Her First Time
Copyright© 2021 by robertl
Chapter 53
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 53 - A very strange night gives a vivid picture into what my wife's first time was like.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Wife Watching Interracial Black Male White Female
Dec 31, 2020, Tampa
The day had arrived! Well, not THE day, wedding day, but Alan and April’s rehearsal day, New Year’s Eve. The four of us were in Tampa, Jenny and Richard’s first time. They’d never been to Florida before, so Dani and I gave them the tour, what we knew of it anyway; the waterway, Pirate Water Taxi, Princess Ulele, and so on. We ate lunch at Jackson’s Bistro, the same place where Alan, Dani, and I had dinner that night in my dream, the place where Dani had collapsed on the ladies’ room floor, begging Alan to fuck her.
I explained to Richard and Jenny how I’d seen all of these without ever having known that any of it even existed. Richard, ever the doctor, again told me I should see a specialist, that maybe they could determine how all of it happened. I politely agreed that I should, not that I ever would. I do NOT need to be psychoanalyzed. Besides, some things are just meant to remain a mystery forever.
We stopped at the Candle Pour and the girls made pretty, scented candles as a souvenir, then Francesca’s, where Dani and Jenny were on cloud nine, buying pretty clothes. Dani found a dress that she fell in love with, the exact dress from my dream that she’d bought to wear to Alan’s restaurant’s grand opening ... that he later took off her in our hotel room. “I need something nice for the rehearsal tonight,” she explained.
Jenny found a dress too, even a bit more risque than Dani’s. I was anxious to see both girls dressed up later, and I hoped ... hope, hope, hope, that we’d eventually visit Anna’s strip club, where Dani had ‘performed’ in my dream, later fucked by Alan, leaning up against his truck in the parking lot. Now, THAT would be fun. From the look on Richard’s face, he was thinking much the same thing. I’d told them both about that little trip, maybe leaving out the part about Dani being so thoroughly fucked afterward.
Our girls looked absolutely gorgeous in their new dresses, sexy as hell, and Dani brought back the memory of that other night in my dream, meeting Alan for the first time after thirty-some years. And later, in our hotel room...
We met April’s two younger sisters – May, her middle sister, and June, her youngest at the rehearsal. All three looked interchangeable ... and all three were accomplished flirts. I wondered what their parents would have named a boy. May was April’s Maid of Honor, and June, Dani, and another girl, Luna, who worked under April at the studio, were bridesmaids.
We also met Brad Johnson, Tampa Bay’s Super Bowl quarterback, Joel Peterson and Chris Davidson, also of the Super Bowl team, and Alan’s cousin, Kevin (as opposed to Tevin in my dream). Brad was Alan’s best man, the other three his groomsmen.
Jenny, Richard, and I were all bystanders, twiddling our thumbs and girl-watching, while the wedding consultant situated everyone just as she wanted them.
I wondered aloud to Richard about Alan’s parents, I’d have thought they’d be at his rehearsal. Some other guy sitting alongside me leaned over and whispered to me that his parents had been killed in a car crash, a drunk driver, seventeen years ago, “It’s why he’ll never serve alcohol in his restaurants,” the guy explained. He looked vaguely familiar but I never did find out who he was, probably another football friend.
At least they’d gotten to see their son win that MVP award at the Super Bowl, what a thrill that’d be for any parent.
The rehearsal lasted well over an hour. Afterward, we were invited to Alan’s bachelor party, which I’d been looking forward to since that Saturday morning when Alan and April told us about their engagement. Suddenly, though, without Dani and Jenny there, it didn’t sound nearly so appealing, or to Richard either.
Instead, he and I spent New Year’s Eve watching The Shawshank Redemption, then Gone with the Wind. Midnight, passing into 2021, came and went without even a notice ... and without our wives. Exciting, huh?
It was two-eighteen in the morning when the two giggling women came through the door. I remember the exact time because I’d just looked at the clock radio two minutes before, wondering if they were coming or not.
Dani stood beside the bed and dropped her dress right there, nothing at all underneath it, then climbed into bed with me, her breath smelling strongly of whiskey. You have to understand that Dani doesn’t drink, some wine, but that’s all, and a VERY occasional mixed drink, one only. Her breath that night was a LOT more than one drink.
