The following Friday we were planning on going to a square dance festival at Wallowa Lake, Oregon with Jim and Joan. We'd be camping at Wallowa Lake State Park so Monday evening Michelle and I started getting our camping equipment ready to go. We were all going in their Toyota Sienna minivan so we'd have room for the camping equipment, clean clothes and square dance outfits. We didn't need to take much food since there's a Safeway in Enterprise, only a few miles away.
We had everything pretty much ready to go by Tuesday night, so Michelle told me she wanted to spend Wednesday and Thursday nights with Shaun. It made me a little suspicious that that was why she wanted everything ready to go so soon. It was okay, though, I still enjoy her spending time with Shaun, even all night.
It did get lonesome, though. I called Jaqui Wednesday evening, and we talked nearly an hour. I told her about Michelle deciding she wanted to be a regular at the exotic dance club, which surprised Jacqui. She said a lot about her new job and how well it was going. "No, I haven't met anyone yet," she told me. She'd been to dinner at one of her married employee's house, Brenda. Brenda has a single brother she's been hinting at fixing a date with Jacqui, and he was there for dinner. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, a twinge of jealousy but I also want her to be happy. She said she did like him, he's a good guy with a sense of humor but didn't ask her out. She sounded a little disappointed about that.
We finally got off the phone, and I climbed into bed, alternatively day-dreaming of making love with Jacqui again and what Shaun and Michelle were doing. I don't think I'll ever get tired of imagining how the two of them might be making out, making love - or fucking, whichever might be the case.
Jim, Joan, Michelle and I had all agreed to take Friday afternoon off work so we could leave and get to Wallowa Lake and get our camp set up in time to go to the dance that evening. Jim and Joan arrived at our house shortly after noon, and we started loading our stuff in their van. Everything was loaded, and we were ready to go before Michelle got home. That was the first time I'd seen her since Wednesday morning. God, she was gorgeous! I don't think I'll ever get over it.
Michelle needed to change her clothes from her office outfit into something more comfortable for traveling. The rest of us can be informal at work, but Michelle always needs to dress nicely at the law office.
Shortly after we left, Michelle said she'd dropped her cell phone under the seat. Jim stopped so I could help her retrieve it. I tipped the seat forward as far as it'd go and crawled in alongside it trying to reach under the back seat where Michelle said she thought her phone was and promptly got stuck. I wiggled and squirmed trying to get out as the other three were laughing their heads off. After they'd pulled me out from the beside the seat, Michelle, red-faced showed me her phone - it had fallen in front, not back. She'd just reached down and picked it up from under the front of the seat while I was trying to free myself.
That's how most of our trips with Jim and Joan always are; some silly thing happens to leave us all laughing hysterically. Our trip to Spokane three years ago for the National Square Dance Festival was classic - a whole story in itself.
It's a four-hour drive to Wallowa Lake, and when we got there, we set up the tent. Yes, I said 'tent,' not plural. One sleeping tent for the four of us. Two queen air mattresses with about two feet between them. Not much opportunity for privacy. There are some people Michelle, and I could be with that the lack of privacy wouldn't bother us. For instance, if it had been Shaun and Jacqui or Trisha, we'd have switched partners and had a wonderful time. But not Jim and Joan, they're square dance friends, not sexual. We all like to flirt a little but nothing more. They'd be utterly shocked if they knew about our extra-curricular activities.
Our flirting does sometimes get a little risqué though. One time we were all in a single hotel room, before Michelle and I started our sex games. Jim and Michelle were fighting over the TV remote, she was in bed, hiding the remote under her nightgown, under the blankets. Jim went right in after it. I never was certain exactly where he'd retrieved it from, but when I climbed in with her, I realized she didn't have anything on under her nightgown, and Michelle's nipples were pretty pronounced and hard.
Jim and I let the girls get dressed for the dance first. Friday night was informal so no skirts. Michelle wore a pair of blue jeans and blouse. I've mentioned before how sexy she is in blue jeans and that night was no exception. Michelle is always popular because she's so beautiful. Joan is attractive too, but nothing like Michelle. Funny thing is we've rarely seen any real, overt affection between Jim and Joan like Michelle, and I commonly do.
Square dancing, contrary to popular opinion, is a dance of the hands, not feet. With virtually every movement, you touch hands with the next person as you go through the move, usually the opposite sex. Your feet simply follow where your hands are supposed to be. The downside of that is when you're horny as I was that particular Friday; you are constantly holding hands with different members of the opposite sex and trading partners. I've always Thought that square dancing is the ultimate in wife-swapping. I can't help but notice the soft, feminine hands or their waists as we swing - It's not intended to be sexual, but sometimes it's simply unavoidable.
Michelle and I hadn't had sex since that fantastic Sunday night. Monday and Tuesday we were both pretty zonked out from the weekend, and then she went to Shaun's Wednesday after work. In my world, that's an eternity without sex. The constant touching and hand holding was making me more and more horny throughout the evening. Lots of the ladies are very attractive, and it's hard not to imagine what a little more intimate touching might be like.
Each set of the individual sets of dances is called a 'tip'. Each tip consists of the caller putting the dancers through a fairly random set of square dance movements, or 'patter' calls in time to whatever music he/she chooses. The 2nd half is a singing call, with square dance calls incorporated into country-western songs. At the beginning of one tip about halfway through the dance, I whispered into Michelle's ear, "I'm horny, it's going to be a long night tonight!" We both knew we wouldn't be able to fool around with Jim and Joan sleeping only a few feet away.
She simply smiled at me as the caller began his patter. We enjoyed the challenge of the calls and the interaction with the other dancers, me especially enjoying the touchy-feely with the other lady dancers. At the short break between the patter and singing call when the caller was looking for music for the singing call, Michelle whispered back to me, "Good thing I brought my flannel jammies then, isn't it?" Then her eyes left mine, and her face was expressionless like she hadn't just reminded me again what wouldn't be happening later.
After we sat down and were watching the round dancers (similar to ballroom dancing, with steps directed by a cuer), Michelle whispered to me, "See the cute, young guy in the red shirt right over there?" She discretely pointed him out to me. "I'm going to ask him to be my partner next tip and if we disappear for a while afterward, don't come out back looking for me, it might be nasty."
I looked at her like I knew she had to be kidding. We've never done anything like that at a square dance. A little teasing and flirting but nothing like that! When the round dance was nearly over, I was surprised that she did get up and talk to him. When the dancers were forming squares on the floor, he walked over to her and took her hand, leading led her to a square, a big smile on his face.
While they were waiting in their square, holding hands, she whispered something in his ear. His smile got even wider, and he put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him for a brief instant. I sat there utterly flabbergasted. She was going to do what she said! I couldn't believe how hard my cock had suddenly gotten. Maybe I imagined things, but I was sure his swinging of her was much more intimate than normal, and he certainly didn't let go of her hand except when necessary.
The dance ended, and he walked Michelle over to where I sat. He told me, "Thank you for lending me your wife for a while, that was fun." I smiled at him and told him I was glad he enjoyed her for a few minutes. She sat down, and he walked back to where he'd been sitting before.
I looked at Michelle, asking her, "Well, are you going to disappear for a few minutes?"
"Do you want me to?" She asked me teasingly.
"Isn't that what you told him?"
"I just told him that my husband suggested I dance with him and maybe flirt a little."
I took her hand and squeezed it. It was obvious she was trying to drive me crazy. By the time the dance was over at ten-thirty, I was a shaking blob of hormones. I wanted to take Michelle back to our tent and make mad, passionate love with her! Unfortunately, as I mentioned earlier, we had no privacy, and it simply wasn't going to happen.
It was late when we got back to our camp. Jim and I let our ladies use the tent first to climb in bed. When they yelled at us that they were in bed, we followed. Both were inside the bag pulled up to their chins, looking toward the outside of the tent when Jim and I undressed and climbed in with our respective wives. Even Michelle's flannel pajamas were sexy I thought, so I anticipated a long, frustrating night. She was still facing away from me, so I scooted over to spoon her from the rear. Oh God, I didn't feel the flannel I was expecting. Instead, she was wearing a soft, silky gown that felt so good against her skin. I didn't dare say anything because there was no way to whisper quietly enough so that our friends wouldn't hear. Instead, my fingers encircled her nipple and started gently squeezing and rolling it from outside her gown. Two could play at this 'torture your spouse' game! I knew that from the way she'd acted at the dance she was horny as hell too!
Michelle's hips started moving, pushing back against my erection, only causing me to redouble my efforts. I cupped her breast in my hand, gently caressing her. Michelle started to moan a little, and I stopped momentarily, to remind her she had to be quiet. I was hoping our friends would go to sleep quickly, which they normally did. Even then I knew we wouldn't be able to finish without likely waking them.
When Michelle quieted down again, I resumed caressing her body with my hand and kissing the back of her neck. I wanted my hand under her gown, but it was long and didn't have any buttons I could undo. I had to be satisfied with caressing through the silky material, not that bad! As I was caressing Michelle's hips, moving my hands closer and closer to her sex, she reached behind her and through the fly of my boxers, gripped my cock in her hand. I nearly involuntarily let out a groan of enjoyment/frustration before I caught myself.
Michelle rolled onto her back, and her lips met mine in a silent kiss. At least, we both tried to keep it quiet, but our passion for each other was starting to override our concern for modesty. She spread her legs apart a little, and I was able to push the material down into her pussy, rubbing up and down along the slit between her legs. My rational brain knew we had to stop this, but my lips worked their way down to her shoulder and over a nipple, nipping gently through her nightgown.
My wife's hand continued working its way up and down on my fully erect shaft, and I felt a small amount of pre-cum seep out which only added to my torture as Michelle found it and spread the slickness with her hand. I engulfed her breast in my mouth, trying to stifle my moan of pleasure. When I felt a little more in control of myself again, I reached up and pulled the strap off her shoulder so I could push the material down and suck with no cloth between my mouth and her nipple.
Michelle pulled a pillow over her mouth trying to muffle her moans. My free hand reached down to the bottom of her gown, and she lifted herself off the mattress a little so I could push it up past her waist. Thankfully, I started to hear snoring from the other side of the tent, but it didn't matter to me any longer. If Jim or Joan were awake and heard us, so be it. I simply wasn't able to control myself any longer.
I pushed Michelle over on her side away from me, and she reached her top leg over my waist, and my cock found its way into her sopping wet, slick pussy. I pushed just a little and was buried all the way inside her. Michelle was holding the pillow tightly to her mouth, but I still heard her muffled groans, and I know she heard mine, even though I was doing my best to muffle myself in the back of her neck.
I'd reached my hand the rest of the way up under her nightgown, cupping a nipple in my fingers as my cock worked its way in and out of Michelle's pussy. Her hips were working their way up and down as well in conjunction with my thrusts into her. One thing we could be thankful for is that air mattresses don't squeak.
We hadn't made love with each other since Sunday night, and her body against mine felt so unbelievably good! I know she'd been making love with Shaun, probably even that morning before work, which made my need for her, even more, acute. The closer I came to my orgasm the more difficult, it was to keep quiet. Michelle had a pillow over her face muffling the noises escaping her mouth, but I had to muffle myself. I think as my orgasm hit, it felt even stronger due to the need to stay quiet. I wanted to scream in pleasure, but I'd expended my energy in the intensity of my climax.
When I managed to breathe again, and my heart had slowed back to somewhat normal, I was relieved to hear quiet snoring on the other side of the tent. Apparently we hadn't awakened our friends. I whispered in Michelle's ear, "I thought you said you were wearing flannel tonight?"
She rolled over toward me and quietly replied, "Hunha, I just told you I brought it, didn't say I was going to wear it."
"Mmm, that was dirty! But I'm glad you didn't. I like this one."
"I thought you would; it's the one I bought to seduce Shaun right after we started fucking. He likes it too."
I stifled another little groan, and we lay quietly for several minutes until I was nearly asleep when Michelle whispered in my ear, "But I still want the guy in the red shirt!" Then she rolled over, leaving me suddenly wide awake and horny again. Dammit, she knows how to turn me on!
The next morning I almost expected one of our friends to hint that they heard some strange noises last night. Thankfully, neither of them let on that they'd heard a thing.
We'd started a tradition of a big sourdough pancake breakfast Saturday morning for the square dancers a couple of years before. Jim and Joan had gone huckleberry picking a month or so earlier, so we had sourdough huckleberry pancakes, a real treat. Along with my homemade maple syrup and sausage patties. We had twenty-eight people show up for breakfast, but I was a little disappointed that Michelle's new boyfriend from last night wasn't there.
After we had eaten, we drove to Joseph to wander through the art shops. Joseph is a small town, population around a thousand, at the base of 'Little Switzerland', a mountainous paradise with Wallowa Lake, carved by a glacier eons ago, as its jewel. Artists - sculptors and painters have transformed the town into an art-lovers paradise. There are two bronze factories attracting sculptors from all over the country and so many art galleries that it takes over a day to visit them all. Our problem is that it's all original art, extremely expensive, typically thousands of dollars and sometimes tens of thousands. We look but don't buy!
That evening we got ready for the dance starting at eight. As usual, we let Michelle and Joan use the tent to get dressed first. Then when they were finishing with makeup and things in the public restrooms, Jim and I got dressed in the tent.
Michelle wore her brown skirt with the light brown, loose-fitting satin top and gold square dance slip. The skirt had pretty butterfly decorations, and the blouse was a low cut v-neck showing a good amount of her cleavage with ruffles around the neckline and down the front with three-quarter sleeves. She looked and felt hot and sexy! Dancing with her in that satin top takes on an entirely different aura of sexuality. I could hardly wait to see the reaction of the guy in the red shirt from last night. I wore my matching brown shirt and gold tie, blue jeans and cowboy boots.
I meant to mention a little about the square dance hall at Wallowa Lake. It's over a century old wooden building still in the original condition except for the semi-modern wiring and plumbing. The old floor's a bit wavy, but that only makes dancing on it more of a fun challenge. It's a perfect building for square dancing! I think it's only used occasionally for special events. The only time I've ever seen it used is for these annual square dances.
Michelle and I danced the first three tips together. I was a little suspicious about her top so when swinging her the first time I nudged my hand a little higher on her back than normal, not feeling any bra strap. I'd thought I'd notice her breasts swinging a little more freely than normal and apparently she wasn't wearing a bra. That made me all the more eager for her to dance with red-shirt guy. He finally asked her on the 4th tip. Watching her dance with him, I could see a little more what she had underneath her slip as well. Her nylons weren't pantyhose; they were stockings with a lacy top ending just below her skimpy pettipants (ruffled panties designed for people to see when the girl twirls her skirt).
Red-shirt guy was wearing a much nicer light blue western shirt and dark blue tie. His nametag said his name's Brian, from the big city of Halfway, Oregon (halfway between somewhere and nowhere!). He was still 'red-shirt guy' to me. He and Michelle danced two tips while I asked a single lady from Baker City - Katie; then a married woman whose husband wanted to sit one out to dance with me. It's not particularly uncommon for a spouse to dance with another guy or girl, so nobody paid any attention to Michelle and Brian. They might have if they'd heard what Michelle had told me in the middle of the night, "I want the guy in the red shirt." I knew what she meant by 'wanting him.'
He discovered right away that she wasn't wearing a bra because his hand was high on her back for the swings instead of on her waist, where it's more customary. I know I'd been a little guilty of feeling the edge of her boob with my thumb and wondered if he'd been doing that as well.
She danced the two tips with him, then another with me and when the break came for the round dancers, she said she needed to use the restroom. I never thought anything about it until she hadn't come back to the next tip. I asked Katie from Halfway for another dance and looked around, not seeing either Michelle or red-shirt guy anywhere. Then I was wishing I hadn't asked Katie for the dance so I could walk around behind the hall and see if I could find her and what she was doing.
Alas, it was not to be. Although Katie was attractive and fun to dance with my brain wasn't particularly into the dancing, and I messed up the square two or three times, breaking it down completely by making mistakes. Toward the end of the singing call, I saw red-shirt guy sitting but still couldn't find Michelle. Was it my imagination or did he have a well-satisfied smirk on his face?
When the tip was over, and a few minutes into the round dance, I finally saw Michelle coming back in from the area where the restroom was. I didn't notice anything different about her, and when she sat down beside me, I asked her, "Where have you been?"
"I told you, I had to use the restroom."
"You were gone a long time."
She looked at me with her sexy smile and kissed my cheek, whispering in my ear, "I know, but they have a beautiful bathroom!" I'd been in it before. It didn't seem all that beautiful to me - and they only had one, not separate men's and women's. I watched her out of the corner of my eyes, and I was sure she was looking at red-shirt guy across the hall and smiling at him.
There were only two tips left after that; the first Michelle danced with me, then the last with red-shirt guy. That time I sat out, wanting to watch my wife. It seemed like they were extra friendly with each other, their swings a little closer than necessary and when the caller called for the dancers to 'yellowrock' (square dance term for a hug) your partner, their yellowrock was a lot tighter and longer than necessary. I couldn't wait to get out of there and find out what had happened during that long break!
I never got a chance to ask her about it again that night. When we got back to our campsite, we were all tired and went straight to bed. This time, Michelle did wear the flannel nightgown, and when I started to twirk her nipple through it, she gently slapped my hand and told me to be good. I couldn't help but wonder if she didn't want a repeat of the previous night because I might find her pussy already full of cum. I honestly didn't know. After that break, she didn't look disheveled in the least, her makeup and lipstick were still impeccable, and she hadn't had any with her for a touch-up. Then I realized, she'd taken her purse with a makeup kit, leaving it in the van. Argh! I wanted to know!
On our way home the next morning, Joan wanted to stop at the quilt show in enterprise. She loves homemade quilts and a lot of her free time is spent making them. We spent a couple of hours at the show, so it was late when we got back to Kennewick. They dropped Michelle and me off at our house, and we unloaded all our camping gear and clothes, thanking each other for a fun, fantastic weekend.
When we finally got some privacy, I couldn't wait to ask Michelle about that break at the square dance. All she'd tell me was, "Use your imagination!"
I had an imagination all right; I imagined what it would have been like for Brian. He'd have fantasized about her ever since that tip Friday night when she told him I suggested she flirt with him. This hot, sexy girl had the hots for him! He'd have dreamed about her, then anticipated the dance Saturday night. When she showed up wearing that soft, sexy blouse and he had her in his arms those two tips, he'd have thought he'd gone to heaven, especially when he realized she was braless. Then she whispered to him to meet her out back where they kissed and made out together like a couple of teenagers.
He'd have played with her bare breasts, groping and squeezing, maybe even undoing a couple of buttons or pulling her blouse out from her skirt and pushing it up, then feasting on them. Michelle would've loved that as sensitive as her nipples are, maybe even coming with his lips around her. She'd have unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down before turning and leaning against the wall of the building, pulling her dress up and her pettipants down for him to fuck her. It would likely have been one of the most incredible orgasms he's ever had; his ultimate fantasy come true times a hundred!
And Michelle, she'd have been so hot at the dance knowing she was about to break the ultimate taboo; the unbreakable taboo of seducing another dancer. She'd have been afraid of being caught with him, making it all the hotter for her. Just going to the dance braless would've made her hot, simply from the taboo nature of it. When she met this sexy guy out back, she'd have kissed him with her tongue down his throat in a passionate kiss with his hands crushing her breasts.
She'd have felt the bliss of a stranger's cock inside her, likely screaming when she came feeling his cock expanding and pumping hot cum deep inside her, his hands on her hips pulling her back to him and knowing the loud music would cover up the sound of her passion. She'd have told him to come inside her, that her husband wouldn't ever know. She'd have felt the wetness of their combined cum inside her seeping out into her pettipants the rest of the dance with only the two of them knowing how nasty they'd been. That last tip would've been torture for her, trying to conceal her emotions for this guy that had just fucked her.
Did any of that happen? I know that it did, it had to have. I know my wife and whether it was exactly this way or not, it'd have been hot as hell. But I'll never know for certain, and that makes it even sexier! I can hardly wait until next year! I think both my wife and a guy in Halfway that's going to be a little anxious for next year as well.
This story is a continuation from, "A Weekend With Ginger and Eric Ch2".
Thank you very much to Shygirlwhore for her help editing.
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We had a square dance weekend planned in Baker City March twelfth. We'd had it planned for a long time, to go with our square dance friends, Jim and Joan. We'd made hotel reservations at the Best Western a month earlier for Saturday night for a room with two queen beds as we enjoyed sharing a room with them. We'd been friends with them long before we started our sexual odyssey and our relationship with them was purely platonic, other than a little sexual teasing. They had no idea of how we'd expanded our sexual horizons and we had no intention of changing our friendship with them.
Ginger and Eric couldn't go due to the fact Ginger had a conference she had to attend that Saturday. Unfortunately, Jim sprained his ankle pretty badly during the week so they couldn't go either. That left Michelle and I with the big room all to ourselves. I wondered what we might do during the night to amuse ourselves.
Baker City is about a two-and-a-half hour drive for us. We left early so we could go through the Baker Historical Museum. Baker County was a hotbed for gold mining, starting in the 1860's. There are dozens of ghost towns, some like Sumpter and Granite that have somewhat resurrected themselves and others like Bourne that are nothing but a pile of hundred-plus-year old debris. The museum has artifacts and history of so much of the old west and gold mining, including a miniaturized replica of the town site in the movie "Paint Your Wagon", with Lee Marvin and Clint Eastwood. We were disappointed that Jim and Joan couldn't have gone with us. It's so much more fun exploring with friends.
We spent the afternoon going through the museum, then we went to a fantastic steak dinner at the Haines Steak House in the little town of Haines. After dinner, back to the motel to get ready for the dance that night.
I always love watching Michelle getting ready to go out. I hadn't seen which of her square dance dresses she intended to wear that night, but enjoyed watching her sitting in her bra and thong panties putting on her makeup. I wondered if those panties were what she intended to wear, since with her square dance skirts and full slips, whatever she wore underneath would show whenever she twirled. If it was, I thought it might turn into an exciting evening!
I have to admit that I was a little disappointed that, instead of one of her short skirts, Michelle put on a long one, just a few inches above the floor, along with a lacy blouse. It wasn't overtly sexy, both were opaque so I couldn't even see the bright blue of her bra or panties under them, but she still looked fabulous. The skirt fit tight around her rump before flaring just a little to let her move freely. It definitely wouldn't flare up to show off her thong panties. She handed me my light blue shirt, matching her skirt, along with the bolo she'd given me for Christmas.
We didn't know anyone at the dance particularly well. We'd seen several of them at other dances, but no one else from our club had been able to make it. One person that Michelle knew was red-shirt guy from Wallowa Lake. This was the guy who she'd danced with several times with and had a short fling with last September. At least I assumed she had. She hasn't ever said for sure one way or the other.
As soon as Michelle saw him, she got a smile on her face and walked over to talk to him. A moment later, she was back with him in tow, "Honey, this is Brian. Remember him from Wallowa Lake?"
How could I forget him? I've had daydreams and nightmares about this guy trying to figure out what my wife had done with him! "No, I don't think I do," I told her.
She kind of grinned at me like she knew I was fibbing, which I obviously was. "Brian asked me to dance several times, nothing more."
"Oh yeah, I remember, you were the guy with the red shirt."
He looked at me a little quizzically, "I don't remember which shirt I might have worn that night. I definitely remember your gorgeous wife though!"
I'll just bet you do, she took you out back and fucked you, kind of easy to remember, I thought to myself. I wasn't about to say it out loud though. Then my lizard brain started thinking again, if you can actually call it thinking. I wondered how to arrange something happening again. "Grab a chair," I told him. "Sit with us."
When the first tip started, I said to red-shirt guy, thinking that now that he has a name, maybe I should start using it. "Brian, I bet Michelle would love to have a dance with you."
He got a big grin on his face, "I'd love to. Michelle, would you do me the honors?"
She took his hand and joined a square at the far end of the room. While the caller was getting all the squares up on the floor, I saw another face I recognized from Wallowa Lake, an attractive lady I'd danced with a couple times, Katie, so I strolled over and asked her if she'd like to dance. She grinned at me and said she'd love to. I remembered that she's an excellent square dancer so we had a great time that tip. The caller was a big-name caller from out of the area and much better than any of our local callers.
