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After The Reunion, Ch 19-a free porn video
Saturday morning, October 14, 2028
I watched our new van with my wife driving turn the corner and pass out of my sight. I wasn’t kidding her when I said I was terrified. This situation is so different than anything else we’ve done, sending her off, encouraging her to fall for another guy, a young, probably good-looking, eligible guy. Stupid, stupid, stupid! But I know I couldn’t have stopped her or even myself from wanting this. Maybe I’m totally sick, but I was hard as a rock thinking about Addie with this other guy.
I couldn’t stand there staring down the street all day. Besides, it was getting cold outside. It had rained the night before and the weather report had been snow in the high mountains above six-thousand feet, the first snow of the season.
Which gave me an idea for something to do with the kids that day. I went back in the house and both kids were getting up after we’d woken them a few minutes earlier. I called them out in the living room and asked, “You guys want to go for a ride, up in the snow?”
The ‘snow’ word got their attention. They live for snow. Katie surprised me when she asked, “Can Livvy go?” I guess with our ‘babysitting’ duties, Katie and Kevin have gotten pretty close to their new friend, Livvy.
“We’ll have to call her mom, but I don’t see why not if it’s okay with Nicki. Why don’t you guys get dressed and we’ll get some breakfast at Mickey D’s,” I suggested. “While you’re getting ready, I’ll call Livvy’s mom and ask her.”
The kids ran to their bedrooms all excited, about the snow, about maybe spending the day with Livvy.
I called Nicki and explained to her what we were doing and asked about Livvy going with us. “Sure, I don’t see why not,” Nicki said.
Then another thought crossed through my mind. “What about you? You working today?”
“Nooo, I was planning on just staying home with Olivia.”
“I guess you know that Addie’s off doing her own thing today, so how’d you like to go with us, too, then? It’ll be fun.” I added quickly, “Kids would love to have you with us.”
She hesitated, “You sure? I wouldn’t want to put you out or anything.”
“Don’t be silly, we’d all love to have you. Maybe you’ll see some new country, too.
”Okay, if you’re sure… you want me to come to your place?”
That made sense. That way we wouldn’t have to run her home to Mountain Home when we get back. “Sure, we’ll leave when you get here. Don’t worry about breakfast, we’ll stop at McDonald’s and grab something on our way.” Then I remembered what I was going to tell her, “Oh, bring some boots for you and Livvy. It might be snowy where we’re going.”
She said she’d be at our house in about an hour. She’s nice. She’s pretty, and from what I’d seen so far, fun to be around. Maybe this could turn out to be a fun day after all… and take my mind off of Addie, at least off-and-on.
The kids scrambled to get ready and I packed an ice chest and some snacks and put them in the back of the Jeep. When Nicki and Livvy got there, we realized we had a small problem. All three kids wanted the outside seats. None wanted to sit in the middle. We finally convinced them that we’d trade them off, so they all got equal time on the outside and because she cut the low card, Katie had to start in the middle.
She pouted, said it wasn’t fair, the other two cheated. But I told her that we’d trade at Farewell Bend, where our road left the freeway to go along the Snake River.
At McDonald’s, Nicki insisted on paying for all our breakfasts, said it was only fair since she was getting a free tour. Nicki performed the ‘wifely’ duties of passing the food and drinks out to all of us. Then, while we were eating and a little more relaxed, she said, “Thanks for inviting us, Matt… it gets lonely at home sometimes.”
I glanced over at her, “No boyfriend?”
She laughed, “No, have you noticed, Matt, I’m black. White guys aren’t interested in black girls… and do you how many black guys there are in Mountain Home? Or even Boise, for that matter?”
Yeah, I’d noticed that Nicki was black. I never had thought of it mattering, but I guess it did. She’s so nice and pretty, though, that I couldn’t imagine that little detail putting off a decent guy. And, yeah, this part of Idaho is definitely predominately white and Hispanic, very few blacks.
“I hope you how much I enjoy working for you and Adriana,” she told me.