“Wanna fuck,” she announced in a voice that half the Meridian must have heard.
Now, I’m not one that would typically take advantage of an inebriated woman, but this was my wife, and the way she was crawling all over me by the time I even caught up with what she’d said, it didn’t seem exactly like ‘taking advantage’. I guess it wasn’t exactly me taking advantage when it was Dani who crawled up between my legs and sucked my hard cock all the way down her throat in about half a nanosecond.
Jenny, on the other hand, seemed to have passed out the instant she hit their bed.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I groaned. This was fucking epic, the way that Dani’s tight throat felt!
She pulled off me, slobbering all over me as she pulled her mouth off, looked over at Richard, who was intently watching her ... and why not, naked, her tits hanging free, pussy wide open, her lips up against my balls, or at least they had been. “Come hither,” she muttered, “‘elp my hubby fuck me!” and then she motioned toward her passed-out best friend, “she’dwantchato,” and she swiveled her ass, going back to her task of swallowing my dick.
Richard, ever loyal to whatever his Jenny would want, assuming that Dani would know, I guess, climbed off his bed, dropped his jammie bottom (why the fuck was he wearing jammies?), and climbed on the bed behind Dani.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what had transpired when Dani’s body jerked forward, and I felt a rumble coming from inside my wife.
Her body jerked over and over, and I felt every one through her mouth. If anyone ever tells you that you’ll eventually get used to your dick down your wife’s throat while some other guy is fucking her from behind, tell them they’re out of their fuckin’ ever-lovin’ mind!
Suffice it to say that three bodies were spasming in unison, Richard and I shooting cum inside my wife from both ends, her body writhing uncontrollably.
When it was over, Richard climbed up on the bed and snuggled against Dani’s naked body. I rolled off the other side and climbed in the other bed next to Jenny, still about eighty-seven percent turned on, doing a lot of wondering what had transpired at April’s bachelorette party.
What I truly wanted to do, though, would have been taking advantage of an inebriated woman for real, so I just snuggled next to Jenny and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her naked body to me.
It was nearly ten the next morning when Dani started to stir. Richard was up and in the bathroom, and I was awake, still in Jenny’s bed, but had let the two of them sleep, hoping that more sleep would alleviate some of the misery that I knew they’d both be feeling when they awoke. I couldn’t vouch for before we were married, but was fairly sure that neither had any experience with a next-day hangover.
I was watching Dani waking up when her eyes suddenly shot open, she sat up in bed, and announced in a panicked voice, “Oh my God, Jen, wake up, we’re supposed to be at the venue by noon to get ready for pictures.
Then she looked around, shocked that I was in bed with Jenny and the other side of her bed had obviously been slept in. “What ... happened last night?”
I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I’d been sober and knew exactly what happened. Well, after Dani and Jenny got back to the room, that is, I had no clue about their before. My guess, though, from Dani’s reaction when she’d climbed in bed with me, was that whatever it had been, it’d been sexy.
I was a little confused, though, because Dani was in the wedding party and Jenny wasn’t. Why did Jenny have to be anywhere before the wedding? Ah well, not my place to question, my wife was on a mission.
Jenny was just as frantic when she regained consciousness, first begging for a whole bottle of Tylenol, then the two of them taking turns in the shower, working on hair, and all those things a woman has to do to become presentable after a night of debauchery?
One had had her share of debauchery just in our room. Not that I was complaining, mind you, Richard either, I imagined.
By eleven-eighteen we were down in the hotel’s dining room, Dani and Jenny carefully holding their heads and eating a salad, Richard and I a giant three-thousand calorie bacon-cheeseburger and fries. Don’t tell me it’s not fair, it is what it is.
Dani and Jenny were at the wedding venue fourteen minutes late, twelve-fourteen. It was a big outdoor site and relatively small building, more like a park than anything else, although I hadn’t seen many parks quite that opulent; green grass, palm trees, flowers, it was more like an elaborate outdoor arboretum. There must have been a thousand chairs set up in front of the huge gazebo.
Richard and I made ourselves scarce, the wedding wasn’t until seven. We drove around, past Alan’s house, and I remembered the city park that was a block down his street then across Bayshore Boulevard, the park Alan took Dani that night in my dream, blindfolded and in the harness contraption he’d fucked her in right before.
