An hour later, after I had gotten myself in a bit of control, I thought about flying to Miami the next day to get her. At least, that gave me a plan of action. Then I realized I couldn't do that either. Michelle was only spending the first night at the Hyatt because it was close to the airport. By the time I flew to Seattle, then to Miami, Michelle would have already checked out of the Hyatt
I didn't know where she was going after that, or what she'd be doing for the next week. Brett hadn't told us where except the first night. I tried to remember if Michelle had told me the name of the hotel he'd been at in Seattle, but was sure she hadn't, other than how nice it was and that it wasn't the Sheraton.
I thought, "What have I done?" I'd potentially thrown away everything important in my life for a thrill. I was totally helpless, with only a thread to cling to, my trust in Michelle. But I'd never told her what I knew, that Brett had no intention of letting her come home. He planned to take her away from me. Kristen had told me he could and would do it, and I naively believed he couldn't. He'd already started, by cutting us off from each other and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it!
I didn't get any sleep the rest of the night. When I stumbled out of bed in the morning, I realized that nothing had changed from when she left. I'd already known exactly what was going to happen, that she'd be cut off from me, that I'd be here alone fretting about her faithfulness. I just hadn't realized how strongly the fact that I wouldn't be able to contact her would hit me.
It was Monday, there wasn't any way I could go to work after not sleeping and worrying about Michelle, so I called my office and told them I wasn't feeling well. Then I remembered that Brett had e-mailed Michelle a phone number I could call in case of an emergency. I was actually kind of glad I hadn't remembered it last night. I'd probably have made a fool of myself blubbering incoherently. Yes, I was still scared of losing her, but the feeling of intense panic was gone. That had been the most frightful night of my life.
At least the panic was gone for a few minutes until I thought again about how wonderfully Michelle described Brett, and that I wouldn't be able to communicate with her at all for the next month. I fought the urge to call that emergency number. I counted to ten, then to a hundred to calm myself again. I knew that unless I lied and told whoever answered that I'd injured myself badly or one of Michelle's parents had died, that she'd never get the message anyway. I realized that, short of a real emergency, I simply had no way to contact my wife, and I may as well face that reality.
The next month loomed like an eternity in front of me. I realized it wouldn't do me any good to sit around the lonely house and moping, so after lunch, I dragged myself to work and told them I was feeling better.
The next several days were a hell I hadn't even imagined. When Michelle had gone to Las Vegas with Shaun, I was lonesome at home, but at least knew I could call and talk to her. This time, it was a void like she didn't exist anymore. The house was cold and lonely whenever I was at home. I subsisted on McDonald's, day after day. Anything I ate tasted more like cardboard than food, so what did it matter? I wished I had some idea what Michelle was doing. I had friends, but none I could talk about this with, not even Ginger or Eric.
I remembered one thing I'd vowed to do after Michelle left. Wednesday after work, I called Diana. I told her I knew a really nice, single guy, and wondered if she'd be interested in another blind date. She was apprehensive, but I did my best to assure her that she'd like him and stressed that he was single. I was pleased that she finally agreed she'd go out with him if he called. Then I repeated the call, with much the same kind of conversation to Shaun. I didn't do that because I wanted him to break up with Michelle. The opposite was true, I liked her going out with and sleeping with him. All he finally said was that he'd think about it. I wasn't going to worry about it, I'd done my good deed for the week. Although if it worked out, Michelle might not consider it such a good deed when she gets home. Then my reality hit me again and I changed my thought to "if" she gets home.
Friday after work I decided maybe a little company would help. In a way, I didn't want to go to any square dances because I knew I'd need to make up a lie about where Michelle was for so long. I went anyway and invented a fib about her grandma being really sick and only having a little while left. How lame was that!
I'd hoped that Eric and Ginger would be there, but they weren't. There were two single ladies that I danced with quite often, so at least I had dance partners. It helped my loneliness being around friends, but I knew that afterward I was going home to that lonely house, and that took away about ninety percent of the fun.
After I climbed into my bed, I did what I figured any sane human in my condition might do; I started counting the plaster splatters on the ceiling. There were a lot more than I'd ever suspected, over two hundred in just a couple square feet. Then I started to calculate in my head how many that would be in the whole room and finally gave up.
I wondered what Michelle might be doing. She left five days before the cruise so that either means she was with Brett now, or it might be tomorrow. If she was with him now, it was a sure bet what she was doing right at that instant! Then I had a thought how I could connect with her a little bit. It seemed a little perverted, but so be it!
I went to her lingerie drawer where all her new nighties were stacked so neatly inside. I thought that the feel of one of her silk ones on my hands and face would help me picture her. She'd neatly stacked the silk one I wanted, the one she wore the last night before she left, on top of the pile. The first thing I noticed was the fragrance of perfume wafting out of her drawer. It was one I hadn't smelled before and it was gloriously feminine! I ran the back of my hand over the soft material, then went to pick it up. I was confused; there was something hard and crinkly inside it. When I picked it up, an envelope fell out on the floor with my name on it. I picked it up and looked at it, it was sealed with "Robert", neatly written on the front with Michelle's handwriting.
I took it and the nightgown, and sat down on the bed. The only thing that went through my mind was a "Dear John" letter she'd written before she left. I tried to remember her the day she left. She'd seemed cold and distant, or was that just my imagination from the façade that we'd had to create to comply with Brett's contract?
It'd be easier if I drank, I could drown myself in a bottle and ease my fears before opening it. As it was, though, I'd just make myself sick. I'd be ashamed and throwing up.
My hands were shaking, and tears were already forming in my eyes when I tore it open. There was a single piece of stationery folded inside. I slowly unfolded it and started reading, "My dear husband, Robert, I know we won't be able to talk, so I thought about how I might still be able to communicate with you when I'm gone. I'm going to hide this letter where I hope you'll find it when you get lonely for me. I want you to know how much I love you. I don't know if you'll ever see this, but I hope you do." I smiled at that and wiped the tears from my cheeks. "I hope you're enjoying spending lots of time with Diana, especially in bed with her. I have to admit that fixing you up with her wasn't altogether altruistic of me. I don't want to be worrying about you being alone all the time while I'm gone."
"I also thought of a little game we can play, kind of together. I hid a few things around the house where you can have a kind of scavenger hunt and I'll be able to think about you finding them. There are three more envelopes in the drawer, inside my nighties underneath where you found this one. Don't touch them yet! Wait a week in-between looking at each envelope. That'll give you something to look forward to."
