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After The Reunion Ch 19-e free porn video
Sunday afternoon, Nov 5, 2028
Addie got home a little after four. She still looked the same; she acted like Addie, sounded like Addie, greeted me with the kiss I expected. I don’t know what else I expected. Maybe it was me with the guilty conscience. Her first words were, “Kids? Where are they?”
At least it wasn’t, “Who the hell did you fuck last night?”
“They’re spending the night with Nicki. She wanted to take them to a movie.”
She frowned, “That’s disappointing. I like coming home to them.”
I didn’t tell her they were there since yesterday morning. “I’m sorry, but they begged. Really wanted to go to that movie with Nicki and Livvy. I told Nicki we’d pick them up about a quarter after seven.”
I know, I should have told her right then. But I wanted to hear about the rest of hers and Nick’s night first. She must have been reading my mind, “Take me to dinner and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
Hell yeah! I wasn’t going to pass up that opportunity. There’s a restaurant called The Stagecoach that we’ve heard about but never been. We climbed in the van and just out of curiosity, I said, “Abbie, The Stagecoach.”
The map on the big screen came to life, showing the route, then the car backed itself out of the driveway and turned left, toward town.
It was a twenty-minute drive of not touching the wheel, letting the car take us, literally. I could get used to this! Like having a chauffer-driven limo. “You enjoy driving this, don’t you?” I commented to Addie.
“I do… of course, ‘enjoy’ is relative. Some things are MUCH more enjoyable,” I glanced over at her, sitting there with a Cheshire Cat smile on her face, leaving no doubt at all what she was talking about.
The Stagecoach was aptly named. From the outside, it was rustic, looking for all the world like an old-time stagecoach station along the trail; weathered-wood siding, tying rails out front, and a steer horn for a pull on the old, heavy wood door. Inside it was different. Not modern by any means, but polished, I guess you’d call it; like the inside of an old-west, high-end saloon might have been. It reminded me a little of The Cavern, that underground ‘nightclub/restaurant’ in Seattle we went to with T&T that first weekend we’d met them… which reminded me of, what was her name… Paula, the waitress that night.
The lights were all dim, flickering, gas lights on the wall and a big candelabra in the center of the room. They certainly all looked like real gas lights, anyway. The long, polished and carved bar matched the tables with their round-back wooden chairs.
But I wasn’t nearly as interested in the décor as I was in what Addie was about to tell me from last night. I wanted to hear her version of their ‘date’, then the night that followed back at his house.
It was seat yourself, so we found a table along the wall in a corner where it seemed a little more private and the waitress brought us a menu, then my ice tea, and Addie’s strawberry lemonade. Waiting was driving me crazy, but Addie didn’t seem to be in any hurry to tell me the tale. She asked how the kids were over the weekend and I answered honestly that they were great, but missed their mom and were excited to get to go to that movie with Nicki tonight. That was all mostly true, just not exactly everything.
The waitress brought our food: my rib steak and Addie’s crab salad. (crab salad - in a stagecoach station?) It was really good, but still wasn’t what I was interested in.
Finally, she relented after we started eating, “I suppose you want some details about last night?” she asked me.
I nodded, “Please!”
“Well,” she started, “My mom called me on my way home. She said they had a really good dinner… had all their sexy clothes bought and ready… and couldn’t go through with it.” Addie rolled her eyes like she does when she’s mildly irritated (usually at me), “Said they’re already planning another dinner and they know they’ll be ready next time.”
“She say why they couldn’t?” I asked her.
“Just nerves. Next time they’re planning a little liquid reinforcement beforehand,” she laughed.
Our parents don’t drink any more than Addie or I do, maybe even less. Although, less than almost none is still pretty much almost none. I have on rare occasion seen them have a drink. That’s a pretty big commitment on Laura’s part, to say they’re going to use alcohol to bolster their courage.
Anyway, interesting as it was, that wasn’t what I was wanting to hear about. “And you? What about your date?” I finally had to outright ask her. I had thought she was just going to tell me.
“Oh that, I was going to save that for later… at home.”
I groaned, rolling my eyes big time at her. “But… I thought…”
She smiled, an evil grin, “I thought you wanted to know about our parents. That’s what I meant when I said I was going to tell you what you wanted to know.”
I rolled my eyes at her again, “Yeah… but…”
“Later…” was all she’d say with her little laugh.