I took that as a compliment, “Well, actually you just work for Adriana. The stores are hers. I’m just a paperwork guy, another hired help… except one that doesn’t get paid.” Technically, that wasn’t true, the business is in both our names, but in reality, it’s Addie’s. She’s the business brain; like I said, I’m a paperwork guy. Not that I’m complaining. I love working with Addie’s business.
“You do know, I hope, that Addie thinks about you as a friend first and an employee second.”
Katie started squealing that it was her turn to sit on the outside. Nicki laughed at our dilemma. We were about a half mile from crossing the bridge across the Snake into Oregon. “About fifteen more minutes, hon,” I told her, “remember I told you we’ll trade at Farewell Bend.”
“How far, Daddy?” she pouted.
“I just said, about fifteen more minutes.”
The kids went back to chattering with each other, crisis averted for another few minutes.
“You wouldn’t be having that problem if Olivia and I weren’t here.”
“But the trip would be about a tenth as much fun, too. A pretty small sacrifice,” I reassured her.
“Nicki, tell me if I’m getting too personal, but what about Livvy’s dad. Is he still in the picture?”
She laughed, “Yeah, he spends time with her. Not as much as I’d like him to, but at least he hasn’t abandoned her.”
She said that with some sadness. I picked up that it probably wasn’t the case with her. “Like he did you?” I asked her.
“Uhuh, you could say that. I thought we were in love… at least I was. We were going to get married. Until he found a pretty blonde. He married her instead. I was pregnant with Olivia, at least he left me with that little treasure.”
Ooh, that had to hurt! I almost took her hand and squeezed it, but realized it wouldn’t be appropriate.
Then she asked me, “Matt, how’d you guys meet? Adriana has hinted that it had something to do with the stores, but never told me.”
I laughed, thinking back to that first meeting. “I was selling expensive knives at ‘Here Comes Summer’ in Ontario. Adriana stopped at my booth and was going to buy a set of knives for four-hundred dollars. She was so pretty and I was already in love with her after just a few minutes talking to her. When she told me she wanted a set, I told her she could buy better ones a lot cheaper at Costco.
“I guess that impressed her because she invited me to have lunch with her… then after we married and she decided she wanted to open a store, her whole premise was being honest to her customers, like I had been with her… it still is.”
“Dadddddy!” Katie started yelling. “Time to switch.” I’d just turned off the freeway at Farewell Bend. It’s called that because it was where the pioneer’s wagon train trail left the Snake River. Farewell to the River.
I pulled over and put Kevin in the middle seat. “We’ll switch again in Richland,” I told him. It’s gravel road along the Snake River for about the next forty miles or so until it comes into Richland, Oregon.
It’s a pretty drive along the River. This time of year, they’ve let most of the water out of Brownlee Dam for irrigation and it looks so weird with the small river winding through the mud-flats of the normal water level. It has to be discouraging to the homeowners along the river that have their little piers with boats sitting in the mud, several hundred yards from any water. They’ll be in the water again, though, by late spring.
There was no snow, which didn’t surprise me as we never got over a couple thousand feet elevation and the snow elevation was closer to 6,000 feet. It made me think briefly about Addie, hoping she didn’t run into snow across the Blue Mountains. I doubted it because she wouldn’t be more than about 4,500 feet.
Speaking of Addie, I figured she should be just about to the Oregon-Washington border by then. With Nicki along and showing her the sights along the way, I hadn’t even thought about Addie’s upcoming night. Not until right then, anyway.
Damn, I had to think about her date. Up to then, I’d been happily oblivious to the actual day’s events. I had a stroke of sanity, looking across the Jeep at Nicki beside me and thinking that it should be Addie there. What the hell was I doing? I almost had a brief spell of mild panic, wanting to call her and call the whole thing off, have her come home. I probably would have, too, except there is no cell phone service way out there in the middle of nowhere. We were only a few miles from the town of Halfway. It’s appropriately named, Halfway to nowhere from anywhere.
