Sunday evening, May 17th, 2020
I’d spent a very slow day at our store awaiting evening when I could talk to Dani about my night with Elle. It was also the day she, Alan, and a couple others had gone for a horseback ride on ‘Dani’s ranch’, as I’d come to call it. It fascinated me that she’d become such a horsewoman for this movie. Perhaps, I thought, we’d get a horse or two on the farm we were intending to buy. At least two, I wouldn’t want it to get lonesome.
But that was the future, this was now. And I was nervous as hell about what Dani thought about what she’d seen with Elle and me. I hoped to hell that she hadn’t changed her mind after watching us.
I had my computer open, keeping one eye on it along with my movie, a Hallmark Aurora Teagarden Mystery (mostly because Dani loves them – makes me feel closer to her). Her picture finally popped up, sitting cross-legged on her bed wearing a pair of tight leather jeans and a western blouse, both that we’d bought at Hamley’s in Pendleton just because Dani thought they looked sexy. She was damned right, too! She looked fabulous, her long, black hair brushed out, fresh lipstick, looking radiant like she was ready to go out on the town, not what I’d have expected after a day riding.
“You look good,” I told her. A fuckin’ understatement, if ever there was one.
“Thank you, I wanted you to see what I wore on our ride today. I think Alan approved.” She stood, reconfiguring her laptop so it’d get the picture of her doing her pirouette. Damn, those leather pants fit her body like she’d been poured into them. She reminded me of Mel McDaniel’s song, ‘Baby’s Got Her Blue Jeans On,’ except that Dani knew exactly how good she looked.
“And how was your ride?” I asked her, figuring I’d let her bring up last night.
“Great… would’ve been better if it had been just the two of us.” She smiled, hugging her body, making sure I knew exactly what she meant, “But, wow, what beautiful views, I’d love to show you sometime. I did get some pictures, though, I’ll email to you, but they’re not going to show what it was really like. Maybe the movie will have a scene from that trail, so pretty.”
We both sat, I guess waiting for the other to bring up last night. Finally, Dani asked me, “What time did Elle leave this morning?”
I smiled, remembering our shower that morning. “I was a little late opening the store, about ten minutes. She left right before. I trust you saw last night? Thank you for that. Oh, by the way, that security company did a bang-up job keeping those cameras hidden.”
Dani smiled, that million-dollar smile I’ve always loved, then a giggle, “That’s because… there, uh… were no cameras. I sorta made that up.”
My eyes went wide, my jaw must have dropped open, “But you said…”
“I know. I didn’t think you’d take her home unless I told you there were cameras.” Another smile, “Guess it worked, huh… So how was it, you have a good night?”
I couldn’t help chuckling, “Pretty ordinary, I’d guess. We fucked in the hot tub, I convinced Elle she needs to wear her black babydoll in a wet t-shirt contest, we fucked in our bed… actually, ‘made love’ would be a more accurate description, Elle on top, then we fucked in the shower again this morning, Other than that, was a pretty boring, routine night… well, except for the sleeping all tangled up with my naked, sexy high school crush, that was quite enjoyable. Oh, and I let her drive your Mustang home this morning. I think she’d have felt funny driving her car last night in nothing except that little babydoll nightie, so she rode with me.”
She rocked back and forth with her arms wrapped around herself. “So… tell me about your love scene with Alan?” I asked her.
Dani rolled her eyes and let out a little sigh, “God, that man is…” she hesitated a moment, “I told you last night, I want you to see it. Just… prepare yourself. That’s all I’m going to say.”
We talked another half hour, Dani trying to get more details of my night with Elle, and I tried to get details about her love scene. Neither of us were successful. Then we reverted to that old faithful, the weather. She told me that it’s been unseasonably warm in Montana, the same as here.
A few minutes after we’d clicked off, an email from Dani popped up, the pictures she’d promised. There were eleven, and she hadn’t exaggerated, they were positively stunning!