I don’t even remember the rest of the meal. A perfectly good steak, an expensive one at that, pretty much wasted. She knows how to get under my skin!
We drove home after dinner, my stomach a ball of nerves. I guess I kind of liked it that my mom couldn’t go through with their fashion show, kind of disappointed, too, though.
Once we were home, I carried Addie’s bags in the house for her, then she went in our bedroom, closed the door behind her and I settled down, anticipating another long, excruciating wait. I was surprised as hell when, after only a few minutes, Addie opened the door and said she was ready for me.
I didn’t understand what was going on. Addie was just sitting on the edge of the bed and asked if I needed to use the bathroom. I shrugged but made a potty-stop anyway. It was a little hard because in my anticipation, my cock was quite swollen and the pipe to the bladder plugged off. I managed, though. Peed and peed. Didn’t realize I had that much inside me, probably because of nerves.
When I came out of the bathroom, Addie was waiting for me, still sitting on the bed. She said one word, “Strip.”
I looked at her, my head a little askew, wondering ‘what the hell?’
“Strip,” she said again.
Okay, I was wearing a pullover shirt, so pulled it over my head; then took my shoes and socks off; unbuttoned my pants and slid them off, standing in my boxers.
“All of it.”
Oookay, Addie was still dressed. This seemed weird to me. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? I pushed down my shorts and was naked in front of her, my little man about half inflated. Somehow, even after our ten years together, this was uncomfortable.
Once she had me standing naked, she picked up a blindfold off her nightstand. I hadn’t noticed it sitting there before. This wasn’t the simple tie-behind-the-head cloth that she’d used before. This was a form-fitted, black satin blindfold that had Velcro straps behind my head. She’d apparently been planning this. I wasn’t going to complain, but ‘awkward’ didn’t even begin to describe it. With my headset, I was effectively blindfolded when it wasn’t on, but I was under my own control.
Addie, once again, read my mind, “You trust me?”
Well, yeah I did… sort of. “Yeah, I guess, I think so, anyway.”
She laughed, “Such a vote of confidence from my husband. What, you think I might drug you and torture you or something? Maybe put you on your stomach and spank you?”
“No, I…”
“SOME of us wouldn’t do that, WOULD some of us?”
I think I was beginning to regret that Sunday night.
“Okay, love, lay down… on your back, not your tummy… no spanking.”
I felt for the edge of the bed behind my back, scooted back a little, sat, and then spread out on my back like Addie had asked. I was feeling really, really weird. One by-product of the weirdness was that my cock had about ninety-percent deflated.
I couldn’t see a thing, total blackness. I tried to listen but wasn’t hearing anything, either. Then all of a sudden, I felt Addie gripping my right hand and tugging my arm up and out to the side. “Scoot this way just a bit.” I did, scooting my body over, “No, just your top half, leave your legs where they were.” Okay, I scooted my top over and my legs back over the other way, so I would have been lying on the bed mostly diagonally. I had no clue what she was doing or planning.
Then I felt it and heard it. The ‘click’ of the handcuff around my wrist and my arm pulled tight above my head over toward the top corner of the bed. I started to instinctively pull back when Addie admonished me, “No, don’t pull. You’ll like it, I promise.” Okay, I tried to relax. I trust her. Kind of. I thought of what she’d said two weeks ago, ”Next time, your turn.” Well, apparently, this was ‘next time’.
I knew what was coming and sure enough, a few seconds later, she was gripping my left arm and pulling it up in the opposite direction, then the same click. “Ow,” I told her, “That’s tight. It hurts.”
She released the pressure just a bit, “Better?”
“Yeah… I guess.” I grumbled.
She pulled it tight again, even tighter. “Sorry, sorry, it was fine… please.” She let up on the pressure slightly, enough so that it didn’t hurt at least, although it was still tight enough that I couldn’t move. “Okay,” I told her.
I knew again and was right. The ‘click’ around one ankle, pull tight off to the right, then the other ankle and pulled to the left. I was effectively tied, quartered, and blindfolded.
“One more little thing and we’ll be done. You comfy enough?”
I wasn’t comfortable at all! “Yes, dear, fine,” I told her, not quite panicking at remembering what I’d done to her two weeks ago. But close.
I didn’t feel or hear anything except maybe a drawer. I wasn’t good at this blindfolded-trying-to-decipher-sounds, thing. I was sure I heard Addie’s sexy, “Mmm,” noise. WTF?
