After The Reunion, Ch 18 free porn video

Sunday, October 8, 2028

My mouth dropped open, “You… you… WHAT?” This… This was not a conversation I expected! My wife had just told me she wanted to invite Samuel for dinner Friday, this Friday!

“Here? At our house?”

She chewed on her lower lip, something she does a lot when she’s really nervous. She nodded, “Uhuh,” then went on, talking kind of fast, something else she does sometimes, “I don’t know if he could… or even would; Lily, too, I want Lily to come.”

Thankfully, after breakfast, the kids had made a beeline for the Candyland game.

“But, but, why? I thought you were through with Sacramento?”

“I am. Well, at least mostly; with Jonah I am, but Samuel’s different than him. I, I’d like to be friends, maybe you, too…” She was watching me, hopeful. Friends? With Samuel? I didn’t know if I could. I’d seen and heard what he’d done with Addie. Of course, Tanner, too. I was friends with him and if there was anyone I should be jealous of, it would be Tanner. But Samuel? I didn’t know.

“Please!” Addie was looking at me with those now quivering lips, like she was a little girl begging for a puppy.

“This Friday? Right before your date with Nick? And where would he stay, here?” I assumed so. I assumed Addie wanted to spend the night with him.

She frowned a little, thinking, “Maybe the next Friday? And in a hotel, I imagine?”

I almost asked her, but I didn’t – would she be spending that night in the hotel with him?

She probably saw the question in my eyes, “He’d have Lily with him,” then she threw in, “trust me, honey, please.”

Addie was almost holding her breath, waiting for me to answer. “Okay, week from Friday.”

A huge grin broke out on her face and she threw her arms around me, kissing me hard. “Thank you, thank you, hon! You know how much I love you, don’t you?”

“Guess I have a phone call to make,” she said and wandered off into our bedroom… where I couldn’t hear her.

I had a lot to think about. Samuel? Here? And Addie didn’t play fair, said to ‘trust her’. Well, I do, but. But what? Either I do or I don’t. I don’t know what she has planned. She’s never tried to embarrass me, and I have no reason to think she would. And the way she’s described Samuel, he doesn’t seem like a bad guy. And he’ll have his daughter with him. I guess I’ll let it play out and see what happens.

Several minutes later, Addie came back into the living room, beaming. “All set,” she said, a week from Friday, he’s going to get an airline ticket and rent a car.”

After that, Addie was feeling very pleased with herself. She and I wandered out into the back yard. The pool and deck are done. Still no water in it, we probably won’t fill it until next spring. It’s gorgeous, decorative designs all through the deck, blue-green masonry in the pool. The contractor had started on the pool barrier; four feet high, to keep the kids out of the pool when we’re not out with them. Neither Addie or I had ever imagined having anything like what was taking shape in our back yard until Tanner had come into our lives. The next project: Building the waterfall and stream meandering through the yard; trees, then lawn.

I wondered what he’d design for the front yard?

We sat in lawn chairs on the new pool deck admiring the new pool. I’m not sure what Addie was thinking about, but I was envisioning Addie in her bikini (or maybe without?) stroking through the water. Then my mind wandered to next weekend, Addie with her date; wondering what she’d wear, wondering how far she’d go with him.

“You want to go for a drive?” Addie interrupted my daydreaming, “you haven’t had a chance to drive the new car yet… let’s call our parents, see if they’re up to a visit.”

We haven’t seen either of our parents since they got home from the coast last Monday. And I did want to try out the van. “Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

Addie called her mom and asked her about meeting us at Markle’s Grill and Steakhouse at three. We haven’t actually gone out to dinner with them for what seemed like forever. Then she called my mom as well, asking her the same thing.

Addie told the kids that we were leaving in about an hour to see their grandparents and they both ran for the front door. Addie and I both laughed and I asked them, “You do know how long ‘an hour’ is, don’t you?” They’re a little like Zuse and Rascal; when we tell them they get to go for a ride, they go completely wild jumping up and down, running in circles and making excited doggy noises at the front door. At least Katie and Kevin weren’t making the doggy noises.

The car is a dream come true! I’ve never ridden in or driven anything like it, even T&T’s Tesla. On top of all the technology built in (the thing drives itself – literally), those soft leather seats are just plain incredible! It almost made me feel guilty for dickering poor Hank down so much. Almost, not quite.