After that first tip, I escorted Katie back to her table, and Michelle and red-shirt guy (habits die hard) BRIAN, I thought to myself, joined me. When I realized that Katie was sitting alone, I asked her if she'd like to sit with us. She said, "Thank you, but my husband's going to be right back. He just went to the restroom." I was disappointed. I'd forgotten that she was married. When I saw him come in and sit with her, I have to admit I was a little pleased. He was on crutches. Obviously he wouldn't be able to dance so I'd have a partner when Michelle was dancing with Brian...and I was going to encourage her to dance with him often.
I sat back down with Michelle and Brian, and we spent the next few minutes visiting. I noticed his glances toward my pretty wife. I was thinking that he'd sure love seeing what was under that blouse and skirt.
Michelle and I danced together the next couple tips. Brian sat by himself while we danced and I suggested to Michelle that he was probably getting lonesome while we danced. The next one, she asked him to dance with her and I asked Katie again. That time, we ended up in the same square with two other couples. One of the times after we'd changed partners and I was promenading with Michelle, I whispered in her ear that she should flirt with Brian a little more, that I didn't mind dancing with Katie.
In fact, I loved dancing with Katie. I'd have liked to get to know her a little better, except for the fact that she was married. Katie was probably in her mid-forties; long, blonde hair; pretty face and nice sized boobs that would be just right for a mouthful. Unfortunately, she didn't give off any indication that she and her husband were even remotely interested in anything extra-curricular except for square dancing. He didn't seem to mind me dancing with her. I made every effort to be a perfect gentleman, escorting her to the dance floor and back to her husband each time we danced together, and thanking her profusely for each dance.
Michelle took my flirting suggestion to heart and danced the next several dances with Brian. When we were sitting at our table, she'd talk with him, giggling at his silly little jokes, put her hand on his knee and hold his hand, their fingers intertwined going on and off the dance floor. I was trying to think how to get the two of them together for some privacy when toward the end of the dance, Brian mentioned that he needed to start home as he had a long way to drive. He lives in Halfway, about seventy miles down a narrow, twisting, two-lane highway from Baker City. I thought about our motel room with two queen sized beds, and without even thinking, asked Brian, "Why don't you spend the night in our room. We've got an extra bed we're not using."
Michelle glanced over at me with that grin on her face that said she knew I was up to something. Brian asked, "Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother."
"I can't think of any reason why not, the extra bed's just sitting here." Then I asked Michelle, "Is there any reason Brian can't use our extra bed?"
She answered, "No, that'd be fine." I wondered if she was thinking that it might be fun, kind of like I was thinking.
Brian finally agreed that it'd be a lot nicer than driving back to Halfway in the middle of the night. There was one more tip, which I danced with Michelle. Afterward, I gave Brian the room number and one of our key cards. He offered to help pay for the room, but Michelle and I both declined his offer, telling him that we already had the room whether he used the bed or not.
Brian got to the room a couple minutes after Michelle and I did. We'd just taken off our shoes and were sitting on our bed when he came in. "Thanks you guys, for letting me flip over here. It was going to be a long drive home tonight."
I told him, "You're more than welcome. It would have been a shame to waste a perfectly good bed."
Michelle said, "You guys do whatever you want. I'm tired and going to get ready for bed." Then she picked up her bag and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Brian made it a point to get undressed and climb into bed while she was in the other room. I did as well, turning off the lights except for the one on the nightstand between the beds.
Michelle appeared a few minutes later wearing a black nightie I hadn't ever seen before. It was extremely sheer, floor length but split up one side to above her waist and little black G-string panties. When she saw that Brian was watching, she apologized saying, "Sorry, I wasn't planning on us having company so this is all I brought." It was fine with me, sexier than hell! When she climbed in bed with me, she felt so exquisite with her curves and soft skin enveloped in that soft nightie. As I've mentioned before a few dozen times, I love sexy nightgowns! I reached over and turned out the light.
I wanted my wife, but also wanted to wait until Brian was asleep. We lay next to each other, my hands roaming across her sexy body, waiting until Brian started snoring softly. I also couldn't help but think about Brian in the bed right next to us.
When it appeared that Brian was asleep, and I was still caressing Michelle's soft skin, I whispered in her ear, "I bet Brian would love to be doing this. Did you notice how he couldn't keep his eyes off you all night?"
"I noticed, but tonight I want my husband." Her hand slipped under my shorts and wrapped gently around my rock-hard arousal. I reciprocated with a hand under her silky panties, feeling how damp they were. I don't think I'll ever get used to how her skin feels now that she's regularly waxing instead of just shaving.
My kinky mind simply couldn't let go and just enjoy making love with my wife. I had to push the envelope as far as I could. As my fingers slipped just inside her wet pussy lips, I couldn't help but tell her, "But wouldn't his cock, slipping inside you again, feel good? Was he a good lover that night at the lake?"
"Mmm, maybe you're right. And yes, he was very good."
That was as close to an admission as she'd ever given me that they'd actually made love that night. I lightly nibbled her nipple over her thin nightie and extracted my finger, just rubbing and teasing her, making her hips gently writhe under my ministrations. I told her, "I want you to make love with him tonight, now."
Michelle moaned and kissed me for a moment, our tongues doing a little dance together. She stopped and raised her hips, pushing her panties down and off, then handed them to me. "I won't be needing these." She told me. Then she pushed the covers away and right before climbing out of our bed, whispered in my ear, "We didn't do anything that night except kiss. This will be the first time." My mind reeled in a bit of shock. She'd finally admitted it to me after all these months, and it wasn't what I expected!
The next thing I heard was Michelle climbing into the other bed and the sounds of her kissing him. The room was pitch dark so I couldn't see a thing. I wished I'd left that light on but it was too late by then. I certainly wasn't going to turn it back on. After a few minutes, I heard Michelle whisper to Brian, "Shhh, we have to be quiet. I don't want to wake my husband."
I lay in our bed, trying to be as quiet as possible with my eyes wide open trying to see the other bed. But it was impossible in the pitch-black darkness. That's one thing I don't like about motel rooms, with the light-proof blinds, there's not even a stray ray of light coming from outside. The room was simply pitch-black. That night though, I'd have loved a few rays of light coming in. I could listen though and what I was hearing had me almost out of my mind. I don't know how long the kissing went on, my mind has a bit of a block trying to ascertain time frames when I know Michelle is making love with another guy. I heard sucking and Michelle moaning. I presumed Brian had one of her nipples in his mouth, probably her nightie pushed out of the way.
The bed creaked and it sounded like the covers being pushed off, and I could tell the moment when Brian pushed his cock into my wife from Michelle's soft, "Mfft." Brian moaned a little as well. Michelle was probably putting her lips over his to keep him relatively quiet. My wife definitely likes to kiss while she's making love.
The bed started a steady creaking as he pumped in and out of her. After a couple moments, she whispered to him, "A pillow. I want a pillow under me." I knew what she meant, she wanted a pillow under her rump to raise herself a little so he could reach even deeper inside her. I heard the bed rustling, then, "Mmm, yes, I like that! That feels so good." I was envisioning Michelle's hands on Brian's butt, pulling him as deep inside her as she could.
Lying there, listening to my wife and Brian making love but not being able to see a thing reminded me of two situations: The night in Kodiak where I lay on the couch listening to Michelle make love with Alec most of the night behind a closed door; and the night at Wallowa Lake where Michelle and I tried to be quiet making love in a tent right next to our square dance friends.
I know Brian was trying to be quiet since he didn't want me to know he was making love with my wife, but Michelle was only making the pretext of being quiet as she knew I was awake and wanted to hear everything. Lying in the bed right next to Michelle and Brian, listening to them making love, and not being able to see was an exquisitely erotic experience. My mind was able to wander and visualize what she was experiencing, a new man sliding in and out of her womanhood. I knew she'd had the hots for him all evening and probably ever since Wallowa Lake. Especially since they'd only made out a little that night and I'd kept bringing him up to her, trying to find out what she'd done with him.
I lay in bed listening to the bed movements and soft moans coming from the other bed as they became more frantic and obviously difficult to suppress the sounds. I heard a not so soft, masculine, "Mmm, Mmm," right before it became very muffled and what sounded like more frantic kissing. I presumed that, at that moment, Brian was pelting out his hot cum deep inside my wife. I envisioned Michelle holding his face with his lips to hers to muffle the sounds of their respective frenzied ecstasy. She almost always comes at the same time I do and the times I've witnessed her with another man, does with him as well. It always makes my orgasm so much more intense knowing she's having hers at the same time. I could imagine how exquisite the feeling was for Brian at that exact moment.
If I hadn't seen and heard this scene before, I'd have cum myself at that moment. As it was, I was able to suppress the feeling even though my cock was rock hard and I was aching with desire. I almost didn't know how I could wait until Michelle climbed back into bed with me.
The hardest, most jealousy invoking is when Michelle is with another man she always likes to kiss after making love. She didn't disappoint me this time either. I heard her whispering to him how good it was and then the unmistakable sounds of passionate kissing for the next several minutes.
I also couldn't help but pontificate a little on the fact that it was just a little over two years ago that Michelle and I were a normal, loving, monogamous couple. How much lives can change in two short years! To be honest, I've gotten well past most of the jealousy. I still feel it a little when I'm extra horny and she's making love with someone else, but for the most part it's just the excitement of her being with another man. I love that Michelle is the object of other men's desire and she reciprocates their feelings. She loves sex and is willing to explore it to the fullest. That's still as exciting as ever to me and I don't think I'll ever get over it. At least I hope not.
I was relieved when it sounded like Michelle was leaving Brian's bed and coming back to ours. Then I felt her naked body climbing in bed with me. At some point during their lovemaking, she'd shed the night-gown completely. She kissed me, much like she just had with Brian, then her lips worked their way down my chest, her tongue playing just a moment in my belly button, then on down to my cock. I didn't even try to suppress my groan as I felt her hot mouth engulf me all the way down her throat. She sucked and twirled her tongue around my cock, making loud sucking noises. I never thought about it at the moment, but in retrospect, I suspect she wanted to let Brian know exactly what she was doing to me after she'd supposedly awakened me.
I couldn't help but grip the back of her head and pull her even tighter into me, which she always hated me doing. This time though, she didn't seem to mind as her efforts only seemed to intensify. Between my precum and her hot mouth, I was slipping in and out of her mouth with ease. Each time, all the way down her throat. This was perhaps the most world-class blow-job she'd ever given me! After listening to her with Brian and now the exquisite attention she was giving me, it only took me a few moments until that unmistakable and strong feeling of my orgasm started to build inside my entire body. As it engulfed me, my entire body shook as I shot a quart or so of hot cum down Michelle's throat. Michelle told me later that I'd let out a long wail while my body spasmed in ecstasy.
Afterward, I felt Michelle's naked body snuggling up to me with her head cradled in my neck and we kissed like the long-time lovers we were. I tasted myself on her lips as we kissed, reminding me of the gift she'd just given me. After kissing for several long minutes, she snuggled back into the crook of my neck and we both drifted to sleep.
Sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Michelle wasn't in my bed but I saw that Brian was still apparently sound asleep. I lay quietly and slipped back to sleep. The next thing I heard was this female voice yelling, "Hey sleepyheads, time to get up!" I opened my eyes and saw that Michelle had already dressed. I mumbled to her to be quiet and let me sleep but ended up scooting up on the bed with a pillow behind my back.
Michelle was a sight to behold that morning! She was dressed in a pair of her western blue jeans that reminded me so much of the song, "Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On" by Mel McDaniel. She was absolutely gorgeous with the blue jeans and frilly, western blouse. I wasn't sure if she had on a bra, but I didn't think so as it looked like her boobs were floating kind of freely under her blouse. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail making her look more like a twenty-five year old than a forty year old. I thought it might be more appropriate to drag her back into bed with me before remembering we still had a guest in the room. Speaking of our guest, I certainly noticed his eyes pop open we he got a look at my wife.
Michelle came and sat on the edge of the bed on the opposite side from Brian. I rolled over toward her and yelled at him to go ahead and use the bathroom first. I suspected he was probably still naked and wanted to give him an opportunity to get dressed without me "discovering" his state of undress.
While he was in the bathroom, I used the opportunity to get dressed myself. Later, the three of us went to breakfast in the hotel dining room. It seemed a little weird, like the sex the night before hadn't even happened. We were simply three friends at breakfast talking about square dancing, the weather, our jobs and so on. I was pretty sure that Brian had no clue I knew what had transpired the night before. I enjoyed sitting there watching Brian ogling my wife throughout breakfast, but trying to be discrete.
When we were nearing the end of breakfast, Michelle excused herself to use the restroom. When she was out of sight, I looked at Brian, drinking his apple juice and asked him, "Tell me Brian, how did you enjoy my wife last night?"
The look on his face was priceless! He stopped drinking literally in mid-gulp and looked at me as if I'd just asked him if he'd like to be branded. He started to mutter an apology but I told him, "It's okay. I encouraged her, you're fine."
He told me what a lucky guy I am to which I obviously agreed. Then I suggested to him, "I'm going to do some errands after breakfast, put gas in the car and get a little cash from the bank for the trip home. I suspect that with just a little coaxing you might be able to seduce her again when you get back up to the room. You'll have some privacy for a while. I intend to take my time." I honestly didn't know if he could that morning, but thought it might be fun for him to try. I was pretty sure that Michelle wouldn't be offended, slap him or some such thing.
He didn't say anything but I certainly saw how his eyes got wide and the smile on his face when Michelle returned from the bathroom. As soon as she sat down, I told her that I had a few errands to run if they wanted to go back up to the room and start packing. I got up from the table and gave Brian a little wink when I turned away from Michelle.
True to my word, I didn't hurry. I probably took forty-five minutes or so to run my errands. All the time I was anxious to find out what was happening in the room, but wanted to leave plenty of time for something to develop if it was going to.
When I finally did get back up to our room, I stood at the door a few seconds listening. I didn't hear anything so, as quietly as I could, put the key in the key-slot, opened the door and tip-toed into the room.
Apparently, Michelle hadn't slapped him because they were both naked on the bed in the '69' position with Michelle on top, her smooth pussy in Brian's face and his cock deep in her mouth. Michelle was doing lots of writhing, pushing her pussy down onto his face and glanced up at me as I stepped into the room before giving her full attention back to Brian. His hands were on Michelle's butt, trying to pull her down tighter onto him.
Shortly after I entered the room, Michelle pulled off of him, turned around and lowered her pussy down onto his cock, letting out a low growl as he filled her. I realized that even though I was only forty, younger guys have much more endurance as Brian and my wife fucked for what seemed like forever. Michelle must have had three or four orgasms after I got there. I wondered how many she'd had before.
When she finally pulled herself off of him, Brian was still hard as a rock and was definitely a good sized man. She stood up at the foot of the bed, gave Brian a hand and said, "Come shower with me."
I'd been watching from around the corner of the little hall into the room and when she asked him to come to the shower, I slipped inside the closet and closed the door. I waited a bit after hearing the shower come on, then stepped out of the closet and opened the bathroom door just enough to see in, but hopefully not enough that they'd notice I was there. The shower door was a little frosted so I couldn't see anything clearly, but could definitely make out what was happening.
Michelle's back was to the shower wall and Brian was feasting on one of her succulent boobs, switching from one to the other. He worked his lips back up her neck holding her arms above her and kissed her forcefully. It was obvious that my wife was returning his passion just as lustfully until he let go of her arms, turned her around, and with the hot water spraying over both of them rammed his cock inside her pussy, almost lifting her off the floor.
That was when I started to hear Michelle groaning out his name over and over along with telling him to fuck her harder. Michelle leaned against the shower wall, her legs spread wide apart with Brian's cock slamming in and out of her. Every time Brian plunged into my wife, she let out some unintelligible groan. Finally, after several minutes, Brian literally lifted her off the shower floor and let out his own piercing, in-human sound as he came deep inside her. Afterward, both Brian and Michelle slumped to the floor of the tub, recovering from their few minutes of bliss. I quietly closed the bathroom door and left the room, hoping they'd never even know that I was there.
I went to the lobby, sat down in one of their easy chairs with a USA Today and pretended to read. The scene I'd just witnessed replayed itself over and over in my mind. I waited another half hour before going back to the room. When I walked in, Michelle was packing our bags. Brian had already left.
On our way home, driving down I-84, I couldn't help but watch Michelle out of the corner of my eye putting her makeup on. It's always turned me on watching her, but that morning, even more so knowing the reason she had to put it on a second time. After she finished with her makeup, she sat quietly on the rest of the way home.
I didn't think too much about it, but over the next few days, Michelle seemed different, like something was bothering her. I asked several times and she always said she was fine and there wasn't anything. Even when we made love she seemed a little remote.
I asked her if there had been something about the weekend that had bothered her, but she always said no and told me what a beautiful weekend it had been. I finally blurted out, "Michelle, sweetheart, what the hell is wrong? You can't keep telling me it's nothing!"
She sighed, looked away, then back toward me and finally opened up. "There is something. I've been afraid to say anything for fear how you'd react." She looked away, looking almost like she was going to cry.
"Sweetheart, you know there isn't anything you could say that'll make me love you any less." Actually, I was almost afraid that maybe she'd fallen in love with Brian! But I didn't know how that could be after all the different sexual adventures we've had in the last couple years.
She wouldn't look at me and spoke quietly, "I've had this fantasy a long time and I think Brian kind of brought it out of me, making it seem more like it could maybe be real sometime."
I couldn't even begin to imagine what she might be talking about - a fantasy she hasn't shared with me? What fantasy could there possibly be left that we haven't done?
She spoke so softly, "Remember when I told you I wanted to actually be a stripper at the Honey Bunzz? This one's even bigger than that. Actually, a lot bigger!"
I started to Ginger's and realized I hadn't put in my overnight bag so drove back home to get it. I was late, and it'd started snowing, what a way to start! I realized I should have looked at the weather report, but it was a bit late for that. I did have snow tires on the car, though, so I wasn't too worried.
When I arrived, Ginger opened the door for me, then went to her husband and gave him a big hug. I couldn't help but try to imagine the emotions that were going through his mind, hers too I guess. He knew his wife was going to be sleeping with another guy the first time since they'd married. His insides had to be turning into pure mush, the same as mine did when Michelle was with Mike that first time in Seattle. I wondered if either of them realized how much their lives could possibly change as a result of that one night. I hoped he'd enjoy the residual benefits as much as I have with Michelle.
Ginger had on an attractive, fur-lined coat over her dress. All I could see was the bottom portion of a floor length green gown. Her hair was in a pretty bun, and she was beautiful! When she stepped away from her husband and took my hand, I led her to the car and opened the door for her. I watched her slide in, and noted the slit in her dress. Guys appreciate those things.
When I turned onto the freeway only a couple minutes later, I looked over at the beautiful woman sitting beside me. I could hardly believe that we were finally doing this, the culmination of my fantasy from over twenty years ago. Next to Michelle, Ginger was my dream-come-true woman!
It's hard to explain, but in high school, I was so shy and couldn't ask any girl out. I had wanted so badly to ask Ginger on a date, and now we're going to the most exquisite dance of the year in Eastern Oregon or Washington and then spending the rest of the night together. It seemed surreal that it was actually happening!
The snow fell harder and harder as we drove over the hill just South of Kennewick, making it a beautiful, magical night. We were both nervous when we started, but by the time we arrived in Pendleton a couple of hours later we were giggling and laughing, much more at ease with each other.
We arrived at the Convention Center, and I turned the car keys over to the parking valet. I very happily escorted my date into the building. The lobby had been transformed into a beautiful winter scene, which seemed appropriate with the snow falling outside.
When Ginger turned toward me and slipped her coat off her shoulders, I couldn't help but glory at how beautiful she was. Her dress was a long emerald green gown with a slit up the side to her thigh, teasing at those gorgeous, never-ending legs. It was a halter type, crossed across her breasts, leaving a small triangular opening exposing her abs and wrapping around her neck with straps diagonally across her back, leaving her back mostly open down to a 'V' at the base of her back. It looked like silk but bunched across her bosom so her nipples weren't visible.
All I could think when I saw it was 'WOW'! The soft, smooth material flowed around her. Ginger's heels had little, fake emeralds embedded in the straps across her toes and around her ankles adding to the sexy effect. I felt more than a little underdressed in my new suit. I almost asked her if her husband had seen her dress and if so, why he would let her out of the house.
After we checked our coats and walked through the dance hall to the seating area in the room behind the dance floor, I told her, "Ginger, you look fabulous tonight!" What I wanted to say to her was that she was sexy. After my forced abstinence the last couple of weeks, I didn't know how I was going to manage myself with this beautiful, sexy, gorgeous creature accompanying me! I thought she was the most beautiful woman at the dance, and I noticed several guy's eyes following her walking across the floor.
We visited and listened to the music until the band played a slow song, and I asked Ginger if she'd like to dance. I wrapped both arms around her waist, and she wrapped hers around my neck, pulling our cheeks tight together. We mostly swayed to the music, moving slowly around the floor, enjoying the close companionship. Ginger's perfume was fabulous, nearly driving me wild.
I caressed my hands up and down Ginger's bare back, looking for that special spot on her back that I hoped would drive her wild. When I found it, she purred in my ears, "Mmm, that feels so good," and snuggled in closer, nibbling on my ear just a little. Touching her back like this, with our cheeks together sent shivers all the way through my body.
When the song ended, they played a faster song which isn't my thing to dance to, but Ginger enjoyed it, so we twirled and moved around the floor, trying to emulate the younger crowd. When that one finished, we were both worn out and laughing at each other's clumsiness. Square dancing is much easier!
We explored the hors-d'oeuvre table and found smoked salmon, stuffed mushrooms, deviled eggs (one of my favorite foods), shrimp bowls, chicken wings and so many other things that I had no idea what they might be. Our plates were full, though, and when we sat to eat, the food was divine! I wondered how much of it was an aphrodisiac. The more I ate, the more I couldn't take my eyes away from my beautiful companion.
When we finished eating, I asked Ginger if she'd like to have a picture. There was a photographer with a romantic scene set up in the front lobby, and I wanted a picture with Ginger. She agreed so we took each other's hands and weaved our way through the crowd on the dance floor.
He had his 'studio' set up with a wintery scene, complete with real pine trees, a log to sit on, and a beautifully painted outdoor scene backdrop. Another couple was posing, so we waited, watching the photographer's interaction with them.
When it was our turn, he sat me down on the log, Ginger alongside and slightly behind me with her arms around my neck, gripping her wrist with her other hand and her head leaning into me. He complimented us both, telling us what a gorgeous couple we were. He snapped a couple of the shots, then rearranged us with me sitting slightly crossways and Ginger sitting on my lap facing the camera with one hand around my neck and the other on my shoulder.
When he finished shooting those, I asked Ginger to look at me, and I looked into her eyes, realizing for the first time how green they were. In this pose, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to pull her slightly toward me and kiss her. When her lips met mine, I completely forgot where we were, closed my eyes and let myself fall into her web, feeling the emotions pass between us.
Our kiss deepened, mouths opening and tongues intertwining, we were oblivious to the flashes from the photographer's light bars until we heard him say, "Umm, we're done." Ginger and I broke our kiss, looking at each other and realized what had just happened between us.
He gave us our identifying number and said to come back in about a half hour to his assistant, sitting at her computer and printer off to the side.
Ginger and I both realized that something had happened at the photo section, and the next time the band played a slow song, we danced again but this time with our lips together most of the time. What had been a simple bolt of lightning before had become a hurricane strength storm of passion between us.
Even during the faster songs we couldn't take our eyes off each other, and our dancing changed from being fun and bouncy to sultry. Ginger slinked into and out of my arms, kissing whenever our lips came close together. My hands on her back and hers around my neck took on an entirely different meaning than before.
When we sat between dances our fingers were intertwined and our heads together in short kisses and whispering sweet nothings to each other. We'd almost forgotten about the pictures until we realized the dance was nearly over so hurried back to the photographer. We waited our turn and sat down at his assistant's desk, looking at the pictures on her computer. Oh, My God, those pictures were sensuous! The close-ups he took of us kissing were so seductive. The full body pictures showed Ginger's dress open at the slit, exposing her sexy legs. I had no idea if Ginger would dare show any of them to her husband, but I knew Michelle would love them.