My dreams that night consisted of some variation of Dani with Alan Ryder, me with another night with Elle, and even Jenny made her appearance, inviting me over to watch that video with them, the one she’d made on her cell phone… with the expected results. That was one I hoped would eventually come true when I woke up the next morning. Somehow though, my nighttime dreams hadn’t been coming true like so many of my coma dreams had.
The store picked back up during the week. Sundays have always been a little slow, we were open mostly as a convenience to those weekend mechanics that needed something last minute more so than just a profit. Besides, I didn’t want those people to think they could get their parts at a different store.
The rest of the week more than made up for it. I couldn’t have been happier with the turnout at the new store, which seemed to be maintained after our opening.
Wednesday, I called and talked to Dave Alvarez, asking him if I could get a key to the farmhouse for my contractor to get a head start designing the renovations. He said he’d be happy to send one. I called Wade, my contractor for the stores, and he suggested it’d be better if I had an architect look at it with me, giving me a name he recommended strongly, Ashley Robertson, that he’d worked with often (yes, his architect was a woman). I called her, explaining who I was, what I needed, and she said she’d be happy to meet me next week. I told her I’d call as soon as I got a key to the house.
Dani and I talked every night. She was just ecstatic about the movie; the story, the shoots, everything. She said that everyone on the set was certain they were going to have a hit on their hands.
Then, Thursday afternoon, I received a surprise call from Janet, the movie’s publicist, the woman I’d spent several days with, telling her everything about my coma dreams. She wanted me to come to Tampa the following week, almost demanded it, and said the studio would pay for everything. She wanted me to fly down Thursday, meet with her Friday, then I could do whatever I wanted Saturday, either there or come home. The thing she wouldn’t say was why, what was so important.
I told Dani about it that night, asking her if she had any idea what it was about. She didn’t, they hadn’t said anything to her about it. “Are you going?” she asked me.
“She sounded like it was important, so yeah, I’ll go. It’s a week from today so it’ll give me time to make arrangements at the store.”
“Alone?” she asked.
I nodded, we were skyping after all, so she was watching me. “Not sure who I’d take, the kids are both busy. Besides, another airline ticket and hotel room would be kinda expensive.”
“Welllll…” she said coyly, “you could ask Elle. I’ll bet she’d enjoy the trip. You wouldn’t need another room.”
I stared at Dani, “You do realize what you’re suggesting, don’t you?”
She laughed–LAUGHED! “What, you think I’m naïve? I know exactly what I’m suggesting… and I’d expect you both to enjoy it, too.”
It was after ten when we got off our computers. I wanted to call Elle right then but thought better of it. It’d wait one day. No way in hell was I going to turn down Dani’s offer.
The next day, when I knew Elle’d be at lunch, I had a friggin’ customer, one that had a long list of things her husband needed for his F150’s brake job and tune-up. Jeremy and Sam were both with customers, so I couldn’t pawn her off on them, and by the time I’d gathered everything and finished the sale, Elle’s lunchtime was over, DAMMIT! The only consolation was that she was a damned good-looking woman and in my current state of mind…
I called that evening as soon as I knew she’d be off work. Yes, she wanted to go! She said she’d put in for those days off first thing Monday morning, but it wouldn’t be a problem as she’d built up a lot of vacation time and her manager had been bugging her about using it. I was on freakin’ cloud nine! I still had no clue what the trip was about, but at that point, it didn’t matter.
I’d gotten the information on the airline ticket and hotel earlier that day, so called Alaska Airlines, and purchased another first-class round-trip ticket ($683 plus $37 for the bag I knew Elle’d need). I had to switch my seat for us to sit together, but they took care of that. There wasn’t a connecting flight from Pasco, so we’d need to drive to Seattle early Thursday morning.
Saturday morning, another surprise–just like in my dream the other night, Jenny called and said they’d intended on watching her video (the one of her and me) the weekend before, but again, Richard had an emergency come up. “You want to come to dinner tonight at about seven?”
Life was freakin’ good!