"For now, though, there's another envelope on the bottom, left side of my underwear drawer. I think you'll like looking there, and I hope you'll like what's in the envelope. Love, Michelle." She'd made a little happy face under her name. There was a short "PS" underneath her signature, "Oh, I hope you can still smell the perfume. It's one that I thought Brett might like. I wanted to share it with you too."
My mood had brightened about a thousand percent! I practically ran back over to her chest of drawers and found the envelope. She was right, I did enjoy pawing through her drawer full of bikinis, thongs, and bras. There was a big manila envelope where she said it'd be, with another regular envelope taped to the front that said, "Open me first".
The stationery inside read, "I thought about having these professionally made but decided it'd be more fun if Shaun took them. Besides, I knew you'd enjoy thinking about how much Shaun and I wanted to play, but couldn't. Enjoy!"
I unclasped the manila envelope. There were several 8x10 portraits of Michelle dressed in the nightgown her first letter was in. There were several different kinds of poses. All of them were sexy, some more than others. In one, she had a saucy, come-hither look on her face with her fingers pulling the gown up on one side just enough to reveal her waxed pussy. Her hair was pushed to one side, draping over the front of her shoulder adding to the sexiness. In another, the gown was pushed down with both her bare boobs poking out above it. Shaun must have been going crazy taking these photos!
I checked the time and realized Walmart was still open, so jumped in the car and bought a bunch of picture frames. As soon as I got home, I carefully put each photo in a frame and placed them around the house, where I could always see one; in the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room etc. The thought that anyone else coming in the house could also see them didn't even enter my mind. I folded the nightgown, putting it on my nightstand with the picture of her holding the hem of her gown up with her fingertips on top of it. The one with her bare boobs went on the nightstand on the other side of the bed, so I could see one or the other no matter which way I was laying. I even thought about putting one on the ceiling. It would sure be better than counting plaster splatters!
Then I have to admit I almost went back to her lingerie drawer for the next envelope. I didn't know if I'd be able to wait another week! That was the first night since Michelle had left that I went to bed with a smile on my face.
The next day, Saturday, I knew that Michelle would be with her lover. I couldn't help but wonder what her first time with him would be like, after abstaining for so long.
Saturday evening I decided to treat myself to a decent dinner for a change and went to the Olive Garden for lasagna. I would have loved to go to the Black Angus and have Trisha for my waitress, but in the sexually frustrated situation I was in, didn't think it'd be a good idea. If she hadn't gone back to her husband, I would have in a heartbeat, and hopefully brought her home with me. Damn husbands!
The next several days were much easier to take. I knew I had something to look forward to in only a week. I wondered if it was more pictures of Michelle or something else I'd love. The house still felt lonely, but I had those pictures to look at wherever I went in the house. Of course, in a way, it didn't help that I knew another man was now getting to see her the same way, even much more provocatively... in person... and making love with her whenever they wanted.
By the middle of the next week, my loneliness was starting to hit me really hard again. I knew what I had to look forward to on Friday, but that still seemed like a long time yet and it still wasn't my Michelle! She was off on a romantic holiday with her hot stud that wanted to take her away from me!
Friday evening, I vacillated between going square dancing and staying home with my scavenger hunt. I decided that I could have both, my surprise from Michelle just delayed a little. I was glad I did go to the dance, Ginger and Eric were there this time. Eric and I took turns dancing with Ginger and the other women. The single ladies in our club are all much older, as is typical of most square dance clubs. It's rare to be blessed with a young, attractive single girl like Jacqui had been when she was in Kennewick. God, I missed her! If only she hadn't been transferred away, she'd be here with me now!
The only problem with dancing with Ginger was my heightened sexual sensitivity. Every touch sent an electric shock through me to my cock. It's hard to square dance with your cock hard the whole time. I'd learned that in Reno with Jacqui (and HOW I learned it!), but it's a little more uncomfortable in your own club, with people you dance with all the time.
After the dance, several in the club wanted to go to Shari's Restaurant for dessert. I wanted to go home but thought it'd be rude to not go along. Besides, Ginger wanted me to go and who was I to deny her the pleasure of my company. Maybe she'd want to send Eric home and accompany me to my house. Dreamer! Unfortunately, it didn't happen. I ended up going home alone after eating my caramel pecan pie. Oh, the sacrifices we must make!
When I got home, I went straight to Michelle's lingerie drawer again and pulled out her next silk nightie. That sweet perfume was a little weaker, but it still almost did me in. I was ready for the envelope this time and it didn't make it to the floor. I also wasn't afraid to open it, like the first one. It contained a short note: "Dear husband, I'm not sure whether to trust you or not. Did you wait a week, or go straight back to the drawer? If you went back to the drawer without waiting, close the damn drawer and go in the other room to calm down. Don't spoil the game. If you were a good boy and did wait, check the next nightie down, Michelle." Arghhh, she's killing me!
I put that gown under the other picture on Michelle's nightstand and pulled out the next one in the pile, being careful again to not let my precious envelope fall on the floor. I opened the folded stationery and read her note: "Sweetheart, you know how much I love you. Check under the big shoe box on my side of the closet. Love, your wife." It was followed by another happy face.
I didn't remember a big shoe box. She has lots of shoe boxes scattered around. I checked her closet and found several on the shelf over our clothes. One was a little bigger so I peeked under it. Sure enough, there was another, smaller manila envelope with a regular white one taped to the front. I knew the routine this time and opened the white one.
There were two pages of folded stationery. I started reading Michelle's neat handwriting, "Sweetheart, I've read the stories you've published and noticed one thing over and over again. You enjoy being jealous of other men with me. If you actually waited a week from the first envelope, you know that I'm with Brett now, very likely as you read this, making love with him, or dancing with him, or snuggled up in his arms sleeping, or just gazing into his eyes before our loving kiss. Whatever we're doing, you can be assured that I'll be loving it."
"I thought you should know a little more about the man than I'd told you about before. I told you that he was a fantastic lover that one night. If anything, I downplayed what it was like. Right now, writing this, my pussy is absolutely drenched from wanting him inside me. I've been imagining what our first time is going to be like and I can hardly wait. I know it's going to be like nothing else on earth."
"Ever since I met him, I wondered why he's still single. I've been insisting I can resist him, but the closer the time comes, the more I wonder if I can. Maybe he won't be single much longer, Hmm? I'm hopeful you and Diana are getting along as well as I'm expecting." What the fuck? Did she just tell me that she really fixed us up in case she left me? That really worked out well didn't it!
