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Tuesday night, July 25, 2028

“Yes, maybe next time,” she whispered as she hugged my body to hers. With that little sentence, she confirmed to me that there would be a ‘next time’.

I would say that we resumed somewhat of a normal life after that, but it wasn’t normal at all. When Addie came home from her pole dancing class Wednesday night, she was on fire. She rode my cock that night as I’d watched her do with Tanner; frantically, draining every last ounce of energy from both of us.

The piano was delivered to the purchaser and we received the fifteen-hundred-dollar reimbursement check for the shipping cost. Addie and Nicki began stocking the store in Mountain Home, including with the newest box of leather goods from Daryl’s shop. Nicki spent every spare minute with Kayla to learn all she could about Addie’s business. We were busy, Adriana’s stores were thriving and life was good.

On top of that, the contractor for our backyard had moved the backhoe in and was busy digging a gigantic hole for the swimming pool Tanner had designed. We had to keep the back doors of the house locked shut to keep our curious little people from exploring their newfound treasure area.

Speaking of Tanner, Addie called Tanya and apologized profusely for not calling her sooner. I didn’t hear a lot of the conversation but did hear a lot of giggling and laughing on Addie’s end of the call. When she got off the phone, she told me that Tanya had had a wonderful time with Damian, but it wasn’t something she’d ever do again. Addie added, “She said she did kind of regret chickening out on the stripping, though.”

Yeah, I’ll bet she did. Jonah’s customers had no idea what they missed. Of course, they didn’t have much to complain about after the show my wife put on… twice!

Friday again, after her pole dancing class, Addie was horny when we went to bed. She dressed in one of her sexiest nightgowns and started kissing me. When I reached for her pussy, she pulled my hand away and told me, “No, this is Kayla’s weekend.” When I looked a little confused, she asked me, “You do remember Kayla? The promise you made to her?”

I did remember. I’d been wondering about it all week. When nothing was mentioned, I assumed it was off. Addie continued, “We’ve talked about it every day. The arrangements are made. Tomorrow, you’re picking her up at eight, then taking her on a date, to dinner or dancing, or whatever the two of you decide, to get comfortable with each other. Then you have a reservation at the Hyatt in Fruitland. It’s far enough that no one should recognize either of you. Sunday, you’ll take her home, then come home and that night fuck your wife and tell her all about it.” She went on, “And she’s going to do the same with her husband.”

I was incredulous. I had lusted after Kayla since the first time we met her. Then that night at their house that was cut short by their reluctance had left me so frustrated and I’d drooled about her long, sexy, gorgeous body so many times.

Addie snuggled her body up to me and told me, “Just don’t forget about your wife’s body waiting for you at home.” With the incredible sex we had been having the last week, there wasn’t much chance of that happening.

I got up Saturday wondering where to take Kayla, what to do on our date? When Kayla and I had talked last weekend, I assumed it would be a one-time event, probably either at their house or ours, then back to our own spouse. Certainly not a romantic date followed by a night together. I wasn’t worried about falling in love with Kayla. Well, actually, that’s not true. I was. But what I wasn’t worried about was either of us wanting to leave our spouse because of one night of bliss.

I racked my brain thinking of the places I knew about. There weren’t many that really qualified as romantic. Then I remembered Colavito’s, the Italian restaurant where T&T, Addie and I had gone before our trip to Reno. I called and made a reservation for 8:30, Saturday evening.

Addie took me to the Macy’s in the mall to buy a suit. I ended up with a nice jacket, dress shirt, and pants. Shoes, I already had. The later in the afternoon, the more nervous and scared I got.

It wasn’t so long ago that I’d been cowed by any beautiful woman. I remembered the night of the reunion dinner and how my inferiority complex had kicked in when I met the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and Tanner. Tanya had shown me that plain or not, I was attractive to the opposite sex, no matter how gorgeous and sexy they were.

But as my Adriana had changed in that time, I knew I had, too. But it sure as hell wasn’t helping that afternoon. I was scared shitless and getting worse. Always before, when I’d been with Tanya, Addie had been there. Both Addie and Ethan were there the night of the fashion show that went beyond anyone’s expectations. Addie had been on a lone date with Daryl, ending up in his bed, but that was the only time either of us had. Well, before Jonah, that is. Besides, this was Kayla… a friend! I had ceased thinking of her as an employee a long time ago.

