gasping for air. Richard might not be an Alan Ryder in the dick department but he wasn’t a dwarf either. The cock that was now impaled inside my wife was bigger than mine, at least fatter, maybe not longer, and it was making quite an impact inside Dani.

Or maybe, it was the fact that her best friend was underneath her at that same moment staring up at her husband’s now fully buried cock. Whatever it was, Dani was in full groaning mode, and when he pulled nearly out of her and slammed back in, his fingers digging into her hips, it turned into more of a wail, Jenny’s pussy seemingly fully forgotten.

“Think you should fill her other end,” Jenny said, tearing her eyes away from the fucking her husband was giving my wife for just a moment to look at me, “seeing as it’s her fiftieth birthday party and all.”

Hell, I wasn’t above sacrificing myself.

Richard had just set a new world speed record for getting his clothes off and his dick inside my wife, it was up to me to break it.

Not sure if I did or not but it was at least a tie, and it did seem that Dani was welcoming my dick in her mouth. I felt every one of Richard’s thrusts and the vibrations of Dani’s moans, and in no time at all it seemed, I was inside her throat and on the brink of...

Fuck, it hit me all at once, all of it, Dani being pushed onto me by our friend, Jenny and Dani with each other, Jen still naked underneath, “Dani, I’m...” and that was all I could get out before it hit, the orgasm wracking through my body, gusher after gusher down Dani’s throat, all of which started a massive chain reaction.

Dani’s body froze up in spasms, gurgling noises coming from her mouth, and I knew from experience what that was doing to Richard’s dick inside her pussy. He bellowed out obscenities, and Jenny underneath started squealing and spasming as well.

“I trust you had a good birthday party,” Jenny told Dani some time later after we’d recovered and dressed.

She laughed, “Think it was the best party ever, especially the ending,” Dani told her.

“You know I have a birthday coming up before long,” Jenny hinted.

We all laughed, “Halloween isn’t exactly ‘before long’, and I’m not sure exactly how it’d work since your parents are almost always overnight guests,” Dani told her.

She frowned, “We can make it a delayed birthday party then, after they go home.”

So the planning was already underway for Jenny’s next birthday in a little over ten months.

It was Dani’s first Christmas at the farm in thirty-plus years, my first ever, and it was wonderful. We bought decorations and had the whole place lit up from the gate, the barn, and especially around the house. Nobody paid attention to the cost but we must have spent over a thousand dollars for decorations and lights. Dani said that her grandparents usually had a tree, a wreath on the door, and a few miscellaneous decorations inside.

We went through old trunks and the only original decoration we found was the old Christmas angel tree topper, so it went on top of the tree. None of the lights worked, and those type of lights were nonexistent well over half a century after it was new, but no matter, the angel took her rightful place atop the tree once again after all those years.

Dani’s mom couldn’t have been prouder. She took a picture of the tree with the angel on top, had two copies printed into 8x10s, bought frames, and we took them to the cemetery where Grandma and Grandpa were laid, leaning one against each of the stones. We were all sure that Grandma and Grandpa were proud.

Our only problem was that we had two sets of parents and Christmas has always been hard to accommodate both. This year the problem was solved, my parents were at the farm as well, sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms, with Dani and I in the other.

Jon, Tammy and Jodi set up a tent in the barn, complete with those big, deep air mattresses from Costco and an electric heater. I offered to help with the tent but the three of them said they were sure they could handle it. Our Christmas family problem was solved, once and for all. Thankfully, it wasn’t going to be nearly as cold as Thanksgiving had been, the forecast was for thirty-four degrees, no precipitation, not exactly balmy but a heck of a lot warmer than five or however many degrees it had been.

Christmas Eve was magical, the tree piled high with gifts for all of us, and Jodi, being the youngest, was Santa, handing out the gifts one by one. I won’t get into what the gifts were, it’d take at least the next ten pages, except Dani’s gift to me. I saved it for last, a fairly big box, about two feet cubed.