Then my brief few moments of sanity faded and I thought about Addie coming home tomorrow, and with my cock deep inside her, telling me how she’d been seduced, how he’d invited her to his house and they’d made love all night. I was embarrassed by the sudden swelling tenting my pants. Nicki had the impression that I was a normal guy, probably even a nice guy. I didn’t want her to see the extent of my depravity. I took a deep breath and pointed out to her some inane scene we were going past and my hardness gradually dissipated, hopefully without her having noticed either it or my heavy breathing.
At Oxbow on the Snake, I had a decision to make; either stay on the Oregon side, down the river and up Hess Road to the top or down the Idaho side and up the Kleinschmidt Grade. We’d been up Hess Road just last June, the day after Addie and Kayla’s fashion show, but not up Kleinschmidt for a long time. I don’t think we’d ever taken the kids that way.
The Kleinschmidt grade is an old copper mining road from a mine just past the town of Cuprum, down to the Snake. It’s actually not a bad road, fairly wide and graveled for heavy trucks, but a lot of sharp switchbacks as it winds up the mountain. Hess Road is rough, narrow and steep, following Idaho Power’s power line. I decided, given the snow situation, that Hess Road wouldn’t be very smart. The Oregon summit is a lot higher than in Idaho and I could just see us get into a couple feet of snow and have to turn around, back down the slippery, steep road. I hadn’t intended on taking the Kleinschmidt route when we left, but it’d still be a fun drive. I suppose we could have followed the highway up past Oxbow Dam and reservoir, but what fun would that be?
“You ever been here before?” I asked Nicki. She shook her head that she hadn’t. I would have been very surprised if she had. “You have a treat coming up, then.” The winding trip up the Kleinschmidt Grade is beautiful.
It turned out we were all in for a treat. I’d never been there with snow on the mountains. The canyon was more beautiful than I’d ever seen it. We stopped several times at wide spots and got out, taking pictures and enjoying the beauty. Nicki surprised me. I hadn’t seen her load it, but she had what looked like a professional SLR camera, a Nikon with a big lens on the front, as opposed to my old Fuji.
When I asked her about it, she said, “I’ve taken a few weddings, some portraits, and things like that, but mostly, I love landscapes.” She waved her arms, “Like this, this is so beautiful.”
“You ever framed and sold them?”
She laughed, “No, I’ve never tried that.”
“Any good enough to sell?”
She wrinkled her pretty nose, “I think some might be, like these, today.”
“Talk to Addie. I’ll bet she’d let you put them up in the store. You know how she is about any home-grown talent… can’t get much more home-grown than her own manager.”
A smile spread across her face, “I will. That’d be so much fun to have something of my own there. Thank you for the suggestion.”
I was thinking how well the pictures of Tanya would sell. Don’t think Addie would quite be in favor of that, though. After all, it is a family store.
Where I took pictures, it was one direction, then the other. Nicki took the time to frame hers, explaining to me what she was doing and why. While she was doing that, the three kids were running up and down, collecting pretty rocks (gravel to me). Some had green in them, maybe from the copper mine?
We stopped in several scenic spots on the way up the hill, then got in the snow about three-quarters of the way up, just about where we went into some timber. As the snow got deeper, the kids were jumping up and down (as much as they could in their car seats), and Nicki looked more and more nervous. By the time we broke over the top, we were in probably eight to ten inches of fresh, unbroken snow. Thankfully, Addie and I always keep good traction tires on the Jeep.
Except that Nicki hadn’t ever been in this much snow. She was scared to death that we were going to get stuck. Every time the tires started to spin a little, she was sure we were going to die. At least she had good humor about it, “When they find our bodies, I want some good pictures on my camera.” I think she was only partially kidding.
I’ll admit that I was relieved when we got to the main road from Cuprum to Council and it was plowed. There’s still quite a bit more elevation change on the forty-mile drive out to the main highway and I knew the snow could get quite a bit deeper.
