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My mouth was dry, my heart racing, I got up to get a glass of ice water from the refrigerator to share with Dani. I walked down the hall, around the corner to the living room… and there… hanging on the coat rack by the front door… was a red plaid wool jacket… with a little ‘bullet hole’ in the chest.

The ‘bullet hole’ was from battery acid, in the jacket my brother had given me in high school. I’d somehow gotten the acid on it, then inadvertently shrunk it, washing in hot water, then over thirty years ago, had donated it to the Salvation Army. Now, after the weirdest night in my life, that I’d thought was nothing but an elaborate dream, the jacket was hanging on the coat rack, just inside our front door, physical proof that my ‘dream’ had, in fact, been reality.

I stood, shellshocked, staring, unable to move. It was real, hanging in my house, our house. I stepped toward it, then was almost afraid to touch it. No, not ‘almost’. I did, though. An uncontrolled hand reached out, almost hoping that it would just disappear, that if it did, I could just go back to bed, kiss my wife and our day would go on.

But it didn’t disappear. It was real, felt like fairly coarse wool, exactly how I remembered it. A few seconds later, I was walking back into our bedroom carrying the jacket with me. I don’t even remember taking it down. One second, I was feeling the rough texture, the next carrying it into our bedroom.

Dani saw my stricken face, no doubt completely white, “Hon… you okay? What is it?” I don’t know if I’d ever heard her sound so worried in my life.

“I… the dream… it… it wasn’t… a dream.” I held out the jacket to her, like it was a sacrificial offering.

She looked at me with a confused look on her face, like I was talking gibberish. Maybe I was. I wasn’t sure what I was saying.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing toward the thing in my hand. I looked down at it again, wishing that it would be gone, that it would just disappear.

“Jacket, my jacket… long time ago, before we married.” This didn’t make any sense, but I told her about the jacket, that my brother, Tom, had given it to me for my sixteenth birthday. I told her about the battery acid ‘bullet hole’, how it had shrunk and I’d given it to the Salvation Army, hoping that some kid could get some use from it.

She was silent, sitting up in bed against the headboard, while I was telling her, waiting for me to finish. When I did, then stood silently for a moment, still holding the thing draped across my arm, her first question, “Then how…?”

I looked at the jacket again, it was real. This wasn’t a dream, there never had been a dream. “I don’t know…” I hesitated, how the hell do I tell her? How the hell had this happened? It was like ‘The Twilight Zone’, except that was television. They can do anything on television. This was real life. These things don’t happen in real life.

“Last night… you were gone, I went out to get a pizza… then everything changed.” I tried to remember, “I’d been looking at the picture of you and Alan, the one of him kissing your cheek…”

Dani interrupted, “I still don’t understand, how do you know his name? I’ve never said it.”

“I’ll get to that.” And I proceeded to tell her everything, starting at seeing the old Ford on the street instead of the Honda, the jacket that I was still carrying in the back seat; how everything in town was ‘1987’, going to the football game… As I talked, Dani’s eyes got wider and wider, unbelieving. Hell, I didn’t believe it myself, how the hell would she?

When I finished, with walking back in our house to find her in bed waiting for me, she said, “You know none of that happened, don’t you?”

I knew that none of it COULD have happened, but did it? “But,” I started, “you… and Alan? Did that happen?” I looked down at what I was carrying, “And the jacket…”

I started again, describing what I’d seen in detail to her; her dress pulled down and Alan sucking her tit, switching from one to the other, the moaning noises she was making, how her fingers were shaking when she undid the zipper on her dress and pushed it down.

I told her how big her eyes were when she saw how big he was, how she’d asked him to fuck her, wanting him to be her first; “You spread your legs apart, held his cock in your hand, right at your pussy and asked him to go slow, since it was your first time.” I went on telling her how her breathing had changed when his cock disappeared inside her; her scream when he broke her hymen; that he’d waited inside her until she started moving underneath him. It was all so fresh in my mind, like I was watching it all over again.

How her hips thrust up, and she told him, “Now, Alan, make love to me.” I told her that was when I knew his name.

Dani’s eyes were big, her breathing deep. Was she remembering it, too, just the way I was describing it to her?

I went on, “You scratched his back, when he was thrusting in and out of you. Screamed when you both came.” Dani’s expression had changed. Her eyes were closed. Her right hand had moved to her left breast, underneath her nightgown, pinching her nipple.

When I described the last I’d watched, her legs up over Alan’s shoulders, him pounding inside her, the real-life present Dani moaned.

After I stopped, I sat down on the bed beside Dani and rubbed my hand up her leg. The jacket in my other hand was nearly forgotten. Telling her what I’d seen had made me horny as hell. And Dani, too, obviously.

“That’s how it happened, wasn’t it?” I whispered.

“It… it did… that’s how I remember it… so long ago…” so softly from her mouth.

My hand went underneath the covers, up the inside of Dani’s thigh, to the pubic hair between her legs. She rolled over on her side toward me, lips finding mine. “He kissed you that night… made you moan.”