The four of us met Mom and Dad and Addie’s parents at Markle’s. They were already there, waiting for us. This was the first time that the eight of us had gone out to dinner for, I don’t even know how long. Something that had never even crossed my mind before Addie and I with T&T, then that coast trip the four of them went on, was ‘is there anything romantic between them?’

All through dinner I watched to see if I could detect anything. Dad’s eyes were directed at Laura (Addie’s mom) a bit more than they should have been (maybe quite a bit more?). My imagination? Probably, but still… I could see why, Laura’s gorgeous, just like her daughter, just a bit more mature (I don’t think I have to worry about Addie turning into an old hag any time soon if genetics have anything to do with it). Of course, Mom ain’t no slouch, either, but I didn’t see any other wayward eyes than Dad’s. Maybe he just has the hots for her. Maybe Russ (Addie’s dad) is just a little more subtle in his lady-watching than Dad.

After dinner, which was outstanding, even the kids’ hamburgers, Russ invited us all to their house to look at their coast pictures. It instantly brought to my mind the pictures on Addie’s laptop that I wished I could show. Don’t think it would be a good idea, though. Of course, going back to my ‘wonderings’ about their coast trip, I might be surprised.

When we got to the house, Russ got out a truck and tractor for Kevin and the dollhouse for Katie. That’s one reason the kids love going to Grandma Laura & Grandpa Russ’s house. They have toys.

Then Russ hooked his laptop up to the TV and started scrolling through the pictures. The Oregon coast is absolutely stunning in September and October, the best time of year. It’s sunny and warmer than mid-summer, with clear blue skies. And big waves crashing on the bluffs and beach. The prettiest they had was of Oswald West State Park, a secluded beach, about a half-mile walk down a steep, windy trail, with tide pools, especially at low tide, big bluffs with a waterfall pouring off it and a long sandy beach.

No whales, though. Usually, there are whales just off the coastline, but they weren’t lucky enough to see any. No bikinis, either. Mom and Laura wore shorts, no bikini. The best ‘glamour’ pictures were at Oswald West, with them sitting on the boulders amongst the tide pools, faces glowing and feet in the warm tide pool.

Both Mom and Laura told Russ to hurry past those, they were embarrassed. Then we heard the kids laughing and watched them for a little bit. They’d switched and Katie was pushing the truck, going, “Nnngg, nnngg,” trying to make a motor sound, and Kevin was putting dolls in the little kitchen. Kids!

Russ had some pictures out their hotel room, the Shiloh in Seaside. They apparently stayed in a single room with two queen beds. More food for thought! Their room looked straight out on the ocean with a little deck and his sunset pictures out their room were incredible. I could almost smell the ocean wafting through the room.

The kids were asleep before we crossed the bridge across the Snake River into Idaho. As soon as I was sure they were asleep, I asked Addie, “You ever wonder about our parents?”

She looked at me with that quizzical expression she gets on her face when she has no clue what the hell I’m talking about. “Wonder… what…?”

I looked in the little TV screen on the dashboard. There’s a camera showing the back seat. Both kids were sound asleep, their mouths gaping open.

I know damn well she knew what I was talking about, but she was going to make me spell it out, “You know… like us… with Tanner and Tanya?”

She looked at me and laughed, “I guess that means you noticed your dad watching my mom?”

“Well, it was kinda hard not to notice. I didn’t see your dad or my mom acting jealous, either, like it didn’t surprise them. If anything, I thought they might have been flirting a little. And the single hotel room… and you know, they’d be surprised if they knew about Tanner and Tanya. If we… what’s different about them?” Addie’s upcoming date crossed my mind as well.

She was silent for a bit, then started laughing, “Our parents! Who would have guessed?”

Granted, so far, the evidence was pretty thin. But people had probably been convicted on less. “Should we tell them about us?” I asked her.

She shuddered, “Oh God no! I couldn’t do that.” She thought a minute, “Maybe we could ask them, though… if we can think of a way to do it.”

Now it was my turn to laugh, “And how would we do that? Oh, Dad, we were just wondering, you…” and I checked the back seat one more time, whispering “screwing Laura?”

Addie scrunched up her nose, “Maybe not exactly like that…”

“Maybe not at all,” I interrupted her, “like it’s not really any of our business, ya know.”

“Good plan,” she laughed, “that’s exactly how we’ll do it.”

“Maybe,” Addie mused, “sometime we should introduce our newest friends to our parents. Just to see what happens.”

I laughed, thinking about that. It would certainly be fun!