Right where we hit the plowed road, there’s an old farmhouse on the right with an old, old, huge log fence around it. The logs are probably two-feet in diameter and it’s a beautiful, rustic old house that apparently nobody was living in. The snow was completely fresh all around it, with no tracks and I’m sure it made a beautiful picture. I took some, but Nicki seemed to really know what she was doing.
We made the short drive into Cuprum. It’s sad, there’s almost nothing there anymore. The little cafe where Addie and I had lunch one day is abandoned and the old building run-down and the ‘store’ is gone. Nicki took a few pictures of some of the old buildings and then we turned around and headed toward Council and Highway 95. I’d have loved to go on to the old mine, but it’s at least a thousand feet higher and we were already in nearly as much snow as the Jeep could handle. Another time, I guess. Nicki would love it, though. The pretty little pond behind the mine buildings would have made a super picture with the fresh snow.
About three miles from Cuprum, there’s an old community of ‘Bear’. The only thing still there is the old school house, an outhouse and playground swing. The Jeep plowed through the snow up the ‘street’ to get a little closer to the school and we stopped.
The kids were out playing and we all decided to build a snowman. With how deep and wet the snow was, it was only a very little while until we had three big balls of ‘snowman’ alongside each other. Then it was up to Nicki and me to lift the smaller ones on top the big one. Once that was done, we all went searching for branches on trees that we could break off for arms, mouth and so on. Nicki found pine cones on a tree that served perfectly for the snowman’s eyes and ears. By the time we were done, it wasn’t a half bad looking Frosty. All except the old silk hat to make him come alive and play with us.
When we finished with him, Nicki took several pictures of all of us, Frosty and the school in the background and I took some with her camera of just her and Livvy with Frosty, then we repeated with my camera.
The kids weren’t very happy when I said we had to get going. They wanted to take Frosty with us. Sorry, kids, he wouldn’t fit in the back of the Jeep. “Besides,” I told them, “We don’t have another car seat for him.”
That got a couple of ‘Oh, Daddy!’
I was more than glad the road had been plowed. We went over a small summit that had a few more inches of snow on the way to Council. It was a hell of a snowstorm for that early in the year! I realized it was a darned good thing we hadn’t taken the Oregon route up Hess Road. It’s a lot higher yet and I doubt we’d have made it to the summit.
We were completely out of the snow by the time we got to Council. We were all tired and hungry by then. It’s a pretty tiny little town and didn’t have any fast-food restaurants, so we settled on Mrs. J’s Eatery. It had damned good hamburgers!
The kids went to sleep on the way back home and Nicki and I talked about lots of things on the way. I told her about Addie working for Maurice’s and they wanted to promote her to manager, but in Pendleton and that was when ‘we’ decided to try our luck at having our own store in Ontario; then Nyssa, then Boise, then Mountain Home.
She said she was glad we did because she loves working in the store.
In our times of quiet, I thought about Addie, wondering what she was thinking, was she excited? Scared? I wondered if she had been thinking about me today. What had she done after she got there, she would have had several hours before her date. My short period of panic that I’d had earlier in the day had passed. I trusted her and she’d proven that trust numerous times. Yeah, this was different, but I was confident that she’d validate that trust all over again.
It was a little after six by the time we finally got back to our house. The kids woke up when we started unbuckling their seat belts and the first thing out of Katie’s mouth was, “I wanna go to Livvy’s house.”
I glanced at Nicki; she shrugged and mouthed to me that it would be fine. “How ‘bout you, Kev?” I asked our littlest one, “you want to go to Livvy’s?”
He looked at me and nodded vigorously.
“You sure, Nicki? Course, they’ll prob’ly go to sleep early.”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun for a change. Bring them home tomorrow afternoon?”
Actually, I would have rather suggested that Nicki and Livvy stay at our house. It didn’t seem appropriate, though. Besides, I don’t think she would have. I hurried, gathering up some clothes for the kids while Nicki switched car seats and got the kids situated in her car. Normally, Addie does this. I didn’t know what to get them; just clean underwear and a pair of pants and shirt, I guessed.