We picked out six of the very best, and I gave her my credit card to buy two of each of them. I didn't even know what they cost but didn't care. I'm sure the young lady wondered why we needed two of each, assuming we were a married couple since we each had our wedding rings. I thought about telling her that one copy was for Ginger and her husband and the other me and my wife.
Afterward, we put our precious photos on our table and danced two more songs before we decided to call it a night. We retrieved our coats, and when we stepped outside, it was still snowing. There was six inches or so of snow making everything more than beautiful outside. The valet had swept the snow off the car before bringing it to the protected, porte-cochere.
I was glad I'd had the foresight to put on the snow tires a few weeks before. The roads weren't plowed, and there was little traffic, so we were mostly driving through unpacked, powdery snow to the Red Lion. On the way, I asked Ginger if she wanted to call Eric one last time to be sure he was still okay with what was about to happen. She told me, "No, if he's not I don't want to know it right now."
I looked over at her, pleased that she wasn't calling him. I remembered the first time Michelle was with Mike and the angst I went through that night, but stop her? Not in my wildest dreams would I have asked her to stop! I hoped Eric felt the same way I had.
I dropped Ginger off under the hotel's porte-cochere and parked the car. It was a good thing we had reservations because with the snow storm the hotel parking lot was nearly full. Thankfully, the hotel had been shoveling their walks pretty continuously. I checked in, we received our keys and walked to the elevator and down the hall to our room.
When we arrived, I was nearly breathless with wanting Ginger. I stood in awe for a moment, watching Ginger undo the clasp in her beautiful hair letting it fall around her shoulders. We stepped together, our lips meeting, my shaking hands caressing her face as we kissed. We'd kissed before, even at the dance a little earlier, but never like this. Now we were alone, and I could show her how I truly felt about her. I caressed her face with my fingers with her soft lips on mine, letting my repressed emotions from the past several months drain through me into that kiss. I knew from her response that she was feeling the same emotions as I was.
I backed away slightly, looking into her beautiful green eyes, and slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting her silk dress fall away from her beautiful body, leaving her totally naked in front of me. The words haven't yet been invented to express how badly I wanted this woman standing in front of me. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently sucked, eliciting a slow and steady moan from Ginger's mouth.
I released her nipple and resumed our kiss, caressing her lips with mine. My emotions and lust from the long evening and months of waiting for this moment were coming full force as my hands roamed her body.
Ginger lay down on the bed, her red hair fanned out around her face, and I began removing my clothing, reveling in the expression on her face as I removed my suit jacket, tie, shirt, then slacks and finally my boxers to the floor. I climbed onto the bed, and we kissed once again. I wanted to make love with this woman. But even more, I wanted to simply love her. This was different than anything I'd ever experienced before; this feeling of love that engulfed me as we both explored each other's naked bodies with our hands and mouths.
These emotions are what I'd feared and longed for the last several months. It was why I had been so reluctant to do what we were now doing. I knew I was in love with her, and this could only be a beginning.
Ginger rolled onto her back, pulling me with her. Then she looked into my eyes and said, "Please, make love to me."
I watched her beautiful face as my cock found her entrance, and I was slowly engulfed in her warmth. Ginger wrapped her legs around my hips, and her face was grimaced with her lips forming that 'O' that I'd seen so many times on Michelle's face.
When I was fully impaled inside her, I leaned down and kissed her lips once again, feeling them open to me and her tongue feeling mine. We stayed like that for what seemed an eternity of bliss before I withdrew and slowly began making love to her. Ginger's hips were keeping time with my thrusts, each time going deeper inside her. We became more frantic, unable to maintain the kiss as our orgasms neared.
I hadn't been with a woman since Michelle left fourteen days ago, and the warmth and love I was feeling with Ginger was overwhelming. When I finally came, I could feel how big and hard my cock was so deep inside her and my orgasm was overwhelming! When I had finally finished spurting my life inside Ginger, I still felt her spasming around me. Her body was shuddering, her eyes tightly shut and her hips pushed up off the bed. I wished I had a camera at that moment to record the ecstasy on her face.
Ginger finally relaxed and released her grip on my cock. I had softened a little, but not enough to withdraw from her. We rolled onto our sides and held each other, our cheeks together. As we lay there, feeling each other's breath, I thought about Michelle's video and realized this is how it is between her and Shaun.
I tried to remember what it had been like the first time with Michelle. Our first time was so long ago, and that feeling can't ever be recreated. That was the only other 'first time' with a woman I knew I truly loved. In the last couple years, there'd been other first times, sometimes incredible. But nothing like this, even that first time with Jacqui I was nervous and unsure of myself. That was sex, and it had been incredible, but it wasn't like this had been with Ginger.
As I lay there, my arms around Ginger and my cock still embedded inside her warmth, I wondered, "What now?" I knew that Ginger loved her husband, and I love Michelle with all my heart. Where does that leave Ginger and me? I knew I couldn't simply say this was one night and let her go, but we'd both return to our spouses. Could we do this again? Or I guess my bigger question was, "How could we NOT do this again - and again and again?"
Ginger and I finally went to sleep, my arms still around her.
Continuation from: Sharing my Wife: A Special Night with Shaun.
Thank you very much to Shygirlwhore for editing the story. She's been an incredible help!
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Shortly after lunch, Michelle called. She said that Shaun has a rodeo conference of some kind in Bozeman, Montana Tuesday through Thursday and asked if she could go with him. She said she'd already let her office know that she needs those days off and wanted to let me know where she'd be. I'd already told her she could spend a few days with Shaun so I didn't think it'd be reasonable to tell her no. She wasn't really asking anyway, just telling me what she was doing. She said she'd be home sometime Friday.
That meant I had three more nights to sleep alone and horny. Of course knowing what Michelle and Shaun would be doing most of the nights would alleviate my horniness - NOT! That night it was miserable sleeping alone. I was horny and I wanted to make love with my wife! She'd left me tortured the night before and my orgasm watching her with Shaun hadn't done much to alleviate my suffering.
Tuesday evening, right after I'd fixed myself a nice dinner of hot dogs and potato chips I got a surprise phone call from Jacqui. I was thrilled to hear from her. We hadn't talked for so long. The last time we'd talked was September.
For anyone who hasn't read my stories from the beginning, Jacqui was my first extra-marital love affair. She was a gorgeous, twenty-six-year old assistant manager for Victoria's Secret when I'd gone shopping for clothes for Michelle's first date with Mike. She's about the same size as Michelle and we had a little fun with her trying on clothes to see how they'd fit on Michelle. It turned into quite a lot of fun, especially the nighties, and me sucking another nipple besides Michelle's...ever!
After Michelle got back from her first sexy weekend with Mike, she'd drug me to the store and coerced me into asking Jacqui out on a date. Jacqui and I slept together the night of our first date and had a subsequent affair, falling hard for each other. She was the first girl I'd even kissed, other than Michelle. After seeing each other about a year and a half and falling madly in love, Jacqui was transferred to Great Falls, Montana, nearly six-hundred miles away, and we haven't seen each other since then. She and Michelle had become hard friends as well, enjoying teasing and sharing their man.
The biggest reason I hadn't gone to see her in Montana was that I knew our affair couldn't ever go anywhere and she deserved to find someone permanent in her life. The last time we'd talked, she had just started seeing a guy and I didn't want to interfere.
Jacqui sounded excited and so was I to get to talk to her. Just hearing her beautiful voice definitely brightened my evening. We talked about little things a few minutes before she asked me, "Is Michelle there?"
"No, she's gone with Shaun for a couple days." Jacqui knew all about her affairs and actually helped Michelle orchestrate her affair with Shaun.
She sounded pretty disappointed, let down at that. "Oh, I need to tell you something but I want to tell you both at the same time."
"You do know you can have a three-way call on your phone, don't you?" I told her to put me on hold and call Michelle, then hit the call button again to get me back on the line. I hoped it'd work.
I waited and in just a little bit heard Michelle's voice, "Hello."
Michelle and Jacqui talked for a few minutes. She was as excited to hear from Jacqui as I was. In a little bit, Jacqui said, "I have something to tell you."
I had no clue what it might be, maybe getting transferred back to Kennewick? I'd love that!
"I'm getting married!" The next several seconds I heard shrieking from Michelle. I had to hold the phone away from my ear so my ear wouldn't be damaged. I heard what sounded like jumping up and down, when, where, who and lots that was complete unintelligible. I suppose women might have understood it but I didn't. I was thrilled for Jacqui too. She's a wonderful woman and deserves a happy family. When we were going together, I'd let her know that she really didn't have a future with me so if she met someone else I'd be happy for her. I didn't exactly lie, just didn't tell her everything. I didn't mention that I'd also be heartbroken to lose her.
When she moved to Montana we both knew our affair would likely be over due to the fact it's almost six hundred miles away. Until that phone call though, I kept up hope that maybe she'd be transferred back or something happen so that we could be a couple again. I wanted to sound happy for her...and I guess I was, but inside my heart was breaking.
They hadn't set a date for the wedding yet but she wanted Michelle to be one of her bridesmaids. I told Jacqui how happy I was for her, and that there'd be no way we would miss her wedding.
After we all hung up, I almost couldn't help but cry a little bit. After all, Jacqui had been my girl for a year and we never broke up, just drifted apart after she moved. I still loved her. I know I'd told her all along that I wanted her to find someone she could marry, but now that it's happened, it was a lot different than I'd imagined...much harder. At the same time I was sincerely happy for her. Complicated, hunh?
I struggled through the next couple days, going back to our empty house after work. Whenever Michelle was with Shaun I enjoyed lying in bed and imagining what they were doing. Thursday I was watching Megyn Kelly, but my mind was elsewhere. I was wondering if, right at that particular minute, Michelle and Shaun were having dinner in a romantic restaurant, maybe dancing, or something even more fun...in a sixty-nine position in their hotel room giving each other a massive orgasm?
That's where my gutter-infested mind was when Ginger called. "I've been thinking about what you said the other day." Her voice sounded pretty nervous.
"Ununh."
"Do you really think Michelle would go to bed with Eric?"
My heartrate had increased significantly with that one sentence. "Yeah, I'm sure she would, but not without your consent."
"And she could seduce him to do it with her?"
I paused a little thinking and grinning, "My wife is a master seducer when she wants. I think she could seduce you into bed."
Ginger laughed, "I don't think we're going there!"
I couldn't help but tease just a little, "But it would sure be fun to watch her try, wouldn't it?" It actually hadn't ever crossed my mind before, but now that it had...
"Robert, I'm serious. Would she?"
She's scared, I thought. It was time to quit the joking. "Ginger, I know she can. But she won't and she wouldn't without your consent. If you say that you don't want her to, then don't worry about it."
I heard a long pause on the other end. "But, that's the thing, what if I said I wanted her to?"
I was surprised. "Are you seriously thinking about it?"
"Yes, I am. I trust him and I trust Michelle. I've already experienced how much he'd enjoy it and it doesn't seem fair for me to say no."
I felt like I needed to reassure her 'fairness' wasn't really an issue. "Ginger, this is completely separate from you and me. I can tell you that it's really hard the first time it happens. Eric was brave and really strong to let you go with me. I can tell you from my own experience that I don't think he's expecting to sleep with someone else. When Michelle took a lover the first time, that was the farthest thing from my mind. I already had my reward and it didn't have anything to do with sleeping with someone else. Michelle wanted me to sleep with Jacqui for the same reason I wanted her to sleep with Mike. She didn't do it out of fairness."
Ginger spoke very softly, "I think I do. I want him to sleep with Michelle."
I was starting to get excited but I still didn't want to sway her that way. "You need to be sure. Don't think it'll be easy for you. I can tell you that you'll likely about die from jealousy. I know I almost did the first time...and I still do." But I wanted to give the other side of the argument too. "For me though, there's nothing that's been more exciting than watching Michelle have lovers. I'm constantly scared for her and so jealous that I want to scream, but I love every second of it. So does Michelle with me. , but it's something you have to decide for yourself. Don't let me push you."
"You're scared? Of what, Michelle leaving?"
"She's having an affair with a single man that's everything any woman could ask for. They're in Montana now, going to sleep together tonight for the fifth night in a row. Yeah, I trust her but at the same time it's in the back of my mind that Shaun has so much more to offer her than I do. The only thing I have is that I know she loves me more than she ever will anyone else. Before you let Eric sleep with anyone else, you be a hundred percent certain that he loves you enough that nobody can ever come between you."
"The more you talk, the more I think I want to let him sleep with Michelle. It's a gift he gave me that I can return to him and he won't ever forget. I do know how much we love each other. He wouldn't have let me if he didn't."
"Ginger, think about it some more and call me tomorrow. Michelle won't be home until tomorrow night and you don't need to decide right away. I know she wants to sleep with Eric and to be honest, I want her to. Remember too, that you can change your mind right up to the last minute." I know she could, but after some point, it'd be a lot easier said than done. If Eric had called after the Cotillion and changed his mind, I don't know if we could have stopped or not. The emotions get too strong.
"I'll call you." That was the end of our conversation. After I'd hung up, I kept looking at the phone wondering if that had just been a dream or had been real. It had certainly seemed real! I finally turned toward the TV and switched it to an episode of "The Office" on Netflix. It's so hilariously funny that it could take your mind off of anything.
I managed to get through the rest of the night, actually sleeping part of the time. Michelle was home when I got there after work. She said they'd driven part way the day before, spending the night in Spokane.
That night, Michelle was enjoying telling me about what she and Shaun had done the last few nights with me on my back and her pussy wrapped around my cock. She's very good at simply straddling me and writhing around while she tells me what she'd done, driving me totally mad! It had been so long and her body against mine was winning the battle of conversation vs orgasm. I managed to hold off long enough to turn the tables on her a little bit toward imaging she was on top of Eric with his cock instead her instead of me. When her pussy started to contract around me with her orgasm, I couldn't hold off any longer and bucked my hips a little further inside her and had my own massive orgasm.
I never mentioned to her that I'd talked to Ginger. I wanted her to think about Eric was a fantasy only that she'd never be able to consummate her desire with. I was hoping that Ginger wasn't going to say anything to Eric either, let his mind wander into the unknown "what-if" with my sexy wife.
That Saturday I'd talked Michelle into inviting Ginger and Eric over for dinner. I bought a small prime rib and put it to cook in our pellet grill with lots of seasoning about five hours before dinner, then buttered some potatoes for baking later. After my share of dinner was ready, I told Michelle I needed to do a little shopping and that I'd be back in a couple hours. She told me that was fine, that she was planning to bake a carrot cake for dessert. We LOVE carrot cake!
I didn't exactly tell her what I was going shopping for, it was a bit of a surprise. I drove to the mall and found the store I wanted...Victoria's Secret. Before I went in, I called Ginger and told her that I was buying something new and sexy for Michelle for dinner. She said she'd find some old rags to wear. Yeah, right I thought, I've seen her in some of her 'old rags'!
This was the first time I'd been to Victoria's Secret since Jacqui left. Unfortunately, I didn't recognize any of the sales girls. Tina, Jacqui's best friend in the store, had been promoted to Jacqui's old position of Assistant Manager. I was hoping she'd be there, but it was her day off. I couldn't help but remember the first time I was there, shopping for clothes for Michelle to wear in Seattle with Mike. What an incredible difference two years can make in your life!
When I thought about that visit and the pretty sales girl who helped me, Jacqui, it nearly made me cry. She'd become my first lover besides Michelle and we'd fallen deeply in love. Now she was in Montana and getting married. It was another love-hate situation...I was happy for her but miserable at what I'd lost.
This shopping trip wasn't going to be nearly as much fun without Jacqui, but I was determined to enjoy myself nonetheless. That first time, I was a bundle of nerves and scared to death. This time, I was so much more mentally prepared to deal with it. When the pretty, petite sales girl approached me, her name was Jamie, I told her what I was looking for. I explained that we were having a party at our house and I wanted to find something sexy for my wife.
I explained Michelle's figure to her, and together we looked at lingerie, skirts, blouses, dresses etc. We spent probably forty-five minutes or so looking through the store, with Jamie holding different things up in front of her to give me some idea what they might look like. I thought about asking her if she'd try some on, but she was so different than Michelle it wouldn't work, except that I'd get to see a little more of Jamie. I knew she wouldn't though from Jacqui explaining their rules to me. After all our looking, I did find what I was looking for and purchased them. Actually, we found what I wanted fairly quickly, but I was enjoying Jamie too much to cut off my shopping too prematurely. When she sacked them, I asked her to please put them in a generic bag rather than a Victoria's Secret bag. I didn't want Michelle to know where I'd been until the time came for her to get dressed.
When I got home, Michelle had taken the cake out of the oven and was working on the frosting for when the cake cooled. Mmm, it smelled good! The prime rib was smelling good and my wife was going to be sexy as hell, even if she didn't know it yet. This was going to be a very good evening!
I tossed my little package on the bed and jumped in the shower. When I'd finished shaving and was getting dressed, Michelle finally came in our room to start getting ready. When she started getting undressed to shower I asked her, "Love, what are you planning to wear?"
"I don't know yet, probably just a pair of slacks and a nice blouse."
"Well, when I was shopping, I sort of bought you a little something I thought would look good for tonight."
She looked at me with that suspicious smile, "And what would that be?"
"Just some things I ran across in the store. They're in the sack." I pointed out the bag on the bed.
Michelle kind of hesitantly walked back across the room to the bed and peeked inside the bag. She pulled out the white dress and held it up in front of her where the light shined right through it. "It's a little transparent, isn't it?"
"Maybe a tiny bit, but not nearly as much when it doesn't have the light right behind it." Actually I'd made sure it was sheer enough to be able to just see the red panties and bra through it when there wasn't any back light at all.
She took out the bra and panties and held them up to look at, "Honey, I can't wear this with Ginger and Eric. It'll show through the dress." My wife who has been a stripper and has lovers actually started to blush. I thought it was so damn cute!
"Maybe a little," I told her, "But you'll look so nice." Actually, I meant sexy. "And I bought them just for tonight.
The dress was a semi-sheer white, coming down to her mid-thigh and the panties and bra were red, lacy, satin semi-bikini style. I'm not sure what it's actually called, but I thought they were sexy as hell! Just the kind of thing I wanted her to wear to seduce Eric, even if she didn't know she was going to seduce him. Actually, what I was hoping was that they wouldn't be able to stay away from each other and they'd both fall in my trap.
"I guess I'll see how it looks, but no promises." That was all I could ask. I was pretty sure that when Michelle saw how it looked on her she wouldn't be able to resist.
I finished getting ready, slapped on a little after-shave that I'd just bought. I hardly ever wear any, but not only did I want Michelle and Eric to be seduced together, I wanted to impress the gorgeous, sexy Ginger as well. I still had a major thing for her!
I wandered into the kitchen and out on the deck to check the temperature of the prime rib, it was up to 125 degrees, just right for dinner in another hour or so. I figured it was time, so put the potatoes on the grill and sat down in the living room waiting for my wife and hoping she'd wear what I'd bought.
Forty minutes later, she opened our bedroom door and walked down the hall. Oh God, she was beautiful and ravishing! The dress and underwear were just as I'd imagined on her. It wasn't sheer enough to see any skin through but the red, lacy lingerie was clearly visible. She'd also put on a pair of smooth, smoky stockings and her red heels. It seemed that every time she dressed up she was more beautiful than the time before. Every time I thanked my lucky stars that we ran into each other at that basketball game so long ago.
She slipped into the kitchen and put on an apron so she didn't splatter anything on her dress while she was frosting the cake. It was hard for me to imagine that such a sexy creature could also be so domestic and not think a thing of it. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she worked. Her behind with those red panties were literally sexual art!
She was finished and we sat at our table, me with a glass of ice tea and Michelle a diet coke when Ginger and Eric arrived. We both went to the door and gave them a little hug when we invited them in. Ginger was wearing a pair of tight slacks and a purple, satin blouse with fluffs on the line of buttons. When I hugged her, I couldn't resist innocently running my hand across her back, detecting that she obviously wasn't wearing a bra.
She had a nice looking salad and Eric had a couple bottles of red wine. Neither Michelle or I were particularly fond of wine but we'd drink it to be sociable. As little alcohol as we drank, it didn't take very much, even wine, to make us both a little tipsy. I noticed that Eric's eyes were clearly focused on my wife, exactly where I'd hoped they'd be for much of the evening.
We sat them down at the table on one side, with our chairs on the opposite side. I intended to sit opposite from Ginger and Michelle opposite from Eric. Michelle and I put the food on the table, I pulled our wine glasses out of the china hutch, and we sat down to eat.
Ginger told us about her new job as a travel consultant and our conversation was easy throughout the meal. The wine actually tasted good but I could tell that both Michelle and I were probably drinking a little too much. We never talked about the elephant in the room...the sexy women at the table, or the love affair that Ginger and I had begun and consummated in December.
There were a lot of lustful looks from one side of the table to the other though. Partway through dinner I had put my hands on Michelle's thigh pushing her dress up a little above her lacy stockings. I hoped when she got up the top of her stockings would show. I was very polite and didn't run my fingers over her panties between her legs. Oh no, I wouldn't have done that! They were a little damp just like I suspected they'd be. I definitely didn't press my fingers just a little under her panties between her pussy lips. It's so amusing watching your wife trying to act naturally at the dinner table with a finger nonchalantly rubbing inside her.
Our food couldn't have been better. There simply isn't anything like a pellet grill to cook a prime rib! Michelle's cake was moist and so good. She'd become a master of carrot cakes. It was actually a good thing that we had so much to eat as even the little bit of wind we had was starting to give me a little buzz. Without the food, I probably wouldn't have been able to stand up.
After dinner, we stacked the dishes in the kitchen. I couldn't help but nuzzle Michelle a little bit from behind, kissing her neck when I told her how beautiful she was. She'd pulled her dress back down when she got up, but nuzzling her, I did manage to pull it back up that three or four inches to show off her lacy stockings. I'm pretty sure Eric didn't notice. That grin on his face couldn't have been for that!
When the dishes were stacked, I suggested we teach Ginger and Eric a dice game we play a lot, Bolo. It's fairly simple, six dice that we try to match in sets of three or more. We switched partners, Michelle and Eric against Ginger and me. That way, we each sat side by side with our new partners. I have to admit I thought of how to modify it into 'strip bolo', but couldn't think of a reasonable way how to do it.
With the wine we'd been drinking, our game got pretty silly. Every time Ginger and I got a good score, we whooped and hugged, and Michelle and Eric did the same. After three games, Ginger and I had won two and declared ourselves the world champion Bolo team. I announced that the prize for winning was a big kiss, with Ginger's husband watching, she and I locked lips for the next minute. The wine was really making me feel good with Ginger's tongue roaming around in my mouth! Come to think of it, that would have felt good wine or no wine. I suggested that as the world-champion runners-up, they should get a kiss on the cheek for a prize.
Michelle asked if we might want to dance, so I found the love song channel on Dish and turned our lights down low. Ginger and I got up together, as did Michelle and Eric. She snuggled into my arms, her arms around my neck. We moved around the floor in pretend dance steps, looking into each other's eyes. My wife and Eric danced very much the same way.
I ached to feel Ginger's lips against mine again, so I whispered in her ear, "How far can we go tonight?"
She snuggled up a little tighter, and softly answered, "I don't know. I know that Eric loved the pictures from the Cotillion (we were literally lovers in the pictures), but in person might be a little different."
I mentioned to her, "He didn't seem to mind that last little kiss, but maybe that was because it was just a prize."
She glanced toward her husband and asked me, "What did you tell Michelle?"
"I encouraged her to tease him, but said it couldn't go any further than that. I think she'll take her cue from us."
"Maybe we should experiment then a little bit and see what happens." I smiled at that thought and pulled Ginger a little closer to me. She changed her position, putting both her hands around my neck and brushed my lips with hers before nestling her cheek against mine. She felt so good against me that I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted her in my bed before the night was over, but knew that wasn't going to happen.
I wrapped my arms around Ginger and glanced over at Michelle and Eric. Michelle's eyes were closed and her cheek was against Eric's neck. He was exploring her back with his hands. My cock had rapidly expanded, both from my proximity with Ginger and seeing Michelle wrapped so tightly with Eric, and him exploring her body.
We turned so that Ginger could see the same thing I had seen. When she did, she changed positions again and brought her lips back to mine. This time it wasn't a brief touching of lips, it was a full-on passionate kiss with our tongues exploring in each other's mouths. This was the first time we'd been able to kiss like this since the Cotillion and I was rapidly losing my ability to control my emotions.