I got ready that evening, not knowing what to expect. I know what I hoped, though! I wore a pair of blue slacks and a tan button-up shirt, nothing too dressy, just a little nicer than I’d normally have worn to a dinner at their house. Richard and Jenny are both wine drinkers, so I stopped at Safeway and bought two bottles of the most expensive wine they had. With what little knowledge I had about wine (none), that was the only way I had any idea of what might be good. Besides, the bottle looked fancy.
When I arrived, Jenny met me at the door with a hug and not-too-short kiss on my lips. Obviously, our relationship had changed. Before, she’d always met us with just a brief hug. I handed Richard the wine, he looked at one of the labels with a smile on his face, “Good choice,” he said, not seeming overly concerned about that greeting.
I hadn’t even thought about it before that minute, it was the first I’d seen Richard since that night. The vision that went through my mind that moment was of him sucking Dani’s naked tit, the jealousy shooting through me like a lightning bolt.
Kind of an irrational thought, since we were just about to watch a video of me fucking his wife.
“You okay?” Jenny asked, looking concerned.
I took a deep breath and the vision was gone, “Yeah, I’m fine, just dizzy for a few seconds, not sure what happened.” Liar! I knew exactly. What the hell was it going to do to me when I saw Dani and Alan Ryder on screen?
Speaking of Jenny, God, she looked good. She wasn’t wearing anything particularly sexy, a short, button-up-the-front denim dress looking for all the world like a long-tail men’s shirt. The thing is that Jenny is an exceptionally attractive woman. Pretty much anything she wears is sexy, that dress being no exception.
It was still hard for me to believe what had happened that night, the video I was there to watch with them. Just the thought of it was hardening my dick as we stood there.
“Dinner’s almost done, want anything to drink?” Jenny asked in that seductive voice.
“Maybe just a glass of wine,” I suggested. Where the hell had that come from? I don’t even like wine. Usually, it’s just iced tea. Maybe my subconscious was telling me that a glass of wine might settle my nerves.
Richard popped open one of the bottles I’d brought and dug out a couple long-stemmed wine glasses. They’re a little more equipped for ‘formal’ than Dani and I are.
He and I sat in the living room with our glasses of wine while Jenny finished getting dinner out of the oven. It smelled delicious, pork roast. I wasn’t sure exactly what to say, I was there to watch a video of me fucking his wife with them. And maybe… I didn’t know when Jenny had set up her phone that night, was it before or after she and Dani had done their thing with me blindfolded?
“Dinner’s on the table, boys,” Jenny announced.
Richard set beside Jenny, across the table from me. I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it, don’t think so, but Jenny’s a really wonderful cook, besides her other talents. She’d made dinner rolls, the pork roast, baked potatoes, and some sauteed veggies. It was all so good, it almost made me forget what was coming. Nah, not that good!
I told them what Dani had said, how happy Dani’s director was with the movie so far, and that he was predicting it would be a huge hit. “She said they’ve done some of the love scenes, guess she’s been pretty turned on by them.”
“I can imagine,” Jenny said, “it’s been three weeks since she left, a long time to go without, spending so much time with that hunk of a guy… I remember him in high school, all the girls had a crush, then doing those kinds of scenes with him! She tell you anything about them?”
“No, just ‘to be prepared’ when I watch them.”
“Mmm, sounds ominous, doesn’t it? I’m anxious to see it. Does she have any idea when that might be?” Jenny asked.
“She said that they’re planning a private showing for the cast, crew, and spouses the weekend before Thanksgiving, then the public opening Thanksgiving Day,” I answered, “I can’t wait.”
“Neither can we,” Richard said, “that’ll make an interesting holiday weekend.”
“Yeah, will. I bet she’ll be a little nervous, probably more than a little, about our kids and parents seeing it.”
“Maybe like I am about Richard seeing this recording for the first time,” Jenny added.
I looked back and forth between Jenny and Richard, “You’ve told him about it though, I presume, what’s on it?”