I didn’t mention any of that to Richard, though, just that I knew the park was there from my dream. The walking path they followed and met another couple on was there too, just as I remembered it.
Richard and I were there at six-thirty, and those thousand or so seats were already about two-thirds filled. Alan and April apparently know a LOT of people. Of course, Alan’s football career, his two restaurants, and April’s career with the studio, translates into lots of friends and acquaintances.
Jenny’s role turned out to be the guest list, making sure that each guest signed the book and taking care of the gifts. She wore a gorgeous, but modest off the off-the-shoulder, floor-length dress, except there wasn’t a floor, just grass.
We saved Jenny a seat next to her husband, which she claimed when it was time for the wedding and her duties were done.
At seven sharp the music started playing. A preacher and Alan were standing in front, Alan looking happier than I’d ever seen him, dressed in a turquoise tuxedo.
Luna, April’s co-worker and Joel Petersen walked up the aisle arm-in-arm, followed by Dani and Kevin, Alan’s cousin. He was tall and very good-looking, exactly like Tevin from my dream. Dani and all the bridesmaids were wearing lavender, knitted dresses, stretched so that you can see through it to bare skin in all but the most crucial places where the knitting was much tighter, almost like the dress Dani wore that night to Anna’s strip club.
The three couples, including Chris Davidson, of the Bucs and June, April’s youngest sister split up, the men on the right, women on the left.
I stared at Dani, trying to see if I could detect panties or a bra through the knit fabric. No such luck but she looked radiant and beautiful, her red hair flowing freely, obviously done that day, and when she turned toward the crowd I saw her beautiful face, still impossible to tell about either bra or panties.
Then the best man and maid of honor, Brad Johnson and May, April’s middle sister, a slightly darker lavender to set them off from the others.
The wedding march followed with two children, a boy and girl, scattering flowers along the pathway, followed close behind by April, dressed in what looked like a silk dress that I won’t even begin to describe, other than what you’d expect and more, ravishing, and her grinning dad by her side, their arms linked together.
The ceremony seemed long but was beautiful, every part of it. April and Alan had obviously written their own vows, they exchanged rings, and the ‘You may kiss the bride’, was NOT PG-rated.
After the ceremony, everyone was jubilant, more pictures were taken, the line congratulating the bride and groom was long, so that Richard, Jenny, and I skipped it entirely. We knew we’d get an opportunity to congratulate the bride and groom later.
We must have met the entire Buc’s team from that Super Bowl, along with team members from before and after. Jon, back home, would have been ecstatic to meet so many of his childhood heroes.
It was after ten when all was done, over three hours. We’d joined the wedding party in a small area set off just for a little quiet and privacy, and Alan suggested we go out to celebrate. I guess he and April didn’t feel any great rush to consummate their marriage as they’d been living together since before Thanksgiving, and no doubt ‘consummated’ it nightly.
Most of the group bowed out, one reason or another. Alan’s football buddies and their wives had already gone home, somewhere else, anyway, and April’s sisters and Alan’s cousin, Kevin, left. Even Janet and her husband had left, so it ended up Alan and April, plus Jenny, Richard, Dani, and me. I was looking forward to a fun night ahead, maybe even a semi-reenactment of Thanksgiving weekend.
April was still in her gown, Alan in his tux, and Dani in her loosely knitted and very sexy bridesmaid dress, with Richard and me wearing nice sports jackets and slacks.
We all piled in our cars, Alan and April in his big Ford King Ranch truck, even the same polished, two-tone blue and white as it had been in my dream, the four of us in our rented Camry. Alan led the way, and my senses were on full alert, certain that I knew where he’d be taking us.
I’d been there twice, once in my dream and the other in real life with Elle, my temporary girlfriend while Dani was in Montana filming her movie. Janet took us, she wanted me to meet Anna, the gorgeous attorney/amateur stripper, and yes, Anna had convinced Elle to take her clothes off on stage.
Elle went back to her husband, and the last I’d heard, they were doing well together now that they understood each other a little better. I talked to her occasionally in the bank where she’s the prettiest loan officer in the Tri-Cities.
