After the Reunion Ch. 02

"Are you serious? You and Kayla, a fashion show?" my slack-jawed mouth asked her.

"Uhunh, she's looking forward to it." Then she whispered to me, almost like she was trying to keep a secret, "I told her about last weekend."

I looked at my wife in disbelief, "Everything?"

She grinned and nodded, "Everything."

"And?" I asked her,

"And what?" she asked back.

I was getting frustrated, "What the hell did she say?"

She giggled again, "That's for girls to know and husbands to wonder."

I didn't even know what to think, "Did she tell her husband?"

"I don't know, I didn't follow her home and spy," she laughed, then said, "I think she was kind of shocked."

This whole conversation had turned me on and my cock was so hard! Kayla knew and most likely had told her husband about our sex weekend... and we were going there Saturday for a sexy style show! There was only one thing I wanted to do! I took my wife's hand and led her to our bedroom. She grinned and followed along, acting as eager as I was.

I stripped down and climbed into bed. Addie (I decided I like her nickname and that's what I'm going to call her from now on) went into the dressing room to get herself ready. My cock was so ready to be inside her pussy! A few minutes later she came out wearing... flannel pajamas, WTF! She giggled and told me, "Kayla and I decided that our guys would enjoy our style show more if we practiced a little chastity between now and then."

I looked at her dumbfounded. I wanted... no, I NEEDED to make love! Her shopping with Kayla, then a style show, then that she'd told Kayla about our weekend had turned me into a white-hot furnace! Now she's telling me no sex till Saturday? "Oh God!" I moaned. "Okay honey, you win. But please no flannel, wear something nice to bed, please?"

"Are you sure. I thought the flannel would be easier on both our libidos."

I did agree with that but still didn't want her to wear flannel to bed. "Probably so," I told her, "but I don't like it, especially not tonight. Besides, you might roast."

"Okay my sweet, your wish is my command." Then she climbed back out of bed and back into her dressing room. I closed my eyes a few minutes waiting for her. It was obvious the next few days were going to be more than difficult! A few minutes later, I opened my eyes when she came back into the room and sat on the bed. Oh shit! She had put on the silk nightgown she'd bought for our trip to Seattle, the one Tanya had borrowed and worn to bed with me after the strip poker game! It still had Tanya's perfume scent on it!

There I was in bed naked, Addie wearing a silk nightgown that brought back the most erotic memories ever, my cock was stiff and aching, and naturally, she said to me, "We're not doing anything, but I want you to feel." She took my hand, pulled it down between her legs and I felt how baby-soft and bare she was, even more so than the night before. "Kayla and I had ourselves waxed and oiled this afternoon," she whispered in my ear. Naturally, she wasn't wearing the matching panties.

What the hell! Was she trying to kill me with sexy? I felt her for a moment, desperately wanting to push my fingers inside her, but pulled my hand away. This was Wednesday. I anticipated some long, horny nights ahead before Saturday! "Are you starting to wear your new clothes tomorrow?" I asked her.

"No, you don't get any hint until Saturday night. But I promise I'll let you see them and then pick out something for me to wear Monday."

"Oh goody, you know I'll hold you to that Monday, right?"

She winked one eye at me, "I know you will, that's why I said it." Something to definitely look forward to Monday morning! I remembered how much fun it had been picking out things for Tanya to wear last Monday morning. I didn't think I'd be quite so modest with my own wife.

I closed my eyes, rolled away and tried to go to sleep. Of course, Addie snuggled her silk covered body behind me. I must have laid in bed for hours before finally going to sleep.

Thursday morning, I dropped the kids at daycare again, went home and entered tax information from our trip into the computer. My mind wandered to Darrell, Addie's high school boyfriend. The longer I sat at my computer working, the more I wondered about him. As I sat there, I had a brainstorm. I looked in the top of our bedroom closet and found her old yearbooks. Her Junior yearbook yielded paydirt... there he was! Except his name was spelled Daryl, instead of Darrell. No wonder I hadn't been able to find him on facebook. His graduation picture was a good picture of him, a nice looking kid, I could see why a girl could fall for him; long, black hair, kind of a rakish grin on his face, sitting on a tree stump. I wondered if that was an indication that he was the outdoorsy type.