When we pulled into our driveway, I commented to Addie, “You do realize, don’t you, that I never had to touch the steering wheel, not a single time, either direction.”

We carried kids in the house and tucked them in bed. Then Addie and I climbed in bed. Twice on successive nights had become pretty frequent the last few months, except for that forty-six-day spell of hell. This was one more time. Twice, too; once when we went to bed and again in the morning! I will be forever grateful to Jonah for those Ben-Wa balls.

At four-fifteen, Monday, UPS delivered another package from Jonah. This time, a much bigger one. I about went out of my mind wondering but put it on Addie’s side of the bed, unopened. Naturally, Monday is Addie’s late-getting-home night with volleyball practice and the kids and I had Livvy to watch.

When Addie and Nicki got there and after Nicki and Livvy left, I couldn’t wait for Addie to open the box. She, however, had other ideas. When she saw it, she set it on her makeup desk and said she was too tired, that she’d open it tomorrow. Arghhh! I knew that there was a game tomorrow and she’d probably put it off again. About the only thing she said before she went to bed and was asleep was, “This time we are READY!” I guess that meant they’d addressed the mistakes from Saturday.

I was right, too! When she got home Tuesday after the game, she was pumped… and exhausted. They’d won the first game 25-8 and the second 25-13. It wasn’t the strongest team, but all the teams were pretty good, so she was pleased with their progress. “We need to all work on endurance, though. I’m tired!”

She looked at the box, still on her makeup table and frowned, “Tomorrow?” she asked.

I won’t even say I was disappointed. I was, but not surprised. She’d just sat on the edge of the bed when her phone rang. I say ‘rang’, but actually it just announced, “Tanya calling,” in Addie’s sexy voice.

She pushed the phone button and put it to her ear, “Hi Tawns,” and listened, her eyes getting bigger.

“Oh my God, Tawns! Are you serious?” she practically screeched. I wished to hell that I could hear the other end of the call.

“When? How?” not exactly giving me any clues about what she was so excited about.

She was listening and got up to go in the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Crap! I didn’t think it was intentional to hide anything, just her habit whenever she uses the bathroom. All I could hear was her muffled, excited voice, though. None of it was making any sense.

When she came out of the bathroom, she was still chattering excitedly with Tanya. When she finally hung up, she beamed at me. “You know that today was the day the Playboy photographer was going to be there?”

“Yeah, I remember,” I told her. “I guess it went okay then?”

She giggled, “A little different than Tawns expected.” She went on, “It was a guy photographer, not that that matters so much. He took a few pictures, had her put on some lingerie, then took a few more… and then told her that instead of the ‘professional woman’ series, they wanted her for the Playmate of the Month…”

My jaw dropped open, “Are you serious?” Seems Addie had asked that exact question.

She nodded, “Uhuh, the centerfold, and probably ten pages of article and pictures! Of just her! And her own section on their website.”

Holy crap! No wonder Addie was excited on the phone. “And the contract is for thirty-five thousand dollars!”

Holy crap all over again! “When? When’s this going to happen?” I asked her.

“She said they want to start the photoshoot next week. She’ll be going to the Playboy Mansion in Beverly Hills, too.”

“Tanner?” I asked her, “him, too?”

She scrunched her face, “I was so excited, I didn’t even think to ask. And I’m not sure if she said ‘I’ or ‘we’.”

At least with the excitement, Addie got over her tiredness. Unfortunately, we both completely forgot about the box from Jonah. When she came to bed, naked, I might add, she mentioned one more little thing, “She also said that you’ll get five-thousand dollars just for referring her.”

That did it. I broke out laughing. Five-thousand dollars for what was no more than a silly prank! And Tanya, my girlfriend, the centerfold. In Playboy!

The next day, Addie and I were still incredulous at Tanya. I tried to do a little research on Playboy. Unfortunately, their site is almost exclusively subscription and I didn’t want to pay the fee, so couldn’t access much of anything.

I did find interesting information on Google, though. From what I could find, Tawns, at thirty-two, will probably be the oldest centerfold they have ever had. All that I looked at, randomly clicking, were in their mid-twenties. None were married, either.

Undoubtedly, a huge part of Tanya’s appeal is her unique, beautiful ‘Bo Derek’ face, (well, unique except for the real Bo Derek). Her perfect bod doesn’t hurt, either! The thought crossed my mind that those pictures Robert took could eventually turn out to be worth a fortune if he wanted to illicitly sell them. He seemed honest, though; I don’t think he would.

