Jacqui's Wedding Ch. 01 - Loving Wives - Literotica.com

Michelle and I go to Jacqui's wedding.

It was hard for me to believe that in just a week Jacqui was getting married. I couldn't believe it was arriving so quickly. I was more than a little afraid of my emotions watching her being married to another man when I knew I was still in love with her. There wasn't a thing I could do about it though. We'd both known from the beginning that she and I had no long-term future together.

I'd thought about inviting Ginger and Eric for the weekend. I wanted to have another weekend with her, but I knew it was already going to be emotional enough without having another girlfriend with me. Maybe that actually would have been a good thing to distract me, but I'd decided against it and hadn't even mentioned the idea to Michelle.

I got off work at noon Thursday and we drove as far as Missoula, Montana. There are two routes we could take, either the freeway through Spokane, or a two-lane, twisty road over Lolo Pass. We love scenic roads, so Lolo Pass it was. We'd been that way one time years ago, on our way home from Yellowstone and loved it. There's a gorgeous picnic park at the summit where we stopped to enjoy the scenery and make a sandwich for a snack.

Most of the pretty mountainous scenery is on the South side of the pass. After we went over the summit, about seventy-five miles from Missoula, it turned into farms, gradually getting into a little more densely packed residential area as we got closer to town. It was still pretty, but nothing like the North side of the summit.

We got into Missoula about seven that evening and checked into the Best Western. One of our favorite restaurants is the Golden Corral. We don't have one at home, so we look for one when we travel. Fortunately, there is one in Missoula, so that's where we decided to eat dinner. Mostly I love their desserts!

Friday, we drove the rest of the way into Great Falls, about another four hours. We'd slept in a little and had breakfast in the hotel, so didn't get to the Hampton Inn in Great Falls until almost three in the afternoon. They'd reserved several rooms for out-of-towners there so that's where we were staying. The rehearsal was scheduled at seven so we had plenty of time to get a little rest. I didn't plan to go to the rehearsal for two reasons: I didn't have any part in the ceremony; and I didn't want to see Jacqui until the wedding itself.

We lay down for a short nap before Michelle got up and started getting ready. She wore a pair of blue jeans and tan-colored, silk blouse. It wasn't too overtly sexy, but the lacy bra and panties underneath them were. The wedding was going to be at the Columbus Center, about fifteen minutes from the hotel, so she left at six-thirty. I spent the evening watching TV and reading.

Michelle called a little after eight and said she was going to Jacqui's bachelorette party so wouldn't be back until late. I turned the TV off at eleven after some show I was watching on National Geographic about seals. I'm not sure what time it was, but I was awakened with knocking on our door. It took me a few minutes to register what it was. I stumbled out of bed, slipped on my pants that were on the floor and opened the door. Michelle was standing outside, her hair a mess and her blouse buttoned in the wrong button holes. She stepped in, grabbed me and gave me a wet, sloppy, open-mouth kiss. Besides my cock growing six inches in length within a few seconds, I tasted the very strong taste of alcohol on my wife's lips.

I was totally amazed, asking her, "Sweetheart, are you drunk?"

"I dunno, don't tink so." She giggled, "Maybe teeny, tiny bit." If you're read very many of my stories, you know that neither Michelle or I drink, except for a glass or two of wine very rarely. I had never in my life up to that point seen my wife actually drunk!

"I wanna fuck you, maybe you fuck me," she blurted out. Who was I to deny my gorgeous, drunk wife her wishes? I led her to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off of her. Somehow, during the evening she'd misplaced her sexy bra. Then I undid her blue jeans and pulled them off, leaving her with nothing on but her tiny, lacy panties. I lay her back on the bed and very briefly sucked a nipple in my mouth getting a groan out of Michelle and her fingers pulling at my hair.

I'd just awakened and had to relieve myself, so told her I'd be right back. I hate it when the urge to pee hits so hard all of a sudden when there's much better things to do! I went in the bathroom and tried to go, but it was difficult with my steel-rod cock. Guys, I'm sure you can relate to getting that pump primed when there's so much pressure blocking the pipe. My drunk wife yelled in at me, "Hurry up, I'm horny and needs to fuck bad!"

I finally finished and went back in the other room with my beautiful wife. I was so damn horny and anxious because I'd never made love with a drunk, horny woman and was more than curious what it'd be like. Unfortunately, by the time I was back with her, she was totally passed out on the bed. I tried to wake her up, but she was completely out. Crap! I thought. Here I was horny as hell with a horny, but my wife was unconscious and not a thing I could do about it. Simply fucking a warm female body didn't appeal to me in the least bit, even one as gloriously sexy and beautiful as my wife's.