Would Anna be there tonight, I wondered? She’d told us that it’s what she does after a stressful day in court, defending some miscreant, ‘always innocent’, she’d told us with a laugh. Obviously, there was no court on New Year’s Day, so...?
I started recognizing things when we got closer to the industrial area the club is in, and my heart rate began spiking. This was actually going to happen, what I’d imagined for so long. Dani and Jenny had initially been excited about the possibility, then had unmercifully teased each other about stripping. Plus, knowing April, I was sure she’d be up for it too, a fun and exciting night ahead!
Alan stopped in front of the building, a nondescript, industrial building in an industrial park, no signage, but I knew what was inside, and it was NOT industrial, the only building in the park with a huge parking area.
April walked in alongside Alan, as of about three hours ago, her husband. He leaned over and said, quite loudly enough for the rest of us to hear, “Who do you suppose is gonna fuck who before the night’s over?”
You’da thought that Alan would be bedding his wife on their first night as husband and wife. Apparently, you’da been wrong, maybe.
The same as Janet had done that night when we were there with Elle, Alan entered a code on the front door and then pulled it open.
“My wife and friends,” he told the muscle-bound guy at the counter, probably more than just a counter-guy. I remembered the criteria to get in, you were either a member, who had to be recommended by another member, then voted on, or a guest of a member. Random people were NOT allowed. It was why they could do some of the things they did. I also recalled that membership was not inexpensive.
He turned to the rest of us, “I got this,” he said, handing over his credit card. When Janet, Elle, and I were here, it didn’t cost a thing as we’d been guests, invited by none other than Anna herself. Janet had gotten in touch with her at her attorney’s office, and she wanted to meet the man who’d had the dream about her.
There was a big sign on the wall behind the guy, the same sign as before, ‘NO RECORDING EQUIPMENT PERMITTED INSIDE, VIOLATION WILL RESULT IN CONFISCATION AND IMMEDIATE AND PERMANENT REMOVAL.’
I watched the guy behind the counter, relatively sure that it wasn’t every day that a new bride and groom and one of her bridesmaids came in straight from their own wedding, still dressed in their wedding clothes, the bride still in her beautiful, white dress. The way the guy was looking, I could just imagine how he was undressing the girls with his eyes.
We all had to show our ID, just to prove we were who we said, I guess, and then sign a release that repeated those rules and gave some very severe penalties for any violation, such as granting permission for a severe beating. Well, maybe not that, but we’d never see the inside again.
It made sense, these ‘dancers’ were normal girls with normal jobs and I’d guess they didn’t want a lot of people outside the club knowing what they did in their free time. YouTube videos were NOT on the agenda.
Once the guy was satisfied, he had all of us leave our cell phones, all bagged and put in a locker, Alan with the key in his pocket, then he gave Alan a numbered placard to put on our table so the waitresses would know who to charge drinks to, and told us to go on in.
I had to ask, “Is Anna here tonight?”
He smiled and nodded. ‘YES!’ I thought.
I probably wasn’t the first person who’s asked that question. She is the star of the club and would be of any club.
We went through the first of the two interlocked doors. Once the second door was opened, it was like stepping through a wormhole into a whole, ‘nother world, one you couldn’t even imagine from the outside appearance, even from the entrance lobby; loud music, dim lighting with several disco balls, and spotlights on the stage, a long bar, tables and seating for I don’t know how many hundreds ... and girls. These girls weren’t teeny-boppers either, they were mature-looking young ladies.
But away from here ... I remembered Anna telling us, back then, one girl was an accountant, another a nurse, they’d even had a doctor for a while. I’ve already mentioned that Anna is a defense attorney.
Knowing these ‘girls’ were women you might meet in a business meeting, wearing a modest pantsuit, maybe the nurse giving you an EKG in the emergency room, or the college librarian, her hair in a bun, sternly telling an unruly student to be quiet, only added to the appeal of the club.
In Anna’s case, when Janet took me and Elle to court that day, she’d been destroying a witness in divorce court wearing a demure, slightly above the knee, blue leather skirt and silky blouse with those pretty, floral designs, both just tight enough to hint at her curves underneath, both that she’d taken off on this stage a few hours later ... and the tiny red string-thong she’d had on underneath, hidden from all until revealed that night. I’d been there, seen it, both the questioning in court, and taking off later. Well, actually, I personally had done the taking-off of the red thong. THAT had been a thrill!
