Her First Time Ch. 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

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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.

ooOoo

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.

Our friend was fucking my wife... hard! He grasped her hair, pulling her head back, slamming inside her. This was Richard, gentle Richard, the pediatrician?

"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 with Richard pulling her hair like he was, her mouth was in the perfect position to be fucked... and I felt every one of Richard's thrusts and the vibrations of Dani's moans, and in no time her lips were on my groin, my dick in her throat 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.

ooOoo

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.

I opened it, carefully ripping the paper to shreds, and it was just a cardboard box taped closed. I wasn't even able to imagine what Dani might have gotten. Mom brought a knife, and I cut the box open, expectantly pulling out the wadded paper. Another box, wrapped just as carefully, minus the bow.

I opened four boxes before getting to what had to be the last, about three inches square and an inch deep. "If there's another box in here, I'll..." I told Dani, no idea what I'd do except open another one. Everyone was laughing with every box I opened.

That last box contained a silver and black key fob. "Your real present was a little too big to wrap, it's in the barn," Dani told me, so the nine of us put on our jackets and trooped out to the barn, my heart pounding, now knowing what was out there and why the kids wouldn't let me help with their tent.

I stood there, barely inside the door, gawking, inside was a shiny new, green and silver Ram 1500 Limited pickup. "Hope you weren't just kidding about what you wanted..."

I couldn't even speak, just walked around the thing in a trance, cream-colored leather upholstery... "Jon helped me pick it out, we both thought you'd like the color."

"Uhh, yeah," I mumbled, still hardly able to speak. I opened the door and the power running boards lowered. I climbed in, it was like sitting in Richard's Mercedes, so plush, not exactly like the old pickups from when Dani and I were kids.

I pressed the start button and heard or felt virtually nothing, just saw the tachometer show that the engine was running, then realized we were still inside the barn so shut it off. The computer monitor on the dash looked more like my seventeen-inch laptop screen.

I climbed out and kissed Dani, the kind of kiss one doesn't normally do in front of eight other people, but I didn't give a damn about that, they could turn away if they wanted.

"Thank you, I LOVE it," I told Dani when I'd recovered a little breath from the kiss.

Somehow, the ankle bracelet I'd bought Dani seemed a little... little. She seemed to love it though, when she'd opened it, diamond, gold and emerald to match the jewelry I'd bought for her birthday. Funny, the sales girl when I ordered it, asked me if I knew what it signified. "It matches the others," was what I told her. She laughed, and I must have looked exactly like I felt, no idea what she was talking about or laughing about. I still didn't.

She told me to never mind, that it wasn't important, "But be sure to tell her to wear it on her left ankle."

Then the expression on both Tammy's and Jodi's faces when Dani put it on, like there was some inside joke that neither Dani or I had any idea of.

Dani loved it though, she thought it was beautiful, emerald, and diamonds in a heart shape, gold chain, matching the others, and it looked so sexy on her ankle. Still, it was pretty piddling compared to a new pickup.

Christmas dinner was stupendous. My dad had a prime rib he cooked on his portable pellet grill, there were salads, baked potatoes, carrots, and four pies. The only thing was that we needed a bigger table. I decided then and there that Mark's walnut dining set would be a much better fit in this house than ours, and now I had a way to haul it, if I could figure out how without scratching the pickup bed, lol. Maybe without scratching the table or chairs would be a more appropriate concern, I thought as I chuckled.

After dinner was my first opportunity to take the pickup for a drive, unfuckingbelievable! Maybe not up to Mark's Jaguar standards, but close enough to not be able to tell much difference, except so much bigger. Plus, that 'baby diesel' was getting twenty-eight miles per gallon.

It was after the drive that I parked the pickup back in the barn, didn't want it to get sunspots on the paint, ya know. Jon and Dani went in the house with our parents, leaving me, Jodi and Tammy in the barn. They motioned me to join them in their tent for a few minutes, so we sat in the camp chairs inside with the electric heater full on, "Dad, I love the anklet you got Mom, but I'm guessing you don't know what it signifies, do you?" Jodi asked.

There was that question again, 'what it signifies'. "Well, I'm even more curious now, the girl at the jewelry store mentioned something but wouldn't explain, just told me to be sure and have her wear it on her left ankle."

The girls giggled, both rolling their eyes, "Dad, when a woman wears an anklet on her left ankle it means she's a... hotwife."

"Well, what's wrong with that, your mom's a wife and she's definitely hot, so...?"

Snickers, that's what I got, leaving me more confused than ever. "Dad, it's a hotwife, one word, not hot wife," intentionally exaggerating the two words, "like you're thinking of Mom. A hotwife is a married woman who sleeps with other men with her husband's permission."