I felt her tongue pressing between my lips, the vibrations of her moan. Her memories of that night brought back powerful emotions. Dani changed, the normal, quietly loving woman I’d been married to for twenty-eight years had become a woman possessed.

We’d fucked the night before, after I got home, harder than we ever had before, like the last time I watched Dani and Alan, her legs up over my shoulders. This time… Dani was on fire. My cock was hard. She was on her hands and knees, me behind her, listening to her cries, feeling her slamming her body back into me with every thrust, pressing my cock deep inside her.

Afterward, we lay in bed, sated from our lovemaking, I was fifty. It was the first time in years, maybe a decade or more, that we’d had sex twice in a single night. And never like this. “Was it the only time?” I asked Dani.

She hesitated, like she was unsure how to answer me, “No,” she finally said, “it was all that school year… and the following summer. Until we both went to college… in separate parts of the country.”

I knew that Dani had gone to Columbia Basin Community College, then Washington State to get her teacher’s degree. That was where we met. I barely remembered her from high school, just as a cheerleader and the star player on the girls’ basketball team. Our enrollment was over fifteen-hundred; I had no idea she was at Wazzu until a single’s dance. She came over to talk to me, realizing we’d gone to the same high school and we hit it off almost instantly and have been together since.

I thought about Dani and Alan, how long they’d been together and even that first time, she’d told him, ‘I love you.’ After almost a year, how emotionally involved must she have been? No wonder she’d never wanted to talk about him.

“Parents know?” I asked her.

“They knew we were dating, liked him. He was a nice guy,” she told me.

“Not about the…?

She looked at me like maybe I was from Mars. “Sex?” she laughed, “hardly. Not exactly something I’d announce to my parents.”

In the discoveries of the morning, what had started it all, my incredible evening, was almost completely forgotten. With no explanation, Dani picked up her phone, did some scrolling, and a moment later, “Oh my god!” her face turning white.

She handed her phone to me, there was a video of me… leaving her parents’ house, wearing the plaid, wool jacket, getting into the Honda, and driving away. I looked at the time stamp on the video, 12:47 am October 26, 2019. The same time as I’d left their house.

My face must have turned just as white as Dani’s. There was proof, her parent’s security camera – it had actually happened, just like I’d ‘dreamed’ it.

“There was nothing before that… or after,” she said. There wouldn’t have been. What happened before that had happened thirty-two years earlier. We’d all gone into the house in 1987 and I’d come out in 2019. Dani and Alan wouldn’t have been in the house by the time I’d come out, either, so there’d be no video of them leaving.

The question was how? It simply wasn’t possible. Except, it had. There was proof. That… and the jacket.

She looked at me with a stricken look on her face, “There’s something… I didn’t tell you, didn’t even think about…” she started, “last night… I… I was out with Jen, we were having dinner at The River House… then… I don’t remember…” Her friend, Jenny, since forever, grade school, I think, Maid of Honor at our wedding. I thought back to last night… Jenny was at that homecoming dance. As a matter of fact, she was one of the homecoming princesses.

Okay, this was weird. “You don’t remember? What?”

“We were having dinner, then I was here, in bed… like time in-between was just… gone, nothing.”

She sat quietly for a minute, then got her phone and called Jenny. I heard her end of the conversation, asking her about last night, “Yeah, me too,” I heard Dani say.

When she clicked off the phone, her hands were shaking and she looked up at me, “Jen – same thing. She doesn’t remember… almost like we were both drugged. She was home when she became aware.”

Holy… crap! They were… in 1987! I wondered if everyone – at the game, at the dance, had the same blank in time. I thought back to who was there. The only name that came to mind that I was sure about was Oliver Newson, ‘Ollie’ as he was affectionately known. He owned the old service station that was torn down for the new convenience store. I remembered him because he was the announcer at the football game. It was something he did for all the high school sports, for decades it seemed. He’d be probably eighty-something now and lives in a retirement home last I heard. I wondered how I could think of a way to ask him about last night, if he lost a few hours, too.

Except I didn’t even know where he was. His wife had died several years ago and all I knew was that he moved into a retirement home. Something to think about, though.

Dani and I looked all over the internet to see if there was any real record of anything like it happening, other than sci-fi. We never found a thing. Not surprising, if it had, who would admit it? They’d be institutionalized. Dani erased the video from her parents’ security cam, too, after she copied the file to her tablet.

We never mentioned it to anyone else, I could just see that conversation, ‘Oh, by the way, I stepped out of the house in 2019 and it was 1987 by the time I got to the car, the old Ford. Oh, yeah, I watched my wife fuck her boyfriend that night in high school, too.’ Yep, that would be a good conversation starter.

Other than that, we let the strange happenings slip away from our everyday consciousness. It had happened, there was no explanation, and there wasn’t a damn thing we could do to change either fact.