"You like to picture me making love with other men. I thought a picture of him would help you to visualize him making love with your loving wife, so I asked him to send me one. It's in the manila envelope if you want to see. I hope you do, I want you to see what a handsome man I'm making love with several times a day. I guess the fact that he's rich, charming and about every sexy adjective I can think of doesn't hurt either, does it? I'm going to have to take a break from writing this, I'm getting close to coming without even touching myself." If my Michelle is trying to make me jealous, it's damn well working! And what the hell is this statement that he might not be single much longer?
"I'm back, calmed down a little bit, but still horny! I guess that's what he wanted with making us stay away from each other that long. You should know that it's working, and very well!"
"When he sent the picture, he told me a little about the cruise. It's a honeymoon cruise with all adults and designed to be romantic. I'll be posing as his newlywed wife, Mrs. Brett McKenzie. I'm pretty sure I'll be wearing his wedding ring too. He said we'll be stopping at lots of romantic resorts as well."
"Now that you know what a sex god your wife is with while you read this, go ahead and check out his picture. Your loving and horny wife, Michelle."
Oh crap! How the hell am I supposed to process that? I know she's just pulling my chain...at least I think so. Crap, I didn't know what the hell to think after reading that! How the hell does little old Robert Fields, Building Official, compete with someone like that?
My hands were shaking again when I opened the manila envelope and took out the picture of Brett. Another little paper fell on the floor. Shit, she wasn't exaggerating even a tiny bit, he's damn good looking. If I had to think of someone people might relate to, I'd say he looked a lot like Mike Weatherly, of NCIS, except with a neatly trimmed beard, and little flecks of gray in his hair and beard. Damn, that's the guy I sent my wife off with on a romantic, month-long cruise. What a friggin idiot I am! And not a damn thing I can do about it now!
I picked up the little paper that fell on the floor. She'd written, "The beard? It tickles and feels so good 'down there'." Shit, not only was I scared beyond words again, but my cock was raging hard!
The thing was, especially now that I knew what he looked like, I hoped they were making love, maybe spooning, with him behind and Michelle's leg thrown back over him, his slippery cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
Before Michelle left, I checked the time zone of the Caribbean Islands. They're either two or three hours ahead of us, depending on exactly where they are. I realized that, since it's about ten-thirty here, this is about the time Brett could be taking my wife to bed with him after romancing her all evening on their "honeymoon". Yeah, about the time they'd likely be making love at this very instant!
I found Michelle's nightie, the one that had the note inside of it and rubbed it on my face, feeling the soft silk and smelled her sweet, sexy perfume that she was probably wearing in bed with Brett right then. I'd shaved right before the dance, so her nightie slid easily across my face without catching on a whisker.
Shit, I couldn't stop myself. I wrapped my hand around my cock, spreading the slippery pre-cum around and started masturbating myself with that vision in my mind; Brett and my wife in that position, one we both loved but didn't do often. Why didn't we, I wondered? His hand would be on her boob, pinching a nipple, or maybe on the inside of her thigh, pulling her leg further to open her up even more for him.
He was slipping so deep inside her, I knew a lot deeper than I could, rubbing against her g-spot with every deep plunge inside her. Ahhh, my hips started bucking with that vision in my head and I couldn't get rid of it, didn't want to get rid of it! My wife was humping back toward him urging him on, telling him how damned good it felt, that she was about to come. My cock was so slippery in my hand. I didn't want to come, but I knew I couldn't stop it then no matter what; Michelle started screaming and her body convulsed with spasms from her orgasm with him deep inside her. The fragrance from her silk nightie filled my soul. My cock exploded, and I felt my hot cum fill my hand. Then Brett stiffened and came deep inside Michelle's pussy, Ahhhh, I heard noises coming from deep inside me when I groaned, and I couldn't stop hearing Michelle's moans and that wailing sound she makes when she comes with Brett's cock inside her. Then it was over. My hand was gooey and hot with my cum.
I got up, stripped the bed, and put on clean sheets and a blanket. When I went back to bed, the bite of insecurity hit me. I'd satisfied my carnal instincts somewhat, but my insides were twisted into knots with a hopeless sense of insecurity and jealousy. I thought again, "How the hell do I compete with someone like that?" Would Michelle realize how far beneath her she'd married and how much better she could do, with the very man who was undoubtedly making love with her at that instant!
When I got up late the next morning, after very little sleep, my phone was blinking, trying to tell me there was a text waiting to be read. It was from Diana, "Date with Shaun last night. Thank you. Phil would approve."
I smiled in approval. I was happy for her and hoped it'd work out between them. She was a girl who deserved whatever happiness in life she could find. It did, however, shut off an avenue for me if my worst fears came true.
I'm not going to try and describe the angst I felt the next week for fear that it might get boring to read about. All I'll say is that it was a damn hard and long week! That last note from Michelle had left a huge, nagging doubt in my mind, an incredible longing for her, and, of course, the fear that the next time I saw her, she'd be permanently with another man. Agreeing to not having any avenue to contact my wife wasn't worth any amount of money!
I skipped square dancing on Friday night, I'd tolerated waiting all week, and after I got home from work, there wasn't any way I could wait a second longer to see what she had in store for me that week. Hell, it might even be the damn "Dear John" letter I'd been afraid of the first week. It almost seemed like she really was communicating with me from the cruise.
I found the third envelope in Michelle's lingerie drawer. This time, again, I was almost afraid to open it for fear what it might contain. I did, though, I obviously couldn't resist. It read, "My dearest Robert, I hope you enjoyed spending a week visualizing Brett making love with your wife over and over again. I'm guessing not as much as I enjoyed it all week. I know I'll be wondering how often you and Diana are sleeping together. If you want to move in with her until I get home (or something else), it's okay with me."
"For your little scavenger hunt this week, since we hardly ever watch a DVD, I'm trusting you likely haven't since I left. I want you to go turn the player on and press play. I've already adjusted the sound system, but you need to turn it on as well. I want you to have good, loud stereo sound. Watch and enjoy! Love, Michelle."
What the hell is that all about I wonder. What'd she do, rent me a porno or something? I guess she would've had to have bought it because it's been so long. It seemed like an eternity ago that I took her to the airport.
Michelle had obviously planned this all out well ahead of time because the remote for both the DVD player and sound system were sitting on top the DVD player where I could find them. Normally, on the rare occasion we watch something, we spend half an hour hunting for the elusive remotes.
I picked up the remotes, sat down in my recliner, turned them both on and hit "play". It took about five seconds for my jaw to drop open and exclaim, "Oh My God!" This was the video she'd told me about a month earlier. I'd completely forgotten about it. It was a porno all right, starring my wife and that shy kid, Jeremy! It was no wonder she'd wanted the volume turned up. I heard over and over again, "Harder, Jeremy harder!" He was yanking her head back and slamming his cock into her pussy. I tried to hold off, but my own cock was raging and I finally couldn't stop it any longer. I came, and came, and came! It was my first orgasm since the week before and watching my wife being fucked so thoroughly, it was a gigantic one. Michelle sure as hell hadn't exactly told me everything about that night!