Jenny smiled, “Not. A. Word. I guess I’m a lot like Dani, I want him to see what happened, rather than I tell it.” She took Richard’s hand and squeezed it, “What he does know is that he’s the one I love and always will.”
“Is Dani going back to teaching? Will she want to?” Richard asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered, “we’ve talked about it, she’s said that she’ll need to talk to the superintendent, probably after she gets home after the movie’s done, explain everything to him, and see what he says. I’m guessing those love scenes might be a problem. I’m pretty sure she wants to, though.”
Dinner was finished, so we all got up and cleaned off the table, loaded the dishwasher, refilled our wine glasses from the 2nd bottle of the night, and retired to the living room. I was nervous as hell, realizing that Richard didn’t know I’d fucked his wife that night. I’d assumed that she’d told him that much, at least. Now, I was about three-quarters scared. Thank God for the wine or I might’a been out the door.
Speaking of wine, which, I think is a terrible waste of good grapes, that first bottle had already disappeared, and we’d already opened the second. It didn’t seem quite so bad as most I’ve drunk. I’m not used to alcohol, even the relatively small amount in wine. I’m not sure if it was the wine or just the present company, most likely a combination of both, but I was horny as hell, albeit a bit light-headed. Maybe, too, the anticipation of that video we were about to watch… and what I had no idea of, the ‘after’. Hell, I think any normal human would be horny.
We all three sat on the couch, Jenny in the middle between Richard and me. Her phone was connected to the TV by a long cord, Richard turned it on, set it on the right HDMI input, and Jenny hit the ‘play’ arrow on her phone. We were doing this!
It was playing right there on their big TV. Jenny had been right in front of her phone, sitting on Dani’s nightstand, then stepped away from it. I hadn’t even noticed a phone recording that night. They’d made me strip, said they were going to rent me out. Crap! Double crap! I’d forgotten about that little humiliation. I guess it was just good-natured kidding, nothing to be humiliated about, but still…
I groaned, scooting down on the couch, trying to make myself disappear, watching myself stripping, Dani and Jenny’s faces trying not to break out laughing, discussing my ‘worth’. I was not enjoying Richard watching my humiliation, either. The only compensation for watching this was that I’d finally get to ‘see’ Dani and Jenny together.
I was being handcuffed… and then… Jenny’s lips on my cock. It was making me hard all over again, very hard. I glanced over at Richard, his face was grim, squeezing Jenny’s hand, almost looking like he was trying to hurt her, watching her sucking another guy’s dick. But he had a pretty good tent in his slacks, too, so he couldn’t have been too unhappy. Jenny pulled her hand away and pushed it under his pants. I watched out of the corner of my eyes as her hand, hidden inside his slacks, wrapped around his you-know-what.
Watching Jenny’s lips on my cock, I hadn’t even noticed what Dani was doing at the time, tying my hands and feet together. After that, Dani and Jenny were both out of the picture, putting on their makeup, and talking about lipstick, Dani’s Rose Petal Peach, the lipstick she’d modeled in my dream that had been the original impetus for this whole real-life movie thing.
A moment later, Jenny, on screen, stripping. Fuck, the girl was good! You’d have thought she’d done it before, many times. Hmm, I wonder…?
It seemed that Richard thought so, too. When Jenny had sat on the couch, her dress rode up on her thighs, and his hand crept up underneath it, returning her favor. He’d apparently gotten over his initial shock of watching his wife giving her best friend’s husband a VERY nice blowjob.
She hadn’t let me come, though. I sure as hell remembered that.
The time had finally come, I’d been blindfolded that night and hadn’t been able to see, just hear. Richard and I were finally going to get to watch our wives… FUCK! Dani had moved a picture frame in front of the fucking phone!
We had a fantastic view of the back of what I knew was a portrait of our family that Dani had on her nightstand; Dani, me, Jon, his wife, Tammy, and Jodi, not that it fucking mattered! Jenny snickered when she realized what had happened, “I didn’t even know she’d done that,” she said. It was damned well blocking the view I’d been anticipating all this time, Dani and Jenny giving each other what was still sounding like a hell of an orgasm.