I put her under the covers and climbed in beside her hoping that maybe she'd wake up during the night sometime. No such luck...I woke up in the morning and it didn't look like she'd moved an inch from where I'd put her the night before. I checked and she was still breathing and her heart beating, so left her where she was and went down to get myself some breakfast. The wedding was at five that afternoon, and the bridesmaids were supposed to be at the Columbus Center at two to get dressed and pictures, so she'd have a little time to recover after she regained consciousness.

I ate down in the breakfast nook of the hotel and debated about taking Michelle some food back up to the room, but decided it'd be good for her to walk downstairs and get her own. When I got back to our room, she still hadn't wiggled, so I shook her to wake her up. The poor girl finally started moaning and thrashing around a little bit, so I knew she was still alive.

She struggled to get her eyes open and finally one eye opened and looked at me like I was a creature from the deep. I couldn't help myself but laugh a little bit at her so she rolled away from me and covered her head with a pillow. "Sweetheart," I said to her, "You need to wake up, there's things you need to do today."

"Ohh, why did you try to kill me last night then?"

"Umm, I don't think that was me that tried to kill you. You came to me this way. I didn't have a thing to do with it."

"Go away and let me die this morning then." Then she apparently realized how she was currently dressed, almost naked, and peeked out from under the pillow. "I didn't come from the party exactly like this, did I?"

I thought about telling her that she had, but decided maybe valor would be a better tact. "Well, not exactly...you had lost your bra somewhere though." Then I asked her, "What the hell kind of a party did you go to last night? What happened?"

It took her a little bit to answer, probably trying to remember. "Tina, do you remember Tina that Jacqui used to work with?" She didn't give me any time to answer, but yes I did remember her. "It was her fault. She brought a bunch of liquor and hired a male stripper. I remember him getting down to nothing but his thong and giving Jacqui a lap dance, but after that it gets a little hazy."

"Okay sweetheart, how much did you drink?"

"I don't know. I thought I was just going to have one drink, but it never seemed to get empty."

"So you don't remember how you lost your bra?"

"I'm not sure. I kind of remember us girls daring each other to get topless and have pictures taken with him." She paused a little bit then, "Oh shit, pictures...I don't remember if anyone actually took pictures or not, we were all getting so wasted."

I bet some women would be checking their cell phones that morning and deleting some pictures off of them. "Where's your cell phone?" I asked her.

She groaned, "I don't know, maybe in my purse. Did I bring it with me?" I looked around and found it upside down next to the bed. The cell phone was there and I checked her photo gallery.

"Maybe you better take a look at these," I told her. I scrolled through several pictures of apparently drunk women wrapped all over an almost naked guy. Michelle was grabbing at her phone trying to get it away from me. My wife was the only one completely topless, one picture with her nipple in his mouth. I recognize Tina with her bra on, and one other woman I didn't recognize at all. I stopped scrolling at the picture with Jacqui in it. She hadn't taken the dare and had all her clothes on. She was even more beautiful than I remembered from so long ago.

I'd been struggling to look at the pictures with Michelle still grabbing at the phone, and after looking at the picture of Jacqui, let her grab it. She looked at the pictures and started moaning, "Oh God, No. I didn't!"

"Actually, my sweet, it looks to me like you did," laughing at her embarrassment. She started deleting pictures.

"Where was this party? How did you get back here?" I asked her.

"It was down the hall, I don't know which room. I have no idea how I found my way back."

"You mean it was here, in the hotel?"

"Mmhmm, down that-a-way, I think." She pointed to her right. "I need some aspirin."

"We don't have any. I don't think we had exactly planned on you having a hang-over this morning. I'll run downstairs and see if they have any. You can jump in the shower while I'm gone."

"Oh, thank you!"

"Do you want me to bring you back up some food or can you go downstairs after you shower?"

"I'll try to go down, but some orange juice would be nice please." She finally put her feet on the floor and tried standing. I waited until she'd wobbled into the bathroom and I heard the shower water running before leaving for her aspirin and orange juice. I couldn't help but laugh on my way downstairs, my wife had gotten drunk, lost most of her clothes and had a hang-over! Who knows what else she'd done. I bet that stripper had enjoyed himself as much as the girls had.

I retrieved her aspirin and orange juice. The aspirins cost five dollars for a little package of ten, but I was pretty sure Michelle would think it was worth it. She was still in the shower when I got back upstairs, so I checked to make sure she was okay. The view of my naked wife behind the shower curtain wasn't the reason I peeked...or stood in the door watching for several minutes, promise.

It's a good thing hotels have large water heaters. Michelle must have drained a good share of it all by herself that morning. When she finally did exit the bathroom, she said she felt much better. She still took the aspirin...darn good thing she did after I paid five dollars for them! She dressed and I took her down to the lobby for breakfast. Afterward, she said she was feeling much better, actually became fairly certain that she'd survive through the day.

Michelle wanted to check on the other girls, but wasn't sure which room anyone was in, so decided to wait until they were at the wedding to find out if everyone survived. We went back to our room, and Michelle spent another hour soaking in the tub before getting ready for the wedding.