Michelle was definitely the star of the show too. Whoever took it had shown Jeremy's cock sliding in and out of Michelle's pussy, but zoomed in on her face and that's what was filling our sixty-five-inch TV when her orgasm hit her. Technically, I was amazed at the quality you could get on a phone! It's a damn good thing we live in a house, rather than an apartment complex with the screams she made. There were four other naked people in the room as well. The video occasionally showed three of them, two girls and one guy, moving around watching my wife being fucked from behind. I could only assume the one taking the video was the other guy, probably naked too. I'd loved to have known what all had happened before the fuck-session. It seemed impossible for me to believe that this was the same kid we'd met in Ellensburg only a few weeks before this video had been made. It shut off after Jeremy collapsed on top of her.
I don't have any idea how to explain how I was feeling then. Other than my pictures and the new ones from two weeks earlier, this was the only time I'd seen my wife in nearly three weeks. Then to see her like this? It was just too much. I didn't even know how to react. I was trying to process in my mind what I'd seen when the video started again. Apparently, it had been recorded on the DVD repeatedly. I sat and watched the whole thing through again, then a third time before it actually ended. By then, my cock was hard all over again, like that first orgasm hadn't even happened.
Michelle said she didn't know it was being videoed. After watching it, I could understand why. She'd been solely pre-occupied with being fucked the whole time. Dammit, though, as turned on as they both were when it started, I wish they'd have had a video from the "before", during the strip poker game itself.
At that point, I suspected what the fourth envelope might lead me to somewhere in the house. I thought about going looking. If I found what I was looking for without it, would that be fair? I decided that no, I needed the diversion of the game to survive another week alone.
It was then that I really appreciated what Michelle had done for me. She'd undoubtedly thought I'd be spending days and nights with Diana while she was gone, but she also knew how much I'd miss her. She thought of this little game as a diversion to make it seem more like she was there with me. If only she'd known that there was no Diana, that this game was all I had to keep myself sane, she'd appreciate all the more what she'd done for me.
I was pretty sure that the fucking in the video was only a preview of her normal, every-day experience with Brett. The way she'd described him, it was probably several times a day, and she was enjoying him every bit as much as she had in that video. I only hoped she wasn't falling hopelessly in love with him. Not knowing that was literally killing me emotionally, and there were still two long weeks to go!
The following week, I started watching the reality TV show, "Naked and Afraid". The despair the participants feel when it starts getting closer to the end of the twenty-one days in the wilderness was a lot like mine. One big difference is that they know there's someone coming to pick them up if they make it through the entire time. They can also call it off if they have to. I didn't have anyone to call and say, "I've had enough, take me out of here." I was trapped in the hell I'd created for myself. I didn't know what was going to be left of my life afterward and had no possibility of knowing until it was truly over. Would it be without my life partner, Michelle? This was turning out to be an experience that I hadn't even imagined!
I thanked Michelle every day for the game she'd devised. It was exactly the diversion I needed to make it through another week, a stroke of pure genius! I realized that if I hadn't been a pervert and gone pawing around in her lingerie drawer, I'd never have discovered it. By the following Friday, I couldn't wait. I couldn't go to the square dance and finish the game later. This would be the last envelope. The following Friday after that, I expected Michelle to be home...at least I sure as hell hoped so!
I found the envelope at the bottom of the drawer, hidden inside that last silk negligee. Each of those was a reminder how badly I needed my wife home to be wearing them with me. I couldn't even imagine how good it was going to be to have her wearing one of those and be able to embrace her, to kiss her and make love with her! I was doing everything I could to put the possibility that that might never happen out of my mind!
I opened that last envelope. It read, "Sweetheart, we're getting closer. I wish I had some idea how I'm going to be feeling by the time you read this, or even if you've found and read them. It was easy enough for me to write about Diana in the beginning, but by now, I'm worried you'll have fallen so in love with her that you might not have room for me. In a way, I'd like to back out of our deal with Brett, but it's too late now." It's obvious that she was feeling a little like I am now, even before she left. These weren't put here a few days ago, they were here when she left. The note went on, "For your last hunt before I come home, check my printer. Love, Michelle." Her printer! Why the hell wouldn't I have thought to look at her printer? She has one and I have another one in my own room.
I took off for her room. There it was sitting there like it was just printed a few minutes ago. It had been there the last month in plain sight and I hadn't even thought to look in the most obvious place! What would I have done if I had found it, though? I needed this last diversion. I picked it up in shaking hands and sat down at her desk to read. It was a huge stack of papers, probably thirty or forty single-spaced pages. The first page was short, "Honey, this is everything that happened that night, except one tiny omission I made that I'll have to tell you about when I get home."
I lay that sheet aside and started reading. I read for the next forty-five minutes, all about the party; Michelle, Jeremy and two other couples playing strip poker together; about how horny she got; how she felt being undressed and the fun she had undressing other guys. I assumed she'd probably just have interacted with Jeremy, but I was wrong. Man, was I wrong! She hadn't had sex with another guy, but that was about the only thing she hadn't done.
When I finished reading, I was stone hard. I started reading at the beginning again. When I got to the point where Michelle gave Kirk the blow-job and he came in her throat, I took my own hand, spreading my pre-cum on my cock and made myself come.
My last envelope was on July 15th. The following week, I was a nervous wreck expecting to hear from Michelle every day. I really hoped to hear something from Diana to find out how things were going with Shaun before Michelle got home as well. By the time the next Friday came and went with no word, I was turning into a complete nervous wreck! I'd expected her home by then and still nothing! I was getting more and more scared that I'd lost her and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I still had no idea how to contact her.
I finally did get up the courage to call and ask Diana if she was seeing Shaun. I was glad I had, she sounded happy and told me, "I'm falling in love with him, he's so wonderful!" She told me, "Thank you," over and over again. I was so glad, and it took my mind off my own problems for a little while.
Every day, nearly every hour that passed without hearing from Michelle, was tearing a dagger through my heart. Tuesday evening, July 26th, when I got home from work there was an e-mail waiting for me. I couldn't believe it when I saw an e-mail from Brett. The subject line read simply, "Michelle". I sat looking at it, tears almost coming to my eyes. God, how I missed her! It had been the longest month of my life. Michelle had been gone for thirty-seven days now and I hadn't had a single word of contact from her since she checked into the hotel in Miami. I'd been nearly going out of my mind waiting to hear from her. She was already four days past the original thirty-three days total she was supposed to be gone. Now, instead of a phone call from her, I had an e-mail from her lover.