A moment later I felt her hand under my head lifting, then another strap behind my head… and something tickling my lips, making me instinctively open my mouth a bit. Oh shit! That ball gag. And it tasted like…
“I hope you like how it tastes, I really enjoyed giving it the flavoring.”
… like Addie’s pussy! That’s what the ‘Mmm’ was.
And my mouth was stuffed full of a pussy-flavored, rubber ball, held by a rubber strap around my head. “Mfft,” I tried to say, then started to gag and almost panic-ridden, breathed through my nose, thinking about nothing else. After just a moment, the gag reflex passed and I was fine. Sort of.
Shit, just an hour ago, Addie and I were sitting happily in The Stagecoach, finishing a good dinner.
“I think we’re done… except I see one more tiny detail that we need to adjust slightly.” Oh shit, what now?
I felt her fingers on my cock, then her lips and tongue. Her lips sucking the head, tongue groping at the tip, her hand up and down on the base. Damn, it felt good! Especially good - the darkness seemed to intensify it. I involuntarily moaned, but no sound came out, except a weak gurgle because of the big rubber ball in my mouth.
Her hot mouth slid slowly down my shaft, that was already hard. Did she do this with Nick last night? Maybe this morning? The combination of the darkness and having been there made that image so much more real. Of course, the very real feel of Addie’s lips moving up and down on me, squeezing was bringing me very quickly… and then she stopped. ‘Nooo!’ I tried to yell out and nothing came out of my mouth except another gurgly noise and maybe a little spit.
I tried pulling at my arms and legs to express my frustration, but the only reaction from Addie was, “I like that much better.” She should. I’d gone from a wet noodle to an almost unbearable, rock-hard shaft in a matter of a couple minutes.
And then… nothing! No noise, no movement, no drawers opening, nothing!
I was listening, trying hard to detect something, anything. I thought maybe I heard footsteps but wasn’t sure. We have a fairly thick carpet in our bedroom and footsteps don’t make noise. Was that a tiny creak from a door opening? Probably not, the doors don’t creak. I just lay there in the darkness and silence, no idea what my wife was doing. I can’t think when I’ve ever felt so freakin’ helpless!
I’d had some experience over the last few months of time creeping by slowly. But nothing like this. How the hell do you describe something that’s so damned indescribable? I flopped my head around, trying to either dislodge the blindfold or the gag in my mouth. What the hell was she doing? Sitting there, just watching me? Gloating that it was finally ‘my turn’?
I heard a noise, stopped flopping my head and listened for another. There were little noises. I have no idea what. Hell, it might have been a damned mouse scurrying across the floor for all I knew. Except we don’t have mice. And the floor’s carpet so it wouldn’t make a noise.
I waited. And waited. And waited. What the FUCK is she doing! I was beginning to think her plan was to just leave me like this all night. Except she had said, “You’ll like it, I promise.” I remembered that; it was those precise words. Well, I wasn’t liking it, not even a tiny bit, at least so far.
I tried again to dislodge the blindfold, gave up and lay there quietly, thinking back to dinner; were there any clues that Addie was going to be doing this to me. She had seemed like the normal, pleasant Adriana. I couldn’t think of a single clue of the evil that was lurking in the recesses of her mind.
Then I felt her hands on my head, lifting it, pulling the Velcro of the blindfold. Then it was gone and my eyes recoiled from the brightness of the room. It took maybe a minute or two before I could actually open my eyes and see. The overhead light was off, but the wall lights on each side of our bed were on.
Addie stood in front of me, a vision, in the white dress from last night. In everything from last night: the gold hoop earrings; red lipstick; black, knee-length, high-heeled boots; black, sheer stockings, the lacy tops showing; a totally bare back; the intoxicatingly feminine perfume; well, I’m assuming that was the perfume from last night, I’d barely gotten a whiff of it when she passed my table so closely.
“You said you wanted a picture of the dress. I thought I’d do even better and bring you the real thing… you like it?”
She did a little pirouette, modeling the dress for me. God, it was sexy! I hadn’t imagined anything from last night that wasn’t there. When she stood in front of me, every detail of her body was exposed, almost like white, bare skin; her nipples, distended and hard. Covered, but every detail showing through, her little baby-bump stretching it even tighter across her tummy.