There were other things going on that day. One of Susan’s assistants in Ontario quit. The girl’s getting married and moving to be with her new husband. How inconsiderate! So Addie had to go to Ontario to help Susan interview for new help.

Susan is Addie’s oldest manager; fifty-eight and a little pudgy. She’s a little scatter-brained, but in a lovable, not incompetent way. Her customers love her and so do Addie and I. She was both happy and sad that Carolyn quit. Carolyn had only been there a little over a year but had a following of customers that always asked for her. I know that both Addie and Susan were hoping to find someone just like her.

I amused myself all day by going over inventories and ordering new stock for the four stores. It seemed like every month we had to order a new supply of the Rhythm Clocks. We have them in all four stores now and people love them. So do Addie and I! They’re a cash-cow.

Addie was happy when she got home that night. They had found someone, another single mom with two kids, one in high school and one in junior high. “Her name’s Sheila. Some-day manager material if we ever open another store,” Addie said. “She’s a little over-qualified for what Susan needs, but she needs a job and seems like she’ll fit.”

That night, after the kids went to bed, Addie finally got around to opening the box. But so damned slow! She found a pair of scissors in her makeup drawer and cut the tape holding the top closed, teasing me with her slowness, like she knew it was driving me crazy. Of course, my, “Hurry up, honey,” every few seconds might have tipped her off.

The flaps on top finally popped open and I started to get up off the bed to see what it was. The instant I did, she pushed them back closed and told me, “Sit!” like she was getting after one of the dogs. I sat.

She opened the flap back up and the first thing she pulled out was a little black garment. She held it in front of her like she was modeling it. It was short, barely going from her boobs to above her belly-button, about where Jonah had put his finger on her tummy and said, “It’ll reach about to here inside you.”

I recognized it and my cock was instantly hard. “That’s all you wore that night, isn’t it?”

“Well, not all,” she grinned, reaching back inside the box, “there was this, too,” showing me a tiny, torn pair of black panties.

I groaned, remembering watching my wife wearing those two things into a room full of horny men (and women). “You gonna model for me?”

She giggled, “Well, this might need a little repair,” showing me the broken string where Jonah had torn the panties off her. It was hard for me to believe that night had only been two and a half weeks earlier. She pulled some shoes from the box, then a needle and thread out of her drawer, a couple of her makeup items and disappeared into the bathroom, saying she’d be back shortly.

I’m not sure exactly what ‘shortly’ means in Adriana lexicon, but one thing it doesn’t mean is ‘shortly’, ‘soon’ or anything even remotely close. It’s an entirely open-ended time period that can be from a couple minutes (yeah, right!) to a couple hours. I lay on the bed waiting, occasionally glancing at my watch every minute or so. I was tempted to turn on the TV but didn’t want the distraction when she did return. And I knew she eventually would because there’s only one door in and out of the bathroom. What I really wanted to do was look inside that box, see what else, if anything, might be in it.

After forty-two minutes, the door opened and my wife slinked across the floor, her hips swaying side to side; at least, I thought it was my wife. I wasn’t sure how this ‘other woman’ sneaked into the bathroom. She was dressed in the little black ‘thing’, barely covering her boobs and leaving her midriff completely exposed; along with a tiny, totally sheer black panty, black fishnet stockings, and high heels. Her lips were covered with red lipstick, black hair brushed out over her shoulders, and God, she was sultry-looking. All the blood in my body was flowing to a single body part!

“That’s what you wore… that night?” I was trying to cover up my drooling. I thought her little baby-bump made her even sexier.

“It is… at least for a little while. You like?” She didn’t even sound like my wife. More like some enchantress.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from her, imagining what it would have been like in that club that night; Addie walking into the building looking like she does now, every set of eyes devouring her.

She walked back to the box on her desk, “What else do you suppose Jonah put in here?” She looked at me, “Did you peek?”

I shook my head no, thankful that I had resisted. She pulled out a fur-lined pair of handcuffs, then another, and two more; then a black blindfold, and a harness contraption; apparently, the one he’d suspended her with on that hook. The last thing was a note. She read it to me, “Shanice, you were a lot of fun. Maybe again, sometime? Have some fun with your husband.” Then she handed me a 3x5 card with the only thing written on it, 2QJ35WX. I was pretty sure I knew what that was. Later.