The lingering after-effect was our lovemaking. Night-time activities took on a whole new dimension. I think Dani’s reminder of her first love kicked something over in her psyche. Me too, I had no idea something like that could be so long-lasting erotic.

And it was, erotic as hell thinking about Dani and her boyfriend. That vision was never far from my mind and every time, my cock responded. And the little she told me about her boyfriend had only whetted my appetite.

The following Friday, exactly a week after ‘the event’, we went to bed, both of us horny and made love. No, that’s not exactly accurate – we fucked, Dani on her hands and knees, me behind, driving her head into the mattress with each thrust.

Afterward, when we could talk again, I was determined to find out more. “How long had you and Alan been dating before that night?” I asked her.

She let out a little sigh, looked at me, and asked, “You sure you want to go there?”

“Just curious,” I told her, “I know it was a long time ago, but I’ve been wondering about it.”

She sat up, leaning against the headboard, her bare boobs enticing me. I sat up beside her and rolled a nipple between my fingers, just waiting.

“Mmm, that feels good, I like it,” right before she craned her head sideways and gave me a short kiss on the lips. “You know how much I love you, right?”

“Love you too, babe, more than I could ever imagine loving someone when I was a kid.”

“So, to answer your question… that was our first date. That kiss we have the picture of – it was our first.” She must have recognized the shock on my face. I’d assumed they’d been dating for some time before then and that night was kind of the result of, I don’t know, a long buildup, sort of like it had been when Dani and I were dating a long time before our first time.

She smiled at me, “Hope that doesn’t spoil your opinion of your wife,” then she went on, “we were in several classes together, sat together study hall, last period. We talked a lot and I got to liking him. He was new in school and I guess a lot of the kids were kind of apprehensive about the ‘black kid’, so he didn’t have many friends, even if he was really good playing football.” She paused a bit to take a breath, then continued, “I didn’t have a boyfriend when I was picked for the homecoming court, so asked Alan if he’d escort me. Guess you know the rest.”

I nodded, one thing I hadn’t mentioned to her about last week, “I was at the dance, too, until you left.” By then I was just gently massaging her breast, squeezing her nipple between a couple fingers. She likes that, always has.

“Afterward?” I asked her, “you said you were with him the rest of the year?”

“Uhuh, we pretty much spent weekends together, went to dinner or a movie, dances whenever there was one… and fucked every chance we got.” She hesitated with a little giggle, “We learned together. You know how with you and me, it got better and better… as we got to know each other? Well, it was the same with me and Alan… and then that first time he spanked me…”

Whoa, what? Spanked! Dani recognized the shock on my face, “I don’t remember what excuse he used, I remember saying that I’d done something bad and deserved a spanking. I was scared but kinda turned on by it, too, even before he started. It hurt but just seemed so sexy. I almost came… and then when he drove his cock in me…”

Damn! I couldn’t even think when the last time I’d been this hard right after making love with Dani, especially, the kind of sex we’d just had. “We’ve never, you’ve never…”

“I know. That’s just not the relationship you and I have. And no, I don’t miss that, I love how you and I make love, sometimes hard… like a little while ago. But you’re not the kind of guy to spank a girl and I love you for who you are.”

She seemed sincere. And we did have a darn good sex life, even after twenty-eight years. Maybe not like way back when, but still…

And how that idea turned me on! I just didn’t think I could, though.

But Dani wasn’t finished. “He wanted to put a mattress in the back of his pickup but it was too cold… that didn’t come until the following summer.” She got a big grin on her face, “And oh, how we did enjoy that mattress!”

“Really, hon? I think someone likes hearing about all this, doesn’t he?” as her hand wrapped around my engorged cock. “I think we can find a use for this, don’t you?”

She sat up, turned around, straddled my waist, and slid her hot, juicy-wet pussy down over my stick. “Ohh, I was needing this,” she moaned. I let out a groan right along with her. She’d made me so freakin’ horny!

“Now, where were we?” as she ground herself down on my pelvis. Oh, God! I couldn’t believe we were doing this within minutes of that orgasm. But, shit, she felt so good! I put my hands on her hips and pulled her down a little tighter. Her tits just happened to be right in front of my face, too, not to be ignored. She gave me another moan when I took her nipple in my mouth.

I thought about Alan sucking her tit when they were in high school, wondered aloud, “Anyone else?” as we ground our pelvises together and I sucked her breast in my mouth.

“Ohh, that feels so good! No, not until you…” she hesitated, “except… spring vacation. I went to the coast with Mom and Dad, was so horny away from Alan all week.” God, my cock was getting bigger inside her. We tried to stay like that but it was getting harder. “Got home Saturday, I called him and we made plans for a movie, but his cousin, same age as us, was visiting so he asked if it’d be okay if he went with us.”