The bridesmaid dresses were all at the Columbus Center where the wedding was going to be, so she wore a simple blouse and skirt. I did get a chance to see her matching light lavender panties and strapless bra. I couldn't help but wonder if it'd be me taking them off of her that night or some other lucky guy.

I dropped Michelle off, then drove around, since it was still three hours until the wedding. We'd never been to Great Falls and I was curious about the town. On a whim, I decided to stop at the Holiday Village Mall and take a peek at the Victoria's Secret store where Jacqui was the manager.

It's a much bigger mall than ours in Kennewick, even encompassing two stories. I checked the directory and found the Victoria's Secret store on the 1st story. They must have some affection for their manager since the store was closed with a big picture of Jacqui on the door with a note saying, "Closed for wedding. Please check back with us tomorrow." I stood in front of the door looking at that picture for several minutes. It made me realize that I didn't even have a picture of the beautiful young woman who had once been my lover.

I wandered around the mall a little whle, not finding anything I couldn't live without, so went to see if I could find my car in their parking lot. I did pretty well, only wandering around the lot for fifteen minutes or so before finding it.

I drove back to the hotel to get ready. I'd brought my suit that I'd bought when I went to the Cotillion with Ginger the previous December. This would be the first time I'd worn it since that night. I hadn't ever seen the bridesmaid's dresses and didn't know a thing about them except the general color, lavender. One thing I was absolutely certain of was that Michelle would be devastatingly beautiful, whatever the dress looked like.

I arrived about fifteen minutes before the wedding. One of the ushers asked me if I was there for the bride or the groom, so I told him the bride. He seated me on the left of the aisle and I waited. My emotions and memories were running rampant while I waited. I knew this time would eventually arrive, but now that it was here, I wanted to get up, leave and run away. I didn't though, I sat on my seat and tried to look reasonably nonchalant. The facility continued to fill until there were probably a hundred-fifty people or so.

The minister and Dave, Jacqui's husband-to-be, stepped out of the back room onto the stage, then the organist started playing for the ushers escorting Jacqui and Dave's mothers to their seats, with Dave's dad following. As soon as they were seated, the groomsmen started escorting the bridesmaids down the aisle. Michelle was the third girl down the aisle, right in front of Tina, the maid-of-honor (the one that brought the booze and stripper the night before, getting my wife drunk and horny). Just as I knew, Michelle was absolutely beautiful. Their dresses were a light lavender, floor-length, flowing chiffon with spaghetti straps and the 'V' in front cut fairly low, showing lots of sexy cleavage. I wondered if Michelle was still wearing the bra she had on when she left our room. It was low on her breasts so it probably wouldn't show, meaning she probably had it on. Tina's dress was the same, but a little darker to set off the maid-of-honor.

When the girls and guys were all positioned, the music changed and everyone stood. I looked down the aisle toward the back and saw my ex-lover, Jacqui, wearing a beautiful, white wedding gown, starting to walk down the aisle, her arm and hand held securely by her very proud looking daddy. She was even more beautiful than I remembered from nearly a year earlier. The last time I'd seen her, we'd spent the night together making love, then in the morning I watched her drive away toward her future in her little Toyota Celica.

I felt tears dripping down my cheeks watching her walk down the aisle. When she was near me, she was on the opposite side of her dad and I don't know if she saw me or not. I kind of hoped not. This was her night and I wanted her to be thinking about her present and future, not our past, at least until after her wedding ceremony.

I won't bore you with the wedding details, but when she looked into her husband's eyes and said, "I take this man...," my tears were flowing freely. I wished my wife had been standing beside me so she could hold my hand, but she was on the stage, also crying.

When the minister told Dave, "You may now kiss your bride," I remembered our first serious kiss together. We'd been watching my wife making love with her boyfriend, Mike, and had gone to her house to make love for the first time. When I told her that it was the first time with anyone other than Michelle, she kissed me with those same, soft lips that were now kissing her new husband. That night had been a wonderful start to a year-plus affair that had changed my life forever. I knew that if I hadn't already been married to the most wonderful woman in the world, it would be me giving her that first kiss as her husband forever.

She caught my eyes walking back down the aisle and we both smiled at each other, blowing a little air kiss, before she turned her attention back to her new husband. As painful as it had been, I was happy for her. It was obvious how much she loved Dave, which is exactly what I'd told her that I wanted for her from our beginning.

Their reception was held in one of the large meeting rooms in the basement of the hall. I waited my turn in line for my turn to wish her and Dave my best. I kissed my wife, who was in the reception line, and told her how beautiful she was. Then when finally standing in front of Jacqui, took her in my arms and hugged her. She hugged me back just as ardently. Thankfully, I was beyond the tears and simply told her how happy I was for her and her husband.