Addie helped me get ready. She stepped into the shower with me, soaped my body and let me do the same with her, rubbing my soap-laden hands over her breasts. By the time we turned the water off, I was steel-rod-hard. Addie picked out a pair of silk underwear and after I dressed gave me a long, hot, passionate kiss before I left. It was going to be a long dinner with Kayla!

I was at Kayla and Ethan’s at eight. Addie had even taken the Jeep to the carwash and vacuumed it out after we got back from clothes shopping. Someday an actual car would be nice… a Tesla, like T&T’s

I don’t know if Ethan was there somewhere or not, but Kayla yelled for me to come in when I rang the doorbell. It was the first time I’d been in their house since that night a month earlier. I sat down on the couch where I’d had my tongue inside Kayla’s pussy for those few minutes. When Kayla entered the living room a few minutes later, I was dumbstruck and just stared. She was beautiful; wearing a tight-fitting, snow-white, floor-length, almost like a bridal dress. It didn’t show hardly anything, yet was so sexy on her, showing off her curves to perfection. Her long, red hair was in a bun and her makeup was done to perfection. When she came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, I smelled her perfume and put a hand on her waist just briefly. Her dress felt and looked like silk. I felt like an underdressed country bumpkin in comparison. Every inch of her six-feet were beautiful!

When I opened the Jeep door for her, I also felt silly for taking this woman on a date in a Jeep, for crying-out-loud!

On the way to Colavito’s, we talked about the weather, the thunder-heads that had been brewing over the mountains the last few days and hadn’t done anything. It had been so dry and hot, but it’s always dry and hot in Boise in the summer. It was obvious that we were both nervous and scared.

We had the same waiter as three weeks before, Alessandro, with the heavy Italian accent. Had I been there again with either Addie or Tanya, I’m sure he would have recognized us as had he flirted with them during our entire meal. I wasn’t the kind of guy he would remember, though. I’m sure that if Kayla comes back in six months, though, he’ll remember her as well.

Our food was fantastic again, and yes, Alessandro flirted with Kayla. Apparently, it’s what he does with beautiful women. We talked about how well the store is doing; Addie’s new manager, Nicki, who Kayla was very impressed with, by the way; and several other things. The one thing neither of us could broach was the reason why we were there.

Dinner took nearly two hours, and we were both much more relaxed by the time we left to head out of town to the Hyatt in Fruitland. We talked little on the forty-five-minute trip, but I kept stealing glances at the woman beside me, still unbelieving that this was actually happening.

We checked into the hotel and rode the elevator up to our floor, holding hands like a couple teens might. Naturally, I couldn’t get the key in the door right and Kayla had to take it from me, giggling as she slid it right in and opened the door.

Kayla is tall, right at six-feet, and with her heels, I had to tilt my head up to kiss her. That seemed a little strange. Our first kiss seemed a little forced on both our parts, certainly not the passionate encounters I’ve had with Tanya. Of course, our first kiss wasn’t spectacular, either, except that it was.

I realize that doesn’t make sense, but you had to be there. Tanya was the first woman besides Addie I’d ever kissed and was so far out of my league that it had felt so awkward kissing her.

Kayla said she had to go to the bathroom to do whatever it is that women do in bathrooms, besides use the bathroom. Nah, that doesn’t make sense either, but I was nervous. Sue me if you don’t like my nonsensical words. When Kayla came out of the bathroom, her face was a mixture of fear and I’m not sure what. She came over to me and said, “Matt, I’m sorry. I want to, but I just can’t.”

“This was for Ethan,” she said, “he wanted me to do it, and I wanted it too, at least I thought so.” She was starting to cry a little and I didn’t want that.

“It’s okay, I understand. We don’t have to do anything at all.” I told her that I could either take her home or, conveniently, the room had two queen beds.

“But Ethan will be so disappointed,” she said.

Well, to be honest, he wasn’t the only one, but I didn’t say that to Kayla. Instead, I told her, “He doesn’t have to be,” with a grin.