Addie put her arms over my shoulders, leaning forward right in front of me so that her ‘garment’ gaped open at the top, letting me look down on her bare tits, “Wanna play?” she asked, “I’m horny.”

Uhh, yeah! I grabbed around her waist, turned us around, plopping her down on the bed and snapped one of the handcuffs on her wrist, the other end on the corner of the bed around the vertical oak rail on the headboard, then her other wrist the same.

Addie pulled at the handcuffs, but not with the intention of getting loose, just being playful; not that she could have gotten loose, even if she had wanted to. Other than being fur-lined for comfort, they looked and felt like real steel and locked like real handcuffs would.

Then I did the same with her ankles, pulling her legs apart across the bed, clicking the cuffs to the corners of the footboard.

Addie and I hadn’t ever played like this before. I was having fun wondering what I was going to do with her next now that she couldn’t move. Unfortunately, I had a thought, “Love, did you happen to see any keys in that box?”

She pulled, not hardly being able to bend her knees, even. “Oh God, NO… I don’t know. Go look!”

I stepped over to her desk and there, in the bottom of the box, were two sets of keys. “No, there aren’t any, what now?” I asked her, with real concern in my voice.

She pulled harder, this time actually trying to get her wrists out, but I’d locked them down fairly tight, tight enough that she couldn’t get out. “I guess I can call John, see if he can come over,” I told her. John’s the locksmith who changed the locks in Addie’s stores when she opened them.

I found my phone and dialed his number, then pretended to hit send.

“Hi, John… yeah, I know it’s kind of late… umm, we have kind of a little emergency here.” Addie started to say something. I held my palm up and listened intently to the silence on the phone.

“Well, when do you think you could make it?”

“Sure, can you hang on for just a second?”

“What, hon? He can’t come tonight. What did you want to say?” She shrugged, getting a disgusted look on her face and muttering something about not wanting anyone to see her like she was.

“Okay, soon as you can would be great… Adriana’s kind of… in a rather embarrassing situation right now.”

I laughed at what John didn’t say, because John wasn’t on the phone. But Addie didn’t know that. “Thanks, John, if you can get here any sooner, please let us know. We’ll be here.”

I hung up and sighed, “He’s out of town right now. He said he’ll be back probably by noon tomorrow and head right over.” Addie responded by groaning and trying again to jerk her arms and legs loose. I tried to keep a serious look on my face.

“Jonah, you bastard! You did this on purpose!” Addie shrieked, expressing her frustration at no one in particular. Apparently, she thought that Jonah sent the cuffs with no keys, hoping that exactly this would happen. I’m going to be in so much trouble!

I picked up the blindfold she’d found earlier. “Long as we’re here, we can still have some fun, can’t we?” I tied it around her head, covering her eyes, then ran my hands up and down her bare hips and waist, pushing the thing she was wearing (I don’t know what the hell to call it! It’s not nightgown, not ‘underwear’, all I know for sure is that it’s fuckin’ hot!) up over her tits and leaned down sucking one in my mouth and pinching the other between my thumb and forefinger.

Addie groaned, thrusting her chest out as much as she could. My hand, the one pinching her nipple, snuck its way down her tummy to over her panties. “You’re soaked,” I observed, then rolled her nipple between my lips and reached underneath her panties, rubbing just barely inside her pussy lips.

“Were you this wet that night with Jonah’s fingers inside you?”

Addie’s hips were gyrating back and forth, trying to draw my fingers deeper inside her, “Uhuh,” she groaned.

I left her tit and kissed down her tummy, tickling her belly-button with my tongue, then lower to the edge of her panties. “Mmm, you smell so nice,” I told her, “I think you need a pillow.”

Addie was groaning and humping the air with her hips while I retrieved a pillow from the top of the bed. “You want one under your head?” I asked her, “you might be here a while.”

“Yes please,” she moaned, “and then fuck me, hon, I’m so turned on!”

I helped her lift her head and put her soft, feather-pillow underneath it so she’d be comfortable, then started to push my pillow under her butt, a nice thick memory-foam one. She had to struggle to lift herself up off the bed, but between her lifting herself and me pulling the pillow underneath her, we managed. Her cunt was so much more exposed that way.

I crawled between her legs and resumed licking and kissing her tender skin. “You know I can’t get your panties off now, don’t you… and I don’t want to tear them again,” not after the work she did sewing them back together. Besides, they were just so sexy how they barely covered her pussy lips with the thin, satiny material. I thought again how she would have looked walking into that club with nothing on except those panties and that skimpy lingerie thing. Oh, and the fishnet stockings and heels she still had on.