We moved around the floor a little bit with our eyes closed and lips glued together. This had started out to encourage Michelle to flirt and maybe a little more with Eric, but had rapidly evolved into a renewing of our own love affair. I wanted this woman, and wanted her badly! Ginger finally pulled away and we opened our eyes to see that Michelle and Eric were kissing much as we just had been.
I was exploring Ginger's back with my hands when she whispered in my ear, "I want your hand on my boob, please."
I was actually a little surprised that she wanted to go quite that far in front of her husband, but was only happy to oblige her. I reached around front over her blouse and pinched a nipple, feeling it between my fingers. She hadn't worn a bra and she felt so good through the satin material of her blouse. Ginger moaned a little bit and said, "No, under my blouse."
Oh God! I pulled her blouse out from her slacks and slipped a hand under and up her waist to her breast wrapping my hand around her nipple and kneading her breast. She moaned out loud and brought her lips back to mine for a much more frantic kiss while I pushed my other hand under her blouse to her other breast. I was completely losing control of myself, forgetting there were other people in the room and pushed her blouse up baring her completely so that my lips could wrap around a nipple.
I was pretty sure Ginger never had any intention of going this far, but I'd completely lost control of myself and apparently, so had she. As I sucked her nipple and breast into my mouth, Ginger's hands wrapped around my head and pulled me tighter to her, all the while making strange noises. My hands were around her butt, pulling her tight to my oh-so-hard cock.
I was beginning to think that we all would end up in bed when Ginger suddenly pushed me away, pulled her blouse down and said, "We have to go home." I groaned my displeasure of losing the feel of her breast in my mouth, but understood why she needed to. We both looked over at Michelle and Eric who were locked in an embrace and kissing passionately. Ginger tucked her blouse back in and gently told Eric that they needed to go. I presume that she had the same need I did. She wanted to get her husband home to fuck him senseless, same as I did with my wife!
After they left, Michelle and I couldn't get to our bedroom fast enough. Actually, we never made it to our bedroom. The instant the door closed, we were on each other and tearing clothes off. I sat back on the couch and Michelle on my lap with her pussy lips already wrapped around my cock all the way inside her. I fumbled with her bra strap, damn thing - I never should have suggested she wear one. When it was finally off, I wrapped my lips around her breast, sucking it all the way into my mouth. Michelle ground herself down on my cock and came on me almost instantly, not even trying to squelch her screams.
I was only a couple strokes behind her, pulsing my cum deep inside her with an incredibly hard orgasm.
When our breathing retreated to somewhat normal and we could speak again, I jokingly told her, "Well, I guess the evening was a success." Michelle laughed her agreement. Actually I didn't think the evening was nearly through since I was still inside her and already starting to get hard again.
We retreated to the bedroom and I finally had time to take my shirt off. We spent the next half hour making love and fantasizing about what we wanted to do with Ginger and Eric. I was glad that it wasn't Michelle and me that had to drive home. We both wondered how far they made it before having to stop and relieve their sexual tension. Michelle told me that Eric definitely had a very nice sized cock under his slacks when they'd left.
Michelle called me about six, letting me know they were in Las Vegas on their way to the hotel. She said Shaun's reservations were at the Paris Las Vegas. An hour later she sent me some pictures of their room: big, round oversized bed with a canopy cover and frills everywhere. It had a two person raised spa, set where they could enjoy the outdoor scenery, which included the hotel's Eiffel Tower. Shaun must have spent a fortune on the room! The practical side of me thought that he could probably afford it, since most of it would be tax deductible. The paranoid side of me saw how romantic and sexy this room was, and it was where my wife and Shaun would be living and making love the next two weeks.
A little after ten that night, I received another picture of a beaming Michelle, leaning on Shaun's shoulder in a booth with a steak dinner in front of them. It made me think of Trisha a little guiltily. I hadn't been out with her for several weeks. We'd talked on the phone several times but for some reason hadn't gotten together recently. I thought about the possibility of breaking my vow of chastity while Michelle was gone and asking her out one night. No, I could do this, it was only two weeks, and I could survive!
Off and on Sunday, I'd get a picture from Michelle, mostly benign: the outside of the Paris Las Vegas, very impressive; scenes from The Strip and one of her laughing that Shaun had taken; a video of Michelle with a look of pure terror on her face, putting on a harness then being hoisted out over the edge of a building several hundred feet high! My heart was plunging, seeing my wife falling to her death! Shortly after, a text from her: "I survived! Sky Jump, the Stratosphere." I knew they wouldn't kill her like that, but it was a relief to get the text.
Late in the afternoon, she called. It felt good to hear her cute voice! We talked a few minutes; she told me how thrilling that sky jump had been, and that she'd never been so scared in her life. I was curious how Shaun had talked her into doing that, since she's afraid of heights. She told me that they were going to dinner and the Terry Fator ventriloquist show later in the evening. We'd seen his show video, and he's probably the best ventriloquist ever. She sent me a picture from outside his theater but said they didn't allow any photos inside.
After nine-thirty, I called Jacqui to cheer myself up. God, I missed her! If she'd still been here, we'd be staying at each other's house the whole time Michelle was gone. She was still loving her job and thought they were going to give her a good raise shortly. She told me she was dating the guy she'd been out with last time I talked to her. I wanted to ask her if it was serious but figured that was up to her to tell me one way or the other, in her own time. After we hung up, I almost cried from missing her so terribly! If I'd thought that phone call would cheer me up, I was severely mistaken!
Monday morning, I was sitting in my office working on reviewing a set of plans, when my phone chirped, telling me I had a message. It was a picture of Michelle sleeping on their bed. She was on her side with the baby doll nightie bunched up under her breasts. One leg on top of the blanket showing her bare body below the babydoll, and her hair spread across the pillow. I've seen this beautiful scene countless times, but never before when she was in another man's bed a thousand miles away - both physically and mentally. It had only been two days since she'd left but that picture of my wife nearly did me in. God, I was horny and wanted her!
It didn't help when five minutes later, she sent me a text: "Shawn took that, then woke me up. He's in the shower yelling at me to join him, so gotta go." Well, that helped my libido problem a lot! That minute, my wife was climbing in the shower with Shaun, and I was about to die from loneliness and horniness! Two days were gone, thirteen to go until she was home, and I was already seriously wife-sick!
I didn't hear anything more until that evening, when she sent a picture from outside Criss Angel's show. We've seen him on TV a few times, and his magic is pretty incredible. I presumed they were going to his show.
Tuesday, Michelle texted me that Shaun was going to take her to the Chippendale show. A bunch of male strippers, that's exactly who I needed to picture her with - NOT! While they were at the show, she sent me a picture of her with Shaun and the almost naked guys in the background. Naturally, she was wearing the transparent blouse with no bra, and her tight blue jeans. I was so damned hard when I went to bed that night but was determined not to do anything about it to relieve my misery.
She called Wednesday morning and said she'd been mistaken, that the rodeo wasn't starting until Thursday instead of Wednesday like she'd thought, so they had another day to play. She said they both loved country music, so were going to see Mariah Carey on their last free night. I didn't get any pictures all day Wednesday, but after the show she texted me, "Wow, she's awesome!"
I finally sat down at my computer and started to write this story, and realized how much had happened in our lives since the last one. It was hard to remember everything but it never ceases to amaze me that as I write, the details come back. It was passed one in the morning before I finally was too sleepy to write, and went to bed horny as hell.
Thursday morning, Michelle called again, telling me that the rodeo didn't start until six forty-five. She said Shaun was going to be busy all day doing interviews and writing stories, so she stayed at the hotel.
I asked her what she was going to be doing all day?
"I have a massage scheduled after a while, and then I'm going to the pool and do some swimming and sunbathing." I guessed it must have been a little warmer in Vegas than here.
I pictured her in that white bikini with guys hovering all around, "Which suit are you going to wear?"
"You probably want me to wear the white one, don't you?"
"Sweetheart, the thought never crossed my mind."
"I wore that one yesterday with Shaun. Today, I'll wear the turquoise one."
"You didn't get me any pictures?"
"I'm sorry sweetie; we didn't have our phones with us."
Thinking of her in that white swimsuit made me ask, "What about your love life, how has that been?"
"Hmm, I guess I could just say it's been incredible, but somehow that doesn't seem adequate. This trip has been fantastic so far!" Then she asked me, "How about you, how have you been?"
"Well, other than being about to go out of my mind missing you, I've been okay I guess." Then I decided to tell her about my phone call with Jacqui, "I talked to Jacqui Sunday night, she's been seeing a guy."
"Good for her. Are you okay with that?"
"I don't know, I miss her so much, but I want her to be happy. I've almost been thinking of driving up there Saturday, but I don't want to mess up something that she might have going with her new guy."
"No, I don't think you should if she's just starting a new relationship."
I had a thought. It doesn't happen often, but when it does it's brilliant. "I'm curious if the situation was reversed, and Shaun moved away, what would you do? Could you let him go?"
I heard a long pause on the other end of the phone before she finally answered very softly, "No."
I almost asked what if she had to make a choice, but I was honestly afraid of the answer. I wanted to change the subject, "Did you screw the guy at Wallowa Lake?" I thought maybe if I caught her off guard she might accidentally answer me.
"What? Why are you asking that?"
"Because it's still bugging me and I want to know. I wouldn't be unhappy if you did."
"I know. You'd probably be disappointed if I told you I didn't, so I'm going to claim my fifth amendment rights and refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate myself."
It didn't work. I still don't know any more than I did before. She said she had to get ready for her massage appointment, so had to go. "I love you, babe."
"I love you too," I told her, "And I miss you!"
"Bye." She hung up the phone, and I was alone again.
I didn't hear from her until late that night, when I got a text saying, "I called the desk and asked if they could send someone up to take some pictures for me."
I waited, watching my phone, and anticipating what she might be sending. I finally heard the little chirp indicating a message. I clicked on the picture opening it up to the full frame. It was Shaun and Michelle sitting in the hot tub, both naked with Michelle's breasts and nipples just above the water. I sat, staring at that sexy picture wishing it was me sitting beside her. I was getting harder by the second when the phone chirped again.
This time, Michelle was sitting on Shaun's waist, her legs spread wide straddling him. They were still in the hot tub, and Shaun's mouth was wrapped around her nipple. I couldn't tell, but I suspected his cock was likely impaling her at that moment as well. I nearly lost it and came in my undershorts looking at that one. She followed those up with a text, "I told the bellhop guy that those were for my husband, I don't think he believed me lol! Hope you enjoy." I had no clue how I was going to survive another week and a half.
I begged off the square dancing Friday night, telling Ginger and Eric to go without me. I didn't think I could be in the same room with Ginger without making out with her right in front of everyone.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday Michelle sent several innocuous pictures of the rodeo and Shaun interviewing people. She didn't send any that were suggestive or sexy like those two on Thursday.
My beautiful wife, always thinking of my welfare and how to cope without her, knowing how desperately horny I'd be, sent me a picture out of the blue Monday night. I heard the little chirp for a message and innocently clicked on the image icon without thinking. It showed Michelle, naked on the bed straddling Shaun's waist. He'd apparently taken the picture, Michelle's pussy lips were spread apart, and his cock fully impaling her. Michelle's face was in a grimace of pure pleasure.
I stared at that picture, not believing what I was seeing. It had been ten days since I'd made love and seeing that photo of my wife with her lover brought my cock to instant, full hardness!
I couldn't take my eyes away. I don't know how long I lay there, maybe ten or twenty minutes. I lost all comprehension of time staring at that picture. I was still staring when the phone chirped again telling me there was another message. I was almost afraid to look, fearing another picture when I opened the message, "Do you want the video?"
A video! Could I watch a video of my wife making love with Shaun in my already horny condition? She was torturing me! My fingers were shaking so hard I was barely able to find the little letters on my phone, "No, Yes, No, Can't watch it, Yes, please send it." I looked at the words hoping; I didn't even know what I was hoping, that she'd send it or not and if she did, could I open it. My shaking finger finally hit 'send'.
I waited, my phone becoming my entire world. It seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes when I heard a chirp. I looked at the message icon, wondering if I could open it or not. All I had to do was bump it with my finger, and I'd be watching it. While I was trying to decide what to do, it chirped with a second video.
I sat the phone back down on the nightstand, and stared at the dark ceiling. The weird thing going through my mind at that instant was that I wished we had those little bright starry stick-on things on the ceiling so it'd look like a bright starry, outdoor night. I almost got up to run to Walmart and buy some.
I glanced over at the phone. The evil thing was glaring back at me with its dark screen, daring me to pick it up. I rolled away from it so I wouldn't have to see its evil face. There was a little breeze blowing outside, and I heard the trees rustling in the wind. I rolled back over toward the phone again and reached for it. I almost picked it up before I caught myself and stopped my hand. I hesitated momentarily, then picked up the phone.
I pushed the little button on the side of it to bring it back to life, and tried to remember the little criss-cross security figure to open it. My hand was shaking as I attempted to trace the lines. It took three times to get it right. There, in my hand was that little message icon once again. All I had to do was put my finger on it. My shaking finger took on a life of its own as it clicked on the image. I turned the phone sideways to watch.
They'd devised a little perch for the phone on the nightstand. I saw Michelle's finger receding from the phone like she'd just hit the 'record' icon. Michelle and Shaun were on the bed looking at the phone. I heard Michelle's voice, "I think it's recording."
It showed them from about the waist up. They were both naked, side by side. Michelle leaned over and kissed Shaun while he traced his fingers around her nipple and caressed her bare back. I heard her say, "Mmm, that feels so good!" Their mouths were together until they separated about a half inch and their tongues teased each other for just a moment until that gap closed again. Their kiss was more frantic, becoming almost feverish. I saw Shaun's hand go between Michelle's legs rubbing her, making her groan with pleasure. The audio wasn't so good but at that point, I don't think I even realized it.
Michelle's hips were bucking into Shaun's fingers until she finally pushed his hand away, turned around and lowered her pussy onto his mouth, pushing the covers off his waist and taking him into her mouth. Shaun's hands were on Michelle's hips pulling her down, his mouth desperately working between her legs, and Michele had his cock deep in her throat.
I was totally in shock at what I was seeing! I tried to stop it, but my cock started spasming, spewing cum into my boxers. I couldn't help myself any longer. My eyes closed, and my hand went inside my shorts gripping myself, spreading the slickness. My hips bucked, and I groaned in frustration and pleasure, as I pumped every drop of cum out of my cock.
When it finally subsided, and my brain started to function again, I looked back at the screen. Michelle was kissing Shaun again. I couldn't take any more right then so hit the stop button. I went into the bathroom to clean myself up a little and change my shorts. The sheet was soaked, so I changed them before climbing back in bed. Finally, mercifully, I went to sleep.
The next morning, I looked at my phone again, and there was another new message. I couldn't open the video again yet but looked at the new message, "Did you watch it?"
I texted back, "Part of it, couldn't get through all of it, had to change the sheets."
"NICE!" was the response I got. Then, "Watch the rest too."
"Will finish watching tonight."
I didn't though, even though the phone kept taunting me. It was Wednesday night before I got up enough courage again. Michelle had kept sending me stuff from the rodeo, but I thought those were pretty boring.
When I went to bed Wednesday, I leaned back against the headboard with a pillow behind my back, took a deep breath and scrolled back to the video. I was still more than horny, and hoped I didn't have a repeat of the last time. I looked at the picture for a few minutes, then the video icon until getting up the courage to hit the play button again.
I knew what was going to happen up to the point where I'd lost myself the first time, so it wasn't quite so heart wrenching. Michelle knows that watching her passionately kissing another guy is the most gut-wrenching emotionally for me, and she loves kissing, so that's what she does a lot.
I love eating Michelle's pussy, then kissing her and letting her taste her juices on my lips. Anticipating that is what sent me over the top the first time I watched. Now, as I'm looking at it again, I'm getting the same reaction, although not quite as sharply. Even watching her deep throating Shaun isn't as nerve-wracking as that kiss they're doing afterward. Michelle had crawled back up, kissing his chest, sucking on his nipples a little before making love with his mouth. Shaun's hands intertwined into Michelle's hair, and her hands were on both sides of his face, their lips locked together.
Michelle's hands pulled Shaun's lips down to her breast, and she wrapped them around his head pulling him tight to suck on her while she pushed her boob into his face. I was hearing their grunts and moans through the little speaker and was so damn hard! I hoped I didn't have to stop the video because this time I wanted to watch it to the end.
I watched as Shaun lay on his back devouring my wife's breast, and then she scooted back, almost frantic and raised herself over his cock, took hold of him with one hand and held it as she lowered herself onto him. Michelle's face was scrunched up, eyes closed, her mouth open in that look of pure bliss. When she had him fully impaled inside her, she rocked back and forth feeling him deep inside her, her face showing that deep sexual satisfaction she tells me about with Shaun.
I watched as she told Shaun, "I want a picture," then saw Shaun's hand reach for the phone, and the video went off. Then I remembered there'd been two videos that night. I'd forgotten all about the second one. I clicked 'play' for the second one.
Again, I saw the finger moving away from the phone, this time, Shaun's finger. Then as I'm seeing my wife settled down onto Shaun's cock I heard him say, "There, I just sent it."
Oh, God, I hadn't realized they were making love at the exact instant I was looking at that picture! I watched the second video, Michelle starting to writhe up and down on Shaun's cock, his hands on her waist, going up and down, cupping her breasts, then caressing her waist and hips and back to her breasts. Michelle was riding his cock up and down, all seven or eight thick inches of him, her eyes closed, hands on his chest, her hair falling over her face.
Shaun's expression is starting to change, it appears he's losing control of the situation, my gorgeous wife riding up on his cock, nearly pulling all the way off him, then slowly back down onto his slick, wet, glistening cock.
My cock was rock hard by then watching this guy making love to my wife. If it hadn't exploded the other day, it certainly would have by now!
I understand what Michelle meant by her love life being so much better than incredible! This was just once, out of how many times they've had sex. Watching this video is scaring me because she's so far away, and I know I can't compete.
Michelle is starting to go faster on Shaun's cock, her moans getting louder, throwing her head back and forth, building up and getting close to that climax I love having with her. I seriously doubt that she even realized the phone was still recording.
Suddenly, Shaun's grip tightened on Michelle's waist; his hips started bucking violently, and he pulled her down to him, all at the same time as his groans intensified, Michelle threw her head back and was pushing hard down onto him with her climax. It must have gone a minute or two before I saw Michelle finally relax and lean forward into Shaun's chest. His arms went around her; she snuggled into him, her face toward the camera-phone with her eyes closed and I heard her say, "I love you so much Shaun!" Then she leaned up, and they tenderly kissed before snuggling together. Shaun, at least, realized the video was still there, reached over and clicked it off, video over.
I lay on the bed, stunned at what I'd seen and heard! After that lovemaking Monday night, they still had six more days and nights together! I was almost shaking with fear for our future after watching those videos. I didn't even know if Michelle would come home to me and even if she did, her heart would be with Shaun.
I picked up the phone again to send Michelle a text, but I didn't know what to say. I thought about calling her but was almost afraid. I finally simply texted her, "Finished watching the video. I love you. What are you doing now?"
I had waited over a half hour before I heard the chirp again, "Was making love. Love you too."
Friday I begged off the square dancing again, and told Ginger I'd pick her up about seven Saturday evening. I told her they served enough hors d'oeuvres that we wouldn't need dinner beforehand.
Saturday morning I received a text from Michelle, "Today's the day! What are you wearing?"
"I don't know yet." I didn't have anything formal and wasn't sure what to do.
"Buy a suit. I want you to look nice."
Buy a suit! I wish we'd thought about that before she left, I don't know how to buy a suit, I've never bought one in my life. I texted her back, "Where?"
"Go to Men's Wearhouse on Quinault Ave. They can help you. Find something nice."
"Thank you, love you."
"You too."
I've seen the store, so I knew where it was. I told the sales guy what I was looking for, a nice suit for the Cotillion dance in Pendleton. He showed me a tan colored suit, brown shirt, and striped tie, checked me for size and I bought the whole works, including shoes. It set me back $395 total. I'll probably only wear it one time. I asked the guy to put a knot in the tie, so all I had to do was pull it tight, since I didn't have a clue how to tie one.
Shopping for the suit had given me something to do that morning, instead of sitting home. When I got home, I put it all on and stood in front of the mirror for a selfie to send Michelle. She chirped back just a little later, "Nice!"
I went to the barbershop for a haircut, and tried doing anything I could to pass the time, but I was a nervous wreck the rest of day. I couldn't remember the last time I'd looked forward to something as much as this evening. This date was over twenty years coming!
I started getting ready at five-o'clock: Shower, shave, a little cologne, brush teeth, get dressed, comb hair. What am I forgetting? Shoes, I don't want to go barefoot. I looked at the clock, six o'clock, half an hour before time to go. I suddenly realized what I'd forgotten, clean out the car! It'd be real nice to take Ginger to this dance in a dirty car. It wasn't bad inside, I picked up the garbage from the floor, jumped in, drove to the car wash, and sat in the car as it was washed.
I woke in the morning before Ginger, and she reminded me of the picture Michelle sent me that morning from Las Vegas, what seemed an eternity or two ago. Ginger apparently sleeps on her back; her hair was spread wildly around her, and the sheet was down to nearly to her waist. I thought I should take a picture for her to send to Eric, but couldn't pull myself away from her.
I snuggled my lips up to her neck, and she purred softly in her sleep. I felt I could lay like this for hours, smelling her perfume and feeling her soft skin against mine, my arm draped across her breasts. It wasn't nearly long enough until she woke up, and I knew my dream come true had to have an ending as we'd both be home with our spouses that night.
That thought made me smile, but with a little fear thrown in. Michelle was coming back today, and after her fourteen days with Shaun I didn't know what to expect. I knew I'd find out later that night.
When Ginger finally woke up, she rolled over toward me, and we lay in bed looking at each other. The tips of my fingers were gently caressing her skin, making little circles around her nipples and breasts. I looked into her eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Ginger, why are you here?"
She smiled sweetly, "Because you asked me and I like you... a lot."
I thought to myself that 'like' is a pretty mild word for how I felt about Ginger, and I knew there had to be more than that. "No, seriously, you're married and in love with your husband. Why are you here in bed with me?"
She hesitated a little while and finally started to speak. "You remember the Christmas skit, when you said you almost asked me out? Do you know how badly I wanted you to? I was the tall, skinny, gawky, flat chested girl who could play basketball and jumps hurdles in track."
I started to disagree, to tell her how pretty she was but she put her finger to my lips, "No, let me finish," then she went on, "Do you know how many boys asked me for a date?" She hesitated a few seconds, "None. That's how many dates I had in high school."
I was utterly confused. "I didn't know. I thought probably always. You were so beautiful."
"Then when I went to college, my junior year a guy asked me out. He wasn't very exciting, but it was a date, and he was nice. That was Eric. We got married after we graduated. I've never regretted marrying Eric; I love him, and he tells me I'm beautiful too, but I know he has to because he's my husband."
"Then when you kissed me in the parking lot something happened. You made me feel pretty that night, like a woman who someone desires. I know you shouldn't have done that, but it felt so wonderful to me that someone else thought I was pretty."
I had to break in, "Ginger, you are beautiful. I thought so in high school, and you're so much more so now. Last night you were the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the building!"
Ginger had a kind of a dreamy look and apparently wanted to finish telling me what she'd started. "The night you kissed me I told Eric about running into this guy who used to have a crush on me. I didn't tell him about you kissing me right away because I was afraid of how he might react. After we went to bed that night, he brought it up again, and I told him about the Christmas skit when you said you almost asked me out."
She paused a little bit, but I could tell she wasn't finished, so I waited. "I finally told him that you'd kissed me. He asked if I meant at the skit and I told him no, earlier that night. Then I told him I kissed you back. We made love that night, and it was the most exciting that I can ever remember." She smiled, and I could tell she was thinking about that night with her husband.
"Eric loved it too. When we finished, Eric said that maybe I should kiss you again."