“It’s Michelle’s. She had it made for a special occasion a long time ago. She thought Nick and I might enjoy it last night. I think he did… wish you’d been there to see us… we danced, he kissed me… all night.”
So she HADN’T seen me! She just admitted it.
“It’s the thinnest, softest leather I’ve ever seen. Makes a girl feel sooo sexy.” She reached behind her neck and unbuttoned a button, beginning to peel it away from her skin. “Nick took it off me last night… he really knows how to undress a girl.”
She pulled it down over her bare breasts, massaging them, pinching her own nipples. “I wish you were undressing me tonight.”
God, did I ever! I pulled at the restraints holding my arms and grunted, letting her know my displeasure… sort of. The story she was starting had me so fuckin’ turned on! And my steel-shaft pointing up was a testament to that fact.
Addie looked down at herself, seeing how distended her nipples were from her excitement. She pushed the leather dress on down her body, over her panties until it fell to the floor. Her hand went underneath the little black panties and she moaned. “Ooh, Mmm,” as she fingered herself. “These are the same panties Jonah ripped off me that night. Nick was a lot more gentle, almost too gentle,” she moaned out. Then she took her hand out from underneath her panties and held her wet fingers to my lips, “I am so wet right now!”
She put one of her feet up on the bed, stretching her panties tight over her pussy lips right in front of where I was looking, tormenting me even more, and undid the boot’s zipper, pushing it off; then the same with the other boot so that she was standing in only the sheer black stockings and tiny panties.
She stepped over to the light switch, dimming the lights, then climbed on the bed, straddling my waist. “You know what I really like about my phone? How it can show on the TV wirelessly.” She turned on the TV and switched the input to ‘Samsung Wireless’, then picked up her phone that had been sitting on the bed.
“I’ve been having fun with the phone, playing with it the last week. Did you know you can set it to record video when it senses motion? And how the lenses will move, tracking the subject? I can even set it to automatically zoom so the subject fills the screen.”
She scooted herself, pressing against my cock, rubbing her hand up and down it, trapping me tight against those silky panties.
She turned the phone on, looked at it, pressed it and a picture appeared on our sixty-five-inch bedroom TV. It was Addie and Nick, just stepping into a room, Addie backward, still fully dressed, except her boots were off, Nick’s mouth all over her, arms wrapped around each other.
She stopped it, mid-something, Addie’s head back, Nick’s mouth on her neck under her chin, “You remember two weeks ago?” she asked me, “You wouldn’t let me come when I was so desperate? Tonight’s your turn. YOU. CANNOT. COME. I’m really horny right now and going to get more so. I don’t know what this is going to do to me or what I might do… well, I have an idea. You control yourself… or I stop and delete the file we’re watching… and leave you tied the rest of the night” I was REALLY regretting that night.
She twisted her body around and looked at me, “That sound fair?”
I answered her the best I could, “Owwa, Eoo, Ahhh,” and frantically rolled my eyes, trying to tell her that I was already so close from just thinking about it that I didn’t think I could.
She apparently, took that as agreement to what she’d said, “Okay, that’s settled, then. I have free rein with your joystick, you control yourself.”
She turned back around, looking back down at her phone while I desperately tried to grunt out something intelligible to tell her, ‘Hell no, I don’t agree!’
She started her video again, rubbing her silk-panty-clad pussy up and down against my already bursting cock.
My eyes temporarily rolled back in my head, but I couldn’t stop myself from watching. Of course, this was the whole reason she’d had me lie diagonally across the bed, so I could see past her to the TV.
Nick was covering her neck and cheek with kisses, Addie’s head back, mouth open, then she leaned her face into him, showering his face with frantic kisses, her hands on his cheeks, grinding her lips to his.
He reached behind Addie’s neck and undid that one button, pulling her dress down over her breasts and kissed down her neck to her left breast, sucking it into his mouth. Addie was looking down at him, hands running through his hair, all the time moaning and the first words I recognized, “Harder, Nick, suck harder.
His lips followed her dress down as it slipped away from her body, hands behind her, pulling her body to him. Addie had thrown her head back, eyes closed, her mouth silently opening and closing in lust.
God, Addie was rubbing me so hard against her panties, moving her pelvis up and down so that she’d literally pushed the panties between her pussy lips with my cock. God, I was trying, but so fuckin’ hard!
