Her First Time Ch. 12

"Wait," he said, "need music." He grabbed his TV remote, "what kind of music," he muttered to himself, finally setting his satellite on a soft rock station.

When the music filled the room, Alan leaned back on the same wall, his dick a BIG tent in his pants, "Okay, Babygirl, we're ready."

Dani had been nervously flicking her long hair. She began to dance again, moving her body, rubbing herself sensually. God!

Her hands went to her hemline, rubbing up her legs, pulling her dress up.

"You go, girl!" Alan yelled, "take it off!"

I wanted to yell the same thing, but on the other hand, I kind of wanted to be invisible, not even remind her that I was there. Letting her do this for Alan would be hotter. And she was so fucking hot! My dick was straining the strength of that thing

Dani began to lift the hemline, got it to her hips, then dropped it again, teasing, teasing, teasing!

Her hands slowly rubbed up the sides of her body to her tits, pinching nipples and letting out a little moan. Dani's head was back, looking up toward the ceiling, hands fondling her breasts through the thin material, groans coming from her open mouth.

After a moment, her hands moved up to her neck, to the thin straps holding the dress, trying to find the clips or whatever was holding it in place. Finally, after watching her frustration, Alan stepped over and unclipped the back of the collar, letting the dress fall.

I was squirming in my chair. Just watching Dani would have been hot enough, but knowing that Alan Ryder was watching, too... and he was going to be the one to take her to bed.

Dani's dress dropped to the floor, leaving her wearing nothing except a necklace, hoop earrings, and gold high-heeled shoes, her nipples hard and pointed. Alan got up, took her hand, and led her over to his bed, what looked like an oversized king bed. It looked big enough for an entire orgy. He helped her lay down, then called me over to help take off her shoes, taking her right foot and motioning for me to undo the left.

My hands were shaking, trying to unstrap what we'd strapped on a few hours earlier. Just the fact that 'it' was now imminent was making my task so much more difficult. Well, that and the pungent smell of Dani's arousal. She was glistening with moisture, anticipating Alan's cock in a matter of minutes.

I was still fiddling with a strap, fondling her ankle, and running my hand up her leg, when Alan was finished and heading to his dresser. I was curious, watching him pull out several sets of cuffs and straps. He sat down on the bed beside Dani, ran his hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then took her hands in his and quickly snapped a pair of fur-lined cuffs on each of her wrists.

"Alan..." Dani started to... object?

He cut her off, "I know what you like, Babygirl, trust me," he told her, with a grin on his face, tying the strap to the center of his headboard, then to a hook on the chain connecting the two cuffs, pulling her arms straight out, above her head, tight to the bed.

"Mmmfff," Dani grunted when he pulled it tight.

"Too tight? It hurt anywhere?" he asked my wife.

She shook her head, "No... just... "

"Just? What, Babygirl?"

She whimpered, "Just... need you to fuck me!"

"It's coming, Babe, it's coming," as he was attaching a cuff to Dani's right leg and pulling it tight to the bottom corner then moved to her other leg, doing the same to the opposite corner of the bed so that her legs were spread-eagled, her glistening pussy stretched apart, arms above her head, still blind to the world.

"This is how I've been envisioning my girl for a long time. Like you this way for me... but I've been thinking," he turned to me, "I told you that I wasn't going to share anything but the view - well... changed my mind."

What? What the fuck is he saying? Dani was lying on his bed, groaning.

"Couple rules... her pussy is mine, no touching; and you keep your clothes on, all of them. Otherwise... her body's yours to do whatever, till I say."

My heart rate just tripled again. He's gotta be kidding, torturing. "Only one rule for you, Babygirl... you don't let yourself come, whatever else happens is up to your husband... I'm gonna just sit back, watch, and enjoy."

Fuckkk! He was serious! He just went to the chair and sat, waiting.

I looked at him, then at Dani, my cock about to burst. I sat down on the bed beside Dani, running my fingers over her breast, feeling, pinching her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I don't ever remember them being quite this hard or pointed.

Dani moaned, and I leaned over, my head next to hers, "You okay, hon? Know I love you, right?"

"Uhuh," was all she could get out, tilting her head toward me. Her eyes were so fucking spooky, looked so real, lashes, depth, like looking into the depths of her eyes, knowing they were phony and she couldn't see a thing. I leaned over and kissed her, gently at first, then when her lips opened and I felt her tongue, our kiss grew into something completely different. At the same time, my fingers were stroking her sensitive tit and nipple, hardwired directly to her pussy.