I was fascinated by what Ginger was telling me, and I took that last little cue that maybe she should kiss me again now. I nuzzled her nose with mine until our lips met for another jolt of electricity through my body. We kissed for a few brief, wonderful seconds until Ginger broke away and continued, "When you and I flirted with each other I knew it was exciting Eric that another guy had a crush on his wife. The more we flirted, and especially those little goodbye kisses, the better our lovemaking was. Eric and I were having the time of our lives in bed. Everything was more fun."
"Finally, Eric told me that maybe I should go even further with you. I asked him what he meant, and he asked me if I wanted to sleep with you. I think he noticed my eyes getting a little full and my mouth drop open, so he told me it was okay, that he wanted me to too."
Smart man, this Eric, I thought! "He told me that he could see how much you loved Michelle, but could tell you were drooling over me." She giggled a little, "Yes, that's exactly what he said, that you were drooling over me! Then when you asked me to come to this dance with you, I was so excited. I told Eric I wanted to, and he told me to go for it. So here we are."
When she finished, she asked me, "I told you about Eric and me; now I want to hear about you and Michelle. What's up with you two?"
I talked for at least fifteen minutes, telling her about Michelle's story of her and Mike in college then my obsession with her and him. I told her how I met Jacqui, then about Michelle going to Victoria's Secret with me to ask her for a date. That started Ginger's giggling all over again. Then I told her Michelle has a boyfriend, Shaun. I left out a lot of the little details; about Michelle's stripping, our brief affair with Trisha and red-shirt guy at Wallowa Lake.
I told her where Michelle was now, with Shaun for the last two weeks. Her eyes were wide in disbelief. When I finished, Ginger asked, "So Michelle has a boyfriend now? And you had a girlfriend?"
"Well, yeah, Michelle is probably in bed with him right this minute. To be honest, Michelle is very much in love with Shaun."
"That doesn't bother you, that Michelle's in love with another man?"
I thought about the video that still had me scared but didn't want to mention that to Ginger, "No, I've been encouraging her with him. I've decided that if she's going to have an affair I want her to enjoy it as much as possible. What can make it more enjoyable than being in love with the man?"
When Ginger didn't answer for a little bit, and I dearly wanted to tell her something, I went on, "Do you think it'd bother Eric if he knew I'm in love with you?"
I watched Ginger after telling her that. Her eyes got teary, she wrapped her arms around me and said, "Thank you for saying that."
"I mean it, too. I wanted to tell you. I love you, I love you, I love you! Ginger, I don't want this to end. I know we can't ever be together, but I hope we can see each other... as lovers, not just friends."
She looked at me with a smile on her face. "I want that too, but I won't if Eric says no."
"I understand that. Michelle and I have the same understanding. If either of us says no, the affair is over." I wondered about that. I honestly didn't think Michelle would end her affair with Shaun if I asked her to now.
Ginger climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom, and I watched her naked body walk across the room. When she closed the door, I found the TV remote and turned it on for a few minutes until she finished in the bathroom.
I scrolled the TV channel over to KNDU in Pasco and watched the news in fascination. Interstate 84 both ways out of Pendleton and I-82 between Umatilla and Kennewick were both closed due to the heavy snow storm. The report said they didn't expect them to be reopened until at least sometime Monday.
In our excitement last night and this morning, I'd completely forgotten about the snow storm. I slipped on my boxers and went to open the blind. I was in utter shock when I looked out the window. It wasn't snowing anymore but there must have been at least eighteen inches of snow outside! Our view overlooked the Blue Mountains off in the distance, and it was beautiful.
I was anxious to show Ginger, but then realized that we weren't going home today. I pulled the easy chair around so I could look out the window at the beautiful wintry scene. When I heard the bathroom door open, I looked and saw Ginger with a towel wrapped around her body, tied at the top, another wrapping her hair. I asked her over to see the scene out our window, and she agreed with me that it was beautiful. I couldn't even remember the last time we'd had snow like this.
I gave her the news. "I just heard a report that all the freeways are closed at least until tomorrow."
Her lovely eyes got huge when she realized what that meant. "We can't go home then, can we?"
"No, we can't." Then I realized I better call the front desk and get the room for another night. When I hung up with them, I told Ginger they said they'd got dozens of calls asking for rooms, but were saving them for the guests they already had. Unless we checked out, they presumed everyone already here would need to stay.
I was a little disappointed because I was anxious to see Michelle, but spending another night with Ginger wasn't a bad consolation prize.
I suggested we get dressed and run down to their restaurant for breakfast. Ginger agreed, so I grabbed my bag and showered while she was dressing. When I came out of the bathroom, all spic and span, Ginger was on the phone explaining the situation to Eric. I thought she might want to talk to him in private, so I grabbed my phone, stepped out in the hall and called Michelle to let her know I wouldn't be home. She said the airport is closed too so they were having to stay another night as well. We talked briefly, and when she asked about my night, I told her I'd tell her about it later. I hoped Michelle wasn't too disappointed having to spend an extra night with Shaun.
Thankfully, the hotel had a restaurant. While we were eating, Ginger brought up the fact that she didn't have anything else to wear tomorrow, and wondered if there'd be a store open. I was concerned that the local roads might not be open.
I admit that I found it a little humorous; to a woman, wearing the same thing on two consecutive days is a violation of a deeply held sacrament. It wasn't bothering me in the least that I'd have to wear the same thing the next day.
I asked her, "How's Eric this morning; is he okay?"
"He said he was pretty nervous last night and didn't sleep very much, but he's anxious to hear all about it. He was disappointed about today, but he understands there isn't anything we can do about it."
I felt a lot relieved that he hadn't had second thoughts about letting Ginger spend the night with me. Hopefully, he'll enjoy her telling him about it. I thought back to Michelle telling me about her first weekend with Mike, especially how she'd shown me, very explicitly, what they'd done over the weekend. That was fun!
Before going back up to our room, we took a quick peek outside and saw someone was plowing the parking lot, so hopefully later we could get out. I presumed it'd take the city quite a while to get the main roads cleared up enough to drive on them.
Ginger and I sat on the bed. I found the TV remote, and we scrolled through to find a silly movie on HBO, Inspector Gadget. Ginger snuggled up beside me with her head on my shoulder and our fingers intertwined while we lay and watched the movie. About halfway through, I glanced down at my lover's face and discovered she was sound asleep. I squeezed her hand just a little more and tried not to bother her while I closed my own eyes and dreamed of the coming night.
Later, when we both woke up, we decided to try the great outdoors and see if we could get anywhere for her to buy some clothes. I suggested to Ginger that she wait in the lobby while I checked on the car. The parking lot was pretty well scraped off and it looked like the street in front of the hotel had been plowed so it didn't look like we'd have a problem. I was so glad that I'd put on the snow tires earlier! I didn't have a broom so used my arm to wipe as much of the snow off the car as I could, then drove under the porte-cochère to pick her up.
Surprisingly, the city already had the roads in decent shape. They probably had plows out all night. None of the stores on Main Street were open, so we decided to try Maurice's in the outdoor mall. Luckily, it was open. It was the Christmas shopping season, so I wasn't too surprised. When I dropped Ginger off at the front entrance, I told her I'd wait in the car and drive back over when I saw her come out. I couldn't help but laugh at her crow-hopping through the snow between the car and the door.
It never ceases to amaze me how long it takes a woman to buy two or three articles of clothing. I can wait for Michelle an hour when all she's buying is a blouse or pair of pants. Forty-five minutes later, I saw Ginger step out with her bag so drove over and picked her up, being careful not to be laughing at her crow-hopping when she got back to the car.
She saw the little smirk on my face and asked me, "What?"
That did, it, I couldn't hold it in and started laughing, telling her, "You! You should have seen yourself trying to walk through the snow." She smacked me with her purse.
I was starting to feel hunger pangs again and asked her if she'd like to find somewhere nice for lunch. She agreed, and I knew just the place I hoped was open, Hamley's Steakhouse. It's a century-old western store that had been remodeled recently with a museum and restaurant added. I'd remembered the store from my youth, then saw the renovated store and restaurant when Trisha and I were in Pendleton in September, and wanted to try it sometime. This seemed like the perfect opportunity.
Their food was excellent. I had a rib-eye steak and Ginger tried their cranberry spinach salad - Ugh! But she liked it. Women have strange tastes!
After dinner we explored the museum a little bit. I love leather, and their old saddles were fascinating to me. Hamley's has made saddles since Mr. Hamley started the store. They had several lady mannequins dressed in the old western clothing of the pioneer women. Some looked pretty harsh, but several were very pretty too, with fringes like Dale Evans used to wear on the old Roy Rogers show.
Then we walked through their store. I realized we could have skipped Maurice's and just come here for Ginger to buy something for tomorrow, but their stuff was so expensive! There was a beautiful leather dress, about mid-thigh, with Indian beadwork, that I fell in love with. I looked at the price tag, three hundred seventy- five dollars. No way in a million years would I spend that much on a dress! I bought it for Michelle as a Christmas present.
Naturally she'd need some matching jewelry, so I found a set of matching, turquoise earrings, necklace, and bracelet. I thought about boots but decided a pair of moccasins would be more appropriate for the dress. I asked the salesman about moccasins and he showed me their Minnetonka's. They didn't have anything I thought matched the dress particularly well. Then he suggested that if I wanted something more truly Native-American, they had several locally hand-made ones.
After spending over five-hundred dollars on the dress and jewelry, I thought what the heck, why not? The ones they had were over twice the price of the Minnetonka's but you could definitely tell the difference. Unfortunately, they didn't have any the right size matching the dress. He suggested that if I wasn't in a hurry, he could order a custom pair. I told him the only rush was that I'd need them by Christmas. He made a phone call and told me they'd be done by the eighteenth, plenty of time to mail to me. That was another hundred-seventy-five dollars! This little excursion had cost almost seven hundred dollars! It was a good thing Michelle had been making the extra money at the Honey Bunzz. Ginger found a beautiful western blouse for seventy dollars that she liked and bought.
When we arrived back at the hotel, we couldn't help but simply sit and enjoy the view out the window. The sun was setting out beyond the Blue Mountains, and the rays of sunlight on the pure white countryside made the scene so beautiful. Even I, a mere male, couldn't help but enjoy it. I have to admit that sitting beside Ginger and holding her hand added just a little to the enjoyment.
After the sun went down we looked for another movie on HBO and found 'Gravity'. I'd been wanting to watch it, so this seemed like the perfect time. We resumed our perch on the bed snuggled against each other and sat spellbound the next two hours watching Sandra Bullock (she's in my top two celebrity love crushes) trying to survive in a zero-gravity spaceship damaged by space debris. Daryl Hannah is my other crush.
When it was over we went back to the window, and enjoyed looking out at the nighttime winter wonderland in the moonlight. I'd turned all the lights out, and we were mesmerized by the outdoor beauty. I turned toward Ginger, brushing her stray hairs away from her face and kissed her. This was a gentle kiss, not like the lust driven ones from the night before. Our lips touched, and I pulled away, kissing the tip of her nose, then her closed eyelids, hearing a gentle purr from inside her. I wanted to tell her how I felt about her but didn't want to spoil the moment with words. Instead, I picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before snuggling up beside her. We lay on the bed looking into each other's eyes before Ginger took the initiative to kiss me. Her tongue probed through my lips, driving me crazy with desire for her.
When she pulled away, she softly said to me, "I think we'd better get ready for bed." I couldn't agree more! We were laying on top of the bed in all of our clothes at that moment. Ginger stepped off the bed and retreated to the bathroom.
While she was gone, I took off everything, including my boxers, and climbed under the covers, waiting. I'd learned how enjoyable it was to feel, rather than see, a woman climb in beside me, both with Michelle and Jacqui. I like to close my eyes and wait for them to climb in with me to feel their soft skin against mine. That's what I did that night. I closed my eyes, anticipating that moment when Ginger would slide in beside me.
When she did after just a few minutes, I didn't feel her skin but a soft, satiny gown on her body. She must have bought it at Maurice's because I know she certainly hadn't anticipated this second night when she packed.
We explored each other with our hands while we kissed; I marveled at how luxurious the soft fabric felt on her skin. I pushed her gown down a little in front and took one of Ginger's nipples into my mouth, sucking on it gently, her hands running through my hair. As I sucked, my hand snuck its way down her stomach to between her legs where I was surprised that it was a like loose fitting pajama-gown. It left her body a little bit of a mystery hidden underneath the soft satin. I rubbed that heavenly place between Ginger's legs, pushing the fabric slightly between her lips while alternating between kissing her and sucking her nipples, eliciting those soft moans from inside her.
I felt Ginger's hand wrap around my hard cock, her thumb rubbing the tip lightly, and spreading my pre-cum around the head, driving me crazy. I didn't want to come in her hand so I had to pull back a little, letting her know she couldn't do that, as it felt too good!
I needed to be inside her, and as I continued rubbing between her legs, I whispered in her ear, "How do you and Eric usually make love?"
"Him on top." I wasn't surprised after what she'd told me that morning.
"Always?"
"Mmhmm, always." Her hips were gently responding to my touch, bucking up and down.
"Want to try something different?"
My hand between her legs and my mouth on her breast were making it difficult for Ginger to think, much less talk. "Mmhmm," was all she could say.
I began to slip her gown off her shoulders. She lifted her hips a little so it'd slip the rest of the way off. I kissed her breast again, then down her stomach to just below her belly button. Then I changed my position between her legs and put a pillow under her rear and resumed kissing down to her pubic hair. "Has he ever done this?" I spread her pussy lips and kissed her there.
"Oh God, that feels good! No, he hasn't!"
"You're in for a little treat then." She groaned as my tongue found its way into her opening, searching for that spot that would give her the most pleasure. Ginger was moaning over and over again, her hips writhing under my touch as my mouth explored every inch of her heavenly opening.
I relished giving her this pleasure for the first time, spreading her pussy lips wider with my hands so my tongue could reach a little deeper inside her. I felt her start to tense, and redoubled my efforts, reveling in the scream out of her mouth as she came. Her hips bucked into my mouth, my hands under her butt cheeks trying to pull her tighter into me. The sound from her mouth almost became a wailing, and I realized her fingers were clawing at the sheets as her body shuddered in ecstasy.
When she finally relaxed a little I asked her to roll over on her tummy. After the orgasm she'd just had, her body felt rubbery, even to me. I helped her to turn over and up on her knees, then guided my cock into her waiting pussy. When I began to push myself inside her, she started to moan again until I was all the way inside her. When I began to plunge in and out of her, she was pushing herself back into me. Her head was writhing around like she didn't know what to do with herself.
She repeated over and over again, "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!" I was rapidly losing control of myself as well; Ginger's inner core was so hot and slick. I felt her warmth spreading through my entire body. My hands gripped her waist hard. Later I saw the scratch marks my fingernails had left. I totally lost all control of any thought process. I had that incredible feeling in my body as I exploded inside her. I plunged into her over and over, deeper each time, leaving my hot cum inside her.
When it was finally over, Ginger fell to her side and I went with her, my cock pulling out as we fell, both of us gasping for breath. Neither of us were able to move, my hand still resting on her right hip while my brain tried to register that I was still alive.
After several minutes, Ginger finally spoke. "I think, I think Eric will like that."
Then Ginger started giggling and I started laughing at that statement. Then we were both laughing hysterically. I'm not sure if we were laughing at what she'd said, or laughing at the fact that we were laughing. Obviously, though, Ginger was going to be able to go home and teach Eric a few lovemaking tricks.
I hoped maybe she'd have some more to teach him before the night was over. But for now, Ginger rolled over and cuddled up to my chest and went to sleep. I lay there, enjoying petting her with my hand and thinking of the dried cum she'd find between her legs in the morning.
I woke up early in the morning with another raging hard-on, having just been dreaming about this red-haired beauty in bed with me. I kissed her face and her boob, the one that hadn't gotten much attention the night before, until she was awake and responding to my mouth exploring all over her body. I kissed her again, and rolled us over onto my back with her on top. I showed her how to hold my cock and line herself up with it, lowering herself onto me. She understood quickly, plunging herself up and down on me with abandon. I held her hips down onto me and told her just to stay like that a moment and work her hips back and forth a little.
"Mmm, I like this," she purred. Yeah, so did I! It was driving me crazy being inside her like this. Then I showed her how to tease both of us like Michelle does, holding herself with my cock just barely inside her, then slowly lowering herself down and doing it again and again until neither of us could control our actions any longer. I know my face was contorted, and I held her down tight onto my cock as I pumped my cum deep inside her. I don't know what Ginger's face was like because my eyes were closed. As I was coming, she was working her hips around me, and it felt so good!
When we were both satisfied, and she was still sitting on my pelvis, I told her that if she accidentally kills Eric making love with him, she can come live with us. That started her giggling fit again and damn, those giggle vibrations reverberated all the way inside her and felt so good to me! Something to remember.
We showered, dressed, loaded our bags, and drove home. Each of us were quiet, Ginger's hand on my hip as I drove. When we reached their house, Eric was already gone. I thought maybe they might have canceled school but they apparently felt they'd had enough time to clear the roads. Same with my job. I'd called in earlier hoping they'd closed the office, but no such luck. I'd have to go to work!
Ginger and I looked at each other, and she said she'd take her bags inside. Eric had shoveled their walk, so she didn't have to trudge through the snow. Ginger told me it had been a wonderful weekend, and we kissed one last time. I watched her fiddle with the key in her door and finally get it unlocked and open, stepping inside. She turned, smiled and waved at me before closing the door.
Continuation from, "Sharing my Wife: Our Next Adventure".
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My sincere thank you to Shywhoregirl for her excellent assistance in editing this story.
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The next day, New Year's Day, I lay in bed next to my naked wife thinking about this new development. Obviously Michelle had developed a major crush on Ginger's husband. I wondered what to do about it. It didn't take me long to come to the conclusion what I wanted; to tease and torture her and eventually see her in bed with Eric giving him some real lessons on how to fuck!
However, I realized this was a lot different than Michelle's other boyfriends. Eric was a happily married man. I didn't want to see that screwed up by our games. Ginger and I had spent two nights together, apparently with no harm to their marriage, but I had no idea if the reverse would be true. Before doing anything, I knew I had to discuss it with Ginger.
We had New Year's dinner at Michelle's parents in Walla Walla, and spent Friday night with them. Saturday we drove to Pendleton to spend a couple days with my parents. Our sexual tension was on high alert over the weekend. I couldn't get Eric and teasing Michelle out of my mind, but couldn't do a thing about it while we were at our parent's.
We made love every night, but had to be quiet and couldn't let loose like we really wanted to. I never mentioned Eric to Michelle, but he wasn't far from my mind. I suspected Michelle's as well. We managed to get through the weekend with no obvious groping while we were around parents, but we'd sneak a kiss and a grope whenever we had a moment alone. Having to keep a distance when you desperately want to fuck just makes the feelings intensify!
Sunday night, at home I couldn't keep my hands off Michelle. I was so damn horny thinking about Michelle and Eric, then Michelle and Shaun. I've mentioned several times that Michelle being with another man is like a drug addiction to me. I love the thought of her in the arms of another man and when I know she actually is in the throes of passion with him I'm so aroused. Since Eric was totally off limits, I thought about Shaun. Michelle had only been with him one night since getting home from Las Vegas and that was almost three weeks earlier. The urge hit me so hard all of a sudden for her to spend time in his bed.
Before we went to bed, I asked Michelle if she'd like to spend a few days with Shaun. I think since their two week trip to Las Vegas she knew how jealous I'd been and was actually trying to back off a little from her relationship with him. I was more than ready for her to be with him again.
She looked a little puzzled, "Are you serious?" she asked me.
"Totally. You haven't seen very much of him and I imagine he's missing you."
She squeezed her arms around her breasts, closed her eyes and whispered, "Mmm, me too. It's already making me wet thinking about him. When?"
I hoped she was horny for him. I know I was from thinking about it. "Tonight. Why don't you call him? You can stay a few days if you want."
"I think I have a better idea. Remember what I told you I used to do with Mike in college? How I used to wait till he was asleep and wake him making love to him? I haven't done anything like that since then. I think it'd be fun to see how Shaun would react."
"But what if he's not home or even has another woman in bed with him?" I was trying to be the sensible one here. I guess 'sensible' doesn't really apply when I'm trying to convince my wife to go fuck another man, does it?
"I guess then I'd come back and fuck my husband instead." She gave me a big, sexy smile.
It sounded like something I'd sure like to have happen to me! "Okay, what time are you going to go over then?"
She looked at her watch. It was about ten-thirty. "I think I'll wait a couple hours to make sure he's asleep."
"Then you can come to bed with me first, can't you?"
"Mmhmm, but first, let me find something nice to wear to Shaun's."
I climbed in bed and waited for Michelle. In a little bit she emerged from our dressing room wearing a black, see-through teddy. It was one I hadn't ever seen before, just barely long enough to cover her butt and totally see-through showing off her body underneath it, so damn sexy! My cock was on instant high alert thinking about her waking Shaun dressed like that, especially after being away from him as long as she had.
She climbed in bed with me and started nuzzling and kissing my body and lips. My hands roamed down her toned, thin waist to her hips. I loved that teddy, it was so soft and felt wonderful on Michelle's body. Mmm, she smelled nice too. My mouth roamed down to her breasts and I suckled one into my mouth, getting a groan from Michelle.
We played with each other's bodies for what seemed forever until she pushed me on my back and climbed on top of my chest, gradually pushing herself down and driving me out of my mind with desire. She scooted up so that her panty-clad pussy was directly over my mouth and lowered herself down. They were thin, but I didn't want anything between my mouth and Michelle's pussy. I took one hand and pushed her panty aside, spreading her pussy lips along with it. I sucked, probed her with my tongue, and kissed the inside of her pussy. All the while I was enjoying Michelle's whimpers and moans. She supported her upper body on the bed's head-board and ground her pussy into my mouth. I felt her come when her legs squeezed down on my ears and tried to grind them off. I also got a nice mouthful of pussy cum!
Michelle scooted back down my chest and kissed me long and hard. When she stopped, she told me, "Mmm, I love the taste of my pussy-juice in your mouth." She leaned up just enough for a nipple to drop into my mouth. She moaned again when I sucked it. She let me suck on both her breasts a little and scooted down to my cock. We'd been at our parent's houses the last two nights and had to be quiet. This Sunday night, we weren't quiet at all. Between my sucking and Michelle's animal noises, I think the neighbors might have been able to hear us.
Michelle raised herself over my cock, took it in her hand and pushed aside her panties so I was right at her entrance. I was so ready for her to envelop me inside her Goddess slit! She started to lower that glorious, soaking wet pussy down on me when after only a couple inches she pulled back off and said, "I'm so horny. Maybe I should save it for Shaun."
Oh God! I was nearly ready to burst. I couldn't believe what she was doing when she climbed off of me and slipped a jacket on. To be fair, it reminded me of the time Trish and I had teased Michelle mercilessly and wouldn't let her come until she called Shaun to come over. I guess turnabout is fair play. Before she walked away, she slipped her panties off and handed it to me. "These are a little damp and I don't think I'll need them."
She gave me a brief kiss on the lips, telling me not to go to sleep for a little while, that she might have a surprise for me. When I heard the front door close and her call pulling out of the driveway, I realized she was serious. I looked at the clock and realized it was almost twelve-thirty. We'd been making out well over an hour.
I lay in bed, in misery, for another half hour until I was sure she'd be at Shaun's house. I was almost ready to try and sleep when my phone chirped. "I downloaded an app. I hope this works." A couple minutes later it chirped again, and I clicked on the little icon. There was a little message at the bottom that said, "live streaming".
Holy crap, she was sending me a video in real time, as it happens! I'd forgotten about it but after Michelle got back from Las Vegas, she'd purchased a little phone tripod. When the video came on, it was filled with Michelle's gorgeous face and a little air-kiss. She walked away and the room was dark. I could barely see her outline until she turned a dimmer switch up a little bit making the image clear.
She was standing by Shaun's bed on the other side, opposite from the viewpoint of the phone, still with her jacket on. He was obviously asleep on his back and alone, his bare chest showing above the blankets. I couldn't help but think that it would have been a little embarrassing to Michelle if he'd had another woman in his bed.
She slipped her jacket off and was still wearing the black teddy. She very carefully picked up the blankets and folded them down away from his waist. Shaun was obviously asleep and didn't have any erection but watching the video, I certainly did!