Kayla and I spent the next hour concocting an erotic story for her to tell her husband. I expected that Addie would be a bit disappointed, too, but I was going to tell her the truth… along with Kayla’s story to Ethan so that she could play along as well. We both had quite a lot of fun, dreaming up things that we could have done to each other. By the time our story was complete we had spent as much time laughing as discussing. Kayla even took her panties off and tore them to add a little emphasis to her story. Yeah, they were very sexy, white and pink, lace panties, too. I would have loved actually tearing them taking them off her.

The only thing Kayla brought to wear to bed was a sexy baby-doll nightie, so she asked me to close my eyes when she came out of the bathroom. I didn’t remind her that I’d already seen a lot more of her than that once before.

In the morning, we fine-tuned our story a little more, adding a morning, together-shower, dreaming up ways we ‘made love’ in the shower. Yeah, my cock was hard from all the sexy talk, but I did my best to hide it from Kayla. All-in-all, it was an enjoyable night and morning with her. Not as much as it could have been, but enjoyable, none-the-less.

It was nearly eleven by the time I dropped off my 'lover’ at her house. I would have loved to have been hiding in a closet when she told her story to her husband. At least it should satisfy him that she’d actually done the deed… more than once.

When I told Addie what had happened she couldn’t stop laughing, her face turning red with her delight. I couldn’t help but think of the recent times her face had been red for entirely different reasons. Later that night, my steel-rod-hard body member was put to very good use.

That Monday, Wednesday and the following Friday, all after Addie’s pole dancing classes, she and I fucked and fucked hard. Those Ben Wa balls had made a gigantic difference in our sex, the way she could squeeze my cock. Other times we made love, almost every other night, actually, but those nights were for fucking. Obviously, Addie was looking at it as training for her next episode of stripping and the thought of it was driving her wild. She began wearing her volleyball tights with the heart-shaped cutouts up the side to her class because ‘they make me feel sexy’.

Addie relayed what Kayla had told her about her telling Ethan about her love-making that night at the Hyatt and neither of us could keep from laughing. Apparently, it ignited their sex life quite considerably, too.

Then, Wednesday afternoon, two-and-a-half weeks after Addie came home from Sacramento, the bomb dropped on our lives. Addie showed me the text on her phone, “My birthday Sept 23. Would like you to come. J” I looked at the calendar, forty-four days away.

I looked up at my wife, “You want to go, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer, “There’s more,” she quietly said as she started to scroll down. “Want birthday present.” She scrolled to the next message, “Your unused cunt. From now.”

I’m sure my face had turned white as I looked up in Addie’s eyes. “He wants us to... to not have sex from now?” I asked her, hoping beyond hope that wasn’t what he had meant.

She nodded, “That’s what he wants.”

I was panicking. I knew she would want to go but that was too much. I suggested, “Text him back, tell him a week again.”

She typed out a text and hit send. Then we waited for an answer. It came. She showed it to me, “From now. Need answer in an hour. If no, we never see each other again.”

I looked at her again, incredulously. “An hour? Why only an hour when it’s forty-four days away? Why is he doing this?”

“Because it’s who he is. He doesn’t negotiate and he makes decisions.”

I ran my hand through my hair, “What do you want?”

She shook her head, “No, you?”

“No, yes, crap, I don’t know what to say. Can we possibly go that long without sex?”

We went back and forth the next twenty minutes. I looked at the time she’d received the last text. We had another half-hour and weren’t any closer to a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. One of the issues we discussed was Addie’s pregnancy. She wasn’t worried about the baby, but whether she’d have a baby-bump that might turn Jonah off. In her past pregnancies, about three-and-a-half to four months is when she’d started showing. This would be almost exactly that time.

I also asked her why, why this guy had such a hold on her. He uses her, abuses her, degrades her. It’s charitable to him to say that he’s a first-class creep.

She was quiet for several minutes. I don’t know if she didn’t want to tell me or was thinking about how to answer. Finally, she said, “I guess it’s the unknown. I have no idea what’s going to happen next with him. That turns me on. And of course, that he pushes me so far outside my comfort zone and then doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. It’s so risky being with him, not knowing what’s coming. Tanner’s that way a little, but nothing like Jonah. I’ve never met anyone like him before.”