I pulled the panty aside with my fingers and nuzzled my mouth over her wet cunt, getting another loud groan from her. Mmm, she tasted so good, I couldn’t stop my tongue from reaching in between her lips and licking and feeling her hard, little clit between my lips.

I knew I couldn’t do this long. I needed my cock inside her so damned bad and her writhing and moaning weren’t helping at all. I pushed back and stood, pulling my shirt over my head when I had another idea. I stepped around to the side of the bed, leaned over and sucked a nipple in my mouth again, released it, nibbled on her neck, and told her, “I don’t want you to come. I’ve seen you… I know you can do it.”

I climbed off the bed and quietly opened the drawer on her nightstand, watching Addie writhing on the bed. The vibrator and remote that she’d bought in Virginia City were in their case right where they were supposed to be. I took it out, slipped the remote in my pocket and climbed back on the bed alongside her… and pushed her panties aside and slipped the vibrator deep inside her cunt, then pulled her panties back in place.

Addie’s hips jerked, trying to pull away and she pulled on all four of the cuffs again, struggling to get loose, “Oh God, Oh God!” she moaned.

I pulled the remote out of my pocket and turned the vibrator on low, then the thrusting action on low, knowing that it would grow inside her with the little protrusions expanding and teasing her. “Remember, you can’t come,” I told her. And turned it up a little higher, climbing off the bed.

I watched Addie writhing and moaning for a minute, then went over and sat in her makeup desk chair to watch, turning both the vibrations and thrusting action to about three-quarters. I was watching the LED lights on the remote and remembered what the sales girl said. I turned it up all the way, so it would be thrusting about eight-inches inside her, then when it was at the maximum size flipped the switch to turn it off and turned on the vibrator to its maximum. Then sat back and watched Addie with that thing going inside her cunt, the vibrating protrusions and clit stimulator. Addie was thrashing around, moaning, her head flopping back and forth, strange noises coming from her mouth.

My problem was that I was about to burst. My own body was shaking with lust. I pushed my pants and shorts down and turned the vibrator off. Addie was panting, breathing hard, and I climbed between her legs, pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and replaced it with my cock, slipping inside her hot, soaking wet cunt. Oh God, I groaned as her exquisite tightness, even after the big vibrator inside her. She squeezed and I nearly lost it almost immediately.

With Addie’s hips on the pillow, my steel-shaft cock deep inside her, I was moaning; Addie was moaning; I pulled out of her and pushed back in, again, and again, and couldn’t hold back any longer. My muscles tensed through my body and I felt Addie’s body begin to shudder and her vagina milking me. We both orgasmed so fucking hard!

I collapsed on top of Addie and kissed her, realizing it was our first kiss of the night. When I was able to talk again, I told her, “That was fucking incredible!”

“Uhuh, was!... now figure out how to get me out of these.”

I climbed off of her and off the bed, pulled the blindfold off her, then went over to the box, reached inside and pulled out the keys. “Maybe these will help.”

She gaped at me, “You bastard!” she screeched at me. “You knew they were there the whole time!”

I grinned at her, that grin when you’ve been caught and you don’t know what else to do. “Uhuh,”

“John, what about John? That phone call?”

“There was no phone call. Totally fake.”

She glared at me, her eyes little slits. “Your kids are going to grow up fatherless.”

“You do know, you’re not unlocked, yet, right?”

“And I better be, damn soon!”

I laughed, “So what’s in it for me? If you’re just going to kill me?” I felt like being generous. I actually gave her the sets of keys, one set in each hand. “Maybe I should call Ethan. I’m sure he’d come over to protect me.” She tried fiddling with the key, to put it in the lock, but shortly gave up.

“Just unlock the fucking cuffs, please! I have to pee.”

“Your language is awful. I think Jonah wore off on you… You still going to kill me if I let you loose?”

She let out a big sigh, “No, I promise. Maybe a little bloodshed, but no death.”

“You’re still not exactly convincing that it’s safe.”

“Please, hon, I really do have to pee.”

I took the keys back from her. The first set I tried on the ankle cuffs was the wrong one. The second one worked. “You have to admit, this was fun,” I told her.