Michelle carefully undid the button holding the flap closed on his boxers, letting his cock free, and slipped her mouth over it. Shaun started to fidget a little and got a smile on his face, so Michelle held perfectly still, his cock buried in her mouth until he was still again. I wondered what kind of dream this might have evoked. Shaun certainly had a big smile on his sleeping face!
I watched Michelle's mouth slowly sucking on him, her cheeks working in and out and her lips working their magic around the base of his cock. I envisioned her tongue caressing him inside her mouth as well. He was obviously growing quite rapidly as Michelle's mouth was getting wider and she started pulling off him a little. After only a moment or two, he had a full erection and her lips was just around the head, sucking it in and out of her mouth.
When Michelle was satisfied with her work, she carefully climbed on the bed with him, straddling his waist. I watched in awe as she held Shaun's cock in her hand and lowered herself over it until she was fully impaled. I was amazed that Shaun still hadn't awakened. Then, Michelle, with his cock buried deep inside her, leaned over and kissed him. It wasn't a little peck on the lips either. She enveloped his lips with hers, and made love with his mouth while she was grinding her pelvis into his.
Shaun finally woke up. I couldn't even begin to comprehend what it might be like to be awakened like she'd just done. Shaun wrapped his arms around my wife and they started fucking each other in earnest while they kissed. Michelle pushed the strap of her teddy down and pushed one of her breasts into his mouth. Shawn's hands were clawing at her back, pulling her tighter and sucking her entire breast into his mouth.
Shaun rolled them over, pulling his wet, glistening cock out of her just long enough to push his boxers off. They repositioned on the bed and he crawled back over her in the 69 positon and buried his face between her thighs and his cock back in her mouth. Michelle's hips were bucking into Shaun's mouth with her legs spread as wide as she could and her fingertips were digging into his butt as she pulled his cock deeper into her throat. I watched as my wife's body tensed and started to shudder with her hips bucking and thrusting up into Shaun's mouth.
When she seemed to recover just a little from her orgasm, Michelle pushed Shaun off of her and rolled over onto her hands and knees facing the phone. I seriously doubted that Michelle was giving any thought to the phone at that point but her positioning gave me a perfect view of her face as Shaun buried his cock inside her and started frantically pumping. Her face had an ecstatic grimace on it as she looked up for just a moment, her hair was falling over her face as her head fell down on the mattress and she buried her face in the sheets
Shaun's hands were on Michelle's hips, the black teddy pooled around her head as he pulled and Michelle pushed back into him with every plunge inside her, both using every muscle they had to push his cock deeper into her. When Shaun's face turned to a howl and he'd pushed into her and held himself there, my cock exploded at the same time his did inside my beautiful wife.
Afterward, Michelle slipped the teddy the rest of the way off and snuggled up to Shaun. They kissed gently and I could see they were saying something to each other before going to sleep in each other's arms. It looked like they both said, "I love you." Obviously, Michelle had forgotten that the video was still playing. I watched a little longer and didn't see anything except two lovers snuggled together and sleeping. I didn't even realize until it was over that there hadn't been any audio. I wondered if that could be because she didn't want me to hear their words of endearment after fucking. God, how I wanted to make love with her after watching that!
I woke in the morning with a serious case of morning wood. Replaying that video in my mind didn't help make it go away either! Later at work I called Ginger. I hadn't mentioned Eric to Michelle over the weekend because I knew I needed to talk to Ginger first. I asked her if she was free for lunch, and she agreed to meet me at my trusty Mexican restaurant, Taco Time. I'd been daydreaming about how much fun it'd be to slowly seduce Michelle and Eric into bed together, and hoped Ginger would go for it too.
She drove in just a few minutes behind me. I suggested she jump in my car and we go through the drive-thru. It was actually the first time we'd had an opportunity to be alone since the Cotillion, the first of December, where we'd spent those two glorious nights together. I hadn't intended to seduce or even kiss Ginger on this lunch date but when she got in and we were alone I simply couldn't resist. It had been pretty obvious that Eric hadn't disapproved of our relationship so I didn't feel like it was cheating when I couldn't resist pulling her to me and kissing her. Oh God, I was looking forward to the next time we could really be together again.
I reluctantly broke away from her soft lips and said to her, "Have you noticed that our spouses seem a little enamored with each other?"
Ginger giggled a little, "It's a little obvious isn't it?"
"I'm a little worried what you think about it. If it bothers you, I'll say something to Michelle. I don't want to mess you two up."
Ginger looked at me with a much more serious look on her face than a moment ago. "If you don't say something to her, what'll happen? More than just flirting?"
I told her about our lovemaking New Year's Eve, how Michelle pretended that I was Eric and how excited she was. "I'm pretty sure that since you and I did what we did that she'll think she can have Eric and eventually seduce him into her bed." I paused a little bit before I went on, "I need to know how you'd feel about that before I let her go any further." I didn't mention that I not only wanted to let her, but encourage it and tease her mercilessly.
Ginger frowned. "I don't know. I can't even imagine Eric with another woman. I know he's been enjoying the flirting but I doubt he'd go further than that. It might not be fair but I don't think I could handle it either."
To say I was disappointed was like saying the ocean is deep. But I didn't want to cause a rift in their marriage so told her, "Okay, I'll let Michelle know that she can flirt a little like they've been doing but anything more is off limits."
We spent the rest of lunch talking about other things, square dancing, the weather and so on. When lunch time was over I walked her back to her car and gave her a short kiss on the lips before we both had to go back to work. I think I'd forgotten to mention before that Ginger had finally gotten the job she wanted with a travel agency.
My dreams of teasing Michelle while she seduced Eric were dashed, but I enjoyed seeing Ginger anyway. I completely understood her reluctance. I wonder if Michelle would have said the same thing about me if she hadn't already been having a torrid affair with Mike.
In the last chapter (Sharing my Wife; My Date Continues), I described Michelle's two week vacation with Shaun in Las Vegas, then my weekend with Ginger. We'd both been stranded with our extra-curricular lover for an extra day due to a heavy snow storm.
When I arrived home after work that evening, Michelle was home waiting for me. We embraced and kissed much as we have for the last seventeen years. I was nearly desperate to kiss my wife after the pleasure I knew she'd had with Shaun. I needed to know she still loved me.
After all, it'd been sixteen days since we'd seen each other. We'd never been apart that long since that time she joined me in Kodiak after our wedding. This hadn't been any ordinary sixteen days either. She had been with her lover, the man I was starting to fear in erotic heaven, Las Vegas! Our kiss went on; hands groping, tongues intertwined, lips nibbling on lips and emotions raw.
I love my wife and my fear of losing her was real and raw. How can I explain that so much of the emotional turmoil I felt while she was gone has, almost, become a necessary part of my life? I hated it but I craved it. More and more, it's become a huge part of the sexual excitement I feel when she's with another man. Watching that video of Shaun and Michelle making love, then her expressing her love for him couldn't have been more frightening. Yet, nothing turned me on more than when she'd uttered those words, "I love you," to Shaun.
I digress. Michelle finally broke away from me, both of us breathing deeply and a bit ragged. Michelle asked me, "How was your date?" I remembered the pictures that I'd forgotten in the car, so I told her I needed to grab something from the car. I slogged back out through eighteen inches of snow to retrieve them and my other things
Michelle scrolled through the pictures, one by one, her smile revealing her emotions as she looked at the pictures of Ginger and me looking at each other with raw lust and then kissing. I told her those were nothing compared with the two nights we spent together making love. As she looked through them, she couldn't help but tell me, "She's so beautiful."
She asked me, "Do you have any more plans with her?"
Honesty is the best policy in a relationship like ours. "If I had my way, she'd move in with us. But I don't think Eric would approve. I'm leaving it up to her whether or not we can see each other or how much." I added, "I assume she's going to want to have a long discussion with Eric about the weekend." I couldn't help but smile, remembering our two nights. "I think I taught her a few new things. She's going to have fun with Eric."
Michelle looked through the pictures for a few minutes, then at me and said, "They're beautiful, she's so beautiful." Then she asked me, "How was the rest of the night?"
All I could think to tell her was, "It was perfect!"
I was almost afraid to ask Michelle about her and Shaun, but I had to know, "What about you and Shaun? When are you seeing him again?"
She looked at me, telling me in her sultriest voice, "Let's talk about Shaun later. Right now I want to make love with my husband."
That was an invitation I didn't need to hear twice! We were sitting on the couch and our lips found each other's once again. This time there was no pretense that either of us had any intention of stopping. We fumbled with clothes, Michelle pushing herself up off the couch enough to push down her skirt and panties while I unbuttoned her blouse. When her blouse was gone, I pulled her bra down to claim a rock hard nipple in my mouth.
My hand gravitated down to her sex where I discovered how wet she already was. My cock was throbbing, aching for release when my wife found the zipper and pulled it down and unsnapped my pants. Oh God! Her hand felt so good around me while my fingers were exploring the inside of her, remembering the joys of her wet pussy. Both of us were humping and groaning, the vision of that video running through my brain.
Michelle pulled away from me and turned, resting her arms against the back of the couch and opening her legs for me. We hadn't fucked on the couch like this for I have no idea how long. That picture of Michelle impaled on Shaun's cock flashed through my mind and I buried myself inside her. Michelle gasped and pushed her hips back into me. I plunged into her again and again. I didn't even realize it at the time, but thought about it later, how glad I was that I'd been with Ginger just the night before. Otherwise, with the intensity of our fucking, I'd have undoubtedly come with my cock's first contact with Michelle's pussy.
Michelle screamed and I felt her pussy contracting around me while her body shuddered. Once again, the brief thought of her clamping herself around Shaun's cock like this over the previous two weeks made me explode inside her. It seemed to go on forever, one ejaculation after another until my sweaty body completely gave out and my bones turned into mush.
When I recovered my breath enough to think, I noticed it for the first time. There on her right hip, just at her panty-line was a tattoo. Michelle hadn't ever expressed any interest in a tattoo before. It was a small, colorful butterfly on a tulip.
She saw me looking at it, "Do you like it?"
To be honest, I did. I thought it was beautiful on her. "Yeah, I love it. What made you think of having that done?"
"We were in Vegas. I wanted a souvenir and it seemed a lot nicer and longer lasting than a mug." Then she went on, "You haven't noticed my other souvenir yet?"
"Umm, no, what?"
"My ankle, notice anything?"
There on her left ankle was a little silver chain with a heart emblem on it. "Do you notice anything different about it?"
I looked at it. It was pretty, there was a colored rose engraved into the heart but I didn't see anything particularly unique. I'd read enough stories on Lush to have an idea what the significance probably is.
"The clasp. Do you see the clasp?"
I looked at the chain. I didn't see a clasp. It appeared to be a solid chain. I looked at her quizzically, "How?"
"The chain is welded. I can't take it off. The ring holding the heart is welded too. I had the jeweler weld them in place so it wouldn't come off."
The significance of that wasn't lost on me. My wife intended to be a hot-wife and stay that way. She'd definitely brought home some souvenirs from Las Vegas, proof of the change in our relationship over the last two years. Michelle was announcing to anyone who understood the significance of that ankle bracelet, "Michelle Fields is a hot-wife and proud of it!"
One thing I was a little confused about, "How do you put on your panty hose if you can't take it off?"
"I guess I won't. When I need nylons, I'll wear thigh-highs."
"Mmm, they're sexier anyway, nice and lacy at the top where guys can get a glimpse when you wear the right skirt."
After dinner, we went to bed and made love again. We kissed softly with my hand caressing one of her nipples and boob. I could feel the thud of her heartbeat through her chest. I moved my lips down over her breast and sucked a nipple into my mouth, feeling it stiffen and listening to Michelle's moans as I sucked.
As I suckled her breast, my hand moved slowly down her stomach, pausing briefly to play with her belly button, then down to the smooth skin of her shaved pussy lips. I couldn't help but wonder how many times Shaun had done this very thing to her over the last two weeks. Thinking of his fingers inside her pussy only heightened my own arousal. I wondered if Michelle was thinking about me or Shaun as she softly moaned when I discovered how wet she was.
I pressed a finger inside her, causing her hips to buck up to meet me, then another. She was so hot that I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled out my fingers, rolled over onto her and pushed my cock inside her hot, wet pussy lips. I relished the exquisite feel of her as I pushed myself fully inside her and stayed there, both of us gently rolling our hips while we kissed.
There's no way I can ever get enough of her kisses when I'm buried inside her like I was. My thoughts of Shaun making love to her had totally evaporated as I was in a sea of bliss. My hands went to her face, caressing every pore of her beautiful face while we kissed and made love.
I felt her pussy gently clinching around me and was so close to coming that I had to pull out of her completely momentarily. Thank goodness we'd fucked only a little while earlier or it would have been too late. As it was, Michelle sighed and reached down to push my cock back inside her, engulfing me with her hotness once again. This time I slowly moved in and out of her until I felt her shudder and her pussy spasm. I pushed as far inside her as I could and matched her climax with my own.
We fell asleep in each other's arms for the first time in over two weeks. It was a sleep of deep satisfaction. My wife was home!
Over the next several days, the snow gradually melted turning the roads into slippery, sloppy messes. It was harder to get around than right after the snow. The semi-melted slush would partially freeze at night, then melt again during the day. Road crews worked continually on the roads but there was so much of it that it was almost impossible to manage. The storm drains were mostly plugged with snow and ice so the crud just built up in the curb and back in the streets where it froze during the night.
The road conditions made the entire week slow at work, giving me time to think about what our life had become. Michelle and I had become members of a swinging lifestyle and that bracelet made it clear that this was only the beginning. I'd wondered before where our path might lead us and I wondered anew, what was in our future? It seemed such a short time ago that we were a normal, monogamous couple.
The following Saturday night was our square dance club's Christmas dance. We bought a couple little gifts for the exchange; an M&M machine with a big bag of peanut M&M's from Costco and a pie making kit with a nice ceramic pie plate. Michelle had a green skirt for the dance and found a red, satin blouse at D&B Ranch Supply. I love it when she wears satin or silk to a square dance with so many men putting their arms around her and feeling how sexy she is. I wore my green shirt with a red tie to match her.
I was thrilled when Eric and Ginger arrived at the dance. I'd been afraid that Eric would want to avoid us after I'd slept with Ginger those two nights. To the contrary, when they saw us on the other side of the room, they made a beeline and Ginger threw her arms around me for a big hug. Michelle and Eric hugged as well, but not quite so exuberantly. I kept hoping that Michelle and Eric would fall for each other and have a little fling. The only time I'd mentioned it, Michelle told me that she simply wasn't particularly attracted to Eric romantically.
I wanted to talk to Ginger, but as soon as they got there, Jim started the music for the first tip. As if she was reading my mind, Michelle grabbed Eric's hand and led him to a square. Ginger and I made our way to another. We danced the evening, trading off partners, including the single ladies.
Halfway through the dance, we had our gift exchange. Santa handed out gifts to all the couples, the ladies sat on his lap, flirting to get the best present. It all seemed so normal. Everything in our life seemed normal the last few days. Then I'd glance at Michelle and see that anklet permanently welded around her ankle and realize any semblance of normalcy was just an illusion.
Nothing of any consequence happened during the dance. When it was over we simply went home. I never did get an opportunity to be alone with Ginger to talk to her about any future we might have between us. I'd been pleased and encouraged that Eric was friendly as before. He was pleasant and we were still good friends. I didn't know if I was imagining things or not, but he seemed a little different somehow, maybe a little less passive and more confident. Whatever it was, Michelle seemed to enjoy being around him a bit more than she had before, which pleased me.
My illusion of normalcy was shattered again Sunday morning after breakfast. I'd made sourdough corn fritters, an occasional treat. After the dishes were done, Michelle told me that Shaun had asked if she could come over for the day and that night. I told her it was fine with me, that I hoped she'd enjoy herself. I knew she would. She's told me that whenever she's at his house, most of their time is spent in the bedroom.
It really wasn't fine with me. I was lonesome that afternoon. I took my kindle and went out for dinner at Burger King. It wasn't crowded so I was content to sit in a booth and read for a couple hours. I knew that Ben Boswell was nearing completion on the sequel to his book, "Two Sides of Terri," so I wanted to re-read it before the sequel. It's one of my favorite stories in that the plot is so similar to our real life experiences.
Michelle came home from work Monday evening and the rest of our week was the epitome of domesticity. We finished getting ready for Christmas, putting up and decorating our tree, decorating the house and putting our presents under the tree.
Every Christmas Day, we spend part of the day with my parents, then hers or vise-versa. Christmas Eve is always our own special time together to open gifts and simply be together. I dug to the back of the tree and retrieved Michelle's three gifts for her to open, the largest one first. I'd hardly been able to contain myself, anxious for her to unwrap the dress and other things I'd bought for her in Pendleton. Her face was worth the wait when she opened the box, seeing the dress and holding it out to look at. "Oh my God! It's so beautiful!" Her hands were shaking from excitement when she held it over her body. "I love it! Thank you," as she gave me a big, wet, sloppy kiss. I couldn't have been more pleased!
The second package was the jewelry and the third the moccasins. I'd started to worry about the moccasins but they arrived on the twenty-third. I opened the box and they were beautiful, colored and beaded just exactly to match the dress. Michelle was ecstatic with her gifts and so was I!
Michelle beamed when I opened my gift from her, a set of matching, hand-made stone bolo tie and belt buckle. They were beautiful. She knew I'd been looking for a tie for a long time and found this set in Las Vegas, far surpassing anything I'd been expecting.
Our lovemaking that night was anything but ordinary. In reality, it was the best present either of us could give to the other. It expressed our love and commitment like no material gift ever could.
That's not to say we didn't enjoy showing them off to our families the next day. We had a wonderful Christmas Day, although not nearly as wonderful as Christmas Eve had been. Once again, our life almost seemed normal again.
New Year's Eve, our square dance club always has a dance and game night. Michelle's dress and moccasins weren't intended for square dancing but she couldn't resist wearing them that night. I wore my best turquoise colored shirt and my new bolo and buckle. Everyone at the dance complimented Michelle over and over again on her dress and several people asked where she'd found the bolo. They'd actually come from a western store in Casper, Wyoming that she'd found on-line.
We danced the first couple hours, then played games. No, you perverted readers! NOT strip poker (although I'd have loved to). We'd taken our Clue game and others took different games as well as cards. By the time midnight finally approached, there were six couples left, including me and Michelle, Eric and Ginger, Jim and Joan and three others. Since we knew it'd be a relatively small dance, we had it in Jim and Joan's house.
I'd noticed Eric and Michelle doing a lot of subtle flirting with each other all evening, touching hands slightly under the table during our Clue games, winking when one or the other would give a right or wrong answer, along with other little flirtations. I doubted anyone else noticed or paid any attention since flirting wasn't unusual at our dances. This was a little unique for the two of them however.
Right before the stroke of midnight on Fox News, we all got a glass of hard cider. As the Times Square ball dropped we all took our drink and yelled "Happy New Year." Then we each kissed our spouses and turned to the people standing nearest for a kiss. Since Michelle and I were standing next to Eric and Ginger naturally, we turned to them. I looked Ginger in the eye, realizing this would be our first kiss since those two nights of passion in Pendleton. Our lips met and welded together. I wanted so badly to press my tongue into her mouth but knew this wasn't the place or time for the kind of kiss I wanted. I did however, feel Ginger's tongue gently caressing my lips.
I knew we had to break our kiss or we'd both go far beyond the bounds of an acceptable "New Year's Kiss". When we both looked over at our spouses, their kiss seemed just as intense as ours had nearly become. I poked my wife in the ribs to get her attention before the others in the room realized there was something happening other than a simple kiss. It definitely seemed the chemistry between Eric and Michelle had shifted considerably.
On our way home, I asked Michelle if she'd like to go anywhere else first, like possibly the Honey Bunzz? I couldn't help but think how sexy it'd be to watch my wife taking that beautiful dress off, showing her tattoo off for the first time in front of a roomful of horny men. She hadn't been back there since she got home from Las Vegas.
I was disappointed when she told me, "No, I want to go home."
As soon as we walked through our front door, Michelle took my hand and led me into our bedroom. When we got there, she turned and locked her lips to mine at the same time as she fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I didn't know what had gotten into her, but I liked it! She was literally shaking and practically ripped my shirt off, then my jeans and boxers. She had me rock hard, in her mouth and in her throat in a matter of seconds. Her hands were around my hips pulling my cock deep into her mouth and whimpering like a lost puppy dog. The vision of this beautiful woman in that gorgeous dress with my cock deep in her throat nearly made me come. I had to pull away from her and pull her up off her knees to unbutton the back of her dress.
"Hurry up, dammit!" She spat out at me. I was mystified at what happened that evening to put her into the kind of sex mood she was in, but I certainly wasn't going to complain about it. That dress was too nice to tear, even under these kind of circumstances so I methodically, with my hands shaking, unbuttoned each button and slid it down off of her. She pushed her thong down, stepped out of it and pushed me back onto the bed where she climbed on top of me and sunk her pussy down over my cock. She hadn't even had time to take off her bra. Her eyes closed and she whimpered the words, "Oh God, Eric, that feels so good!"
Eric! This was about Eric, mild-mannered Eric? It took me just a moment to rationalize that, realizing how she'd flirted with him all evening and then that kiss at midnight. I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth and responded, "Oh Michelle, I've been wanting this for so long, fuck me!"
I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me, grinding my hips up into her while she pressed down on me. I was hard, big as ever and fucked my wife as she fucked "Eric", hard! Michelle was moaning and occasionally whimpering out Eric's name as she fucked me, slamming herself down, grinding then pulling herself back up repeating the process over and over.
When I felt her pussy spasm and her body shuddering, I couldn't hold back a second longer and exploded inside her with string after string of cum deep inside her. After we'd both collapsed and her sweaty body fell on me, her cheek against mine, I managed to reach behind and unsnap her bra.
She rolled off of me still breathing hard. I rested for a moment then propped myself up on my elbow, looking into her eyes. "I guess maybe you have a tiny little thing for Ginger's husband?"
Her eyes opened and she looked back at me, "Why, did I mention his name?"
"Yeah, you might have once."
She pulled my mouth onto her breast where I happily sucked a nipple into my mouth. "Ahh, Eric, that feels so good, I like that!"
I pulled away and asked her, "I thought that Eric was boring, that you didn't have any chemistry with him?"
"Guys change their minds don't they? Girls can change their minds too."
I went back to my nuzzling and nibbling on her nipple until we both went to sleep.
This story is a continuation from "Sharing my Wife: Stripper Part 2".
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The next few weeks were pretty similar except for one small detail. Michelle asked Shaun to take her to the club Saturday nights, then went home with him. I missed those great fucks when she came home so horny, but twice I did bring Trisha to our house with me after she got off work. It was funny with Trish; I'm obviously a guy who falls in love pretty quickly, but that wasn't happening with her. I liked her, a lot, but certainly not like what had happened with Jacqui. Maybe that's because I was rapidly falling in love with Ginger.
Before I talk about Ginger, maybe I'd better update on what was happening in Jacqui's life. She did go on a date with her co-worker's brother and was seeing him pretty regularly now. I had such mixed feelings about that. I wanted her to be happy, but the thought of what we'd had and losing her forever brought tears to my eyes more than once. I guess I knew it'd be inevitable even before she left but it still wasn't easy.
Ginger, I'd fallen hard for Ginger. We continued going to dances every Friday and dinner afterward. Sometimes Ginger and I danced as couples, and sometimes we coupled with our spouses. Michelle's plot that first time had worked however, and there wasn't any turning back. It undoubtedly would have happened even if Michelle hadn't forced Ginger and me together so much, but all I knew was that I couldn't get enough of her.
Our "yellowrocks" had become harder and harder to break away from and that few moments when saying goodbye had become tortuous. We hugged and kissed cheeks and touched lips briefly one time. I simply had no idea where this was going or how. I desperately wanted more with Ginger but had no idea how. Then in late November, November 24th be exact, Michelle dropped a bombshell on me, two to be precise. She made both a suggestion and a request that each rocked my world to its core!
First the suggestion, she said she'd been talking to Ginger, and she knew that both Ginger and Eric were looking for more from my relationship with her. I wasn't sure what Michelle meant by "more." I was afraid of "more" without there being a "lot more".
"Eric wants you to take Ginger out, alone, just the two of you. Ginger wants that too."
My mind instantly sprang to alert, "Does he understand what that might mean?"