I was afraid to open it. I remembered so well what Kristen had told me, that Brett wanted my wife and was going to have her. Is that what this e-mail said? That she'd decided to stay with him? Maybe even divorce me and marry him? I'd never been so scared in my life looking at that e-mail. Was she afraid to call me, so Brett was just e-mailing me her farewell? No, I was certain Michelle wouldn't do that.
I sat at my desk looking at it, afraid to click on it, my hand shaking. Then I realized what it probably said. He'd be giving me exactly what I'd been waiting for; her flight number and time when she'd be home. Who was I trying to convince? I knew that wasn't what it said. My finger finally clicked on the message and I read it. "Michelle has agreed to stay another two weeks. Thank you for your patience and understanding."
What the hell was the man talking about, patience and understanding? I was about out of my mind! I sat, trying to calm myself down and think. He said two more weeks, not that she wasn't coming home. But where are they? What are they doing, other than the obvious; making love on a daily basis? I didn't have any way to contact her or find out anything. I knew that if I responded to his e-mail asking, he wouldn't reply back.
Then I had an idea. The woman I'd called asking about him when this all started a couple months ago. She'd know. I did a quick search of Michelle's e-mails and found the one where he gave us those references. Kristen Stone, I'll call her! I quickly dialed her number and got a recorded message, "Stone Enterprises, thank you for calling. Our business hours are eight A.M, to five P.M. Please leave a message." Crap, another sleepless night!
I needed to talk to someone, but who? I didn't want to burden Diana or Ginger with my problems, and I sure as heck couldn't talk to Jim or Joan, our square dance friends. They didn't know anything about our extended love life. I was right, no sleep that night, but morning finally did come. At five A.M, I tried calling Kristen again. This time their receptionist answered the phone and I asked for Kristen. "Hi, this is Kristen, may I help you?"
This time I'd been thinking about what to say to her. I'd had all night to think about it. "Hi, this is Robert from Kennewick, Washington. I talked to you a couple months ago about a young lady by the name of Amber."
"Ahh yes, I remember. How can I help you?"
"She's been with Brett for over a month now and I'm wondering if you've heard from him?"
"Actually, I have. He got home a couple days ago. He called me to let me know he's home and tell me that he's madly in love with her." Then she went on, "You're her husband, aren't you?"
I was having a little trouble thinking straight, even after thinking about this call all night. He's in love with her and she's staying with him another two weeks. "Yes, sorry about not telling you that before, but I was a little embarrassed. Now, I'm worried."
"You have every reason to be worried. He told me she hasn't agreed to stay with him yet, but he's certain she will. That's what the extra time is for."
I had no idea what to say or do. I sat for what seemed like forever without saying a thing. I was nearly in tears with frustration and fear. I finally asked her, "She doesn't have her phone. Is there any way I can get ahold of her?"
"Let me see what I can do. I'll call you back in a little bit."
I gave her my phone number and told her thank you. I called my office and left a message that I had an emergency come up and would be in a little late. Then I sat watching my cell phone, willing it to ring. At least I was doing something, and it sounded like I had a friend willing to help. An eternity later, actually an hour and fifteen minutes later, it rang.
I needed to talk to someone, but who? I didn't want to burden Diana or Ginger with my problems, and I sure as heck couldn't talk to Jim or Joan, our square dance friends. They didn't know anything about our extended love life. I was right, no sleep that night, but morning finally did come. At five A.M, I tried calling Kristen again. This time their receptionist answered the phone and I asked for Kristen. "Hi, this is Kristen, may I help you?"
This time I'd been thinking about what to say to her. I'd had all night to think about it. "Hi, this is Robert from Kennewick, Washington. I talked to you a couple months ago about a young lady by the name of Amber."
"Ahh yes, I remember. How can I help you?"
"She's been with Brett for over a month now and I'm wondering if you've heard from him?"
"Actually, I have. He got home a couple days ago. He called me to let me know he's home and tell me that he's madly in love with her." Then she went on, "You're her husband, aren't you?"
I was having a little trouble thinking straight, even after thinking about this call all night. He's in love with her and she's staying with him another two weeks. "Yes, sorry about not telling you that before, but I was a little embarrassed. Now, I'm worried."
"You have every reason to be worried. He told me she hasn't agreed to stay with him yet, but he's certain she will. That's what the extra time is for."
I had no idea what to say or do. I sat for what seemed like forever without saying a thing. I was nearly in tears with frustration and fear. I finally asked her, "She doesn't have her phone. Is there any way I can get ahold of her?"
"Let me see what I can do. I'll call you back in a little bit."
I gave her my phone number and told her thank you. I called my office and left a message that I had an emergency come up and would be in a little late. Then I sat watching my cell phone, willing it to ring. At least I was doing something, and it sounded like I had a friend willing to help. An eternity later, actually an hour and fifteen minutes later, it rang.
I picked it up and it was Kristen. She got right to the point, "Can you be here Friday evening?"
I didn't even hesitate to answer, "Yes."
"Good, I talked to Brett and he's anxious for me to meet his woman. He invited me to come over Friday. I told him I was meeting a friend and he said I could bring him. I hope you won't mind, but you're going to be my boyfriend unless you decide to tell him you're Michelle's husband."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Let me know when your flight gets in and I'll pick you up. You won't need a hotel reservation. I have a spare bedroom so you'll be staying with me."
I thanked her again and told her I would. As soon as we hung up, I called Ginger's cell phone, not even realizing it was still just a little after six in the morning. She sounded groggy when she answered. Obviously, I'd awakened her. I didn't even care at that point. I told her that I needed to be in Chicago Friday evening and asked if she could get me a ticket. Naturally, she thought of a detail I hadn't. "When do you want to come home?"
I hadn't even thought about that. "I guess Sunday, probably in the afternoon."
"This'll be out of Seattle. Do you want to drive or fly there?"
"I don't know. I guess if there are quick, connecting flights I could fly. Otherwise, I'll drive."
"I'll make some arrangements after I get to work and let you know." Her office didn't open until nine. So I waited, carrying my phone in my hand the whole time. Thank goodness, I'd thought to have it plugged in during the night. She must have gone to work early because it was eight-twenty when she called me back asking for my credit card information. I gave it to her and waited on the phone. A few minutes later she told me I was confirmed to fly out of Seattle at 2:43 P.M. and get into Chicago at 6:07 P.M. I don't remember what she told me about flights from Pasco to Seattle, but I figured I had to be doing something that day, and wouldn't be in any condition to work, so could drive instead.