“Yeah, but next time it’s you that’s getting cuffed.” I did think that might be kind of fun but not for a while. I thought Addie probably needed a little calm-down time before I let her do anything like that. Like a year or two. Better yet, maybe on my fortieth birthday. Before I undid the last one on her wrist, I asked her, “Wear what you have on to bed? I like it.” She glared at me. I wasn’t sure if that was a ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

Once they were all unlocked, she hurried off to the bathroom and I realized that I should have unlocked the ones around her wrists and ankles, rather than where they hooked around the bed-frame. She still had all four cuffs securely attached to her wrists and ankles. I still had the keys so took them to her, sitting on the potty. I hoped my gesture of kindness would forego any serious physical injuries.

When I climbed in bed, my thought was, ‘thank you, Jonah! That was incredible.’

A few minutes later, Addie climbed in bed with me, still wearing the little thing and panties, but without the fishnet stockings. She snuggled up to me and I asked, “Am I forgiven?”

She laughed, “Not a chance, but I’m going to pick the time and place for retribution.”

Friday morning, Addie told me she had some appointments to get ready for her date. That night, when she got home, she’d been transformed; her skin was glowing, her nails were painted a gorgeous pink and her hair was lustrous. “Fresh waxing, too,” she said.

There was no sex that night. She wore one of her long, lacy nightgowns to bed, and we snuggled, but when I started to pull the strap down off her shoulder to nipple-nibble, she stopped me, saying, “Not tonight, hon; Nick, maybe, tomorrow.”

God, I was hard; from the combination of wanting to make love with my wife and the thought of my wife’s date, that only made me want to make love with her that much more. It seemed like our wild night had been a lot longer than two nights ago!

Addie was up early Saturday morning packing her suitcase. She showed me the light blue, lace panty/bra set she’d bought. Her dress was in a garment bag, but she took it out and held it in front of her. God! It was dark blue, peek-a-boo lace, except a liner around the boobs and hips; and short, mid-thigh. She’s gonna knock this guy’s socks off!

When she was putting it back in the garment bag, she told me, “I’m going to Robert & Michelle’s; he’s picking me up there.”

“And after?”

“I’ll go back to their house, unless…”

Unless. Unless, I knew exactly what the ‘unless’ meant.

She went back to finishing packing, clothes for tomorrow, makeup, perfume, new heels. Watching her, it really dawned on me; we’re actually doing this! Adriana is going on a date with a guy; a single, eligible guy. No doubt this was the stupidest, most asinine thing I’ve ever done, to let her; no, encourage her to go on this date. I couldn’t stop her, though. My rock-hard cock held me captive wanting her to do this.

She finished and I carried her bags out to the new car. “You have their address?” I asked her.

She nodded, “I do, already entered it in Amber (what we’d named the ‘voice’ in the navigation/self-driving system).”

Kids were still in bed, sleeping in on Saturday. Addie went in Katie’s room, woke her up with a kiss and told her, “Mommy’s going to be gone tonight. Going out of town to visit a friend.”

Katie rubbed her eyes and told her, “Love you, Mommy.”

Addie smiled, “You too, sweetheart. You be good for Daddy. Maybe you guys will do something fun today.”

She glanced up at me and I nodded, “I’m pretty sure we’ll find something fun to do.”

Then we repeated pretty much the same thing in Kevin’s room with him.

After Addie had talked to the kids, I walked out to the car with her. “How you feeling?” I asked her.

“Nervous, scared, anxious… horny,” she said. She kissed me and asked, “How about you, we’re in this together, you know.”

“Nervous, scared, anxious… maybe terrified would be a better word. But horny as hell, too. This is a stupid thing we’re doing, but so damned exciting! I’m going to be a wreck till you’re home tomorrow.”

“Go do something with the kids. Let them keep you occupied.”

I laughed, “Yeah, I’m planning to do that, but I don’t think it’ll help much.”

“You sure you want me to do this?… I can still call and cancel.”

I hesitated. I did kind of want her to call the whole thing off. Stay home with me and the kids, just call a complete halt to this crazy thing we were doing, to all of it. Go back to last May before we went to that stupid reunion. But I couldn’t. It was too damned exciting. It had brought new life into our marriage, not that we were bad before, but now…!

“No, do it. Go, have fun. Don’t hold back. I trust you.”

Addie looked like she almost was ready to cry. “Love you, ya know; be back tomorrow.”

I tried to smile, but my insides were tearing me apart. “With a story for me, maybe?”

One last kiss, then as she closed the door on the van, “Maybe,” she said.