After a short pause, she added, “Maybe the orgasms he gives me help a little, too…”

In my intelligent, manly manner, I grunted. I was afraid of this guy, not that he’d take my wife from me, but he was changing her. Truth was, I liked how he was changing her but was there a limit? Crap!

Addie had a suggestion. She found a piece of paper and scissors and cut the paper into twenty pieces. “You write however many yesses and no’s you want on ten and I’ll do the same. We put them in separate bowls and draw till we have two that match.”

We did, into two identical cups. Then Addie put them behind her back and switched them around so we wouldn’t know whose cups we were drawing from. We both drew and she unfolded hers first – a no in my handwriting. I unfolded mine and it was yes from her.

This seemed like a crappy way to decide something that important!

We did it again, switching the cups around so we didn’t know whose was revealed first. It was my draw and it was a yes from me. Addie’s hands were shaking as she unfolded the paper she’d written on, a no!

We tried a third time, each of us drawing one folded sheet of paper. She started to unfold hers, then stopped. “No, this isn’t going to work. You’re going to decide, now. Yes or no. No regrets either way. I had my fling and you know what he will do to me… and for me. Your decision”

I looked at her “If I say yes?”

“We’ll probably be having this discussion again another time, probably for something even more extreme that he dreams up.”

“And no?”

“Then we delete him from our memory. I know we’ll never hear from him again.”

Then she softly said, “And if you say yes, it starts now, this minute.”

I looked into my wife’s eyes seeing the look of desire on her face. I thought about the sex we had been having, the best in our lives the last two weeks, what we would be depriving ourselves of for her to have another weekend with the biggest stud of her life. I thought of the times that we’d both said ‘next time’. If I said no, there would be no next time, not ever. Probably never another person like Jonah in Addie’s life.

Then I wondered, could I always count on her coming home?

“Five minutes left,” Addie said.

I started to open my mouth when she put her finger in front of it to stop what I was going to say. “Remember Samuel, I told you about him, the man in the back room?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve had dreams of him. You have to know before you decide. It’s him, too. He’s been in my head, like an obsession…” Her voice level dropped, going on so quietly, emotionally, almost like her mind was somewhere else. “He’s different, I wanted him… I want him.” Then she came back to the present, “I don’t know if I’ll see him again. It was just that one-time thing, that thirty minutes… but you have to know.”

A man she’s obsessed with! Who she wants to fuck. Could he be a threat? Someone she wouldn’t come home from? No, I trust my wife. I know how much she wants to fuck Jonah, I’ve seen it. Yet, still…

I took her phone in my hand, held it for a few minutes, until there was less than a minute left, turned away from her and typed a short, one-word message on it. Then I gave it back to her but covering the screen so she couldn’t see the text. “Hit send if you want,” I told her. I looked at my watch, about half a minute left.

She pressed send and I removed my hand from the screen showing her the message she’d just sent, “Yes.”

She held her hand over her mouth in disbelief. I think she was sure the message was no. “Can we do this?” she asked me.

“It doesn’t look like we have any choice now, do we?” I answered. “You’ve already given him your answer.”

Only then did we think to unfold the last two pieces of paper we’d drawn. Both were a ‘no’.

Addie and I sat and stared at each other for several minutes. We both knew that the next month and a half were going to be long and difficult, the most difficult of our lives. Adriana stood without another word and got the vacuum out of the closet and began vacuuming the living room floor.

Early that evening, I asked her if she was still going to her exercise class. She nodded, saying, “He doesn’t get to rule everything in our lives.”

She did, still wearing her volleyball uniform, the one she said ‘made her feel sexy’. That night, when otherwise we would have been making passionate love or even fucking from Addie ‘feeling sexy’, we slept on opposite sides of the bed. Two days since we’d had sex and already my cock was twitching pretty strongly. Only forty-four nights to go!

I told Addie the next day that she had to make an appointment with Dr. Davidson. “Why,” she asked me, “we saw her just three weeks ago.”

“Because you need to go and tell her what’s happening. Make sure she understands the extent of how your ‘husband’ is going to be having sex with you.” What she had to do was tell Dr. Davidson that her lover was a big guy with about an eleven-inch dick that didn’t give a damn how hard he used it inside her. Make damn good and sure that nothing would hurt our baby.