I e-mailed the flight information to Kristen, along with a picture of me so she'd know which lonesome, single guy was me. Then I packed some clothes, my toothbrush and a razor into a single carry-on bag and decided I might as well go into the office and at least attempt to work a little bit.
The next two days were among the most torturous I ever remember. I went to work but know I didn't accomplish a darn thing. It was a darn good thing I had an understanding staff that was self-sufficient without me. I told them that Michelle had an emergency, but I couldn't leave until Friday, so they understood why they had to pick up my slack. I had a couple meetings with architects on some new buildings and managed to get through those, plus the occasional City resident who needed one thing or another, but my administrative duties and plans just had to wait until I was a little more level-headed.
Friday morning, I left a little after five in the morning, getting to the airport about three hours before I needed to. Those three hours with nothing to do, then another three hours to go through security and wait for the flight were among the longest six hours of my life. Thinking back, though, they were nothing compared to the hours after that last phone call with Michelle.
At least I felt like I was finally doing something to get my wife back. I'd taken my Kindle to have something to read but couldn't get past two words at a time before my mind wandered. It didn't take long to give up even trying. I have no idea how many miles I might have covered, wandering around the airport that day.
The plane landed at O'Hare International and I was anxiously watching for a single woman as I walked into the lobby area. I wished I had a picture of her but at least she had one of me. I stood with people milling all around me and watched as an attractive woman came my way. She was the picture of elegance, red hair in a tight bun, contrasting green pantsuit. I'd guess she was probably around fifty or so but very trim and attractive. As she got closer, she smiled and asked me, "Robert?"
"Yes, you must be Kristen."
She had a nice smile. "Very nice to meet you finally," she said. She offered me her hand in a hand-shake and asked if I had any more bags. I showed her my one and only. "Shall we go then?" she asked.
I told her I needed to use the restroom first. I've read so many stories of people fucking in the airline bathrooms that using one didn't appeal to me at all if I could avoid it. Except if it was with a pretty stewardess, that'd be okay. How's that for being a sexist pig?
Kristen and I walked to her car; a blazing orange, new-looking Corvette. I've been in nice cars before, but never anything like this! The leather seats and interior were unlike anything I'd ever seen before. When Kristen started the engine and I heard the gentle roar. Her car felt more like I'd imagine a space ship more than a car. If I hadn't been such a nervous wreck, I'd have enjoyed it immensely.
As she drove, Kristen explained the set-up for the evening. "After you called, I called Brett and asked him about his trip. He said he was anxious for me to meet his new girlfriend and invited me over tonight. I told him I couldn't because I had a friend flying in. He insisted that I could bring my friend as well. That way he won't be suspicious that you're really there to see Michelle unless you want to let him know, but I don't think it would be a good idea." Then she suggested that we still needed a cover story on how we met and asked what I did for a living. I explained to her that I'm a City Building Official.
She grinned, "Perfect. I just built a plastics factory in St Louis. We met there." She paused a little, then asked me, "How about if you were one of the architects?"
I'd worked with architects and around construction my whole career, so that sounded perfect to me. "I could do that. Tell me a little about your building in case he asks." She spent the next ten or fifteen minutes giving me enough information that I could sound reasonably intelligent about it if the subject ever came up.
When she finished, I looked at her and couldn't help but ask, "Kristen, you're his friend. Why are you doing this for me?"
She glanced at me and said, "You seem like a nice guy and I don't want Brett to take another man's wife."
"I can't tell you how grateful I am." I was curious about something, so asked her, "That first time I called you, did you know I was her husband then?"
She laughed. "There wasn't a doubt in my mind! What husband would leave something like that to another man?" She looked over at me again with kind of a quizzical look on her face. "But I still don't understand why you'd send your wife off for that long with another man, that you knew would try to take her away from you."
"I trust her." Then I explained that Michelle has had a free rein to see other men over the last couple years and gotten more and more adventurous. "Then a few months ago, she told me that she had this fantasy to be a high-class escort. She quit her job, set up a website and started meeting different men in Seattle for fifteen hundred dollars a night. She actually only met two; one of them was Brett."
Kristen seemed surprised at that, "Oh really! He never told me how he met her, just that she was the most incredible woman he'd ever met." She glanced my way, "I guess from the way you sounded on the phone the other day, and the fact you rushed out here, your trust is wavering a little?"
I hesitated before answering, "Yeah, I'll admit that. I've been scared ever since she left." I didn't want to admit to her the panic I felt that night over a month ago. "I managed to get through it, but when I got the e-mail that she'd be another two weeks, I couldn't take it any longer and had to do something."
How did you feel about your wife being a, umm, a prostitute?"
I thought about my answer a little but, "I haven't really thought about it that way. I know that's true but she's doing it more because she likes it. She loves romance and being with other men and this was a fantasy of hers' that grew from that." Kristen waited while I paused because she knew I wasn't done explaining. "If she were out on the street trying to pick up a guy to take her into a crappy hotel room and fuck her for fifty dollars I'd have said no way. But the way she set it up, always a dinner or dancing, wearing sexy clothes then spending the night together I liked what she was doing."
"You're a strange man, Robert. Most men would be hyper-jealous and probably be getting a divorce."
"Who's to say I'm not hyper-jealous. I am. But that's part of what makes it fun. She knows how to stoke my jealousy and she loves doing it... and I have to admit that I do too."
"I wonder how she gets along with Brett then. He's a very possessive man. When he and I first became intimate, he was adamant that I didn't go out with anyone else."
"And now, what happened since then? You're obviously going to have another man in his house."
"We weren't right for each other. We grew apart sexually and are just good friends now. I sleep with him once in a while when we're both lonely. Or at least I did before he met Michelle. But we haven't had sex together for a long time. It's just been a good friendship.
As we were talking, a thought occurred to me. "If you knew so soon I was her husband, are you sure Brett won't figure it out too?"
She took one of my hands in hers, kissed it and very sweetly said, "We'll just have to make sure he doesn't, won't we sweetheart."
The longer she drove, the more I became a nervous wreck. I had no idea what to expect. Would Michelle be angry, glad to see me, no reaction at all? Was I too late? Maybe she'd already agreed to stay with him.
I couldn't help but notice the surroundings. I'd always assumed Chicago was either high rise downtown buildings or slums. I never expected the beautiful, green area we were now driving through. It was a little out in the suburbs; big, beautiful houses with park-like greenery all around. Kristen drove into a curving driveway to the front of a gorgeous two-story brick house. The front lawn looked more like a small park than lawn.