Well, I guess the first question that went through my mind was, 'And my daughter knows this, how?' Dani and I had practically been living it the last couple months and we'd never heard the term. How the hell did Jodi and Tammy know it, and how would they know what the bracelet meant? Secondly, Dani kinda, sorta does qualify, except I didn't think that the girls knew about it, we've tried to be discrete around the kids.

"I... wow... That's what that sales girl wouldn't tell me? What about the right ankle, same thing?"

"Right ankle, it's just a piece of pretty jewelry, maybe you should suggest she wear it that way instead of her left."

Actually, I liked the left ankle thing, not that I was going to tell Jodi and Tammy that.

ooOoo

We flew to Tampa, the four of us, Dani and me, Jenny and Richard. I'd suggested driving the new truck, how much fun it'd be to take a long road trip with it, but it was the end of December. While we were sitting in the living room talking about it, I checked the weather along the route we'd take, an ice storm was forecast in Wyoming, all the way through Kansas, not exactly ideal cross-country driving conditions. It was disappointing but reality had its place, we were NOT driving. Besides, the store was always especially busy the week after Christmas, so it was for the better that I not be gone all week.

We made the trip on Wednesday, the thirtieth. Alan and April's wedding rehearsal was to be on New Year's Eve, then an after party for the men and another for the women in the wedding party. That's all we knew, nothing about the parties.

But that was the next day, Wednesday when we arrived, the four of us were tired, we'd made a single-room reservation, two queen beds, at the Marriott, the hotel where Dani and I had stayed on the occasions we were in Tampa.

They have two-bedroom suites but we opted for the one room, two bed thing, I'm guessing you probably know why.

We had dinner in the Marriott's restaurant, not exactly Ryder's Bar and Grill (no fried ice cream) but passable. Admittedly, their rib steaks were pretty good.

After dinner, up in our room overlooking the Hillsborough River, Jenny asked Dani, "You too tired?" I had no clue what she was talking about but knowing Dani and Jenny, was eager to find out. After all, we did have one room, two beds.

Dani smiled at her, "Never," she answered, the two of them rummaging in their suitcases, each pulling out a small bag and disappearing in the bathroom. Apparently, whatever it was had been preplanned. Richard turned on the TV and we settled back for what we both knew would be a long wait.

Dani and I were in Tampa with Jenny and Richard, and I couldn't help but remember a conversation in our new hot tub months ago, I'd told them about Anna, 'Onna', in her Swedish accent. I'd actually met her when I was here with Elle, my short-time girlfriend, while Dani was off in Montana filming her movie. 'Onna' was exactly as I'd met her in my coma, beautiful, long golden-blonde hair, the most beautiful woman I'd ever met, a part-time, amateur stripper at a very exclusive strip club where every one of the performers is an amateur with a real job, there just for the excitement of stripping.

What I hadn't known then was that in her real, daytime life, Anna was a defense attorney with a nearly perfect win record. She enjoys 'unwinding' by occasionally taking her clothes off in front of a crowd, ALL of her clothes. Also, enticing others, like Dani in my dream and Elle for real, to take theirs off as well.

Anyway, what I started to say when I got off on a tangent was that Dani and Jenny went all wowzi when I told them about Anna and the strip club. They both wanted to go there and take part in the action, and I was hoping to hell and back that it would happen at some point on this trip. God, my dick was solid steel just thinking about it, envisioning Dani and Jenny on that stage, maybe even with 'Onna'.

I was surprised, our girls were only gone a few minutes until the bathroom door opened, and they popped back in the room, both naked except for a VERY skimpy thong, Dani's tits bouncing when she walked, and Jenny's smaller ones holding firm as she glided across the floor. Perhaps I've mentioned once or twice before, Jenny's career was as a professional dancer and she doesn't just walk, she glides, like there's no such thing as gravity, her feet not even touching the floor. Sexy as fucking hell, especially when she's wearing nothing except that thong.

Jenny began to explain, "Okay boys, here's what's happening, Dani's holding two brand new, unopened toothbrushes. One's hers and one's mine. You guys decide who's going to pick a toothbrush and that's who's going to fuck you."

Hearing Jenny using the 'F' word was just mind-blowing, something I'll never get used to.

"So, who picks?" she asked again after several seconds of Richard and me just staring at two nearly naked, sexy women.

I whispered in Richard's ear, and he finally said, "The red one." I think it's Jenny's favorite color, except she'd know that he knew, so...

Our wives smiled, "Time for you boys to get yourselves naked," Dani told us, "pick your beds, we'll be right back," and they disappeared back in the bathroom.