Her face turned crimson red when she realized what she had to tell her friend/doctor. She made the appointment and we were able to get in to see her the next Tuesday at 3:15.

Friday, Addie received a package in the mail from Jonah. I knew what it had to be right away but set it aside for her to open. She opened it and found a new set of magnetic Ben Wa balls. We looked at the package and these were 2.5 ounces each, up from the 2.2 of the previous ones he’d sent. When we opened them, there was a note on top, “Two weeks, twenty-four hours.”

“He wants these inside me all night, too?” she asked, incredulously.

It was a rhetorical question. She already knew the answer.

ooOoo

Addie insisted I go with her. It turned out to be an appointment I don’t ever want to repeat. Even though she’s Addie’s doctor, it was more than a little embarrassing to tell her that Addie was going out of town to have sex with a very well-endowed black guy. What details Addie tried to leave out, I threw in, leaving nothing to chance. Dr. Davidson listened, then told us, “I’m not here to judge, only to be sure your baby’s going to have a healthy birth. As far as that, the baby is still going to be very small and has a lot of room to move around in. There’s lots of cushioning, too.” She stressed that we didn’t have to worry.

She gave us a very clinical answer, the same one that we had understood all along, but now we were certain. My wife could be fucked senseless, which was probably exactly what was going to happen to her, and it wouldn’t affect our baby.

With each day that passed, both Addie and I grew more restless sexually. Addie, especially, got relief during the day with the work she had to do in the new startup store. Nicki, her new manager, turned out to be a godsend. She hired the help she knew she’d need with very little input from Addie and did an outstanding job. She hired contractors to do the interior renovations that were needed, partitioning and wiring for displays, total repainting and the signs out front. One would have thought that Nicki had been doing this all her life. She said she loved it.

Addie told me that I could go see Tanya any time I wanted, that Jonah’s dictate was to her, not to me. She even suggested having Tanya fly to Boise for a weekend and rent a hotel. “No,” I told her, “we’re in this together. We stay together in everything.”

“Tanya’s going to be disappointed. I’d already talked to her about it and she was kind of anxious.”

“I guess tell her sorry, that I just can’t do it.” I wanted to, though, so damn bad! After three weeks of no sex and Adriana hiding her body behind flannel every night. Hell, I hadn’t even seen her naked! I was climbing the wall! Of course, Addie was, too.

Addie probably worse than me. She mentioned more than once what it was going to be like with her and Jonah; that didn’t help my libido problem either! And Samuel. I heard his name on her lips, groaning during the night more than once.

She went to her class religiously, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, every class doing the same thing to her. She often curled up in bed and groaned, but especially on her class nights. I was hearing Samuel’s name on her lips more and more. I would say I wasn’t jealous of the guy, but telling a lie is a sin and I can’t do that. Even still, though, I have to admit it was arousing to me to hear Addie thinking that sexually about a guy. Of course, at that point, everything was arousing to me.

Thank God for our kids. They were our only source of sanity. We both hid our anxieties in front of them. They had no idea that anything different was going on with mom and dad.

Four weeks to the day, on Wednesday, she said she couldn’t stand it any longer. I wasn’t sure what she meant, because there was still three weeks to go before her trip. “I’m going to face my demons,” she told me, whatever the hell that meant; I had no clue. All I knew was that I was climbing the walls. I hadn’t even seen any more of my wife’s body than her customers had for a damned month; hadn’t touched her more than them, either.

She went on, “Tomorrow after Kayla closes the store, you and she are going shopping. You’re going to buy me some clothes; lingerie, a dress, nightgown. Make them sexy. You and I are going on a short overnight trip.”

I cocked my head at her, “This is going to help? Buying sexy things?”

“Probably not, but it’ll make me feel better for a little while at least.”

I picked up Kayla at the store Thursday night. She suggested the Bohme Boutique in the mall, so that’s where we headed. This had been our first time alone since our aborted love-nest tryst five weeks earlier. She giggled and said that Ethan is totally convinced we had had sex and their love life has been better than it’s ever been, “Which is pretty damn good!” she added.

I was watching her tell me about it out of the corner off my eyes while I was driving and she dropped her little bombshell on me, “He wants us to do it again.”