I knew very few people there, and the ones I did know were busy with wedding traditions. I knew Tina fairly well, Jacqui's parents and a couple of the sales-girls from the Kennewick Victoria's Secret. Other than that, there wasn't another person I knew. I'm comfortable enough at a square dance, but at anything else I feel like a fifth-wheel, out of balance. Michelle was still busy and couldn't sit with me at the reception. They'd taken pictures before the ceremony, but there were still more pictures to take, plus the formal dancing.

Jacqui and Dave did their first dance, then Jacqui's dad took over for Dave with his daughter and they were joined on the dance floor by the best-man with Tina, and the groomsmen with the maids, including my wife. Michelle danced with the guy who'd escorted her into the ceremony, and I had to admit they made an absolutely gorgeous couple. He was quite a bit younger, maybe twenty-five or so, and I was pretty sure he was Dave's brother.

When Michelle finished with all her bridesmaid duties, she came and sat down with me. The two of us went through the dinner line, filling our plates and had a good meal. Afterward, there were a couple more things that Michelle needed to be involved in, throwing of the garter and bouquet. Jacqui sat in the center of the room and Dave pulled her dress up above the garter, probably a little higher on her thigh than she'd have preferred, nearly to her panties, and pulled it off her leg with catcalls and laughs all around the room. Poor Jacqui was blushing and giggling from the attention. Some young kid caught it and it immediately went around his neck.

After the garter and flower-throwing ceremonies, Michelle came and sat with me again. She told me about the picture taking that afternoon. It kind of surprised me that for an expensive wedding like this, they'd hired an amateur photographer friend for their photos. I've taken wedding pictures a few times, although never at one this formal, and it's a nerve-wracking experience. I hoped they'd turn out well. At least he seemed to know what he was doing during the ceremonies, and he had some good photography equipment.

They were still playing music and several couples were dancing so Michelle asked me if I'd dance with her. I'm not a dancer except for square dancing so told her to go ahead if she could find someone. She looked around and found her previous escort sitting and talking with some of his friends. She's not bashful, like I am, so she asked him if he'd like to dance with her. It wasn't a particularly sexy dance, fairly fast with lots of twirls and twists.

Michelle and her friend danced a couple times, then she came back to my table and introduced him as Jacob, Dave's younger brother. I stood and told him I was glad to meet him, and pleased that he was keeping my wife occupied. He was a very nice looking guy in his tux, mid-twenties like I said and a couple inches taller than me. Michelle sat with me, and Jacob returned to his friends.

We sat at our table visiting with various people, including Jacqui's parents when the DJ played a slow song and Jacob walked over and asked Michelle if she'd like to dance again. She smiled at him, took his hand and followed him out on the floor. They danced together, very properly, with Michelle's hand on his shoulder, him holding one hand and the other around her waist, but very close together. They talked much of the time, with Michelle laughing at what he said several times. She looked like she was enjoying herself immensely.

I'd been watching them, and Jacqui enjoying her special night and was getting melancholy about what we'd lost after she moved. I really wanted to leave, so when Jacob escorted Michelle back to my table, I suggested to her that it was time to go. She said she was really enjoying herself and asked if I minded if she stayed a little longer, that several people were staying in the hotel and she could get a ride later.

I smiled at her suggestion, "Are you sure there won't be a repeat from last night?"

"I think the strongest drink here is the punch, and I don't even like it, so I think it's safe."

I told her it'd be fine with me if she wanted to stay a little longer and I got up to leave. On my way out, I said goodbye to Jacqui and told her again how happy I was for her. She gave me a very nice hug and hoped we'd get a chance to visit before too long. I told her we'd love to sometime and invited her and Dave to our house any time. Then she kissed me on the cheek and whispered to me, "Thank you Robert, so much for everything," right before I left.

When I got back to our room, I turned on the TV and climbed in my side of our king size bed to watch the end of the San Antonio, Oklahoma City playoff game. I love watching Kevin Durant and was strongly rooting for them. Unfortunately, they lost by a huge margin. When the game was over, I turned out the lights and started reading a Walt Longmire novel on my kindle, waiting for Michelle to get back. I was more than a little horny waiting for her. The novel was a little distracting, but my mind was still wandering to what Michelle and I were going to do when she got back.

I'd only read about half an hour when I heard rattling at the door. I closed my book and listened, anxiously waiting for my wife to join me in bed. Michelle opened it and I heard her giggling, then what were obviously kisses. She told whoever it was, "Thank you for this evening, I had so much fun." I could imagine the fun she probably had after I left. Then she said, "Can you come in a few minutes?" I didn't know who it was and the room was completely dark. I thought my best move would be to pretend to be asleep.

After a short moment and hearing footsteps, I heard her ask whoever it was, "Would you like a little reward for the fun night and giving me the ride home?"