All we could do was listen to the two women on the TV, with Jenny sitting between us, saying, “Oh guys, don’t you wish you could see this?”
Shit yeah! I’d been blindfolded in my dream when it was Dani, and I found out later, Elle; blindfolded in real life when it was Dani and Jenny, then tonight discovering that Dani had covered up the lens of Jenny’s phone. Fuckkk!
Jenny’s naked body had slid onto my lap while I still hadn’t been able to see. That experience was still fresh in my mind, too bad that Richard wasn’t seeing it either, his wife pulling my mouth down to suck her tit, driving me out of my mind… and again just then at their house, seeing nothing on their TV except the back of that picture frame.
But oh man, we could we listen! Maybe it wasn’t as exciting as being there that night, but damn! There has got to be a repeat between those two. This was every guy’s dream come true, the woman I’d drooled over for decades, sitting naked on my lap, her tit in my mouth… followed by her and Dani… nothing except the noises of their sex together.
From the looks of Richard, he was thinking the same thing. The tent in his slacks had grown significantly. He wasn’t alone in that little problem.
I kept drinking more wine, more to have something to do with my hands, thinking it wasn’t my place to do with them what I wanted. I didn’t know what might happen later, after the video, but for now, I was keeping my hands to myself. But God, I wanted to be doing the same thing Richard was doing with his, under Jenny’s skirt.
Dani was moaning, the sucking noises, kissing? Of course, Jenny throwing fuel on the fire, saying, “I love this pussy, so smooth!”
I’d been so freakin’ hard that night, was again. So was Richard, he wasn’t trying to hide it. Of course, he had the added benefit of his wife’s hand around him.
On the TV, Jenny was back on my lap. We couldn’t see, but I knew, and Jenny did, too. Then Jenny’s words that I’ll never forget, “Dani hasn’t said yet that I could fuck you, but…”
God, I hoped to hell that they’d moved that picture frame out of the way before…!
It was Jenny’s turn to be moaning on the TV. Except it wasn’t only there. The real life Jenny was moaning too, her hips undulating to Richard’s hand between her legs. It was distracting as hell from the video and I lost track of it, not even trying to hide the fact of where I was watching.
It was what I knew was coming next that had me nervous about Richard.
The picture frame was moved, (thank you Lord!) and it showed me climbing on the bed behind a very naked, very sexy Jennifer Garland. I was feeling like it must feel for a guy in a strip club being told he can’t touch. I hadn’t been ‘told’, but without an invitation, I wasn’t gonna. But God, I wanted my hand on Jenny, somewhere, anywhere, just to feel that sexy skin. That video was driving me outta my mind!
The three of us watched that big-screen TV, me behind Jenny. My heart was pounding, hardly able to breathe, watching as the video showed me pushing, Jenny rocking back, my cock impaled deep inside her.
Richard let out a groan, Jenny biting her lip, eyes wide.
Dani’s legs were spread wide, Jenny’s face between them, Dani with her hands on the back of Jenny’s head, screaming, “Fuck her, fuck her hard!”
The look on my face, the hard grimace when I came inside Jenny… the scream of her orgasm, the long, drawn out, “Ohhhh” coming from her sitting between Richard and me.
Richard flipped off the TV, pulled his wife to her feet, Jenny following suit and pulling me, Richard leading her… us to their bedroom.
“I want you to undress her, take your time… and I’ll be disappointed if you don’t both savor it… and then I’m going to fuck her!” Richard sat on the edge of the bed, leaving Jenny and me standing, my heart pounding a hole in my chest.
Jenny leaned forward, her open mouth meeting mine. Almost instantly, our kiss was frantic, my hands shaking as I started on that first button of her dress.