Yeah, that got my attention! Especially in the condition I was in. This time she watched me as she said, “He wants you to spend another night with me but in our bed, said the thought of that turns him on so much.” She giggled and went on, “It does, too. He gets so hard when he talks about it.”

She just looked out the window for the next mile or so as I drove, then looked back at me and softly said, “I could do that, I’d like that, too.”

It was a damn good thing I was almost stopped, pulling into the parking lot when she said that. It had been a month since Addie and I had made love and the very real possibility of an actual night with Kayla, in her bed, sent my head spinning and my cock growing. I didn’t know how to respond to that, but when Kayla glanced down at my groin and got the little smile on her face, she had her answer.

I parked the Jeep and we got out, me trying to hide my erection. I know that Kayla had noticed, but by the time we were inside I was fine. Sort of.

“Adriana said she wanted something sexy but didn’t say anything more than that. What’s the occasion, where are you going?”

“An overnight trip, that’s all she told me.”

“Okay, that leaves us pretty much in the dark,” as we headed toward the Boutique (I guess that’s a fancy name for a store?). It was about a third of the way down the mall. Thank God for Kayla! I wouldn’t have any idea what to get. “Does she have an LBD?” she asked me.

I looked at Kayla quizzically, like I had no idea what she was talking about. Mostly because I didn’t. She laughed and said, “Little black dress.”

Oh, okay. “No, she doesn’t,” I told her.

“She will now, then,” she said.

Kayla looked through the dresses and in a little bit pulled one out and held it up in front of her. “What do you think of this?” she asked.

It certainly qualified as ‘little’. The hem came about to Kayla’s upper thigh, probably Addie’s mid-thigh, then about three inches of totally sheer lace for the first three or four inches. The shoulders, short sleeves and down into a ‘V’ between her breasts, just deep enough to show her cleavage, was the same sheer lace. Otherwise, it was simple, smooth black, no decorations or anything to mar the silkiness.

Addie would look incredible in it! “Panties will be a problem, it’s going to be so tight on her hips. We don’t want them to show through,” Kayla said, adding, “Too bad she wants to wear panties.”

Kayla took the dress to a checkout and asked the lady to keep it for her while we looked for lingerie. Kayla looked at black panties, explaining, “Trying to find something that won’t show the panty line.”

She finally found something and showed me. The material was wispy thin, all of it, about an inch wide around the hips and a small ‘V’ in the front and back, totally sheer. “Now we need a matching bra,” she said, mostly talking to herself. “Good thing she and I made that shopping trip a couple months ago, so I know her sizes.”

She found a matching sheer bra, wispy thin, like the panties, then a pair of smoky, translucent silk stockings. “Now, to be sure,” she said to herself. We went back to the dresses and she found an identical dress a little larger. “I want to be sure about the panties,” she said.

She took the dress, panties, and bra into the dressing room and a few minutes later reappeared turning her back to me. “Zip, please,” I put one hand on her back, feeling the soft material and zipped the dress up with the other. Then she turned around.

With my mouth gaping and my cock poking a hole in my pants, she asked if it looked okay. The only thing I could think of was that this is the woman who a little bit ago had invited me into her bed!

She stood in front of the mirror, smoothing it down over her hips. “Perfect,” she mumbled. It was tight down her tummy, even showing a hint of belly-button, then flaring out over her hips, still just as tight. There was no hint that there were panties on underneath. She said, “I think I’ll put Addie’s back and buy this one for myself.” I groaned looking at those long, sexy legs and dress only coming about halfway down her thighs.

She didn’t of course. She took it off and put hers back on the rack, then put the lingerie on the checkout counter with the dress.

Then we found the nightgowns. I say ‘found’, but Kayla knew exactly where they were. Obviously, she did a lot of shopping here. While she was looking through them, I blurted out, “We haven’t had sex for the last month.” I don’t know why I did, it just kind of slipped out of my stupid mouth.

Kayla turned around and looked at me, “And why would that be?” she asked.

Now what? How do I explain that? “Addie hasn’t said anything to you? About our sex life?”

She shook her head, “Umm, noo, is that what this little shopping trip is about?”