Jacqui's Wedding Ch. 02 - Loving Wives - Literotica.com

Michelle brings one of the groomsmen back to our hotel.

This story is a direct continuation from Jacqui's Wedding Chapter 1. The complete order of my stories is listed on my profile page.

Thank you very much to shygirlwhore for editing the story.

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I had returned to my hotel room a few minutes earlier from attending my ex-girlfriend, Jacqui's wedding. Michelle stayed behind to enjoy the festivities a little longer.

I'd only read about half an hour when I heard rattling at the door. I closed my book and listened, anxiously waiting for my wife to join me in bed. Michelle opened it and I heard her giggling, then what were obviously kisses. She told whoever it was, "Thank you for this evening, I had so much fun." I could imagine the fun she probably had after I left. Then she said, "Can you come in a few minutes?" I didn't know who it was and the room was completely dark. I thought my best move would be to pretend to be asleep.

After a short moment and hearing footsteps, I heard her ask whoever it was, "Would you like a little reward for the fun night and giving me the ride home?"

"I don't know, what kind of reward do you have in mind?"

I heard more kissing, then my wife whispering, "I think my husband would like to watch you make love to me." Then she went on, "And I know I want you to." He didn't say anything, but I heard his answer in more kisses. I can't imagine any red-blooded male saying no to that offer!

Then Michelle turned on the light on her side of the bed, and I rubbed my eyes like I had been sleeping. She leaned over the bed, kissed me and whispered in my ear, "I have a surprise for you."

I already knew what it was, but asked her anyway, like I'd just awakened and hadn't heard what was just said, "What?"

"I promise you, you'll like it." Then she added, "Maybe not as much as I will though."

She stepped back over to her future lover, who I recognized as Jacob, Dave's young brother. I heard him ask very softly, "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Oh yeah, it's more than okay. I want you so bad, and my dear husband likes watching me be happy."

Jacob looked over toward me with a very nervous look on his face. I smiled and gave him a slight nod of approval. My anticipation is on high alert. I had been hoping something like this might happen. I've been ultra-horny since last night, and what better time for my wife to have a first-time experience, right in front of me no less! I was there, on the adjacent bed a few weeks ago when she had Brian for the first time, but the lights were out. It was black-dark and I couldn't see her expression, the lust on her face as his cock plunged inside her the first time, or the expression on her face when her orgasm hit her.

I'd been there once before when all that happened, that night in Kodiak nearly eighteen years ago. We've come close, but I'm not sure we've ever duplicated the eroticism of that night, or likely ever will, but we were just kids. As beautiful as Michelle was then, her maturity has made her far more beautiful in my eyes, and I'm pretty sure in the eyes of any man.

One of the things going through my mind was Jacob's reaction when he discovered her baby-smooth, bare pussy. She waxes regularly and did so not long before this trip. The skin of her mound is always a hundred percent bare and so incredibly soft. It drives me crazy every time I nuzzle my lips against her, or even when I run my fingers inside her panties. The thought that another man was about to discover that and enjoy it for the first time was about to drive me crazy.

I digress. Jacob looked back toward my wife and with a smile on his face, kissed her again, like he really meant I this time. Michelle cupped his head in her hands and opened her mouth to him, kissing him like she'd undoubtedly wanted to all evening. Michelle pulled away from him once again after encouraging him to explore her mouth with his tongue, and told him, "I'd be a lot more comfortable if you helped me take this dress off."

She turned away from him, held her long hair out of the way, giving him access to zipper on the back of her dress. I remembered wondering earlier in the day if it'd be me or some other guy undressing her. Now I knew the answer to that question and couldn't be more turned on! I was suddenly shivering with excitement.

Jacob's hand lowered Michelle's zipper. then he eased the straps off her shoulders. When her dress was lowered down below that sexy bra, his hands wrapped over her boobs, kneading them and pinching her nipples through the bra. At the same time, he kissed the back of her neck. I was sure that Michelle was getting very turned on and it was obvious Jacob was. Her hands went over his, encouraging him playing with her nipples.

Michelle closed her eyes, bent her head around and kissed him again. As I've said lots of times in these stories, Michelle loves to kiss. It turns her on as much or more than almost any other foreplay. She's told me that besides the physical pleasure she gets from a passionate kiss, it gives her a more emotional connection with the man she's about to make love with. Because it turns her on so much, I love watching her kiss.

Jacob's hands slipped under her bra, pushing it up off her breasts so he could feel her bare skin. Michelle pushed her chest out, obviously enjoying his hands on her. It was a front-clipping bra, so she took the initiative of undoing it and letting it fall away. Then she turned back toward him and pulled his mouth down to one of her nipples. When Jacob saw her totally naked above the waste, he growled out, "Holy shit, you're beautiful!"