I pulled away, concentrating on those buttons; one, then another… and another…
I pushed it apart, finding her bra-clad breast with my hand, massaging it through the satiny material, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Again, we kissed, my left hand on her breast, the other working those big buttons loose. If there was such a thing as dreams coming true, this was it. I guess I was becoming an expert at ‘dreams coming true’!
Richard sat on the edge of the bed, literally inches away from us, just watching as I opened his wife’s denim dress. Jenny’s body is trim and tight, much more so than either Dani’s or Elle’s. I guess it makes sense, given Jenny’s entire career as a professional dancer.
She’s nearly fifty, and her body is one that any woman her age would be envious of. Hell, most women half her age would be envious. I know for a fact that Dani is, she’s mentioned it so many times over the years. Well, maybe not ‘envious’, but admired.
Speaking of which, I slipped her dress off her shoulders, the short sleeves down her arms, and it fell to the floor. My dick was freaking hard as I reached around her and found the clasp of her bra, unsnapped it, and Jenny let it fall off her shoulders, joining her dress on the floor.
Richard had said to ‘savor’ Jenny’s disrobing. I took that as permission for ‘whatever’. And ‘whatever’, far as I was concerned, included sucking those delectable nipples and breasts. There’s something to be said about being able to get nearly all of a woman’s naked tit into your mouth.
Jenny seemed to think so too, the way the moans were escaping her mouth and her hands pulling me onto her. I switched to her other nipple and tit, getting another lively reaction from her and my dick. I sucked that tit like it was going to be my last meal on this earth, my hands around Jenny’s back, pulling her tight, wandering up and down, feeling those firm buttocks under those slinky, thong panties.
Jenny’s manicured fingernails dug into my back, my scalp, a most delectable pain, indeed. Reluctantly, but with another goal in mind, I abandoned that tit, my lips leaving a trail of dampness down her tummy. At that point, I had no idea about Richard and didn’t fucking care. All I knew about him was that he’d said to enjoy, and I had every intention of following through.
I paused a moment at Jenny’s navel, tickling it with my tongue, then inched lower to the elastic of her thong, tugging the front down ever so slightly with my teeth.
God, even writing this, remembering it, is making me hard all over again. Please give me a minute, I need to go use the bathroom!
Mmm, that was an enjoyable little break.
Jenny was moaning, her hips writhing, my teeth letting go, lips traveling just a little lower over that satin material, my nostrils absorbing the scent of her. She spread her legs slightly, pulling at my head, my mouth pressing the satin between her lips. I trembled as I pulled the elastic down, revealing the soft, bare lips beneath.
Somewhere, off in the distance, there was a groan, Richard. His problem.
Jenny spread her legs, her fingers digging into my scalp once again, pulling me to her most intimate place, my tongue reveling in the taste of her. She let out a loud moan when I sucked her clit ever so briefly. God, I wanted to be the one slipping my cock inside those lips! I thought of her sitting back on the bed, wrapping her legs around my waist, and…
But that was for her husband. I pulled away and pushed her panties down, stopping with them at her ankles, reluctant to go those last few inches, which would mean she’d climb on the bed, and Richard, her husband, would finish what I’d started. I’d be a bystander, watching something I’d never seen before, at least not in real life. I didn’t want to just watch, I wanted… needed to do!
I nuzzled those pussy lips one last time, stood up, sucking briefly a nipple, then kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips, stood back, and watched as Jenny stepped her feet closer together, letting her panties fall to the floor. She climbed onto the bed, on her hands and knees, looked back at her husband with a smile, and said, “Fuck me!”
Then, as Richard was ripping his clothes off, she looked over at me, licking her lips, “You too, get your clothes off and come here.”
My mama didn’t raise no dummy! You can damn well win the bet that I didn’t argue. I glanced at Richard, he gave the slightest nod, at least I thought I’d seen a nod, good enough for me, and the race to naked was on.
Dani briefly flashed through my mind, wishing that she was here. But she wasn’t, not for the last three weeks, not for the next seven. I knew Jenny’d talked to Dani about tonight and was pretty damned sure she wasn’t going to do anything behind her back.