How had I remembered exactly what she’d been wearing that day? I guess when you see a woman like Anna, you remember those things.
At the courthouse, she’d been an ultra-beautiful, professional woman. Here, her long, gorgeous, blonde hair down out of the courthouse bun ... Brooklyn Decker, SI cover girl, would eat her heart out, wishing she had half the looks and sex appeal of Anna Jenkowski.
We were met just inside the door by a hostess wearing the tiniest micro-skirt and skimpy little top. I wondered where she might be tomorrow, a cashier at Walmart? Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and demure blouse taking an order at the corner cafe? Maybe even a junior executive at some major corporation. More likely, she’d be the CEO’s personal assistant or secretary. Her name tag said ‘Tara’, and Dani commented how she loved that name.
Three girls were dancing on the huge stage, two at poles, one on each side, and another girl center stage.
The girls at the poles were both wearing tiny thongs, the kind that I love when Dani relents to wearing one, only a few times though, on special occasions. Maybe tonight? She complains bitterly about the string up her ass though, how uncomfortable it is and ‘how and why do women wear these things?’ She phrases it like a question but it’s not, just a statement that some women are crazed.
It was New Year’s night and not busy, I guess the real partying had probably been last night. The hostess pulled together two tables for us right in front of the stage, and we all ordered a drink. I had to laugh at Dani and Jenny, rolling their eyes when someone mentioned alcohol, barely having gotten over their little bout from last night, which, by the way, they still hadn’t told Richard and me what had happened at that party. They both did order a glass of wine, and I ordered something stronger, a Singapore Sling, ‘sinkapore sink’, I called it after about the first half was gone.
The elephant in the room was the conversation that Dani, Jenny, Richard and I had way last March in the hot tub that Dani and Jenny had surprised us with. Dani and Jenny, their eyes wide when I told them about ‘Onna’ in my dream, the two of them saying that we WERE going to Tampa and find that club. The implication was more than just implied, that they both were getting on that stage!
Now, we are here, I thought, and I couldn’t have been more excited about ‘what next’.
Dani, even Jenny, taking their clothes off on a stage in front of people, the stuff dreams are made of. This time though, it would be real, not just a dream ... if it happened.
We sat, talking, drinking, watching and yelling, “Take it off, take it all off.”
It was more than enough to get a guy’s dick hard and keep it that way.
I was beginning to wonder about ‘Onna’, as we’d watched eight other girls on the stage, and then ... she stepped out, every bit as beautiful as I remembered, maybe even more so.
The place erupted with the announcer’s voice, “And now ... Annnaaa!” and she stepped through the curtain at the back of the stage, again carrying a wireless microphone. There are no words to describe this woman! Brooklyn Decker, eat your heart out!
“Good evening,” she said, drawing out her words in that super sexy, Swedish accent, “My name is Onna, and we are so proud you are sharing the new year with us...” She looked around, noticing our table, “And we even have a wedding party tonight, double welcome to you,” and I saw her eyes on me, inquisitively at first, then the recognition growing, then to Alan, “Welcome, Alan, I’m sure you all recognize the famous Alan Ryder, who brought our little town a Super Bowl win not so many years ago ... Your wedding?” she asked, and Alan stood, pulling his bride, a very blushing April, now Mrs. April Ryder, to her feet also.
“Your bride is beautiful,” she said, “welcome ... and congratulations to both of you.”
She changed the subject, and from the looks of it, it was to April’s relief as she sat back down. “Please give a round of applause to the beautiful Amber, on my left,” pointing toward the girl on one of the poles wearing nothing except the pink panties she was then pushing down. “If you happen to be traveling and stop at the right travel agency, she will be there to help you plan your trip. Someday, she plans to own her own agency, and Amy on the other pole, a wife and mom who operates her own licensed daycare.” She let out a giggle, “Amy really needs the stress relief of our little club. All our girls, including me, are here because we enjoy it, because it relieves the stress of our daily lives,” and another little giggle, “and because we get VERY turned on and our husbands or boyfriends, sometimes girlfriends, will fuck us silly when we get home,” then she added, “sometimes we don’t even make it home, check out the scratches on the hood of my husband’s car.”