I love hearing the sucking noises in conjunction with Michelle's moans. She doesn't "fake" moans when a man has his lips around her nipples. Her sensitive nipples are another thing that drives her crazy with desire. Watching and listening was driving me crazy as well. I've only actually seen her with another man a few times and I know it'll never get old for me. I took deep breaths, trying to control my shivers

Michelle's dress was bunched up at her hips and Jacob pushed it the rest of the way down leaving her standing in only her tiny panties and high heels. Jacob returned to kissing her even hotter than before. Michelle's started to frantically work on his clothing, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his slacks and off. One hand roamed his bare chest and the other reached down inside his pants to wrap her hand around his cock. She kissed his nipples, sucking one, then the other into her mouth. He's a young man, very fit and I'm sure in a woman's eyes extraordinarily sexy. From Michelle's reaction to him, it was pretty obvious she certainly thought so.

Jacob's fingers were shaking as he tried to undo the clip on his tuxedo slacks. Within just a few minutes, this had gone from playful kissing to near desperate lust. When his slacks were finally pushed down, along with his shorts, he pushed Michelle back onto the bed beside me and slid her panties off. My emotions were running overboard nearly as hard as my wife's. Although I've seen her with other men, it's not an everyday occurrence and is still nerve-wracking as hell for me. This was also the only time she'd done it with another man right next to where I was laying, and like I said before, the first time I'd actually been there witnessing her first time experience.

Michelle sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back and supporting herself on her hands, breathing hard and excitedly with her knees spread apart while Jacob ran his fingers over her bare pussy lips. I wasn't disappointed. He simply looked into Michelle's eyes as she moaned from his fingers caressing her. I'm pretty sure that, at that point, Jacob had forgotten I was even in the room, even though I was on the same bed, only a few feet away.

Jacob kneeled down in front of her to kiss the inside of her thigh. He pushed one of her legs up over his shoulder and kissed up her thigh to her femininity, then repeated the action with her other leg and kissing her thigh. This time though, he didn't stop at her apex. He spread her pussy lips slightly with his fingers and kissed her there. Michelle's head was thrown back and she was muttering, "Oh God, Oh God, feels so good, don't stop!"

My wife was right in front of me, completely naked with both legs thrown over Jacob's shoulders and his mouth and tongue lapping at her hot, juicy sex. Her hips were arching up off the bed to his mouth as she urged him on to push his tongue deeper into her. Michelle's eyes were closed and her hips were thrusting up to Jacob's mouth when her body suddenly went stiff with a heart-throbbing orgasm, "Oh God, Oh God, aahhh" she screamed as she fell back on the bed right beside me, with Jacob's hands pulling her hips up to his mouth. Michelle's face was contorted as garble erupted from her mouth. She squeezed his head between her legs and seemed to lose control of her body bucking and jumping, and drenched his face with her gushing pussy juices.

When my wife finally calmed down after what seemed like several minutes of orgasmic hysteria, she lay quietly for a couple minutes with Jacob still gently mouthing her. When she'd seemed to recover enough to move her body on her own, she scooted back away from the edge of the bed and stood up, telling Jacob to lie down. As soon as he did, his face wet from Michelle's juices, she straddled him in reverse, and scooted her pussy back to his mouth, spreading her legs wide as she lowered herself to him, only a foot or so away from me. At the same time, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked briefly before pulling him out and licking up and down the underside of him briefly before wrapping her ruby-red lips around it again.

I lay beside them and watched as my wife simultaneously ground her pussy into Jacob's face and sucked his cock all the way down her throat. I heard the squishy sounds from Jacob's tongue and lips inside Michelle's pussy, in conjunction with the noise of Michelle's sucking.

What a change from the woman I'd been married to for fifteen years, who'd reluctantly, finally agreed to spend a night with her ex-lover only a couple years ago!

I watched, enthralled with my wife's excitement as she bobbed her face up and down on Jacob's cock while he continued to lap up her remaining juice. It was only a couple moments until he abandoned his task and concentrated on what she was doing to him. His cock had seemed to grow several inches in the space of seconds and Michelle was having trouble getting all of him in her mouth when he started groaning and bucking his hips up. His face was inches from my wife's pussy when he erupted in her mouth. Michelle had wrapped her hands around his buttocks, squeezing them and pulling him into her mouth when his cum started to ooze out of her lips. I could see her attempting to swallow his cum, but it was obviously too much, too fast.

When he finished, Michelle pulled off of him, wiped her hand over her mouth to wipe the leftover cum off of her. She turned around and kissed me, letting me taste Jacob's cum in her mouth, then back to Jacob, who she kissed passionately.

I was fascinated that his cock didn't seem to lose any of its' size. I guess that's the result of being young with a beautiful, naked woman kissing you with the taste of your own cum. Michelle's pussy was pushing against his cock when she told him, "I need you to fuck me now."

She started to sit up and position herself over his cock, when a thought entered my sex-addled brain...a fantasy that I've had for a long time. She'd lowered herself about halfway down his cock when I told her, "Tell him you want to do it doggy style."