I was calmly (yeah, right!) taking my socks off when Richard was climbing on the bed behind his wife, who was still on her hands and knees, rocking back and forth, long red hair falling around her face.
My heart was pounding a hole in my chest as I climbed in front of her, my body shaking, awaiting what came next. We were kissing, Jenny’s tongue in my mouth when I felt her lips stiffen and an ‘Unh,’ escape. Richard was inside her!
She pulled away, looking down, and rocking back, drool drizzling from her mouth. A few seconds later, her hot, wet lips were sliding down my cock.
“Ohh fuck,” I heard myself say as every one of Richard’s thrusts reverberated through Jenny’s body, slamming her mouth down around my cock.
I’d love to be able to tell you that this went on for some interminable period, but in reality, I was already so close to orgasm from all the evening’s teasing. The moment Jenny’s lips touched my cock, the orgasm started building. By about the third or fourth time her lips hit my pelvis, I was holding on for dear life, gritting my teeth, trying to forestall the inevitable, to no avail.
In all fairness to me, from the expression on his face, it seemed that Richard was having the same problem with his dick inside Jenny’s vagina. I tried to warn her, but nothing came out except a groan, then, “Jenny, I… I…” And I exploded inside her mouth, sending spurt after spurt down her throat. Seeing her swallow, knowing what she was swallowing, only made it that much more intense.
I think that seeing what was happening in front of Jenny had the same effect on Richard, as he let out a huge growl, his muscles stiffened, and he buried himself inside her. The final piece of the chain reaction came a few seconds later when Jenny released me, her eyes closed tight, mouth open in a silent scream, letting me see the copious amount of cum still in her mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, a little after eleven, after I regained what little strength I had left, I’d thanked my host and especially my hostess for a wonderful evening, dressed, and was sitting in the car in their driveway. It was late, after midnight in Montana, so I knew Dani’d be sleeping. I texted her, ‘Just leaving Jenny’s, had a wonderful evening, tell you about it tomorrow, night, XXX.’ There was no way I’d be up to Skyping with her after getting home, even if she did happen to be awake.
God, I missed her! This had already been by far the longest we’d been apart since the day we met, and it was still another seven weeks until the Calgary Stampede when I’d see her again. These brief excursions like tonight were fun (can you say understatement!) but they weren’t Dani. I wanted my wife!
Sunday was a short day at the store, we’re only open from ten til three. When I got home, I opened my laptop and plugged it in so it wouldn’t die before Dani’s Skype. I alternated between Facebook videos and FUBO tv (we ditched our cable–you really needed to know that, ha!), waiting for my Skype to pop up with Dani’s beautiful face.
It was eight-forty-seven when I finally saw her, nearly ten in Montana. She looked tired, which she quickly confirmed, “Tony’s been working us so hard, the guy has no mercy.”
I was dying to know, “Any more of those love scenes?” I asked her.
She hesitated before answering, “Uhuh,” was all she said, before adding, “what about you, I guess you had a good night last night?”
I wondered what she knew, if she’d talked to Jenny? “Yeah, you knew I was going to Richard and Jenny’s, we, uhh… watched a video… the video…”
Dani chuckled, a smile on her face, “I guess maybe if I won’t tell you about my scenes, maybe it’s fair you don’t tell me what happened last night,” she said.
Except I was dying to tell her, “Unless you want to…” she added, that look on her face that was saying loud and clear, ‘tell, tell!’
Now, all of a sudden, badly as I wanted to tell Dani all about it, I wanted her to just ‘want me to’, even worse.
“Well…” I started, “Richard hadn’t seen it until before, we, uhh… maybe I shouldn’t tell you, might make you jealous… or something.”
She got that playful, pouty look on her face, but for just an instant before that look, there was another one, real indignation, frustration, whatever you might want to call it, but she wanted me to tell, badly, I could tell. “You’re just going to have to use your imagination,” I told her, but then with a big smile on my face, “but put it in overdrive before you do.”