"She hasn't come right out and said it, but yes, I think so, they both do."
I wondered if Michelle had any idea how badly I wanted what she's suggesting. "Okay sweetie, do you have any good suggestions, such as you're not home Friday night and I take Ginger to the dance alone?"
"Well actually, now that you ask, I do have an idea, something a bit more extreme than that. Do you know about the big formal dance they have at the Pendleton Convention Center in December, the Christmas Cotillion?"
"I've heard of it but never thought anything about it." When I lived near Pendleton when I was a kid, there wasn't any such thing as a Christmas Cotillion, at least not that I knew about.
"I think you should invite Ginger to go to it with you." She paused just a bit before adding, "And then spend the night in a hotel."
I looked at her a little slackjawed, "Are you serious?"
She looked straight at me, "Yes, I am."
"And you honestly think Ginger would do that, and Eric would want her to spend the night with me?"
"I think so, but there's only one way to find out for sure."
I was having trouble digesting what I was hearing, my dream come true! I thought about asking Ginger to spend the night with me and didn't know if I had the courage to do that. Yeah, I know, I've mentioned several times how much my confidence around women has changed, but this was a bit much. If it was just asking Ginger to a dinner or even a dance, then something happened spontaneously I'd be able to handle that. But asking her to spend the night with me? That's entirely different! The only thing I could think of at the time was to ask my wife, "Would you ask her for me?" What the heck, it worked the first time we asked Jacqui out.
Michelle laughed at my suggestion. I didn't think it was funny. "No silly, not this time. You're asking her. I'll help, though, after the lesson Friday, I'll find a way to give you and her a few minutes alone together so you can ask her."
I guessed I could live with that. Then I realized I didn't know when it was, "Umm, when is it? Maybe I should know that before I make an idiot of myself."
"December 12th, starts at eight." She'd apparently been thinking about this and done a little research.
Then Michelle dropped her other bombshell on me.
"There's something else I need to talk to you about too."
The way she said that I was a little wary, it sounded ominous.
"Shaun called me today. He's going to the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas next week." Ok, that doesn't surprise me, but she went on, "He asked me to go with him."
I didn't have any problem with her going to a rodeo with him. She has before and where better than Las Vegas? As they say, 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." I didn't know anything about the National Finals Rodeo, it's probably similar to the Pendleton Round-up, and they'd be there over a long weekend. Besides, she's encouraging me to spend a night with the girl I've fallen madly in love with, I can hardly complain about her spending another weekend with her lover. "When is it?"
"It starts next week." She has this irritating habit of stopping, leaving me dangling when I know she has more to say. Her voice dropped to almost a whisper when she finally went on, "It's ten days long."
I stood staring, uncomprehending for I'm not sure how long before what she just said registered in my pea sized brain, "Ten days!" My wife wanted to spend almost half a month with her lover in probably the most sex oriented city in the country! She'd be away for like two weeks! We haven't been apart that long since before we were married. And this isn't just apart, it's with her lover! No way in hell was I going to let her do that, and I was going to be firm about it!
"When are you leaving? Do you know when you're coming home?" How's that for firmly telling her no!
"It starts December second, and he wanted to leave Friday to give us a few days of fun before he has to work. I told him I had to wait until at least Saturday because we already have a commitment Friday night. The last day of the rodeo is the twelfth, so I assume we'd come home on the thirteenth."
Leaving Saturday, so soon! I quickly clicked it off in my head - fifteen days! I couldn't help but think to myself, "if she came home." I know how she already feels about Shaun, who is single and unencumbered by the way, two weeks with him, especially in Las Vegas - lover capital of the world, would test our relationship like never before. I still felt that I had to trust her, however. Our entire relationship, especially the last year, has been based on love and trust. I didn't want to let on that I was fearful that this might be too much for her, that I felt a slight crack in that trust.
If I told her no, which I desperately wanted to do, I knew she'd sense my lack of trust, and it could change everything. "What about your job, can you take that much time off?"
"I still have a week's vacation that I can use this year. I'd have to take one week of leave without pay but with what I've been making from the Honey Bunzz we can afford that and we've been pretty slow the last couple weeks so they won't have a problem with a two week vacation."
She was right, the money wouldn't be an issue. Then I realized something else, "You know what that'll mean for my date with Ginger, don't you?" I'd made it a firm policy that I wasn't going out with anyone whenever Michelle wasn't here. I felt okay exempting a date with Ginger because it's something Michelle wants me to do too. But I knew how I'd feel after Michelle being gone two weeks before that night.
Michelle knew what I had realized and gave me that sexy smile of hers, "You're going to be horny as hell!" It didn't sound very ladylike coming from Michelle, but that's what I was thinking too.
When we went to bed and were making love that night, I couldn't help but think about her with Shaun in Las Vegas; then when we were about to go to sleep, my upcoming night with Ginger crossed my mind just a little too. I thought to myself that I was going to have nice dreams tonight! I have no idea if I did, I don't usually remember my dreams past the first few minutes of waking up.
Michelle spent Wednesday and Thursday with Shaun. Friday night I was a nervous wreck at the lesson. By then, Jim had taught the majority of the mainstream square dance movements and was mostly working on ingraining the calls with repetition. Michelle still made sure I danced most of the evening with Ginger, and I can't even begin to describe how difficult it was to stay platonic with her. When we started going to the lessons with them, I described my touches with Ginger as an electric shock. By this time, that electric shock had become more of a lightning bolt! Every little touch sent a surge through me.
I thought of a thousand different ways to ask her to the Cotillion. They all seemed lame and as we got closer to the end of the lesson, the more nervous and scared I was getting, almost like high school again. This time, though, I, at least, had enough courage that I wasn't going to let my fears return to the point of missing the opportunity again.
True to Michelle's word, after dinner when Eric got up to go to the bathroom, she followed to the lady's room, leaving Ginger and me alone for just a few minutes. I wanted to sound confident, but I didn't know how. I knew my nervousness had been showing all evening, and now that the time was here it was in full bloom! All my insecurities were back, and I was scared to death.
I looked at Ginger and all the different ways I'd thought of to ask her left me. I simply blurted out, "Would you like to go out with me?" I quit breathing, hardly remembering that it wasn't like I'd asked her to marry me or something.
She smiled and said, "I'd love to, what do you have in mind."
My breath returned, and I felt a little less scared, "In Pendleton, the Christmas Cotillion in two weeks." She started to answer me, but before she could I put my finger to her lips, "And I'd like to rent a hotel room, for us to spend the night."
She didn't say anything, simply got a smile on her face and kissed me. That was the scene Michelle saw at our table when she returned, Ginger's lips on mine. Then with Michelle walking up to the table, Ginger backed away and said the word I've wanted to hear all evening, "Yes!"
I saw the grin on Michelle's face as she slid into the booth on the opposite side where she'd been sitting next to Eric. I'm sure my face was reflective of how she was feeling as well. When Eric returned, we each paid our bill and left. I hoped this was what Eric wanted as well. If not, I knew Ginger could call it off.
We'd been alternating on Friday nights, meeting at our house, then their house to go to the lesson. This particular Friday we were in Eric and Ginger's car and drove quietly back to their house. We were all quiet, realizing that our relationship was about to change. At least three of us knew, Ginger hadn't said anything to Eric yet. We visited for just a few minutes, but Michelle said we had to go. I know she had a lot of packing to do after we got home.
We hugged goodbye, but when Ginger and I hugged, she took the initiative and kissed me. My eyes closed and I felt her lips on mine, both our mouths opened slightly, and I felt her tongue pressing slightly against mine and then she pulled back. I'd just received a tiny sample of an evening alone with her. She'd left my heart beating and aching for more.
When Michelle and I were driving back home, the first thing she said to me was, "I think you'll enjoy being out just you and her together."
I thought to myself that was quite an understatement. I was still reliving that kiss. "Ya think?" I said.
She looked over at me and laughed.
When we were home, I pulled out the suitcase from our storage room for Michelle, and she found the garment bag in her closet, putting both on one side of the bed. I climbed on the other side and propped myself up to watch her pack. She started with her underwear, all matching bra and panty sets, all sexy! Some of them were new that I hadn't seen before. I had to tease a little, "At least you're taking underwear."
She never cracked a smile as she responded, "I might not wear any of them, though."
Guess I had that coming. I continued to watch while she packed a few nightgowns; the baby doll I'd bought at the club and several others. She didn't take the silk one she'd worn on our honeymoon night, which relieved me a little. It's special to us, and we don't use it often. I felt guilty that Jacqui had let Trisha wear it that night that seemed so long ago, but damn she was sexy in it! Michelle owns two bikinis, the unlined white one I'd bought when she went to Seattle and a pretty turquoise one, not quite as sexy. Then she started on her slacks and blue jeans; Oh those tight, sexy blue jeans! Michelle continued with a few skirts; the cute, hot ones, not her work clothes. She put some dresses in the garment bag, including the wrap dress I'd bought when she went to Seattle a year and a half ago. She put her blouses in the garment bag with the dresses and when she pulled out the fully transparent one, she held it up in front of her and asked, "Do you think Shaun might want me to wear this one somewhere?"
My cock was already hard thinking about her with him and the sexy clothes she was packing, but that made me grow at least another inch or two. "Would you wear it without a bra again?"
She took off the blouse and bra she wore to the dance and slipped the see-through one over her head and down on her body giving me that beautiful view once again. Then she stepped over to the mirror, looking at herself, modeling it from different angles and said, "I think it looks pretty good like this, don't you?"
"Umm, yeah!" Understatement of the year!
She carefully hung it in the garment bag.
I couldn't help but ask her, "You'll send me some pictures?" I was thinking of the sexy ones she'd sent that time when she spent a weekend with Mike in Seattle when our adventure in wife sharing had started.
She grinned, "I think I could do that."
I knew this was going to be a long two weeks, probably about the longest in my life!
Michelle finished packing, stowing her overnight bag with her makeup, toothbrush and so on in the suitcase, and I carried her bags to the front door.
When I returned to the bedroom, Michelle had removed the rest of her clothes and was just climbing into bed stark naked. "God, what a beautiful woman she is!" I couldn't help but think to myself. I slipped my boxers off and joined her.
Michelle and I wouldn't be sleeping together again for over two weeks. We hadn't been apart that long since before we were married. We snuggled together and kissed, me feeling the sexiness of her curves and soft skin with my hands and body while pressing my lips to hers. She held me tight and whispered in my ear, "In just two weeks you're going to be doing this with Ginger."
I groaned at the thought, not even able to comprehend what that was going to be like, "And you're going to be doing it with Shaun every night for those two weeks."
I felt her shudder at that thought, two weeks in paradise with her very own Sex God. Their affair has been going on for six or seven months, long enough that they're totally enamored with each other and short sufficiently to be still exciting and fresh.
We rolled over, Michelle on her back and made love, Michelle wrapping her legs around my back and interlocking her feet together. I tried not to think about Ginger because I wanted this last time to be all about my wife and me.
After we'd come down from the high of our climax, we lay together with me spooning Michelle and my arm around her. The thought briefly flitted through my mind that there was a slim possibility that this could be the last time we made love with her spending the next two weeks with Shaun. I almost started to cry and held Michelle tighter, willing her not to go on this trip. I felt her tighten our embrace as I did which relieved a tiny bit of my tension.
Saturday morning, Michelle was up early and already showering when I woke up. Their plane was leaving at nine-thirty, and they had to be at the airport an hour early which meant Shaun was going to be at our house to pick her up a little before eight.
I dressed and waited for her in the living room. She said they'd grab a bite to eat at McDonald's on the way. When she came out of our bedroom, she was gleaming. It was a little cool outside, so she had on one of her cashmere sweaters, a pair of brown slacks and comfortable but feminine shoes. She'd brushed her hair down onto her shoulders and was the vision of loveliness! I couldn't help but feel jealous of Shaun, that she was going with him for this two-week vacation. I hoped he realized how truly lucky he was!
Shawn drove into our driveway and the time had come. Michelle and I stood looking at each other until she reached out and kissed me. "I love you," she told me.
"I know, you have fun, and send me lots of pictures."
"I'll call; I'll text and send several." Then she added, "Enjoy yourself with Ginger! Don't be bashful how I know you are sometimes."
Shaun was at our door, we opened it letting him pick up Michelle's bags and they walked to his car together. I wiped a little tear from my eyes as I watched my wife drive away with her lover. I knew she'd be back; she always has. But still, there's that little nagging fear that doesn't go away and like I'd said, this trip would test our relationship more than anything has before.
After they'd rounded the corner, I closed the door, stepping back into our lonely house. I honestly had no idea how I was going to cope for two weeks without my Michelle! I fixed myself some breakfast, realizing that it was entirely different fixing breakfast for only one. It wasn't nearly as much fun. I already missed her!
My reverie was interrupted when I got a text from Ginger a little bit later, "Eric said yes." I couldn't help but grin at that. My obsession from twenty years ago was finally, actually going to happen! I was going on a date, alone with Ginger!
This is a continuation from the story, "Sharing my Wife: A Camping Trip."
The rest of that week passed in a bit of a daze. Michelle was nervous all week, as she was making her professional debut as a stripper Saturday night. She'd enjoyed it immensely on amateur night and been a big hit, so they enticed her to take a step further.
She went shopping for clothes a couple of evenings, once to 'The Castle', an adult store on Columbia Center Blvd. in Kennewick. I tried to get her to show me what she bought but she never would.
Friday evening we went to our square dance workshop, but I could tell Michelle wasn't thinking much about square dancing. She had other things on her mind; I can't imagine what they might have been! I was thinking about Saturday night too, but also of Sunday, when Ginger and Eric were coming for dinner.
Saturday, Michelle spent the day getting ready for her professional debut that evening. I heard her talking on the phone with Jacqui, telling her what was happening and giggling like a nervous teenager. I was glad she was still including Jacqui in her plans. It was Jacqui who helped her the first time she stripped as an amateur, surprising me big time.
Before she started getting dressed to go she told me she wanted to do this by herself, neither me nor Shaun there. When I complained a little, she reassured me that next time I'd be there, but this first time she didn't want any distractions. It was a bit hard to let her go by herself, but I respected her enough to abide by her wishes. I knew it was going to be a long evening at home, waiting for her.
She didn't even want me to watch her get ready, and when she came out of our bedroom she was wearing a long jacket, so I had no idea what she was wearing underneath. I know her goal had to be to kill me! For all I knew she might be stark naked under that jacket!
After she left, I was a nervous wreck and decided to treat myself to the Black Angus for dinner. At least I'd get a chance to see Trisha, who I hadn't seen since our fabulous weekend at the Round-up.
Unfortunately the restaurant was full, and I didn't get to sit in Trisha's section. I had to wait half an hour to get in, then had a man for a waiter, not at all what I was hoping. I saw Trisha several times, but I doubt she ever noticed I was there, as busy as she was. Just seeing her made me smile, remembering her flying kitty and that incredible night we'd spent together.
I had a good dinner but didn't particularly enjoy it. I did enjoy imagining what Michelle might be doing, though, although I wanted to be there! I finally got a chance to talk to Trisha for just a moment when I was leaving; she asked if I wanted to do something after she got off work. I told her I had to beg off because I needed to spend time with Michelle later.
She answered, "That's just as well, I'm exhausted tonight," and then she added, "another time, though?"
"I'm looking forward to it," I told her.
She was still rushing and had to go; we never did get a chance to talk about anything or make any upcoming plans.
I drove home depressed, climbed into bed and tried to go to sleep. No way I could though, wondering and worrying about my wife. What was happening? I knew she'd be taking her clothes off on stage but what else? Is she giving lap dances? Taking guys or women to the back room? It was driving me nuts not knowing!
At two-thirty I heard her car in the driveway. She came in the front door and back to our bedroom, and I was surprised to see she was still wearing the full jacket. As soon as she walked into our bedroom she dropped it, and my eyes popped open. She was totally naked underneath!
"Don't say a word," she said, "just fuck me!" She couldn't have expressed my thoughts any better.
From her expression and the tone of her request, I thought my wife wanted sex different than our typical. I got up and pushed her down on the bed on her hands and knees, got behind her and rammed my cock inside her. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!"
I'd never heard Michelle talk like that. She was almost crying as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy. She was pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts as frantically as I was driving into her. What came next shocked me to my core. "Fuck my ass." I hesitated a moment, shocked. "Please, fuck my ass," she was nearly in tears.
She and I haven't ever done that, but I remembered watching Shaun with her. There was lube in the kitchen; we don't have any in our bedroom as we've never needed it. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and ran to the kitchen where I found the Vaseline. I smeared a bunch on my cock on my way back to the bedroom. Michelle was spread out, face down on the bed with her hand between her legs and her fingers inside her pussy, groaning, when I got back.
I climbed back on the bed and dipped out a glob of the Vaseline with my fingers, spreading it on her butt, my finger exploring just inside her anus. Michelle groaned when I pushed my finger inside her, and I couldn't imagine how my cock could fit as she was so tight around my finger. Michelle was still begging, "Fuck me, please fuck me!"
I pulled my finger out and spread her butt cheeks apart a little, holding my cock in line with her and pushed inside her. I think my cock had likely swelled to double my normal erection. Michelle pushed her butt back to me as I pushed and the head of my cock was inside her.
She was groaning, "Ahh, ahh... harder, push inside me!" I didn't want to hurt her, but she was nearly frantically pushing back to me, so I made a hard push, and my cock slipped all the way inside her. Michelle was spread out on the bed, her head thrown back, her fingers inside her pussy and my cock in her ass, yelling, "Oh God, oh God, so good! Harder!"
She was tight and felt so damn good! I plunged my cock harder and harder in and out of her ass as she was yelling, "Yes, fuck my ass, Yes!" I was nearly losing control of myself, feeling my orgasm rising from so far inside me that I had no clue what it was going to be like. I grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and rammed myself into her over and over again until I exploded, my orgasm lasting through several hard thrusts into her. I completely lost any awareness of what she was doing or her feelings in my frantic final few thrusts into my wife's ass!
When I finally did become aware again, Michelle and I were both covered in sweat, her fingers were still inside her pussy but not moving. For a brief moment, I feared that I'd hurt her, and she couldn't move until she moaned and rolled over, "Oh God, that was so good!"
The first question that came to my mind was, "What the hell got into you? What happened tonight?"
"Give me a few minutes and I'll try to tell you." We lay together for the next ten minutes before either of us had enough energy to talk. I think that was the most incredible sex we'd ever had, including all those times with Shaun or Mike. Whatever the hell she'd been through tonight, I hoped it continued!
She finally started to explain, "It wasn't what I expected; it was so much more." She paused a little bit before she went on, "I was blindfolded, then handcuffed with my hands behind my back around the pole. Then the girls spent the next two hours undressing me and using my body as their plaything in front of everyone."
"They took turns kissing me, sucking on my nipples and running their hands all over me, all while I was still blindfolded and handcuffed so I couldn't do anything except get hornier and hornier! I never knew when someone was going to suck my nipple or where on my body I'd feel someone. Some of the girls would be naked and put their nipple in my mouth too. When I started to get too tired to stand, they gave me a stool, but left me handcuffed to the pole."
"By the end I was naked and so damned horny and the next hour I served drinks, still naked, except for a tiny thong they gave me. When I left I didn't think I'd make it home, I was so horny. If it was an initiation to their club, I think I passed, but damn, I want to do it again!"
"Were there a lot of people there? Was it crowded?"
"There wasn't even standing room. Nicole told me that they'd spent the last two weeks announcing that I was going to be there, and it was the biggest crowd they'd ever had."
"So you're going to be a big star then, it sounds like?"
"I don't know about that, but people seem to enjoy me. I hope it keeps up and doesn't get boring."
I smiled at that; as if my wife taking her clothes off could ever get boring!
She told me, "I'm tired, we need to get some sleep before tomorrow."
We needed to get some rest since Ginger was coming to dinner and I wanted everything to be perfect.
First thing in the morning, Michelle showed me the envelope she'd brought home the night before, filled with her tip money. When we pulled it out of the envelope, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and my mind was reeling. We counted it all out; eight hundred thirty-four dollars! Holy crap, from one night? She told me that was after the club kept their twenty percent. Besides being fun, this little gig was going to be profitable!
Later, Michelle and I were scurrying around the house working on dinner and any last minute tidying. I couldn't help but watch my wife in her everyday clothes simply being a wife. It seemed impossible to comprehend that a little over twelve hours before, my wife, a stripper, had been naked on a stage in front of a couple hundred horny men and women, then begged me to fuck her in the ass.
Michelle made the lasagna and salad, and I made dinner rolls. Michelle makes a fabulous lasagna! We'd actually just ordered a new lasagna dish a couple weeks before and were anxious to try it out.
I couldn't kid myself; this dinner had been on my mind ever since I ran into Ginger at Costco. I knew I had a serious crush on her but this was a 'couples' dinner, and I was going to have to keep my feelings to myself. I hoped it would go well so that we could become friends. I knew that would be a little hard, but now that I'd rediscovered my actual first love I wanted her and her husband as permanent friends, although I realized the kiss in the parking lot couldn't go any further than it already had.
Ginger and Eric arrived a few minutes early, just as I was finishing up with the dinner rolls, getting them ready to put in the oven alongside the lasagna. Michelle is an excellent hostess and invited them into the living room and visited the few minutes while I was fiddling with the rolls. When I finished, I stepped into the living room to greet our guests as well. Ginger was even prettier than I remembered, dressed in a blouse and pair of slacks; nothing sexy, but still stunning. Eric was a handsome man, I guess. I know it was totally unfair of me, but I was a little jealous that he'd married my high school sweetheart.
Maybe if I'd have ever let her know she was my sweetheart she might be by my side now. Then I realized what a dumb thought that was! I loved my Michelle and wouldn't change a thing even if I had the opportunity. Well, maybe I might have married both if it was legal.
However, putting dumb thoughts aside, what wasn't a silly thought was that I still definitely had a crush on Ginger, the cute, tall, leggy redhead from my youth. I'd just have to suppress it.
We sat down and started visiting. It turns out that we have some interests in common, primarily camping, the outdoors and the Seattle Seahawks. I haven't talked very much about our camping in these stories because it always seemed in the background, not particularly germane to our story until the camping trip to Wallowa Lake.
It seemed to me that Ginger was flirting with me; I noticed a lot of glances my way. At the dinner table, Michelle had arranged the seating with her and Eric on one side and Ginger and me on the other, opposite our respective spouses. When we all held hands and said a brief prayer of thanks, I have to admit my thoughts were on anything but the prayer. My hand was in Ginger's, and the electric shock going through my body wasn't very prayerful! Occasionally our knees would touch under the table sending more shock waves through me.
I had to force myself to keep from glancing at her face as we talked about our families and other things. Ginger's career as a travel consultant was so much more entertaining than mine or Eric's, and Michelle's was mostly confidential so she couldn't talk about hers. She told us about the time she'd auto-dialed a hotel in Seattle and made reservations for a couple, but when they arrived, there were no reservations. She didn't understand what could have happened until she checked her autodial again and realized she'd accidentally dialed the chain's San Francisco hotel instead. Luckily, there was a better hotel just down the street, and her firm made up the difference in cost. Another happy, satisfied customer!
Another story she told us was about the older lady who had made a reservation in a little out of the way lodge with a fully equipped kitchen. She called to complain that they didn't have an egg slicer, and suggested Ginger not recommend them again.
Then she told us about the man who she'd arranged a submarine excursion for, but hadn't told him it was going to be underwater, and he was all apeshit over her not letting him know that. Duh! Submarine - underwater, seemed kind of self-explanatory to her. We laughed at how dumb some people can be. Eric complained just a little that she hadn't told him any of these stories.
When Ginger put a hand under the table, resting it on her thigh, I restrained myself from reaching down and clasping her hand in mine. I didn't know if Eric noticed my glances at his wife, but he never reacted. Michelle, on the other hand, was grinning like a Cheshire Cat! She knew what was going on in my feeble mind, that I was having a hard time hiding the elephant in the room; that I had a major crush on Eric's wife!
After dinner, we sat in the living room and we talked about our square dance trip to Wallowa Lake. We told them how much fun we have square dancing and especially when we can combine it with camping or traveling. We left out some of the tawdry little details, but we made the Wallowa Lake trip sound as enjoyable as it was.