She hesitated, seemingly in thought, her eyes closed, pumped her body up and down a couple times on my cock eliciting a groan from both of us, then, “His name was Tevin, turned out to be a nice kid.” She hesitated, a smile on her face, “Nice looking, too. After the movie, we went back to his house. I don’t know where Alan’s parents were, he never said.” Another long pause, grinding her body down on me, “Alan and I were on the couch kissing, Tevin on the love seat… watching. Alan whispered in my ear, ‘Tev’s never been with a girl.’ I knew what he meant, what he wanted. And I was horny, I wanted it too.”

I groaned, couldn’t take it any longer, pushed Dani up, needing to finish what we were doing. She admonished me, “No, not until I’ve told you.. all of it.”

Another groan, a frustrated one, and instead of my hands on her hips, I wrapped them around her body, pulling her tit into my mouth a little harder.

I heard a whimper, then, “I went in the bedroom… had makeup there, was shaking so bad could hardly put on my lipstick, perfume… and took my bra off.” Another moan when I switched to her other nipple. She rocked back and forth a little, and continued, “I sat down next to Tevin… put my hand on his cheek and pulled his face toward me. He looked down, saw I’d taken my bra off. I still remember the look on his face right before I kissed him.”

I closed my eyes, picturing my wife in my mind, hearing her voice, almost hypnotically, “That’s it, close your eyes, picture me prying his lips open with my tongue, feeling his tongue with mine.” She pulled my mouth up to hers and kissed me, her soft lips parting, her tongue in my mouth, flicking up and down, her pelvis rocking back and forth on me. Then, pulling away maybe an inch, “I’d forgotten about that night, but I remember it all now, how soft his lips were, so eager.

“I put his hand on a button of my blouse, felt how his fingers were shaking when he unbuttoned it… then his hands on my tits…”

Oh God, I grimaced, feeling the cum rising in my cock, no, no, no! I didn’t want to come yet, but no way was it going to be stopped. Too late! I grabbed Dani’s hips and thrust up. I was already inside her, but… God! I heard the loud groan coming from my mouth as I erupted inside her, felt the walls of her vagina tightening, squeezing the cum from me. And then Dani was every much a participant as me, up and down, slamming our pelvises together. She let out a loud moan, spasming around my cock, draining the cum from me.

“Wow, that hasn’t happened for a while – twice within… what, twenty minutes or so. Guess you must be enjoying my little story?”

We’d collapsed beside each other. Or, maybe it’d be more accurate to say that Dani collapsed. I was already prone, but it took a few minutes before I could even think again. Holy shit, that had hit suddenly and powerfully!

I glanced over at her, “That what this is, just a story?” Whatever, it sure as hell had had the desired effect. So, how much was nothing but fiction, I wondered. Made up, to wind my clock. If it was, it sure as hell had worked.

She giggled, “Oh no, it’s all real… guess I was just worried that you’d be upset if you knew what kind of girl I was,” turning toward me, “that I am NOT anymore,” she added.

“So there really was a kid named Tevin?”

She grinned, nodding, “And he was Alan’s cousin; tall, probably six-four or so, thin… and black, lots darker-skinned than Alan… sooo good looking! And sexy… his hands were all over my naked tits. And yes, I was fuckin’ horny that night… and do you want to hear the rest of the story?”

I nodded. Hell yes, I wanted the rest of the story.

“Good, because I want to relive it. It’s all coming back like it was yesterday.” I watched her; she closed her eyes and it was almost like she was in a trance, one hand between her legs, rubbing herself.

“I found out that night that Alan wasn’t the jealous type, or at least he didn’t show it. Tevin and I, sat on the couch kissing, his hands all over me. Somehow, my blouse came the rest of the way off and so did his shirt. He was smaller than Alan, kinda skinny … but he could kiss. I told him he could suck my breasts… and oh god, it felt so good when he did.

“When it came to the point that I couldn’t take any more, I led him into our bedroom.” She hesitated a little bit, eyes still closed, smile on her face, two fingers buried in her pussy, “By then I thought of it as ‘our’ bedroom, not just Alan’s… at least when his parents weren’t there.

“I pushed my skirt off and lay down on the bed. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that I took my panties off when I took my bra off. I was hoping he’d discover it on the couch. Guess he didn’t realize what he could have been doing with his hands. He was pretty nervous”

I was having a hard time realizing this was still my wife talking – especially with what she was doing with her fingers. I simply had had no idea!

“I spread my legs apart so he’d see what he was about to get.” She paused her story, plunging her fingers in and out, bucking her hips, and moaning. She added a third finger all the way to her knuckle. I was picturing her in my mind, this pretty eighteen-year-old cheerleader, my future wife, naked and knees spread for this kid who’d never seen a naked girl before. Dani and I had just made love twice and I was hard all over again!

“I was bare. Alan liked me smooth. I told Tevin I wanted him inside me… watched him take his pants off. Alan was there, too, watching. Then…” Her fingers pressed inside her and she moaned, bucking her hips, “He wasn’t thick, like Alan, but longer… ” Another long hesitation while her fingers slipped in and out and she moaned.