There were a few other pictures throughout the book, with the football team, the prom his senior year with his arm around his girl... my wife, with a short dress and a big smile on her face. Obviously, she went to the Prom with him two years, not just one. He signed his picture, "Adriana, we had a lot of fun together, didn't we? Hope we see each other again, Love Daryl."

Now that I knew how to spell his name correctly, I checked facebook again, found the profile of Daryl Erickson in Ontario with a wealth of information: He joined the Air Force shortly after high school and just got out about a year ago; he and his dad have a small leather works shop in Ontario where they make and sell hand-made leather goods, such as belts, billfolds, vests, purses and so on; from his posts, he seems to fall a little more liberal than I would have expected from a military guy in Eastern Oregon; interestingly, I didn't see any mention of a woman in his life. Obviously, from what Addie told me, he's not gay! His profile picture shows quite a good-looking guy, too.

I thought about his little leather shop and a devious plan started to form in my evil mind. I couldn't help but grin to myself. I wondered if he'd like to expand a little bit and perhaps get some of their product in some other stores, for instance, our stores. I thought about what my wife had said Wednesday night about starting to wear her new sexy clothes Monday and even letting me pick what she wore that day.

I looked on Google under his store name and found a phone number. I was nervous and excited when I called him. "Hello, this is Western Works Leather, may I help you?" he answered the phone.

"Hi, is this Daryl Erickson?" I asked.

"Yes," he responded. YES! I was afraid maybe the facebook page was old or something and he wouldn't be there anymore.

"Daryl, this is Matt Jeppeson. I know you don't know me, but I'm hoping we might get to know each other better." I went on to explain to him about our three stores; that I'd seen his facebook page about his leather shop and asked if he might be interested in expanding his business a little bit by putting some of his product in our stores.

He hesitated a little bit before answering and finally said, "I might. It sounds interesting. Could we maybe meet sometime and talk about it?" YES! Hook, line, and sinker!

"That'd be great," I told him, "let me check my calendar." I made it a point to ruffle some papers on my desk before getting back to him, "It looks like the first time we might have available would be Monday evening, say seven o'clock. Maybe we could buy you dinner?"

He took a brief moment, probably checking his calendar as well, "Sounds good to me, I'll be looking forward to it."

I was excited but didn't want to sound like it, so I consciously kept my voice normal, "Wonderful," I told him, "we should be able to do some business together, maybe make both of us a little extra money. We'll meet you at your shop, okay? That'll give us a chance to take a look at what you're selling and how it'll fit in with ours, as well."

When we got off the phone, I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat! Now, one more phone call, to my wife.

"Hi hon, what's up?" she asked when she answered.

"I wanted to tell you that I just got a line on another product we might be able to stock, a little leather shop in Ontario that might be interested in putting some of their product in our stores."

"Great," she said, "I love anything local."

"The only problem is, that they can't meet us until Monday evening. I suggested we maybe could take them out for a dinner meeting, but I don't want to leave the kids with a sitter that night. You're better at those things than I am, think you could do that?"

She groaned at that, "Ouch," she said, "that'll make me pretty late getting home. You're sure you're okay with that?" Maybe even later than she thinks, maybe much later!

"I know it will and I thought about that, but I think it's pretty unavoidable with their schedule. I also think it'll be more than worth it."

"Okay, I guess I'll do that. See you later, love." Then she added under her breath, "And try not to be too horny tonight!" I hung up, a big grin spread across my face! I would give just about anything to be there when my scantily clad wife... and I was going to make damned sure she was VERY scantily clad, dressed to seduce, meets our newest client, her first lover, the one who took her virginity, for dinner! I was doubly anxious to see her new wardrobe to know what I had to pick from for her to wear. Once again, I was rock-hard, imagining the possibilities!

That afternoon, my train of thought was brought back down to earth because we had T-ball practice at four. Even though there are lots of little-league ball fields in Boise, the T-ball kids have a pretty low priority so we don't get to pick our practice times. All the parents can get their kids to practice at four every Thursday except one. We have to pick her up at day-care.

Like I'd said earlier, our emphasis is on the kids having fun, along with learning a little about how to play. Before every practice, we have our chant, "What's our number one rule?" Adriana and I ask, at the top of our voices.