Almost reluctantly, I pulled my lips away from hers and trailed my mouth down her neck to her shoulder, then her chest to her left nipple, sucking it between my lips. Dani moaned, doing her best to thrust her chest up into my mouth. I opened my mouth, sucking her entire breast, running my tongue over her nipple, eliciting more whimpers.

Oh God, I wanted to do more, like push my cock into her wet pussy. At the very least, run my fingers over her smooth skin, feel her slick wetness with my fingers deep inside her. Dani said earlier that she'd had it waxed Wednesday, and I haven't touched her since, didn't even know it. That's what she'd been so nervous about. My body was shaking with excitement, realizing this was my chance, maybe my only chance this whole week before that pussy became Alan's.

Except I knew she was already his for the week. And that was how I wanted it, torture, though it may be. Tonight, I wanted... wanted Dani to want... need like she never had before. And she already was, I could tell. Yet it wasn't enough, I wanted more from her; for her to be literally begging to be fucked... and then watch as that monstrous cock disappeared inside her.

I sucked Dani's tit in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks with the sucking. At the same time, my hand roamed her body, down her tummy to her belly-button and below, tantalizingly close, yet not touching, digging my fingers in at the very apex of her slit, switching my mouth to her other distended nipple.

Dani's moans were filling the room, her body humping. I switched positions, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, then moving between her legs, how I've eaten her pussy countless times over the last twenty-eight years, pushed the pillow under her butt, leaned over her, and sucked her right tit in my mouth once again, released it and slowly moved my mouth down her body

Dani pulled at her restraints to no avail, loud moans and unintelligible noises coming from her mouth.

God, I wanted to move my mouth that last half-inch, press my tongue inside her, feel her baby-smooth lips with my own, taste the sweet juices flooding her pussy. Her hips bucked up to my mouth, the nearly cried word, 'please' coming from her mouth. I moved my mouth around to the inside of Dani's bucking leg, sucking her smooth skin, tasting the woman juices that had escaped her pussy, relishing the odor of her sex.

God, I wanted to suck Dani's clit in my mouth, feel her orgasm gushing liquids in my mouth. Instead, I felt a tap on my back, Alan right behind me. I realized the look on his face. It was his turn... silently asking me to relinquish my claim on my woman.

He began to release the straps holding Dani's legs, and I moved aside, taking his place as the voyeur. The time I had been both fearing and looking forward to for so long, the time Dani had been begging for, was now.

"Want you to roll over, Babygirl," he told her.

Dani groaned and struggled, her arms still tied over her head to the top of the bed. Alan helped her, rolling her over onto her tummy, then said, "Knees up, get ready."

Dani worked her knees up underneath her, spread apart. My heart was pounding, my stomach in knots, knowing what was seconds away.

While Dani was struggling, Alan took the rest of his clothes off, naked, his dick hard and huge pointing in front of him. I stood, watching as Alan Ryder scooted himself up behind my wife, Dani breathing hard, not able to see anything except total darkness.

He held himself at Dani's pussy, "Ahh, Babygirl!" as the head of his cock entered her.

God, my heart was pounding! I couldn't even imagine what Dani must be feeling. But the noises coming from her mouth, the 'Ohh, Ohh!' as the inches slowly disappeared inside her.

I couldn't stop myself, grabbing my dick, squeezing, but feeling nothing except the hard plastic trapping my cock. I don't think I've ever been so fucking frustrated!

Dani was rocking her body back, at least as much as she could, given that her arms were still tied to the top of the bed, her face cocked to the side, looking straight at me, not seeing, probably no idea I was there, her mouth opening and closing in silent groans

Alan's cock had slipped inside her, all eight-nine fat inches. He was breathing hard, groaning, sweat on his forehead, gritting his teeth.

Dani's fingers were clawing, digging into the bed. Alan was inside her, his heavy balls tight to her pussy lips, hesitating, letting her adjust, I guess, her body wet with her sweat, trembling.

"Ahh, Babe, sooo good!" as he slowly pulled his dick out of her, pushing back into her just as slowly.

"Ogod, ogod, ogod!" she moaned, trying to push herself back onto him, "hard, fuck me... please!" pleading, near tears.