“I told him I wanted him inside me. He just looked at me with this strange look on his face and mumbled that he didn’t know what to do. I took his hands and pulled him to me; asked him to kiss me…” I watched her, eyes still closed, a look of lust on her face, fingers buried deep in her pussy. I wanted it to be my cock, for a third time that night! But I also didn’t want to interrupt.

She lay there for a long time, fingers buried, not moving. I’d started to wonder if she was going to finish, when, “I held his cock, pointed it between my pussy lips, God I wanted him… and he pushed… sooo good!” Her fingers started moving inside her again.

Dani was breathing hard, panting, her words slurred, almost like she was drunk, “He fucked me… so hard!”

She squeezed her eyes shut, her face twisted, her body spasmed, and her fingers dug deeper into her pussy. Dani was giving herself a huge orgasm. If I hadn’t just come twice, I’d have been doing the same thing, ejaculating into my hand.

She was still breathing hard when her body calmed down. Her eyes opened and her hand, the one still wet with her pussy juice, wrapped around my cock. Without saying a word, she scooted down and started sucking. You have to understand, Dani doesn’t do this. I can count on one hand the number of times she’s sucked my cock in our twenty-eight years, probably excluding the thumb and little finger. Maybe even the middle finger, too, and that’s counting this time.

Needless to say, I was shocked… and fuckin’ horny! Yeah, I’d come twice, but hearing that story of her and Tevin had really done a number on my libido. I was about as hard as I ever have been. My eyes must have been about to pop out of my head from the pressure in my brain. I know that sex is mostly mental, which listening to that story pretty much proved, but damn, it’s physical, too! And I was getting the physical side right then, with Dani’s lips wrapped around my cock.

It felt like her mouth was milking me, lips sliding up and down, her cum-soaked hand squeezing, I gripped Dani’s hair on both sides of her head, leaned my head back and groaned, bucking my hips up while I held her head.

God, the feeling! I can’t even begin to describe it. I know if it hadn’t been for those two other times, I’d have come the instant her lips touched the head. As it was, the feeling just went on and on as even more cum started to rise with that incredible pre-orgasmic bliss.

I kept expecting her to pull her mouth away, as she had all those numerous other times. But no – the closer I was getting, the harder Dani sucked. When it became inevitable, I tried to tell her, “I…I…” before a loud groan escaped me and there was no more pulling off. My hands were tangled in her hair, and she didn’t even make an effort to resist my pulling her mouth down on my cock. The instant before I erupted, the vision flitted through my head of Dani naked guiding Tevin’s cock inside her pussy.

I exploded and Dani sucked. She had to be swallowing it but I had no idea. The intensity was just plain mind-blowing.

When it was over, Dani snuggled up to me and kissed my cheek. “I’d forgotten how much fun that can be,” she said with a little giggle.

“All I can say is wow, that was incredible!” I told her

We lay on the bed together for a little while when a question popped into my mind, “Alan, how did he react with your little escapade with Tevin?”

“How do you think…?” she looked back up at me, waiting for an answer, I guess. When I didn’t have one, she continued, “He fucked me! Rolled me over on my hands and knees and said he was going to show Tevin how it was supposed to be done.” She hesitated, then, “That shock you, your pretty cheerleader wife with two guys in one night?”

Hell, I didn’t know how to answer that. Yeah, surprise, mostly. And after watching that night with Alan, I knew she probably wasn’t exaggerating. All I could think to say was, “You miss it? The…”

She interrupted, “Hon, we’ve been married for twenty-eight wonderful years. I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful life than we have. There’s nothing to miss.”

“But… the hot sex… we don’t… at least not like that. And the way you describe it, was so hot… besides, look what it did to you just talking about it.”

“Uhuh, it was hot. And I loved it. But still… and talking about it was fun, the remembering, but not something I could ever do again… I’m not that girl anymore.” She kissed me on the lips and I noticed that slightly odd taste from her mouth, “Besides, I have you now, don’t need guys like that.”

I wondered. I’d seen that look on her face when she was telling me about Tevin.

One more question popped in my mind, “You see him after that? Tevin?”

She shook her head, “Alan took me home after… his parents were coming home and I couldn’t stay the night. Tevin had to go home Sunday. Alan mentioned him a few times, mostly teasing me, but no, never saw him again after that night.”

It was late. We snuggled our naked bodies together and I realized what a lucky man I was. Before long, Dani’s breathing changed and I wasn’t far behind her in falling asleep.

The kids came home for a very normal Thanksgiving, none the wiser about the night that had rocked our world or anything that came after. Then the same thing Christmas. We had a wonderful Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with all our family at home.

New Year’s Eve, the ‘kids’ were off doing their own thing, leaving Mom and Dad home alone. We got out a little vodka and orange juice and were feeling pretty well by midnight. Just as the ball was dropping in Times Square, Dani and I kissed. Immediately after, I mentioned for the first time since that night when she’d told me about Tevin, almost exactly two months earlier, “Bet you and Alan kissed on New Year’s, didn’t you?”