They were in the car waiting for me when I got back outside. I warned Nicki to be sure and make Kevin go to the bathroom before bed or he might have an accident. Then, Nicki told me, “Thanks so much, Matt, we had a wonderful day!” It was tempting to give her a kiss goodbye.
She was right. It had been a good day. I sat on the couch, turned on the TV and watched some Hallmark movie but thought about my wife. I knew that her date was picking her up at seven… which, by my watch, was in thirteen minutes.
I sat and mindlessly watched the movie, wondering if Addie was as nervous as I was. Of course, she’d be doing something, probably her makeup or brushing her hair out one last time, not just nervously waiting like me. And I knew that my waiting might go on for a long time, probably until she got home tomorrow.
At least Hallmark hadn’t started their Christmas movies yet. It was some murder mystery with a pretty woman as the ‘detective’. I think she was an archaeologist when not solving murders.
I was actually starting to get interested in the movie when my phone buzzed. There was a new text. I opened it and it was a picture of Addie with her date. Addie was beautiful, wearing the blue, see-through, lace dress. But the guy! I was surprised. He was about as tall as her, good-looking I guess. Of course, I’m not looking at him through a woman’s eyes. He had long, halfway-to-his-shoulders, blonde hair that didn’t look like it had ever seen a comb and a whiskery face like he hadn’t shaved for a month or maybe a lot longer. He sure as hell didn’t look like any diesel mechanic I’d ever seen. Of course, I don’t know any diesel mechanics
He wore a nice shirt and slacks… and had his arm possessively around Addie’s waist pulling her tight to him. Both had big smiles on their faces, looking at each other. God, that look on her face, like she adores the guy already! The picture was accompanied by a brief message, “Mmm, Yummy!”
That was it. No more message. I sat there looking at the picture, now with a face, making this so much more real. The movie was still playing but I’d suddenly lost any interest in it, picturing Addie and this blonde guy making out together.
Now, I didn’t know what to do with the rest of the night. Watching some dumb made-for-TV movie had lost any appeal at all, even if it was pretty good. I couldn’t get my eyes off that picture. Then I remembered the three-by-five card Jonah had sent with a password on it. I jumped up to go get it but realized I had no idea what I’d done with it. I had gotten a bit distracted that night.
I looked all through the bedroom and finally found it where it had fallen under the bed. I retrieved it, then scrolled through my phone messages from Jonah to find the name of that website he’d given me. Until I realized it was the busted phone that message was on. Crap! I thought for a minute and realized it would be on the browsing history on my laptop. I looked and YES! There it was.
I hooked the laptop up to our big TV in the living room, typed in the password Jonah had given me and it was on the TV, all the different dates. It was the last one I was interested in, September 23rd. Three weeks ago, that’s all. It seemed like an eternity ago.
I clicked on the play button and there was Jonah, rambling on about different things, complaining about ‘waitin’ for ‘Shanice’. My cock was already hard, knowing and anticipating what was coming. There she was, wearing that little black lingerie thing and thong panties. Actually having seen her in it in our own bedroom made this seem all the more real.
My goggles! When I used them before, it was live, not on this website. I paused the computer and retrieved them and the instruction manual to find out how to connect it into my internet. I read how to connect it to my computer via wifi, followed the instructions, put it on and there it was; my computer screen! I scrolled to the ‘play’ again and there she was again, my wife nearly naked. So. Fucking. Sexy! But this time, it was like I was there, again.
My cock was rock-hard. I watched her walk into that room full of people. Confident. I hadn’t realized that so much before when I saw this as it was happening. I also didn’t realize how much difference it would make that the little garment she wore was in her drawer in our bedroom and how much more real that little fact made what happened that night.
I wondered what had been going through her mind when she put it on, knowing what was going to happen. Or at least thinking that she knew what was going to happen. It didn’t turn out exactly like she thought, although even what she thought would happen was pretty damned extreme. It made me wonder about tonight, what she thought when she was putting on that sexy, blue dress. What she anticipated was going to happen later… and if it will be as far out of her control as it was that night.