She stopped, turned the engine off and looking at me said, "We're there. Your wife's right inside. I took a deep breath, opened the car door and walked around to the other side to escort Kristen inside. I couldn't forget that I wasn't there to see anyone. I was there simply as Kristen's current boyfriend and lover.
We walked to the door and Kristen knocked. I was both looking forward and scared to death of what was on the other side. A man opened the door. I recognized Brett from the picture Michelle had given me. He was even better looking in real life than the picture. From his physical appearance, I could understand why Michelle would be attracted to him, other than the beard. Michelle hadn't ever shown any interest in men with a beard before, but apparently, she liked his. He was a little taller than me, physically fit like he probably exercised a lot; broad shoulders, slim waist. His hair was dark with a little graying around the edges. His beard and mustache were very neatly trimmed.
Brett and Kristen embraced and kissed cheeks like long lost friends. She stepped back and introduced me as Robert, her friend from St Louis, one of her architects. Brett had a very pleasant smile and shook hands with me warmly. I'd come here with the pre-conceived idea to dislike this guy intensely. It almost felt like my husbandly duty, but I couldn't help but like the guy a little already. He closed the door behind us, then called, "Michelle, sweetheart, come and meet our guests." Just hearing her name made me quiver with the anticipation.
I couldn't help but notice him calling her, "sweetheart" like she was already his. Of course, they had been together for the last six weeks. I held my breath waiting for my wife to step into the entry. When she stepped around the corner, she took my breath away. So damn beautiful, even more so than I'd remembered. I'm not sure I'd have recognized her if I saw her on the street. Her hair was a golden blonde and styled completely different than I'd ever seen. It had little tendrils curled around her face. She's always tanned but nothing like she was now. Her skin had a beautiful, bronze tan. She was wearing a bikini top and loose fitting, very thin sarong wrapped around her waist leaving one leg exposed to her hip.
She stopped momentarily when she saw me and it was a good thing Brett was looking toward us, rather than her. Her eyes got wide and her facial expression would have given me away for sure. I couldn't look away but gave her a little wink and put my arm around Kristen pulling her close to me.
By the time Brett looked around toward her, she'd recovered and her face was once again neutral. He told her, "Michelle, this is my longtime friend Kristen and her friend, Robert."
Kristen stepped toward her and gave her a hug, saying, "You're every bit as beautiful as Brett said."
Michelle's smile lit up the room like it always has and told her, "Thank you. Brett's told me a lot of wonderful things about you too." Brett looked over at his woman, my wife, with obvious pride in his eyes and gripped her around the waist, pulling her close to him.
Michelle took my hand in a handshake telling me she's glad to meet me. I wanted to pull her toward me and wrap my arms around her, but only gripped her hand a brief moment, saying, "I'm sorry, Brett said your name's Michelle?"
"Yes, and yours is Robert. I remembered."
I don't know how to describe the emotions going through my head at that time. I was standing there, looking at my wife with another man holding her, a man who she'd been living with for over a month and trying hard to not show any emotion. I wanted so badly to take her in my arms and kiss her beautiful lips but knew I couldn't. Obviously, she knew I didn't want to reveal that I was her husband, as I was posing as Kristen's boyfriend and had my arm around her waist pulling her tight to me.
Michelle and I have had many sexual adventures over the last couple years, but nothing to compare with this! She'd literally become another man's wife. If not in reality, then in spirit. Fear gripped me that I'd lost her to this man, then to my shame I felt a huge tent pole hardening in my pants as my warped brain tried to process how many times they'd made love together over the last month.
I wished I knew what was going through Michelle's head at the moment. Did she want to break away from Brett and embrace me or was she horrified that I was there? We were both hiding our emotions from the others in the room. I couldn't help but glance at her body, one leg exposed by the sarong up to her bikini bottom. She still had on the anklet, her beautiful body was trim and fit, maybe even more so than before. I was having a hard time digesting the blond hair and blue eyes. How the hell had she changed her eye color to blue?
Brett invited us in, a big smile on his face. His house looked more like something out of Home and Garden magazine than a home. It was huge, beautiful and impossibly clean! As we walked to his family room, the first thing I couldn't help but notice was the big, round, totally open fireplace in the center of the room. It must have been six feet in diameter with a big, copper hood and chimney suspended over it; the second thing was the big window-wall on one side. The entire wall was a window, floor to ceiling. There was still a little light outside and I could tell it was beautiful; his back yard had a big, lighted pool. My eyes strayed from my wife to notice the paintings on the wall and the bronze statues on little stands. I suspected none of it came from a store like Ranch and Home in Kennewick! I've been in lots of nice homes in Kennewick as an inspector, but nothing like this one.
We sat on matching leather couches, situated to look out through that big window-wall. Kristen and I sat on the bigger couch; and Michelle and Brett on the love seat, Brett's hand resting on Michelle's bare thigh. In order to reinforce that Kristen and I were an item, she took my hand in hers and placed them on her lap, rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb as if it were an instinctive, intimate gesture.
Kristen and Brett both started talking at the same time, eliciting a laugh from both.
Finally, Kristen quit laughing and said to Brett, "I want to hear all about your trip, but first tell me all about your beautiful young lady."
I saw that look of pride once again on his face, but I was focused on Michelle's face. She was looking at Brett, but I suspected watching me out of the corner of her eyes, the same as I was her. I've mentioned before how her smile can light up an entire room and it was doing so now. "She's the most wonderful person I've ever met," he told Kristen.
I wondered if Kristen had any jealousy toward Michelle, but if so, she didn't show it. There certainly was on my part! I wanted my wife next to me. I wanted to hold her, touch her, kiss her, make love to her! Brett went on, "We had the most fabulous time. I think it was the best month of my life! Taking her with me on that trip was the best thing I've ever done."
Kristen's next question was directed at Michelle, "And you, young lady, what do you do?"
"I'm a legal assistant at a law firm." Just hearing Michelle's voice again was music to my ears! "At least I was. They weren't very happy with me for taking the time off." She was using her old law firm as a cover story, rather than admitting what she'd been doing when Brett met her.
Brett broke in, "I'm hoping she doesn't need to go back. I'm trying to talk her into staying with me."
Michelle kissed him on the cheek, "He's so sweet. I'm still thinking about his offer." Then my Michelle blushed a little bit. She actually blushed! "I guess he's not always sweet. Sometimes, he's just sexy!"
I wondered if that last was meant specifically for my ears, to turn me on. It's what she does. She knows how much it turns me on when she talks about being with another man.