She smiled, and with the slight alcohol odor in her breath, whispered to me, “We did a lot more than kiss…” letting her statement just lie there.

Okay, I was half tipsy. We both were, or what happened probably never would have. “You ever have any contact with him after…?”

“Mmm, you mean after… he was a star at Georgia… or for the Bucs?”

I looked at her in surprise, she hadn’t mentioned that, “What? He was in the NFL?”

“Mmhmm, fourteen years, Tampa Bay Bucs. You don’t remember seeing about local kid in the NFL?”

“That was him? Alan Ryder?” That was a shock, I sure as hell hadn’t made that connection. She’d never mentioned his last name. Alan Ryder was famous; wide receiver – Tampa Bay Bucs, three times in the Pro Bowl, Super Bowl ring. “So you did keep track of him?” I’d wondered why Dani was always so interested in watching the Bucs when they were on.

“Mmhmm, you jealous?”

“Depends, you still got the hots for him?” mostly just kidding, sort of, wondering if my almost drunk Dani would be a little more candid about her old boyfriend than she’d been that night when she told me about Tevin.

She picked up her tablet, googled ‘Alan Ryder’. A whole series of websites popped up, along with several pictures. She clicked on one, a closeup of him in his Bucs uniform, nice looking guy; broad shoulders, chocolate-brown skin, nice face, younger, but the picture was probably ten-fifteen years ago. “Show me a red-blooded girl that wouldn’t… especially if she’d…”

She didn’t have to finish that statement – experienced his big dick inside her, quite often.

Like I said, I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if it hadn’t been for the alcohol.

“Mmm, maybe you should be a little jealous,” she said, scanning down through his Wikileaks article. “Single, never married, what possibilities!” she giggled. “Think he’d remember an old high school girlfriend?”

She was teasing me. She wouldn’t. Would she?

I decided to call her on it. If I’d had any wits about me at all, I’d have let it drop, but oh no, the idiot blundered on.

“Find him, email him, I double-dog dare you.”

“Ha, you think I won’t, don’t you?”

“Well, first, I doubt you can. It’s been years since he retired.” Wow, it dawned on me when I said that, what must it be like to retire in your mid-thirties, a multi-millionaire! “And no, I don’t think you would, anyway. And he’s probably fat and bald by now, too.” Yeah, that’d get me off the hook.

About two minutes later, she showed me the Facebook page of Alan Ryder, ex NFL player, current restaurant owner in Tampa.

That made me raise my eyebrows at her, “Restaurant owner?” I asked her.

“I’m not surprised, he loved to cook. Could cook anything and never used a recipe. Mmm, I still remember his deep-fried ice cream.”

She showed me the pictures on his page. Didn’t look fat. Or bald. Of course, he was a wide receiver, not a six-hundred-pound lineman. Maybe time to be jealous. Especially if he could cook.

“Still think I can’t do it?” she asked me with another giggle. His site was active, too, lots of pictures, lots of posts, a lot about his restaurant. It looked pretty damned high-class, too.

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t message him. That’s a little different than finding a Facebook page.”

She glared at me, then clicked on the ‘add friend’ button. Her profile picture still looks so much like she did in high school that he wouldn’t have any doubt who Daniella Shore was, even if her last name is different.

We went to bed with Dani giggling about what she’d done. Once there, she teased me about ‘Alan’, how much fun it would be to meet with him again. “Think I should shave it all off again?” with another giggle. She kept herself neat ‘down there’, but never bare, like I just remembered her saying that Alan liked. That kind of flew over my head that night. After all, other things were happening.

I still thought that in the morning when the alcohol effect had worn off, she’d delete the friend request. Can you do that? After all, it had been thirty years. But the fantasy led to quite a New Year’s night. Thankfully, I hadn’t consumed enough alcohol for my vital body part to not function properly. Neither had Dani.

ooOoo

“Omigod, omigod, look who messaged me.” It was New Year’s Day, late afternoon. We’d finished dinner with our little family and Dani had checked her Facebook page on her tablet. “I’d forgotten all about that.” So had I. Actually, it took me a minute to remember the conversation from the night before. We’re not used to alcohol. She showed me the message that she’d gotten along with his friending, ‘Yo, babygirl, recognize that beautiful face anywhere. Where you been all my life? You more beautiful than I even remember.’

“Babygirl?” I asked her.

Her face turned red with a cute blush, “That’s the nickname he gave me. After one of our more… energetic evenings,” she explained.

I was beginning to think that the playfulness of the night before might not have been such a great idea. I remember kidding about jealousy, but now it was there for real. This guy was real and he had the hots for my wife. He’s rich, good-looking, wide shoulders, arms that look like they’re made of muscle, big dick (well, at least that wasn’t in the picture)… and single. And I could tell from the way my Dani was intently scrolling through his FB page that she was enthralled with him, too. That night I witnessed with my own eyes how Dani had reacted to his lovemaking flashed through my mind. Her repeated denials that she missed that life seemed a little thin to me. Jealous? Hell yeah!