Alan's face was a hard grimace, pushing himself deep inside my wife. "What you want, Babygirl, gotta tell me!"

"Ohh, ohh... can't... just... please... fuck me... please!"

He pulled out of her again, just the head inside her - and slammed into her. Dani screamed, her head jerking up, then an ongoing wail, her body violently shuddering as Alan fucked her over and over again, those eerie eyes looking straight through me, not seeing.

Alan let out a roar, his hands digging into Dani's hips; his body straightening, muscles clenching, lifting her off the bed with short, hard jabs, draining his balls into my wife, Dani's loud, continuous wails filling the room, her body spasming and jerking, wet with sweat.

At that moment, I wanted to rip Alan Ryder's heart out of his chest. Not from anger, but jealousy. I was so fucking horny! I desperately wanted it to be me draining cum into my wife's cunt, my 'want' of just a few minutes ago long forgotten.

He pulled his cock out of her, wet with their combined juices, still mostly hard, white cum oozing out of Dani's pussy. She lay still, breathing hard, looking, but not seeing, straight at me, not even knowing I was there. Alan lay down beside her on the opposite side, then after a moment, he unsnapped the handcuffs holding her arms to the bed.

Dani stretched her arms, re-acclimating them from their awkward position, then draped an arm over Alan's chest, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, "That was fuckin' awesome!" she whispered.

He chuckled, "Best fuck since... February." He hesitated, then, "When you're ready again..."

She kissed him, a long, sensuous kiss, pressing her breasts into his chest. "So tired, need to rest first," and then wrapped a hand around his sticky cock, not quite reaching all the way around, "just don't let it go to sleep."

He laughed again, "Babygirl, he's not sleeping all week!"

That was how I left my wife and her lover; naked, snuggled together, her hand wrapped around his dick, Dani drifting off to sleep.

I lay on my bed in Alan's guest room, undressed down to my shorts, trying to go to sleep. No way in hell! I was in misery, the visions of the last hours going through my head over and over again, torturing me. I wanted that fuckin' cage off my dick. A man can only take so much, like Dani at the restaurant when she reached her limit. I'd planned to leave it on the entire week but had no idea just how intense the need to relieve myself could become.

I needed that thing off like I'd never needed anything before. Problem was the key. It was in Dani's purse and I had no idea where it was. Probably somewhere in Alan's bedroom and I didn't want, couldn't go back in there right now.

So I suffered, like I had no idea suffering could exist. So tired, yet not able to sleep, I listened... I have no idea how long, hours maybe. I don't know, I might have even dozed off. You know how it is when you're lying in bed, half-awake, not able to sleep, and then sometimes you are, if only for a few minutes.

I suddenly became aware of noises coming from the other room. I listened, and It took me a few minutes to realize the noises were female groans, getting louder and louder until I couldn't stand it any longer. I climbed out of bed and crept back down the hall to the open door of Alan's bedroom. There was no light except moonlight and a little bit of reflected street light coming through the patio door.

The sexual need had dissipated a little with my hours of restlessness but was back in full force seeing Alan on top of my wife, driving himself in and out of her, her legs wrapped around his waist.

I watched for what seemed an eternity. Every so often, Alan would thrust inside her, then pause, maybe a minute or so before resuming his fucking again. The man was nearing fifty, not the teenager who'd fucked his girlfriend for hours in the back of his truck that night, making her come... eight times. Yet, he still seemed... indefatigable.

I groped my dick, the frustration of finding nothing except hard plastic causing a loud groan to escape my mouth. Fortunately, both Dani and Alan were preoccupied enough to not have heard. I vowed to myself to be more careful, to control my emotions, hard as it might be.

They were still fucking, the cacophony of noises from both nearly driving me mad. Somehow, I HAD to relieve myself, get that fuckin' thing off my dick, find that purse!

But I couldn't tear away from that doorway, watching the big black guy driving his cock so fuckin' deep into my wife. Dani's groans had turned to screams, she was orgasming, her body stiff, hips lifting up off the bed trying to get him even deeper inside her, and then when Alan's body straightened and shuddered, my wife let out a blood-curdling scream that the neighbors must have heard.

I stepped back, dizzy with the rush of blood from my head, all of it going to pressing my dick against its confines. I caught myself on the wall before I collapsed in the hallway. I had to find that fuckin' key!