I wasn't sure if she heard me because she pushed herself the rest of the way down on his cock and ground against his pelvis for a moment. When it apparently registered to Michelle what I'd said, she pulled back off of him and told him, "I want on the bottom." He rolled away from under her and she situated herself on her hands and knees, with her knees spread wide waiting for him.

While she was repositioning herself, I scrunched myself under her with my cock under her face. This is something we'd never discussed or done before, but I had an overwhelming desire to be sucked while she was being fucked. I was so damned incredibly horny from what I'd just watched and nothing sounded better.

Michelle understood what I wanted and wrapped her lips around me, quickly sucking me all the way down her throat. Right after she swallowed and took my cock down her throat, I saw her reach between her legs and guide the head of his cock to her swollen pussy. I don't know if Jacob realized what was happening but I felt Michelle lunge forward when he thrust his cock inside her. That first thrust from Jacob's cock inside my wife pushed her lips down harder on me and I felt the tingling vibration from her groan.

This is what I'd been dreaming of for a long time, ever since that night when Michelle was kissing me while Mike was fucking her. On that night, I felt every one of his thrusts into her pussy on my lips. That was the closest we've ever come to an actual three-some with another man. Ever since then, I've wondered what it would feel like to feel her lips around my cock while another man was fucking her.

I wasn't disappointed. I could feel every one of Jacob's thrusts transferred through Michelle's body into her mouth. His pushing her deeper onto me and the vibration from her moans from another man fucking her was more thrilling than I can even begin to describe. I knew that there wasn't any way I'd be able to endure the treatment I was getting for long. Michelle wasn't sucking so much as she was simply fucking my cock with her mouth bobbing up and down in conjunction with the cock that was fucking her.

I wasn't even able to think emotionally. The physical sensation was simply so overwhelming that nothing else was registering in my brain. I came before either Michelle or Jacob, blast after blast of my cum into Michelle's mouth, some down her throat, some just in her mouth and dribbling out on her lips and chin. The look of her face while she was close to coming herself from the fucking she was getting, plus my cum dripping from her mouth had to be the most erotic sight I'd ever seen.

Our faces were only a few inches apart when Michelle's orgasm finally hit her. Her face grimaced, her eyes had a glassy-looking, glazed over look, and my cum was still dripping from her mouth, her body shuddered and she started screaming unintelligible noises. Jacob came right after, pulling her hips back onto him so that he was as deep inside her as his hard cock could get and growling like a Grizzly. I couldn't stop myself, when he began to come inside my wife, I pulled her face to mine and locked my lips onto hers so that I could feel his body shuddering through her.

Michelle and Jacob collapsed on top of me, basically making a Michelle sandwich in between me and Jacob. When Jacob was able to speak again, he said, "That was the best fuck I've had in my life!"

Michelle kissed me, and I tasted and swallowed some of my own cum from her lips. I was still horny and was anxious then for Jacob to leave so I could make love with my wife. He was still on top of Michelle crushing her down onto me. Although the two of them combined were heavy, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. Michelle's legs were still spread wide and I wasn't sure if Jacob had pulled out of her or not.

He answered the question a moment later when he climbed off the bed and started to get dressed. Michelle watched him from her perch on top of me, and when he was dressed she also got up, still completely naked, and kissed him. Before he left, she told him to wait a moment. She scurried over to the room desk, wrote something on a pad and pressed the paper in his hand. "Call me, come to Kennewick. I want to see you again."

"Oh baby, I will!" he replied. Then they kissed one last time, long and passionately, my wife still completely naked, before he left.

My heart was thudding with sexual excitement. There was one more thing I needed to do that night. I wanted to make love with her cum filled pussy. Even though I'd just had a world-class orgasm, the eroticism of the situation had me hard all over again. We'd already done things that night that I'd only imagined before, and I wasn't nearly ready for the night to end. The smell of sex in our room was overwhelming and I was intoxicated with it.

Michelle wanted to shower before she came back to bed with me. She'd already gone into the bathroom before I could get out that I really wanted her exactly the way she was. I told her that I couldn't wait, that I needed her then. "Sweetheart, I'm going to be a few minutes." She yelled back through the bathroom walls.

I resigned to my fate of waiting, disappointed because I badly wanted to slip my cock into her cum-filled pussy. While I waited, I closed my eyes and relived those exquisite moments of her lips around me while Jacob was making her come from behind. In a way I was disappointed with myself for not feeling the jealousy I used to feel. Maybe it was because I knew he didn't mean anything to her, other than a very fun one-night-stand. That didn't mean it wasn't erotic as hell and I didn't enjoy it, because I did...immensely! The look on Michelle's face and the way her body shuddered when she came with him inside her was making sure I was hard all over again. Then I thought about their exchange when he was leaving, her invitation to come to Kennewick and I realized maybe this might turn into more than a one-night-stand. Hopefully, much more!