With Jonah, she had put things in motion, but then any semblance of control, of being able to dictate outcomes had been taken away from her. Would it be the same tonight?
I sat for the next hour (I have no friggin’ clue how long it really was) watching my wife being put on display; Jonah’s words, ‘You… do… not… come…’; then her loud, horrified, ‘NOOOOOO’ as the cage lifted away from the stage floor, her alone inside it, her pussy wide open and dripping with that vibrator inside her.
I watched as her asshole husband, controlling the vibrator, elicited every bit of misery he could; her trying to writhe in a combination of misery and bliss; the red-haired woman who had taken her top off and was masturbating a couple feet away, right in front of Addie, tormenting her.
Then, after what had seemed like an eternity of torment, Samuel. I leaned forward on the couch, trying to get a closer view of Samuel fucking her. It didn’t help, but it was instinctive.
This was the night she went home with Samuel; when my damned phone battery died and I smashed the phone.
When the video ended, I sat in the dark several minutes, breathing hard, reliving the sheer agony of that night. It almost made me forget the agony of the present night. Almost. I pushed the goggles off and looked at that picture of Addie and Nick again. I wanted to be there. To watch, see what happens. I looked at my watch, nine-thirty. Were they already in bed, making love? Or maybe in his car; kissing, making out like horny teenagers. Those two words with the picture, ‘Mmm, Yummy’.
I could sit and torture myself all night. The fact was that it made me so fucking horny that I was barely able to control myself. I thought about getting in the shower, under the hot water, imagining it was with Addie and letting myself have that massive orgasm I craved.
I didn’t, though. I undressed, climbed in bed and turned the TV back on, to that Hallmark movie I was watching earlier and backed it up to where I had last been aware what was happening, then let it play, trying to force my mind to pay attention.
I jerked myself awake sometime in the middle of the night, replaying the dream. I was there… when the picture was taken. Except I wasn’t there, I was just kind of floating, watching. Michelle took the picture, then Addie and Nick turned to each other and kissed; a deep, passionate, long kiss. That was when I woke up. They were still kissing.
There wasn’t any more sleep that night. At least, I didn’t think so. I was in that state where you’re awake, but maybe not, that kiss going through my mind over and over again. By then, the reality would be that they had been in bed together, making love, for a long time. Hell, they might have even had long enough to actually be sleeping a little bit in-between making love.
I was in agony, my cock so damned hard and needing release. I’ve read stories about guys being locked inside cock-cages. Maybe that’d be easier. I was determined I wasn’t going to let myself come, not before I had my wife underneath me, sliding inside her… like Nick had been doing with her, probably numerous times already! Had she liked it when he was sucking on her tits? Who the hell was I kidding? Of course she had!
In the morning, I finally gave up and climbed out of bed, still exhausted. I remembered the sourdough starter in the refrigerator. I should have mixed up some flour and water with it so I could make myself a good waffle like Robert had shown me. Instead, I popped an English Muffin in the toaster, poured some orange juice and wondered if Addie and Nick were in the shower together.
The text came at ten-fifteen, “On my way home, love you.” Given the five-hour drive and hour time-differential, she should be home sometime after four.
It was a little after three when Nicki brought Katie and Kevin home. They bounced out of Nicki’s car all excited, gave Dad a short hug and ran into the house, chattering about playing Chutes and Ladders.
I watched them disappear, then told Nicki thank you and asked her, “They were okay?”
She smiled and said, “Olivia definitely has some ‘best friends’ now.”
We both said our ‘thank-yous’, Nicki left, and I found the kids getting their game out. “Play with us, Daddy?” they asked in unison.
How could I say no to that?
“When is Mommy getting home, Daddy?” Kevin asked me.
I checked my watch, “Should be about an hour, kiddo.”
Sure enough, at four-twenty-seven, a shiny new, ivory-colored (technically, blizzard-pearl) Honda minivan pulled into our driveway. It waited just a bit, I heard the garage door open and the new minivan disappeared into the garage.
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