‘The hood of her car,’ fuck, it brought back memories!
She set the microphone back in a stand at the edge of the stage where I hadn’t even noticed, the music began, and Anna began doing a little ‘dance’, toying with the buttons on her blouse.
I was sure that every guy in the building had a hard dick, like I did, anticipating, just waiting for that body to come into view. She was wearing a red and black, ruffled blouse and skin-tight blue jeans, maybe the only person on earth who wore those jeans even better than on Jenny’s dancer’s body, clothes you’d expect that any nice-looking woman might be wearing down the street, albeit not looking even remotely the same as on Onna.
If Mister Webster ever had a definition of ‘perfect woman’ in his dictionary, I’m sure it would include a photo of Onna.
She danced across the stage, still toying with the buttons, and stopped directly in front of us. “Excuse me, I believe your name is Daniella?” she directed straight at Dani, who was now in full blush mode, nodding.
“If anyone out there hasn’t seen Daniella’s movie, Second Chances, you MUST see it, it is inspirational, emotional, and so hot, SMOKING hot!”
I watched Dani with amusement, squirming in her seat, her face bright red with embarrassment.
“But now, I have a huge favor to ask of you, Miss Daniella...” and she hesitated, looking down at herself and playing with her buttons a bit more, “these seem to be sticking, I can’t seem to get them undone, may I borrow your husband to help me out with them?”
And my mouth dropped open, the full-on blush suddenly mine.
Dani giggled, her face returning to normal, I guess having transferred the red to mine, “Miss Onna, you may do whatever you wish with him,” she said, “as long as you return him when you’re done.”
I sat in my chair, dumbfounded, while Anna stepped down the couple steps from the stage in her high heels and took my hand, “Come,” she said, like a little puppy, kind of how I felt. She tugged one more time, and I stood, following her back up the steps.
“I would be remiss if I didn’t mention how this man had an accident and was in a coma for four months. His wife, Daniella, sat by his bedside the entire months, with no idea if he’d ever recover until he suddenly woke up one day. That, my friends, is true love.”
“But now,” she was looking at me, “he is mine for the next few minutes,” looking down at her blouse, “would you please be so kind?”
Fuck, my fingers were shaking! I reached up to a button, just touching it and Anna stopped me, “No, no, go behind, reach around so people can see,” and then whispered to me so that others wouldn’t hear, “but be very careful, do not touch my titties ... it is forbidden.”
So, I stood behind her, reaching my two arms around this sexy woman with a scent like heaven must be, opened two buttons, and she pressed her body back tightly against me, “Ooh, there is something very hard pressing against me, I wonder whatever it might be?” and she reached around, wrapping her dainty fingers around my slacks-enclosed dick. “Ooh, I think I have found it, whatever it is,” she said, and I nearly collapsed.
She picked up her microphone again while my shaky fingers were unbuttoning, “This man, while he was in his coma, said that he dreamed about our club, even me, with everything exactly as it is, even though he’d never been in Tampa before.”
Talk about embarrassing!
I did manage to undo the rest of the buttons on her frilly blouse, and pulled it off her shoulders, revealing the sheer little bra she had on underneath it.
She wiggled her arms a little, and her blouse fell to the floor. “Now, the bra,” she told me, and I fiddled, looking for the clasp on her back, “No, it is in front,” she told me, “but remember, you cannot touch my little titties, it is forbidden.”
‘Little’ titties? I wouldn’t say she had ‘big’ tits, but they fit her petite body perfectly, maybe a little bigger than Jenny, smaller than Dani, but they were perfect. God! I reached around, feeling her soft skin, and I think my dick doubled in size in the span of about a nanosecond. I found the clasp, buried in the cleavage of those ‘little’ titties, undid it, and she let the bra fall open, shrugging the straps off her shoulders, my fingers ‘accidentally’ rubbing against her pink nipples.
“This is so much fun,” she said, taking my two hands in hers and placing them firmly over her now naked tits, “Remember, it is forbidden,” she said, pressing my hands onto her.
I closed my eyes, enjoying, imagining what Dani might be thinking, her husband groping this ‘perfect’ woman, unbelievably forty-fucking-seven years old! She’d told us when I was here with Elle and Janet many moons ago.
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