"Have fun!" the kids answer, just as exuberantly.

Adriana and I take turns with them and occasionally another parent helps out, too. One of us will be tossing balls for the kids to catch and throw to one of the bases and the other of us will be helping with batting practice on the "T". We started out batting the ball into the field until Adriana hit it a bit too hard and bopped a little boy on the noggin - ouch! Since then, we just toss it for them to field.

We had fun practicing with the kids for the next hour until another team chased us off the field.

As I knew it would be, the night was hell after we put our two little people to bed. Since I'd insisted Adriana change out of the flannel Wednesday night, she insisted that I sleep naked and she picked out her sexiest negligees to wear to bed. Naturally, after we went to bed, she'd tease me about what she'd told Kayla about our weekend, things like, "I told her how much fun we had playing strip poker," and, "she thinks it'd be fun, too."

Then there was the text message she got from Tanya that she read to me, "Miss all the fun we had. Think we could visit in a couple weeks?"

Adriana grinned at me with that innocent, sweet face, "Your mom and dad are going camping on the Owyhee River the fourth of July weekend. I'll bet they'd love to take the kids with them."

Oh God, I wonder if she realized what the thought of another weekend with Tanya did to me! I suspect she did cuz she had that dreamy look on her face like she was probably thinking about Tanner.

I did realize that by then we would most likely know the results of her pregnancy test.

And of course, during the day I couldn't stop myself from daydreaming about the fireworks Monday night when she discovered our new client was actually Daryl, her high school lover... and how I'd set her up to seduce him!

Friday, I heard back from the clock company and we'd been approved to buy between six to twelve clocks to put in our stores. I called Adriana to discuss and we decided to get seven for now; two in each store and one in our house. They're expensive and this first order we had to pay for up front.

Naturally, that night, both our libido was getting even stronger, but Addie was relentless in insisting on our dress code... naked for me and silky gown for her. At least it wasn't that one that reminded me of Tanya wearing it!

We had a T-ball game at ten, Saturday morning. The weather was damp and drizzly when we got up, and we were afraid we'd have to cancel the game. It hardly ever does that in Boise during the summer! Fortunately, it dried up and the sun came out so we were cleared to play. I have no idea what the score ended up and it doesn't really matter at that age. All the kids bat each inning, regardless of how many outs are made. T-ball isn't about competitiveness, just the kids learning about the game and hopefully, having fun along the way. At least that's how our team approaches it.

Saturday afternoon finally arrived. We'd made arrangements with our sitter to spend the night with the kids in case we didn't make it home. Addie had put her new things in her suitcase and a garment bag and let me carry them out to the Jeep. The Jeep is our 'fun' vehicle. The two older Accords, we use for business and errands. She said she was going to watch me out the window to make sure I didn't peek. I guess she knew me well enough to know she'd better tell me she was watching. As if I'd do something like that!

I was surprised that Addie was wearing a baggy Boise State T-shirt and a pair of very un-sexy shorts, especially after making me put on my one and only silk undies and a nice shirt and slacks.

Kayla and Ethan live in a nice, single story, ranch-style house on about three acres a few miles east of Boise. Between the fact that Ethan does extremely well in real estate and what Addie pays Kayla for managing the store, they do really well for such a young couple and have a very nice home to show for it. Not having any kids yet helps, too!

We got to their house about seven. Kayla had me put Addie's bags in their master bedroom. I didn't glance around to see if any of Kayla's new things might be poking out somewhere that I could get a glimpse. No, I definitely didn't do that. Nothing, dammit!

Kayla and Ethan were working on a pizza, getting it ready to put in the oven. We've had their pizza before, homemade sourdough crust, tons of cheese and covered with pepperoni and Italian sausage. Definitely not something that two very fit, health-conscious females are going to eat often. I think they splurge on it once or twice a year. Luckily, tonight was going to be one of those times. If I had my way, I could live on it... and probably weigh four-hundred pounds.

There must have been a conspiracy because Kayla was dressed pretty much the same way my wife was; a shapeless sweatshirt and baggy shorts. I've actually never seen Kayla dress that way. Like me, Ethan was dressed much nicer than his wife. Neither of our wives had on a speck of makeup or jewelry. Plain Janes, both of them. Pretty attractive Plain Janes, but you get the point. I know that Ethan was just as anxious as I was for that situation to be rectified.