I went downstairs, hoping maybe Dani had left her purse in the living room, then when I saw Alan's truck in his driveway through the big picture window, my heart sunk. I remembered, that's where she'd left her purse when we got home from 'dinner'. The only keys to unlocking at least some of my misery were locked inside Alan's big Ford.

I climbed the stair and back to my room, pausing to peek into the master bedroom one more time. I hadn't wanted to but couldn't stop myself. Dani was sprawled out on top of Alan, their lips together in what was going to be a long, drawn-out, passionate kiss. I watched maybe a minute or two before returning to my bed, lying there, wide awake, staring at the dark ceiling, the rest of the night.

What the fuckin' fuck had I been thinking? Was I witnessing the destruction of our marriage? You know how every fear is amplified when you can't sleep. Well, that was more than the case with me.

Thankfully, it did finally begin to get light out. With the light, a little more sanity returned - or maybe the perpetual insanity is a better description. I remembered the fear flying home from Tampa that first time without Dani, then her coming home and allaying those fears completely. The same would happen this time, I knew. Dani wasn't doing anything I hadn't expected and wanted her to do, had gone out of my way to perpetuate. We were fine, she was enjoying her lover exactly like I'd hoped she would.

It was just... I dunno, but wanting ahead of time and then seeing are two completely different things. And this was the first night only, I had damn well better get fuckin' used to it! Like I heard Alan say last night, his dick wouldn't be going to sleep any time this week. Things are different in the daytime, I was already looking forward to whatever might happen that day. And the urgency of finding that key had passed, too. Matter of fact, I was glad I hadn't found it last night, still horny, but manageable - the way I wanted to be. Matter of fact, I was going to tell Dani to put the key somewhere I wouldn't be able to find it, knowing the temptation would be too strong. Besides, I was starting to think that taking that control completely away from myself, giving it to Dani, would be kind of exciting - a thrilling, electrifying agony.

I dressed, then went downstairs looking for something to drink. There, in the refrigerator, was a big pitcher of ice-cold tea. I wondered if Dani had told Alan and he'd made that just for me. Kind of hoped so. Anyway, I found a glass in a cupboard, filled it with crushed ice, then tea. He had my sweetener, Stevia, on the counter, too. Dani must have told him.

I sat at his dining table, thinking that Dani and I should get one like it, solid dark oak, beautiful. I checked the day's weather on my phone - clear skies, eighty-four later, sixty-nine tonight. There was something to be said for living in Florida. Home would be nice, too, probably, but not like this. I checked - rain, cold. No, definitely not like this.

I checked my Facebook to see if there were any messages, scrolled down through it, not finding anything interesting, then the news. Depressing.

How many times had he fucked my wife?

I'd been downstairs maybe fifteen minutes when I heard noises from upstairs and looked as Alan led the still blind Dani down the stairs. She was wearing a blue, silky, button-up shirt, way too big for her, obviously one of his. No bra, Dani's prominent little nubbin nipples making themselves known. No idea if she had anything else down lower. Seeing her like that, wondering what they might have just done, brought back that sharp pain and pleasure of feeling my dick stiffening, trying to expand in its plastic cage, my lust not restrained in the least.

"Morning, sleep okay?" Alan asked when he saw me sitting at the table.

I lied, "Perfect, thank you," then to my wife, "Good morning, Daniella," I rarely called her Daniella anymore, only in times of rather extreme... emotional times.

She smiled, "Good morning, sweetheart... enjoy last night?" she asked me.

I couldn't help but smile, last night was... let's just say... memorable. I nodded, temporarily forgetting that Dani couldn't see me, "I did... appeared that you did, too," I answered.

She turned, snuggled in to the man beside her, tilting her face up to him in a kiss, then, "Hope to enjoy the day, too," she said.

"I see you found the ice tea your wife so generously suggested I make," then to Dani, "Coffee...?" he smiled, "... tea or me?"

She scooted away, "Show me the sink, I want to wash my hands." Alan led her to the sink, helping her find the faucet control for the water then stood behind her as she rinsed her hands, groping around to find a bar of soap.

While Dani groped behind the sink, looking for the soap, Alan snuggled up behind her, undid one of the buttons on the shirt, reached his hand inside cupping her breast, and nibbled on an ear.

I mentioned my dick straining earlier, it was in full force now, watching Alan with my wife's bare nipple between his fingers, tongue reaching into her ear, Dani's head to the side, a moan coming from her lips.