I nodded that it was and she got a grin on her face. “I know just what you need.” She looked through the nightwear a little more and found a gown, sheer lace except for silky satin around the waist, a deep ‘V’ neckline with a little ribbon well below the boobs, but with a slit all the way up one side to about six inches above the waist. Then a tiny, matching g-string panty.

“This,” she smiled, “would drive me crazy if I hadn’t had sex for that long… and Ethan would be all over me.”

I couldn’t resist, asking her, “You going to try it on for me to make sure it’s okay?”

She giggled and grinning, said to me, “Maybe that night we talked about, I’ll have something like it.”

Ah shit! Then I told her, “Ask Addie about our ‘no sex.’ “ Now that I’d blurted it out, I wanted Kayla to know what was going on. I hoped Adriana would tell her.

“Shoes; I know she has lots of shoes but I don’t want to take a chance. I followed her to the other end of the ‘boutique’ and showed her what I thought would be sexy. A pair of silver sandals, straps around the ankles, with about a five-inch high, super thin heel. Kayla giggled and said I should be a shoe salesman, “They’re perfect,” she said. She asked the sales lady for a size six.

On the way back to Addie’s store where Kayla’s car was, she told me, “I don’t know what’s going on between you and Adriana, Matt… but think about what I said, okay?” Then she added, softly, “I won’t chicken out next time, promise.”

I thought about Kayla, how sexy she’d been the night of the fashion show, her suggestion that she might wear a tiny nighttime outfit like we’d just bought my wife, and my cock was so hard!

When we got to the parking lot where her car was, she leaned across the center console of the Jeep and gave me a kiss on the lips with her soft mouth. “Sample,” she said and got out to get her own car.

Wow! I sat there, speechless and not moving for several minutes after Kayla left. I wondered if she had any clue what she had done to me! When I glanced down at the pole tenting my groin; yeah, she did.

Anyway, I was happy with what we’d bought; very happy as a matter of fact. When I got home and started to show Addie, she stopped me and said, “No, I don’t want to know until I put them on tomorrow night.”

“You sure?” I asked, “What if it doesn’t fit?”

“I trust Kayla. She knows what size I wear

“What are we doing tomorrow?” I asked her. This was getting weirder and weirder. I hung the garment bag with her dress in it in the closet and carefully put the rest in my suitcase.

“Well, first, taking kids to Grandma and Grandpa Jeppeson. They haven’t been there for a month. Then, you and I are going for a drive.”

“Where?” I asked her.

“For me to know and you to wonder,” was all she’d say, except, “hint; it’s west.”

Well, that certainly cleared up the mystery… NOT!

We loaded our suitcases Friday, then took the kids to Mom and Dad’s. After dropping them off in Ontario, we headed over the Blue Mountains, past Pendleton; yeah, they make the Pendleton blankets in Pendleton, Oregon, and took the Hermiston exit. I still had no clue where we were going.

About five-thirty, Addie directed me into the porte-cochere of the Best Western in Umatilla. I looked at her quizzically, “Umatilla? What the hell is here?” There especially wasn’t anyplace to wear a dress like Kayla and I had bought her. Umatilla is a tiny little town and the only possible nightlife I had seen was the In’n’Out Burger Shack; not exactly the kind of place for an LBD. I had assumed we were probably going across the Columbia to Kennewick, Washington. At least it’s a real town, not just a wide spot in the road. Of course, we hadn’t seen all of town yet, either. After all, there are two streets and we’d only been down one. I didn’t even understand why there would be a Best Western in Umatilla.

“Later,” was all she’d cryptically say. I could tell she was starting to get nervous, though. When she squeezed my hand walking down the hallway to our room, hers was clammy and shaking.

Addie changed her clothes in our room. Not to the dress, but a pair of shorts and blouse. I still had no clue what we were doing there when we heard the lock on the door and it opened. Tanya and Tanner came in. We all greeted each other with hugs and kisses, very friendly hugs and kisses I might add (except Tanner and me, a simple handshake worked). When Tanya and Addie went in the big bathroom, Tanner and I looked at each other with mystified looks on our faces.

“What’s going on?” Tanner asked.

I shrugged and gave him a look of pure confusion. It was easy. I was. “No clue,” I told him.

A few minutes later, our wives graced us with their presence out of the bathroom and asked if we were ready for dinner at the In’n’Out.