I whipped off my clothes and laid down on the bed closest to the window, Richard on the other, both our dicks hard and pointing straight up. It was only a matter of seconds before they were back, this time holding a black blindfold and two fuzzy handcuffs each.

Dani straddled my chest and secured one hand to the corner of the bed, the other to the opposite corner, Jenny doing the same to her husband, "For your own good," she told me, "I know you'd get handsy with boobs, probably mouthy too, and it'd be a for-sure giveaway."

She was right, we would and it would, Dani's tits are much more generous than Jenny's smaller ones, not that I thought they could hide other obvious differences anyway. I sure wasn't going to spoil the fun though. Also, just as a backup, I memorized Dani's perfume, different than what Jenny had worn during the day. Then she put the blindfold over my eyes and the world went completely dark.

She leaned over me, "One last kiss from you-know-who," and I felt her lips on mine, her tongue probing, and I opened my lips to welcome her. It had been a long day of travel and now Dani...

She pulled away just as the kiss was getting good, very good, and climbed off of me onto the floor, leaving me alone, my dick screaming for attention, my arms instinctively pulling at their restraints, writhing to get free.

I had a pretty good idea what was coming, just not when... or who, or is it 'whom'? Those are two words that leave me totally flummoxed, and what a stupid time to worry about 'who' or 'whom'.

A few minutes later (when you're horny, naked, blindfolded, and tied to the bed, time has a whole different perspective), "We're going out, boys, be back a little later... maybe," and I heard the door open and close.

What the fuck?

"Rich, you there?"

"Yeah, was just about to ask you."

"You know anything, what's going on?"

"Same as you, Buddy."

Had our wives gone out of the room wearing nothing except those thongs? No fucking way, but what a hot thought.

Rich and I laid there in the dark, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed, struggling, pulling at the handcuffs, and I couldn't help but think about Stephen King's book and movie, 'Gerald's Game', the woman struggling to free herself from her handcuffs in a remote mountain cabin after her husband suddenly died during their sex games.

Maybe we weren't in quite that dire of a situation but you won't convince a horny, irrational man of that. When the door creaked open again, and we heard giggling girls, it was a huge relief, our lives had been spared. It probably hadn't been much longer than a couple minutes.

And then I felt warm lips on one of my nipples, then an ice cube pressed to it, the warm, sexy lips and ice trading back and forth until it was just the lips. Not a word, nor hint whose lips they might be, except the same perfume as Dani had been wearing earlier.

I let out a little groan in enjoyment of her ministrations and felt her lips and tongue moving lower on my body. Her mouth stopped, the tongue tickling my navel for just a few seconds, and then moved further down. Every muscle in my body was tensed, anticipating... and there it was, her tongue, her lips on the head of my cock, tongue swirling, lips sucking. I couldn't have been harder, God it felt good.

Fuck, and I seriously had no idea, Dani or Jenny.

She climbed on the bed, straddling my legs, scooting up... and I heard Richard moaning on the other bed. Was he moaning to my wife? Or his? Did he know?

A moment later it was me moaning, her pussy sliding down my dick, enveloping me in her wet, slippery heat, not a sound, not from either girl. She was sliding up and down, her hands on my chest, and I could visualize either Dani or Jenny biting their lip, trying to keep their moans inside, and damned well succeeding.

I still had no fuckin' clue. My guess was that it was Jenny fucking me, she felt different than Dani, but I also knew that if it was Dani, she'd be trying to make herself feel different, as would Jenny.

Either way, it wasn't long, the not knowing, and I wasn't able to hold back, pulling at my arms, my hips bucking, she pressing herself down on me. Her muscles clenched, both our bodies shuddering, and I knew, for certain. It was Dani fucking me... or Jenny, certainly one of the two, no fucking doubt.

I was panting afterward, so was she when she climbed off of me, and it was several more minutes before Dani, and I was sure it was Dani because she pulled off the blindfold with that sexy, slutty grin on her face. I looked over at Jenny just having taken the blindfold off her husband.

"So, which?" I asked of whichever one might answer.

"You'll never know, not unless one of us gets pregnant," Dani told me.

Yeah, right, Dani had had a tubal ligation twenty-one years ago after Jodi was born. Rich and Jen had never been able to have kids. It used to be a serious issue with them but not for the last many, many years, besides Jenny had turned fifty on Halloween, and Dani just a couple weeks ago, not much chance of pregnancy, as in none, zero.

Dani's perfume was the same as my 'whoever' lover had been wearing. Of course, Jenny was wearing the same perfume, so...

Dani clicked the handcuffs free then snuggled in with me, both of us still naked, and morning came, New Year's Eve, wedding rehearsal day.