What I’d seen that night from 1987 and heard later kept going through my mind, It’s kind of like unseeing some of those gross people pictures at Walmart that pop up occasionally. You can try, but it lingers on. Jealous wasn’t the half of it!

Especially when I come back to the present and my wife is madly typing out a message. She’s there on her keyboard, licking her lips, like she’s intent on flirting with some lucky guy. Dani’s normally a pretty conservative dresser. She pretty much has to be as a high school teacher.

Occasionally, though, she’ll put on some short, skimpy dress and we’ll go out to an adult place where we can have a nice dinner and dancing. She’ll see some good-looking guy and flirt with him from a distance, licking her lips as she meets his eyes like she’s savoring something (can’t imagine what). A time or two, the guy has even come over and asked if she’d like to dance and she’s accepted. Pretty sure she’s given lots of guys blue balls of what ‘could have been’. It’s fun for both of us. I’ve always reaped the rewards afterward, which have been substantial.

And I have no doubt that lots of high school boys have had the fantasy, too. She teaches biology, botany, and general science. I sure as hell don’t remember any teachers who looked like her, especially science teachers.

Dani always dressed very appropriately in knee-length dresses, pantsuits, or just a blouse and jeans at school, but, hell, she could dress in a bag and look sexy. Still, at forty-nine.

She turned her tablet toward me, trying to get my attention, showing me the message she’d typed. “Think I should send it?” she’d interrupted my thoughts, and I apologized for my wandering mind. I looked at what she’d written, ‘Alan, can’t help but remember the good times we had together. I watched every one of your games that I could. Congrats on that Super Bowl win!’

I’d forgotten how excited Dani was when the Bucs won the Super Bowl. Now I know why.

Hell no, I didn’t want her to send that message! ‘Can’t help but remember the good times we had.’ The fucking, she meant. But, but, the hardness between my legs sure as hell wanted her to.

“Well, send or delete?” she asked again, when I wasn’t answering her.

I looked up at her expectant face. She was having some fun. So was I, to be honest. What harm was there? “Send it,” I told her.

We waited for a response, but none came. He’d apparently left his computer.

I had to work the next day, Dani was off until school started again on Monday, the sixth. I always remembered school starting on the second of January, even if it was a Friday. Kids have it so easy, now. Dani didn’t look at her tablet before I left and promised she wouldn’t until I got home, anticipating another message from Alan. I know it was killing her with curiosity, though.

Me, too, to be honest. I spent most of the day pondering where this thing with him would go; just Facebook friends… or something more? The idea of the ‘something more’ was so tantalizing to me, but scary as hell, too. Hell, the guy is single and was every girl’s dream guy! It wouldn’t be nearly so bad if he was happily married, like we are. That night with my eighteen-year-old Daniella just played in a never-ending circle in my mind. At least one consolation, he’s on the other side of the country, three-thousand miles away.

But the ‘what-if’ sure as hell had my cock straining in my pants behind the counter, my customers none-the-wiser! Dammit. Those occasional nights out took on a lot more significance, too; how wet and horny Dani always was afterward, especially if she’d found some good-looking guy to flirt with.

Dani was nonchalant when I got home. I was chomping at the bit, wondering about a message, but she acted like she didn’t have a care in the world as she fixed dinner. She asked me about work; we own a little, independent auto-parts store that does pretty well. We deliver parts within about a thirty-mile radius of the Tri-Cities. Our customers have come to trust our reliability and American-made products. Between it and Dani’s teaching job, we’re pretty well off. Not rich, but comfortable.

Anyway, back to the elephant in the room that Dani hadn’t even acknowledged existed. After dinner, we sat down to watch a little TV before bed. At least she did. I wasn’t the least bit interested in anything except her Facebook. I had to finally ask, “Get any messages today?”

“Don’t know, never checked.” She tried to act like she wasn’t particularly interested, but I noticed her fingers shaking when she picked up her tablet. There was one chat message, Dani’s finger was shaking when she pressed on it. Showed from Alan Ryder, ‘I remember those times, too. You should know, that’s why I’m still single. No one could ever come to the standard you set. Hope we can meet again sometime.’

I read through it again, as Dani did, too. Finally, she said, “Well, that’s not going to happen. I’m not going to meet up with him,” then under her breath, almost like she was trying to convince herself, “not that girl anymore.” I kind of wondered if ‘that girl’ might be hidden away somewhere, just waiting to be released again. Kind of an exciting… and scary thought.

She seemed pretty adamant that she wasn’t going to see him again. I wasn’t so certain but wasn’t going to push her, either way. I dunno, I half hoped she would. Even though I knew I’d be half out of my mind with jealousy if she ever did. And the thought didn’t escape me that there was likely a reason she was so determined – she was afraid of what might happen if she did.