Poor Dani, she was getting a bit of her own medicine and didn’t act as she liked it, the groan, a very sincere groan. Then she recovered, changing the subject, “Oh, we’ve had some news, I’ve told you that Christian Bale was going to be ‘my’ husband… well, apparently something came up, he can’t do it, some family emergency, they’re getting Josh Brolin instead.”
Josh Brolin… I tried to think, watching Dani on Skype, she sure didn’t seem disappointed… oh yeah, THAT Josh Brolin. Dani had fallen head over heels for him after seeing him in a movie a couple years ago. No wonder she wasn’t disappointed. Wish I could remember the name of the movie.
We spent another fifteen minutes talking about whatever; my unknown-for-what-reason trip to Tampa coming up, I told her that Elle was going with me, which brought a smile. I didn’t tell her about getting the key to the farm, I wanted that to be a surprise when she gets home.
Dani finally told me she had to get to bed, that she was tired and it was going to be another long day Monday.
And then it seemed so lonely when we clicked off our computers. God, I wanted my Dani home. Seven. More. Weeks!
I looked up Josh Brolin on Google, the movie was ‘Labor Day’, he was a good guy convicted of a murder he hadn’t done, escaped from a hospital, took Kate Winslet’s character ‘hostage’, stayed with her evading the police over Labor Day weekend, they fell in love… and so on. Maybe a bit more detailed than that, but guess it’s not important. The ‘important’ thing is that Dani was totally taken with Josh Brolin. Wow, I think back to watching that movie with her, if someone had told us that he’d be her ‘husband’ in a major movie, we’d have laughed them out of the house.
I laughed at my thought, if someone would have told us any of what’s been going on in our lives, we’d have laughed them out of the house.
The key to the farm’s house arrived in my mail Monday morning. I called the architect Wade had recommended and agreed to meet her Wednesday morning to drive out to the farm together.
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, thank God for the store! It kept my mind occupied so I couldn’t dwell on everything happening in my life; Dani being gone, that night with Jenny, Elle, the upcoming trip to Tampa with her, and so on. I still had no idea what that trip was about, what Janet wanted with me. The only thing I could think of was that it had to have something to do with my dreams I’d told her.
I met Ashley, the architect, at eight, Wednesday morning, and rode with her out to the farm. I tried explaining to her what Dani and I wanted for the house; keeping the original historical atmosphere, but make it modern. I had no idea how to do that, it’s why we were hiring a professional.
It was exciting when we got there. I’d never been in the house before, didn’t even know the farm existed until Dani showed it to me a few months ago. I unlocked and opened the door, it looked exactly like I’d imagine an old 40s-50s house would be like, like someone had walked out the week before, except for the dust. I had no idea if anyone had lived in it after Dani’s grandparents sold it.
Ashley was excited, she loved the house, said she knew exactly what to do with it, went around, and pointed out her ideas. I asked her about appliances, and she said she had ideas but would need to do some research.
We spent the next few hours measuring, Ashley crawling through the attic and crawl space, doing drawings, and taking pictures. Afterward, we checked out the barn, more measurements, drawings, and pictures. I could tell that it was going to need some structural upgrades plus a new roof and siding.
Back at her office, we signed a contract, I gave her my phone number for any questions, and she said she should have plans ready within a month. I told her there was no hurry, that we wouldn’t be able to take ownership for at least a couple months, minimum. I was already looking forward to the look on Dani’s parents’ faces when we handed them the key to their new home.
Then I went home and began packing for our trip. I was picking Elle up at four in the morning for the drive to Seattle. Our flight was at nine-fifteen. It was going to be a long day, getting to Tampa at five-thirty in the evening. Then what? I was licking my lips in anticipation of that night. We’d talked about driving to Seattle Wednesday evening and spending the night but thought it’d be more fun if our first night together was in Tampa. I guess we could have gotten two rooms, but who thinks of things like that?
The one thing I was sure of is that I was looking forward to that night!