Nick’s lips were at the top of Addie’s panties, his mouth open, tongue tormenting her, then starting back up her body. I could tell that Addie was trying to push his lips back down, but he was resisting, bringing his lips back over her breast to her lips, kissing all over her face, his hands holding and caressing her face while he kissed her.
Addie was taking it all in, the lust on her face stronger, more pronounced with every passing second, “Please, Nick, please.”
I heard his voice for the first time, soft, full of his own lust, “Patience, babe, we’ve got all night… and lots more nights.” Oh God! Addie had dipped her fingers inside her, wetting them with her copious pussy juices and smearing on my cock. I tried to close my eyes, to block out what I was seeing, block out what I was hearing and feeling.
Nick picked up my wife, her stocking-clad legs wrapped around his torso. He turned and pressed her against the wall, leaving room between them that Addie tore at his shirt, tearing buttons. Nick frantically pushed his shirt off, baring himself from the waist up. Addie’s hands were up and down his chest, running her fingers through his chest hairs and Nick forced the gap closed between them, Addie’s bare tits against his bare chest, and their lips came together again; not gently, but with the desperate need of two almost-first-time lovers.
The sounds of love weren’t legible, just grunts, kisses and moaning noises. Nick carried her to the bed, laying her on her back and finished taking off his clothes, letting his swollen cock pop out in full view. Like Addie had said, the lens followed them exactly, filling the screen with their bodies.
Addie had scooted up on the bed a little more, and Nick lay down beside her, kissing her and running his hand down her tummy. His lips had moved once again to her breast at the same time as his hand disappeared into her panties.
Then as Addie’s body writhed and moaned with Nick’s hand inside her panties, he moved his lips back to hers, quieting the wailing that had begun to come from her lips. Addie’s fingers were opening and closing, gripping and releasing the bed covers, seemingly outside her control.
The present-time Adriana, the one torturing my cock, pulled her panties aside, forcing my cock into the groove of her soaking wet pussy lips, then let the silk close back over us both, now rubbing me through her panties and her hips up and down, my cock sliding between her pussy lips… just not inside her… where I almost uncontrollably wanted to be!
Nick pulled his fingers out from her panties, his fingers wet with his juices. His hands were shaking as he pushed her panties down and off her. She still had on the sexy, black stockings.
Nick rolled over on top of her. I couldn’t do it, couldn’t watch. I needed to, but couldn’t. I opened my eyes only for a second just as, on our big screen, his cock started to enter her. I felt out of control, couldn’t stop myself from coming. I closed my eyes tightly again and heard Addie’s loud scream of lust on our speakers.
Just in time, Addie rolled away, off of me. I felt a relief that my cock was out from between her panties and pussy, but so fuckin’ close to having lost control and needing to come so fuckin’ bad!
I opened my eyes and looked at her. She’d pulled out a big dildo, something I’d never seen her with before, and was plunging it in and out of her cunt, wailing along with the woman on our TV screen.
I couldn’t look at that woman, the one that was being impaled with Nick’s cock. My eyes glanced at the TV with that woman’s legs wrapped around the guy’s butt as he pumped in and out of her; then back at my wife beside me, her face grimacing and pushing the dildo in and out, humping with every push.
I closed my eyes tightly, listening both to the woman beside me and the same woman on the TV screen, both nearing a climax. I tried to block the sounds from my brain but couldn’t. I even tried grunting loudly to block it, but it was a pretty damned feeble attempt.
The television Addie screamed, “Oh God, Oh God, Nick, Ahhh,” the wailing going on. Nick’s groans were nearly as loud. I didn’t dare open my eyes to see it. Not now. Maybe later, another time, when Addie has released me from my orgasm prison.
The Addie beside me screamed as well. I looked and she was on her back, the dildo making hard, short, quick stabs into her pussy. I could see her muscles straining with each stab, her body writhing.
She finally stopped with it deep inside her, breathing hard, panting. After a moment she pulled it out of her, looked at me and carefully pulled the gag out of my mouth. I was relieved, frantic to get loose. It wasn’t to be, though. Addie put the soaking wet dildo up to my lips and let me taste the tip, licking her juices off it, then running the entire thing over my lips like an ear of corn.
She stopped the video on her phone, telling me and watching me, “There’s lots more. That was just the first time of many. But first, I have a question.”
She hesitated, a long pause, “Who was the pretty redhead with you last night?”
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