In thirty-plus years, nobody has lived up to the standard she set? Wow! He would have had his choice of women, too. Of course, I’ve lived with her for twenty-eight of those years and could sure imagine that could be the case. But, what if? How would he react if they ever did meet again? Sure as hell sounded like there was still a flame inside him for his ex-girlfriend.

And something sure as heck had made Dani wet and slippery when my fingers worked their way underneath her panties later that night. Maybe she didn’t have the old flame, but the hot embers were sure as hell alive and well, just waiting for a spark to fan them back to life.

Over the next month, Dani had an ongoing, occasional conversation with Alan, but she showed them to me and there was nothing particularly sexual. A little flirting back and forth, reminiscing about their year of dating, but nothing far out of line. I guess your wife flirting with an old lover at all is somewhat out of line, but I didn’t mind and she seemed to enjoy her conversations with him, so what was the harm? It sure didn’t seem that it was going to go any further than Facebook friends. She’d told him about me and our two kids, so he was well aware that she wasn’t available.

Until the first of February, that is. She showed me the message she got from him that Saturday. ‘Babygirl,’ I wasn’t so sure about his use of that kind of familiar nickname, but so be it, ‘I’m opening a new restaurant on the fifteenth. Love to have you and Robert as my guests.’

“No, I don’t think we should do that,” Dani told me. I’m almost ashamed to admit it, but the more reluctant she was, the more I wanted to. Because I think I knew why she was so hesitant. She was afraid of what would happen and I wanted to see it.

“Why? You followed his career, I know you’ve been talking to him, he wants to see you again. I’ll be there, nothing will happen.” Yeah, right, as if that would deter this guy. To him, she’s still his ‘babygirl’.

She hesitated, “You want to?” sounding surprised that I could be in favor of it.

I nodded, “It sounds like fun to me. And sure, I’d love to meet a celebrity football star.” I smiled at her, “Besides, we’d get a really good free meal out of it.”

“I don’t know, still don’t think it’s a good idea. But if you…” and she typed out a reply, showed it to me when she was done, ‘We talked about it. Sounds like fun.”

It was about three minutes later when she got a reply back, ‘Wonderful! You can either stay at my house or I’ll make you a hotel reservation. Let me know when you want to come and I’ll make a flight reservation, too.’

“His ho…” I started to say before Dani interrupted.

“A hotel,” she said, not opening it up for discussion. “And we should make our reservation.”

Pretty clearly, she didn’t want to be beholden to him, make him feel like she owed him anything. At least that was how I interpreted it. I could understand that.

After telling him that we’d make our reservations, his response was, ‘Fine, at least let me meet you and loan you a car while you’re here. I’d suggest The Meridian, it’s close to my restaurant and very nice. Let me know your flight schedule.’

It all seemed very clinical, but sure as hell wasn’t ‘clinical’ in my mind! Virtually every night after she’d been messaging with him, she was on fire in bed. His name never came up during, but he was there, in her brain, nevertheless. And he sure as hell had the hots for Dani.

Color me stupid, but I wanted… hell, I didn’t even know what I wanted, except, I guess, to see how Dani would react to her first lover; this sexy, well-endowed guy… and hoped there’d be fireworks. Dani, as far as I knew, had no idea what was going on in my head. I wanted ‘whatever’ to be spontaneous. The thought never entered my head that seeing my current wife with another guy would be completely different than watching my eighteen-year-old future wife. That perhaps I wouldn’t be able to live with the reality vs the fantasy.

Now I know what you’re probably thinking – he’s single, hot for my wife, and all those other good things. What if she decides that all those ‘good things’ outweigh the twenty-eight-year life we’ve built, our family and everything else. I thought I knew her better than that. She might be seduced (I hope) but she’ll still happily be my wife afterward. (said how many ex-husbands, but I digress)

Dani texted him back that we’d take care of all of it and I made us hotel reservations for Friday and Saturday nights and flight reservations for Friday and Sunday. It’s about a six-hour flight to Tampa from Seattle plus another three with the layover in Seattle for our connecting flight from Pasco, so we both had to take all day Friday off. Dani put in for the personal leave and I told Jacob, my assistant manager, that I was going to be gone Friday through Monday.

When we told our two kids that we were going to Tampa for the weekend to see a high school friend of Mom’s, they thought it was cool as we’d never been anywhere like that. When they found out it was Alan Ryder, Jon’s (our son) eyes got big, “THE Alan Ryder, Tampa Bay Buccaneers? Mom, you never said you knew him!” When Jon was still a kid, he always sat in front of the TV, watching the Bucs with Dani, and his hero, Alan Ryder, from Kennewick.

To say that he was impressed was a bit of an understatement. Of course, Dani never mentioned just how well she knew Alan Ryder and every square inch of his naked body.

Jodi, on the other hand, couldn’t have cared less. Like Jon, she thought it was cool we were going, but as far as Alan Ryder, had no idea who he was. Needless to say, she had never been a football fan, except in high school.

Two weeks later, we were on a jet on our way to Tampa and I had no idea what potentially, life-changing events there might be three-thousand miles from home.