Ginger was fascinated by the square dancing, and I suggested that she and Eric might want to come to our lessons. I explained that they're every Friday evening, and we usually attend to help beginners, so would love to take them. Eric expressed a little skepticism, as guys quite often do, but Ginger assured us that she'd convince him. She was concerned that they wouldn't know anything and would slow down everyone else, but I assured her that wouldn't be a problem as Jim's always reviewing and in a couple of weeks they'd be caught up.
When Ginger and Eric left, Ginger gave me a goodbye hug, and I nearly lost my cool. I wanted to kiss her again so badly that it hurt! My feelings about her were both sexual and emotional. Those same feelings from high school were definitely there, including my fear of expressing myself. Of course, it was much more logical now since she was married. I still wanted a relationship with her though, even as I accepted the fact that it could never materialize because Ginger's a happily married woman.
Afterward, Michelle and I finished cleaning up the dinner dishes, and she said to me, "You have a thing for her, don't you?"
"You could tell, hunh?"
"How could I not? Your eyes were all over her the whole time!"
"Do you think Eric noticed? I thought I had hidden it pretty well."
"Well, you didn't. Either he didn't notice, or he didn't mind, and I'm suspecting the latter, as obvious as you were."
One thing was troubling me, and I had to admit to Michelle, "I don't think it's a good idea for us to take them square dancing. I'm not sure where it might lead, and it scares me."
"Why don't we let Ginger and Eric decide that? Ginger knows how you feel and I'm pretty sure Eric does too."
But they didn't, not even Michelle. She didn't feel the electricity going through my body at just touching knees. She didn't realize the depth of my feelings all the way back to high school. I knew how easy it was going to be to fall madly in love with Ginger, and that if we spent much time together it'd be almost impossible not to.
The next day I received a text from Ginger, "Thank you, Robert, so much for dinner. We both enjoyed it very much."
It took me by surprise a little, not that they'd liked dinner but just getting the text. I responded, "You're very welcome. Michelle and I enjoyed it too." I closed my eyes thinking about her, knowing how badly I wanted her, but she was totally off limits. That was when my phone chirped with another text that turned my world upside down. "I had told him about Costco, about the kiss."
That totally flabbergasted me! Eric and I had hit it off like the best of friends. Nothing had been mentioned about that night except that they were glad Ginger and I ran into each other. I'd have thought Eric might not have even wanted to come to dinner with us if he'd known about the kiss. I texted her back, "That surprises me, what did he say?"
"At first didn't seem too happy, and then kept asking me about it, wanted details. Think the more he thought about it that it kind of excited him."
I looked at my phone, having trouble digesting what I was reading. The only thing I could think of to reply to her was, "Wow!"
After what she'd said, her next e-mail was almost as surprising. "Square dancing Friday? What time?"
I knew how badly I wanted to see her again after that revelation. "Our house, six o'clock."
"We'll be there, thank you!"
My mind was in a whirl; she'd told him, and he still wanted to be friends. What does that mean? I had a rough day concentrating the rest of the day.
That evening I showed the string of texts to Michelle. "Well, what you said was impossible maybe isn't so impossible, is it?"
"Yeah, it still is, I can't do anything with her."
"And why would that be? Do you think your wife might be jealous?"
"I think maybe it's a little too emotional. I like her too much. If we started something, I don't think I'd be able to stop."
She grinned that evil, sexy grin at me, "Hmm, and it seems I said something along those same lines to you about Mike when you wanted me to see him again."
I didn't know how to explain it to Michelle. After seeing Ginger again after all these years, then that dinner, and I couldn't think of anything but her. That one kiss had brought my wanting her back so strongly; I felt like I was already madly in love with her. "Honey, I just can't, I don't know how to explain it, guess maybe I'll just blurt it out: I'm already in love with her, and I'd be afraid to do anything with her."
"Lust, my dear Robert, lust! We'll just see what happens Friday, won't we?"
She didn't understand. I'm not sure I did either. I didn't just want Ginger's body, although I badly wanted that too; what I wanted most was her soul. In short, I wanted Ginger, the woman! From the moment of that kiss in the Costco parking lot I knew I wanted her, maybe even before. Maybe I knew it the moment I'd said hello.
The week seemed long to me. Michelle spent her usual Wednesday and Thursday with Shaun. She was beaming when she got home Thursday evening. I asked her about it, and all she'd say was, "Heaven!"
When Friday evening came I was a nervous wreck. I didn't know how to spend another night with Ginger and withhold my real feelings from her. Maybe I didn't want to withhold them; I simply didn't know what to do. I did know that, as difficult as it'd be, I had to try to stay away from her as much as possible!
We rode together to the Eagle's Club, where our lessons were held, and chatted amiably for the fifteen-minute ride, staying totally away from the giant elephant in the car. I think I was the only one who realized just how big that elephant was. When we arrived, we introduced Ginger and Eric to the rest of our members and the class, telling them that we'd gone to school together and just been reacquainted, all entirely correct. Most of the beginners had been going for a few weeks by then, and we knew that the new class members would have to start from the beginning.
Our club members were disappointed when I had to tell them that Jacqui wouldn't be coming back, that she'd moved to Montana for a big promotion. She'd become extremely popular in our club both from her personality and the fact that she was a beautiful, young single woman. We all agreed that we hoped she'd stay with square dancing in Montana, and we'd see her at festivals. Personally, I wanted to see her a lot more than that, but I wasn't particularly hopeful as far away as she was.
The time for the dancing came, and Ginger and Eric coupled up in one of the squares. I planned to take Michelle to a different square when she went over and grabbed Eric's hand, taking him to another square, leaving me with Ginger. I understood what my wife was doing; it's always easier to learn if you're not with another beginner. But what she was really doing was making sure that I was dancing with Ginger!
Standing next to her, with our shoulders touching, the passion surged through me. The second I took her hand, it felt like an electric shock running through my entire body. Her hand was so soft and sensual! I refrained from letting out the moan of pleasure that had embedded itself in me! I simply had no idea how I was going to get through the two hours of dancing partnered with this woman!
Jim taught the basics, allemande left, promenade, right and left through, and every touch sent another shock wave through me. Holding hands with Ginger was such a pleasure. I wasn't merely holding her hand; I was caressing it whenever the opportunity presented itself and quite often we found ourselves with fingers intertwined in a very non-square dance handhold.
When Jim taught a square dance swing with our partners, I put my arm around Ginger's waist and felt for the first time what I knew to be her softness under her clothes. Even when we had kissed in the Costco parking lot I hadn't put my arms around her waist; I was simply too shocked. Now, with my right hand on her waist and her left hand on my shoulder, I looked into her eyes and thought I saw the same emotion that I was feeling for her. I hoped the other members in our square couldn't see it. The only thing I wanted to do in that instant was to pull her to me and kiss her!
When the moment passed as Jim was explaining how to swing properly I quickly looked around, relieved that no one else was paying attention to us. No one, that is, except Michelle in the adjacent square, who knew exactly what was happening!
We periodically rested, then formed a square with new couples. Each time Michelle insisted that I dance with Ginger. She simply had no clue of the fire she was playing with! I admit that I should have insisted we change partners and dance with our spouse, but dancing with Ginger was simply too pleasurable to resist. At the end of the evening, Jim taught one final square dance move, a yellowrock with your partner.
I'd often kidded with my partners, drawing out the yellowrock into a long, affectionate hug meant to be simply kidding fun. This time, however, when I drew it out in much the same manner, our cheeks touching, I held Ginger's body to mine tightly, feeling every curve of her body next to mine.
When someone yelled, "Hey, Robert, enough already!" I backed away, and we both laughed as if it was the same friendly hug as always. However, both Ginger and I knew it was anything but that!
Afterward, the four of us went to dinner at the Olive Garden. When we got into the car, Michelle playfully stated that she liked the partner she had and climbed in the back seat with Eric, leaving Ginger and me in the front seat together. At the restaurant she put her arm around Eric's waist, accompanying him to our table, and sat next to him, leaving Ginger and me together on the other side of the table.
There were a couple of times during dinner when our fingers touched under the table, but we tried to maintain a detached demeanor. Michelle was openly flirting with Eric, laughing with him at his silly jokes and making sure that their chairs were close enough together to touch shoulders. I knew what she was doing, wanting Ginger and me to flirt the same way. My emotions were simply too strong. I didn't want to flirt; I wanted to hold her, kiss her, make love to her!
When Eric got up to excuse himself to go to the bathroom, Michelle said she had to go as well, leaving Ginger and me alone for the first time. I looked at her, I knew with a palpable longing in my eyes, and asked her, "What did your text mean? Does Eric want something to happen between us?"
"I think so. I think he wants you to kiss me again, similar to the last time."
"And what do you want; do you want the same thing?"
"You can't tell? I've wanted it all night!"
"And more? I don't think I can kiss you again without wanting more... lots more."
"Just one time and see what happens, please?" Then she added, "Would Michelle mind?"
Before I had a chance to answer her, Eric returned from his toilet break, Michelle soon after. I wondered if Michelle had even gone to the bathroom or just used it as an excuse to leave Ginger and me alone for a few minutes. I thought to myself; would Michelle mind? That's what she's been hoping for all evening!
We drove back home, my mind in a whirl. Can I do this? I wondered. I knew what I wanted, nothing more than another soul-wrenching kiss with Ginger. But what comes after that? Is she prepared for the 'after'? Is Eric ready? I knew the answer to that question from Michelle's point of view. She was looking forward to the 'after' between Ginger and me.
We arrived at our house, and Michelle invited Ginger and Eric inside for just a moment to say goodbye. The four of us expressed how much we'd enjoyed the evening, and then Michelle went to Eric and kissed him goodbye on the cheek. I was surprised, thinking she'd be more into something a little more romantic with Eric. Ginger gave Michelle a hug, thanking her for the evening, then stepped over to me. I knew what Ginger had said in the restaurant, but I couldn't do it, as badly as I wanted to. I hugged her pretty hard and told her how glad I was to get back together again and stepped away. I was simply too afraid what another kiss would bring, and didn't think either Eric or Ginger were ready for what I wanted from her.
After they had left, Michelle looked at me and said, "You didn't kiss her. Why not?"
I shrugged my shoulders, indicating that I didn't want to talk about it.
"You could have, you know. She wanted you to, and so did Eric."
"I know, she told me. I couldn't do it, though. I want too much from her, more than she can give me, and if I kissed her like I wanted I don't think I could have stopped."
Michelle wasn't willing to let it go. "You will eventually, though, you'll probably go all the way with her. I think they both want that. Maybe they don't know it yet, but they will."
"I don't know; it scares me too much. But what about you and Eric? I thought you'd do more than a little peck on the cheek too."
She sighed a little. "Eric's a fun guy, but there isn't any chemistry between us. I'd like him to be a friend, but I don't think there'll ever be anything sexual between us, it just isn't there."
"Not quite like red-shirt guy last weekend?"
She snickered at my reminding her of him. "No, definitely not."
When we made love that night, Michelle knew that it was Ginger I was imagining being with. She didn't help when she pretended to be Ginger, telling me how badly she'd wanted me ever since high school.
Continuation from: Sharing my Wife: The Stripper
Saturday evening, Michelle was once again getting ready for her new career path as a stripper. This time, though, she asked me to take her. On the way there, I asked her if she knew what she'd be doing tonight? Anything like last week?
"They haven't said anything about it; I'm assuming I'll be dancing and stripping like the other girls this time, though. I think last week was an initiation into their little club.
She hadn't dressed in anything particularly provocative, just a short skirt and fairly low cut blouse. Probably different than she'd wear to the law office but she would to a dinner date. She hadn't brought anything with her either so I was curious about that. She told me that what she'd taken last week was still there. Yeah, I'd forgotten about that. She did come home naked after all.
For once I didn't have to pay the cover charge to get in. Michelle gave the doorman a little kiss of affection on the cheek, and I couldn't help but notice the look of puppy love on his face. I mentioned to her, "I think he's in love with you."
"Kevin? He's in love with all the girls I think."
"Well, he gave you a look like he's interested in more than just your mind."
"Mmm, he is cute, should I invite him home sometime?"
I couldn't help but grin at that thought. "It'd be his dream come true!"
"I think I'd enjoy it too, don't you think?"
"Do it sometime!" He was pretty good looking and probably, at least, ten years younger than us, most likely more. I'd love to see him and my wife together.
Michelle had told me she's the first forty-year-old in the club's history. Most of the girls are in the early to mid-twenties. Nicole, for instance, is twenty-three. Maybe they're younger I thought, but they're certainly not more attractive than my wife.
Michelle walked with me to a table set a few feet from the stage and left me there, going down the hall into the back room. I watched the girl on stage, realizing it was Aura, the girl who had given Trisha a lap dance several weeks before. She was at the pole, expertly spinning herself around it with nothing on but a pair of thong panties and matching push-up bra. I was mesmerized as she seemed to turn effortlessly without moving a muscle.
I was enjoying watching Aura when out of the corner of my eye I saw a girl coming closer carrying a drink. When I glanced over at her, I was shocked to see my wife. I hadn't known what to expect she might be doing tonight, but serving drinks never crossed my mind, especially wearing the micro, red leather shorts she had on. They couldn't have been more than two or three inches in length and were skin tight, resting low on her hips. She had on a silky, white blouse tied at her midriff showing off her sexy tummy. A pair of red high heels and red bra finished the hot package.
She walked over to my table, bringing me a diet coke and did a little pirouette, asking me, "You like?"
I looked her up and down with my lust filled eyes and couldn't do much more than shake my head up and down.
"This is what I found at The Castle last week. I never got a chance to wear them then. Since I'm serving for a while tonight, I thought it'd be perfect."
Uhh yeah, it was more than perfect. I'd never seen anything like those shorts, they hardly covered any of her butt cheeks and were tightly pulled into her pussy showing her camel toe. Between that and the blouse, it was far sexier than naked would be!
She meandered around the rapidly filling room, taking and delivering drink orders, flirting with the men, intentionally leaning over to show off her cleavage and walking to exaggerate that sexy butt. One other girl who I didn't know was serving drinks along with her. Damn, I was getting hard watching her interact with her customers. Occasionally she set her serving tray down and sat on the lap of some guy with her knees spread wide around his waist rubbing herself against his pants. I wondered how many men she'd cause to come in their pants before the night was over.
Then I realized something she'd said to me, "I'm serving for a while tonight." I wondered what that meant, what else she was going to be doing? I could hardly wait to find out.
I turned my attention back to the stage where Nicole was standing spread eagled on her tiptoes, her arms spread wide like she was reaching up for something and shaking her lace clad behind a few feet in front of me. I felt like she was putting on this show just specifically for my personal benefit. I took a ten-dollar bill, stood up and pushed it into her the back of her panties. Mmm, that little feel alone was worth the ten bucks! I couldn't help but wonder why none of the girls had taken off their bra or panties, however. Usually, they did. I looked at my watch and realized we'd already been there an hour and a half.
When Nicole's song ended, she sauntered off the stage, and the Emcee came on, "Folks, we're going to do something a little different tonight so get ready to enjoy yourselves!" Now, it sounded like it was going to get interesting. I looked around and didn't see Michelle or the other girl anywhere. None of the other girls were out on the floor either.
I kept looking, wondering what was going on when the girls started walking out onto the stage. Six girls, Michelle (i.e. Amber to the club), Nicole, Aura, Daisy (as in Daisy Duke) and I didn't know the other two names. They were wearing sexy, very expensive looking negligees, all different. Michelle was among them, wearing a tiny, pink baby doll with a pair of transparent panties that tied with a little string at her hips. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts and nipples clearly showed through the thin material. Oh God, she looked good! The other girls wore different types of negligees; all sexy but none of them seemed nearly as delicious as my wife. They might be younger, but she had that beauty that comes with a little more maturity and confidence in herself.
I was gaping at my wife, turning around showing off what she was wearing from all angles when the Emcee came back on, "Folks, if you like what you see, it can be purchased in whatever size you want. If we run out, we'll have the rest by next week." He went on, telling how to buy them but I wasn't listening any longer; I was watching my wife stepping down off the stage down onto the floor, walking toward me. When she got to me, she took my hands, placing them on her side to feel the soft, sexy material on her beautiful body. She said, "I want you to buy one of these, it feels so good." Damn! She didn't have to convince me, it looked good, and it felt good!
The Emcee had been explaining how to buy them, but I didn't hear it. What I did hear though is him saying, "Our girls will be circulating so you can feel how nice they are. Don't be bashful, our girls will be enjoying it as much as you will."
Michelle moved away from me, letting other people's hands roam all over her sexy body, feeling her nipples through the material and running hands over her soft butt. One lovely woman even nuzzled her face between Michelle's breasts. I couldn't take my eyes away! That is until Nicole strolled over to me with nothing but her pair of silk panties and bra. My hands roamed all over her body as she ground her hips against my hand between her legs.
The girls walked around the floor for probably forty-five minutes or so. The Emcee finally came back on explaining how to buy them again, "The girls are distributing papers with each of their names and a description of what they're wearing. Pick the one you want, the size and we'll bring them to the table and get your credit card information."
I saw the paper and pencil and marked I wanted Michelle's in a size six. They weren't cheap, a hundred fifty dollars each but it was more than worth it. I liked the one Aura was wearing too, cut low, just barely covering her nipples and tied in the front, so I splurged and marked that one too.
While everyone was considering what they wanted the Emcee came on one more time, "As a special treat, we have another little incentive. For an extra three hundred dollars, mark the 'special' box beside whatever name you want, and you'll get a chance for the actual garment that girl is wearing. You'll be able to come up on the stage and take five minutes to remove it from her." Hunh? I realized this was going to take on a whole new dimension!
I thought about the money Michelle brought home last week and decided we could afford this, so I marked the box beside Nicole's name. I'd have loved to Michelle's as well, but it was going to be more fun watching someone else with her.
The girls picked up the papers, marking each with a table number and a few minutes later started distributing packages.
I watched as Aura walked out on stage, then into the crowd and took a man's hand to lead him back onto the stage with her. Another girl, who I didn't know followed her, then my wife. Michelle was still wearing the sexy baby doll. My cock was already hard from watching the other two girls being undressed, but it grew a couple more inches when Michelle walked all the way to the back of the seating area and took the hand of a pretty, younger woman. She'd been sitting with her husband or boyfriend, and when Michelle walked up to her, she looked over at him quizzically like she had no idea what was going on, mouthing words that seemed to the effect like, "What have you done?" He smiled at her and motioned for her to go with Amber (Michelle's stage name). She looked pretty reluctant but got up and followed.
Right before they got to the stage, Michelle leaned back and whispered something in the girl's ear making her blush just a little and shake her head no. Michelle led her onto the stage, right in front of where I was sitting, and I heard her say, "You don't have to do anything you don't want, just let me know, and I'll stop." Then she leaned toward the girl, kissing her lightly. My wife closed her eyes deepening the kiss and took the girls hands, placing them on her breasts.
The girl certainly seemed to be enjoying herself as she started kissing Michelle back and caressing her breasts and nipples. Michelle moved closer to her, lips on the girl's neck and whispered again into her ear, apparently prompting her to push the straps off her shoulders. Michelle sucked on the girl's bottom lip while her straps were being taken off and let the babydoll fall around her waist and to the floor.
Michelle stepped away from it and encouraged the girl's face and lips down to her breast where she sucked on Michelle's nipple, her hands around my wife's waist. Michelle led her hands down to her little panties and pushed down slightly encouraging her to remove the panties. It was obvious both women were enjoying themselves immensely, especially when Michelle was standing completely naked and the other girl's hands were caressing her with her mouth around Michelle's nipple.
Michelle was returning the caressing favor, and I heard her ask, "Do you want to put it on?"
The poor girl looked utterly disconcerted, and I heard her little squeak, "You mean now?"
"Mmhmm, now! I know you want to. Trade clothes with me."
"But, but, I'd have to get naked!"
Michelle smiled, running her fingers over the girl's breasts lightly, "I know, sounds fun doesn't it? Besides, you're beautiful, and your husband would love it or he wouldn't have sent you up here."
Then she started unbuttoning the other girl's blouse.
I'm sure the poor girl was scared to death, but her fingers went around to the zipper at the back of her skirt and pushed it down. Michelle was standing back just a little, enough to finish unbuttoning her blouse. She pushed the top off and then reached around to unsnap her bra.
When she was standing in her pantyhose only, Michelle picked up the lingerie and slipped it on over the other girl's head and arms. "Now the rest of it," Michelle said. "I'll stand in front of you."
The young girl still had her pantyhose on and started to push it down. Michelle stood back, picking up the little lingerie panties and handed them to her when she'd removed her pantyhose.
It was hard not to be turned on. Michelle had coaxed this gorgeous, innocent, young girl into stripping nearly naked in front of everyone. I know Michelle could empathize with how scared the girl was since it was only a few months ago she'd been on that stage the first time. Her husband had to be going out of his mind. I know Michelle's husband was her first time!
When the girl had the little, transparent panties on, Michelle took her by the hand and led her one time around the stage. The poor girl looked scared to death but seemed to be enjoying every second. When Michelle and the girl were back in front of me where her clothes were still on the floor, Michelle asked her to wait while she got dressed. Then Michelle looked around and asked me if she could borrow my chair since there wasn't an empty one anywhere. I set it on the stage for her, and she sat down reaching for the pantyhose.
I think it's every bit as sexy watching a girl getting dressed as undressed, especially it seemed, getting dressed in another woman's clothes in front of a crowd of a couple hundred or so. Michelle was proving that point as she rolled the nylons up one leg, and then the other, not making effort to hide her bare pussy. She picked up the bra. It was a little small for Michelle, her breasts barely fitting into it, squeezing them quite a bit. The blouse and skirt were both a little small and squeezed Michelle's body very sexily.
When Michelle had finished putting the girl's clothes on, she escorted her new protégé back to her husband to the stares of the crowd. When the poor, embarrassed girl sat back down, she hid her blushing face in her hands, but her guy was grinning ear to ear! It seemed apparent that they'd likely have a good night after getting home.
I was still waiting for Nicole's appearance, to be de-clothed of her lingerie (Hey, I invented a new word!). When she did, I was more than a little disappointed that someone else had won the lottery prize of taking off her bra and panties. I watched, enjoying the show, but thinking how much more fun it would be if it'd been me on the stage with her.
While I was watching, Michelle returned wearing the tight micro shorts again and returned the girls clothes to her. A few minutes later Michelle told me it was time for us to go home, so she retrieved her clothing bag and coat.
On our way home, Michelle leaned over to me and said, "I'm horny, you need to hurry!"
She didn't need to tell me that twice! Unfortunately, there is a speed limit on Washington freeways, seventy mph. Fortunately for me, there weren't any police out that late at night.
Our kitchen table won't ever seem quite the same to me again. Michelle sat on it and told me to take off her bra and shorts, then wanted me on my knees in front of her with her legs up over my shoulder. My mama didn't raise a dummy! I buried my face in my wife's naked pussy and tasted how wet she was, making her lean her head back and moan. It only took a few moments before she was writhing and rubbing her pussy into my mouth as she cried out my name.
My cock had been hard all night, and this little meal certainly hadn't made me any softer! I simply couldn't take it any longer; I had to be inside her. I stood up, Michelle's legs still across my shoulder and slid my cock inside her juicy, wet pussy. Oh God, it felt good from this position with Michelle's legs bent up and over my shoulders, so deep inside her! Michelle was moaning as well, obviously enjoying this as much as I was.
Then I had a thought, it doesn't often happen while we're making love, but this time it did. I reached around her shoulders and pulled her body up toward me, so she was literally jackknifed. Holy shit, what a feeling! When I plunged in and out of her now the friction was entirely different, something I'd never felt before and so damn good! It felt more like I was reaching into her inner soul. Michelle's reaction also changed, she started panting and whimpering, hardly able to breathe. Combining this new position with both our extreme arousal from Michelle at the strip club and it only took a couple of thrusts until we were both coming harder than I ever remembered, bodies violently spasming and my spurts of ecstasy going on and on!
Michelle collapsed and as I lay her back down on the table, her legs slid off my shoulders letting me fall over her body. We stayed like that for several minutes until I was able to stand and helped her up so we could stumble down the hall and into our bed. That dining table now has very distinct memories that will last us the rest of our lives. We'll never be able to eat another meal at it without remembering that night.