I continued to re-live the experience, getting harder by the instant when I finally heard the bathroom door open. There walked my exquisitely beautiful wife in a long, flowing, transparent gown with clearly nothing underneath it. She'd brushed out her hair, put on new make-up and perfume, and was simply out-of-this-world gorgeous.

"I remembered how Jacqui used to fix herself up nice for you and thought you might enjoy it tonight." She came and climbed in bed and smiled at me. "I thought you might even like to pretend you're with her for a little while."

I thought briefly about our first night together, when I was bashful and scared to death. I remembered speaking the words to Jacqui, "I want to do this so bad Jacqui, but I've never been with anyone besides my wife."

She was running her fingernails up and down my chest, "Maybe we need to start out a little bit slow then." She kissed my lips very lightly. "Don't be afraid of me, I won't bite." Then she giggled a little bit, kissed the tip of my nose and back to my lips a little more passionately. "It's okay to kiss me, I don't think Michelle will mind."

I realized that it was Michelle that had pushed me to spend the night with Jacqui and that it was okay to kiss her, so I kissed back like Michelle had taught me over the years. Jacqui seemed to approve by the way her tongue was tickling the tip of my own. She whispered to me, "Remember that night you were so scared in the store? Your mouth on my nipple felt so good. I'd love for you to finish what you started that night." She pushed the strap down off her shoulder baring a breast in front of me. I wrapped my lips around it sucking it into my mouth, eliciting a soft groan from Jacqui. Her hand went around my head pulling me in tighter to her, "Oh God, that feels so good!"

It felt good to me too. Her breast felt so different from Michelle's. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked her whole breast into my mouth, caressing her nipple with my tongue. I pushed her other strap down and moved to her other breast, sucking on it just the same. Jacqui's hands were clawing in my hair while she moaned.

"I can't take this any longer. I need you inside me." Jacqui rolled over on top of me and lowered her pussy down over my cock. She was slick and felt so wonderful encasing me inside her. I leaned back and wrapped my arms around her waist underneath her gown. Her skin felt so wonderfully soft as I caressed up and down her back and waist. She sat on me, grinding herself down encompassing me as deeply inside her warm sheath as she could get.

She pushed her gown up over her head, baring her breasts to me, which was more of a temptation than I could resist. I wrapped my arms around her back and sucked her breast into my mouth once again. Jacqui writhed on top of me and finally started moving up and down on me, pulling nearly all the way off, then plunging back down eliciting groans from both of us. I couldn't believe how good she felt. She ground down onto me one more time and pulled my face to hers for a long, passionate kiss.

I knew I was nearing the end of my ability to withstand her charms, and felt my unstoppable orgasm begin to arise in my body. I gripped Jacqui's hips and pulled her up one more time, then down hard and thrust up into her as it hit me with full force. Hers obviously hit at the same time as I felt her body shuddering and heard loud screams through my fog hazed brain. I wasn't sure if it came from me or the woman on top of me, possibly both.

Afterward, when I was breathing hard, trying to regain a semblance of humanity, Jacqui leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I love you." It was then that I once again realized it was my wife I'd been making love to, not the lover I'd desperately wanted to be with earlier in the day.

I smiled back at her and said out loud, "I love you too! I love you, I love you , I love you!"

Michelle lay down beside me I eased Jacqui to another part of my brain. Michelle and I snuggled our naked bodies together for the rest of the night. I was more sexually and emotionally satisfied and drained that night than I remember being for a very long time.

The next morning, we had a nearly six-hundred-mile drive so needed to leave early. Michele had found out which room Tina was in, so took her bridesmaid dress to Tina's room and left it with her. We ate a very quick breakfast in the breakfast nook, checked out and started for home. I remembered all the details of the night before, wondering at what point in our lives it could ever be re-created. I felt totally at peace that Jacqui, my first and forever-best lover other than my wife, was happily married.

Just a little before we got to Spokane, Michelle's phone chirped telling her she had a text. She looked at it, giggled a little, then typed out a reply. I was curious, so asked her what it was. "It was Jacob, telling me how much he enjoyed himself last night and asking about seeing me again."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I'll read it to you. 'Me too, you're wonderful. Come to Kennewick. We can spend a few days together, and all night, just the two of us."

"Oh, so you want to exclude me now, hunh?" I jokingly told her.

She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the headrest with a big smile on her face, "You can join in the second night, but I want him to myself the first night."

I glanced over, seeing the grin on my wife's face. "How long do you plan to spend with your new boy-toy?"

She was squeezing her legs together like she was getting horny as hell, "Mmm, I might even drive up here and stay with him a few days. I liked him...a lot!" She went on, "Now I'm going to sleep so I can dream about him. Don't wake me."