Once he had the pizza in the oven, we retired to the dining room to wait for it to cook. Ethan mentioned that he wanted to mix some drinks so I walked back into the kitchen with him to see if I could help. He was making vodka smoothies out of strawberries, orange juice, ice and a little vodka. I asked him to not put much vodka in mine because it put me to sleep and I definitely didn't want that! Then I reflected on what our wives were going to be doing later, modeling sexy clothes and started to ask him to put a little extra in Addie's. Then it dawned on me that she may be pregnant, so I had to tell him that she couldn't have any at all in hers. That was disappointing because alcohol makes her horny, but a baby's health is a lot more important.

Just as I was about to tell him, Addie popped into the kitchen and told him, "Hey Ethan, no alcohol in mine, please," then disappeared back into the dining room with Kayla.

Ethan looked over at me, inquisitively, and I shrugged, like I had no idea why. I just told him, "I guess you can mix hers and mine together, then.

I guess he didn't want just him and Kayla to be tipsy, so he decided to make them all the same, adding rum flavoring to all of them instead of the vodka.

While we ate, drank, and visited, I noticed Ethan frequently checking out my wife, exactly like I was doing to his; no doubt anticipating later when she'd be transformed into a sex goddess.

The pizza gradually disappeared, down to about half and all four of us were full. The drinks Ethan made were extremely good and we were all on our second. Kayla suggested that Ethan and I could clean up and she and Adriana could maybe find something more comfortable to put on. Both Ethan and I jumped up to start clearing off the table and Ethan made one more drink for the ladies to take with them.

There hadn't been anything sexual said during dinner, but when they started their fashion show, I anticipated it would kick-start Addie's libido into overdrive.

Our wives disappeared into the back and Ethan and I worked in the kitchen and dining room. I stacked dishes in the sink and counter, Ethan loaded them in the dishwasher, then we put up leftovers and cleaned the counters and table until it was all spotless.

We retired to the living room, Ethan to his recliner and I sat on the loveseat. We sat quietly for a few minutes until I asked him, "Ethan, did Kayla tell you anything about our last weekend?"

He shook his head, "No, what about it?"

I was surprised. I had been sure that Kayla had told him what Addie had told her about her reunion trip. "Nothing, just that Addie and I went to her tenth college class reunion in Seattle." The other thing I wondered, I wasn't sure exactly how to ask, "One more question, did, uh, umm," spit it out, Matt! "since the girls went shopping Wednesday, did Kayla, umm... did she let you make love with her?"

He laughed, "I guess that means Adriana cut you off too, huh? No, she didn't! She came home that night, told me that the two of them had bought a bunch of new, sexy stuff," his faced turned a bit red, "and then I found out she'd waxed... down there... She's always trimmed herself, but never been bare... and hasn't let me touch her, at all. I'll admit, Matt, I've been going batshit crazy the last few days!"

"Yeah, me too. That sounds like Addie, too, besides wearing sexy things to bed every night. It's been a long, miserable three nights! I don't know what the hell that was about," I told him, "I think Addie plans on spending the night here and I plan on us getting some damn good use out of your guest room!" To be honest, this conversation was turning me on!

Then Ethan told me, "I hope you won't be offended, Matt, but I'm anxious as hell to see what your wife bought."

I laughed at the absurdity of being offended, "None taken, Ethan, I'll say the same about both my wife and Kayla. With those long legs, your wife is one of the sexiest women I know." Then I added, "You know, you're one lucky son-of-a-bitch!"

"I know, you too, though. Ever since we met, I've admired Adriana."

"You have any idea how long they might be?" I asked him.

He groaned, "Absolutely none!"

We sat quietly for the next several minutes before Ethan asked me, "I'm curious about something, Matt, I've never heard you call Adriana, Addie before. When did that start?"

I explained to him, "Oh, that's the nickname her college friends used to call her. I heard it the first time last weekend and I kind of liked it."

"I do too, you mind if I call her that, too?"

I grinned inside, "No, she likes it. Reminds her of fun times at college." I didn't mention to him that those "fun" times were very sexual.