We spent the next couple hours talking about their trip, the different islands they'd stayed on, the cruise ships they'd taken in their island hopping and so on. It all seemed mundane to me. I wanted to hear the details, how Brett had made love with her, what she'd worn to entice him, how much she'd enjoyed it. And I wanted to hear about it while she was making love with me back home, in our house! I was almost afraid that might never happen.
The whole time we talked, I noticed Brett's hand stroking higher on her thigh until it was tight against her bikini bottom. In spite of the situation, or maybe because of it, my cock was throbbing inside my pants. I was so horny, I was afraid I'd burst sitting on Brett's couch! I was glad I'd worn slacks and a fairly long shirt that would hide my erection.
The ease between Michelle and Brett, in his house, with me as simply a visitor was heart-wrenching, to say the least. It was like they were already a newly married couple, madly in love with each other. I had no idea how I was going to be able to maintain the charade the next two days. I simply had to have a long, private talk with my wife!
It was a little after midnight when Kristen said that it had been a long day and we needed to go. She looked at me longingly, like she had very definite plans she wanted to attend to when we were alone, back at her house. I thought to myself that it was unfortunate that it was an act. I was starting to like her.
Brett said, "Why do you need to go? We have an extra bedroom and you have some extra clothes here. Why don't you stay the night? We can go swimming and have some fun tomorrow."
Kristen looked at me inquiringly. We hadn't intended to sleep together and staying would force that issue. I told her, "That's up to you. I'm yours for the weekend."
Brett obviously assumed the issue was settled. He told Kristen, "You can have the bedroom next to ours. I've already put your things in there."
Kristen nodded and we all got up to retire to our bedrooms. I wondered how I'd sleep knowing that this guy would be making love with my wife in the room right next to me.
The bedrooms were up a curved stairway, then off a balcony that was open to the living room below. Even the guest room was immense, with a king size bed and satin sheets. Who the hell puts a king size bed and satin sheets in the guest room! It had its own bathroom and dressing room. After we relieved ourselves, Kristen sat down on the bed next to me asking, "Are you okay with this? I know this wasn't part of the plan." I knew she was referring to our sleeping together.
"I'll be fine if you don't mind. I'll stay on my side of the bed."
She nodded and went into the dressing room to change and in a few minutes re-appeared. She was wearing a long, silky looking gown that left very little to the imagination. She'd kept on her panties and bra, although they were skimpy and sexy. "I'm sorry," she said, "this is the only thing I have here to wear."
She was a gorgeous woman. She's obviously very careful to take care of her body. I was already under the sheets so she couldn't see how hard my cock was. "It's fine, you're a beautiful woman and should dress so you're comfortable."
She climbed into bed next to me and pecked me on the cheek. "Thank you, I like you too. Good night." Then, she rolled over on her side away from me. I lay on my back trying not to think about the woman next to me and how long it had been since I'd made love, over seven weeks. I strained my ears, trying to hear anything coming from the other bedroom, sure that I could hear an occasional light moan, but nothing more. I felt kind of incredulous, thinking how I'd gotten myself into this situation: My wife sleeping with a man who she'd been living with, who had no idea her husband was in the house; and me in the next bedroom sleeping with a woman I'd only just met.
I lay in bed, trying to listen for sounds coming from the adjacent room. Apparently, Kristen falls asleep quickly because it was only a few minutes until her breathing seemed to change to something deeper and slower. I started hearing moaning getting louder, becoming almost unbearable to hear.
I'd have thought the house would have better sound-proofing between bedrooms. I listened to the groaning and love-making noises coming from the master bedroom for an interminable time; five minutes, fifteen minutes, time didn't seem to have any meaning listening to my wife and her lover. I was almost mad with jealousy, arousal, scared, and other emotions that I can't even begin to describe.
I wanted to pull the pillow over my head so I couldn't hear my wife's groans while Brett made love with her, but couldn't. The noises from both their mouths became more pronounced and I could almost feel the shift in the room as this man unloaded his hot cum deep inside my wife.
My cock was completely rock hard from listening. The last time I'd been with a woman was with Diana so long ago. I was aching to let myself come, but I didn't want the embarrassment of cum-soaked sheets.
I was nearly in tears, fearing that I'd lost my wife to this man, but the eroticism of what I had heard was over-riding my fears. I kept hearing Michelle's voice in my head, "I love you and I'll never leave you, no matter what." I knew she was able to love and show love to more than one man and I had my faith in her to cling to.
I was surprised a few minutes later when I felt Kristen reach behind her and take my hand in hers and squeeze for just a moment. Apparently, she'd been awake, listening to their love-making the same as I had been. The last thing I remembered that night was Kristen squeezing my hand.
Speaking of Kristen, she was gone in the morning when I awoke. I was in that big bed, alone and lonesome. I got up, jumped in the shower, brushed my teeth and pulled on some casual clothes out of my suitcase. I didn't even remember bringing my suitcase in out of the car, but obviously, I had. When I was dressed and had prepared myself emotionally to face the day...and my wife, I took a deep breath and walked out onto the balcony. I heard voices and followed them downstairs to the dining room.
Kristen and Brett were sitting at the breakfast bar and my wife was at the stove cooking ham and eggs, dressed in a short, silky looking robe, tied at her waist. It seemed strange to see her cooking breakfast. At home, I was the morning cook, often taking Michelle breakfast in bed on the weekends. When I glanced at her, depending on how she turned, I could see her nightgown, undoubtedly the same one she'd worn while making love with Brett. That brought back the stark sounds of their lovemaking into my mind.
"Good morning sleepyhead," I heard from a chorus of voices.
I responded in kind, taking one of the chairs at the bar next to Kristen where a place had already been set for me. Michelle's was at the opposite end next to Brett. She glanced over at me, giving me that dazzling smile before returning to her cooking. That brief smile meant more to me that morning than all the valuables in the world would have!
When we sat to eat, Brett said to me, "After breakfast, I thought I'd show you around and let the ladies have a little time to get to know each other."
I'd rather have spent time with the ladies, one in particular, but instead replied to him, "Great. I'd love to see the rest of your place."
We all made small, inconsequential talk during breakfast. I complimented Michelle on what a fantastic cook she was and she very graciously acknowledged my compliment, obviously pleased with herself. My eyes couldn't help but keep glancing at her, visualizing her spending the night in Brett's arms.
After breakfast, we all helped clean the dishes and kitchen. Then I followed Brett as he showed me the rooms to the house. I don't think I'd ever been in one quite like it before. It was two stories, three bedrooms, the other bedroom very similar to the one Kristen and I had slept in. It had high, arched ceilings with heavy wooden beams, the family room we'd seen the night before, Brett's den, an exercise room, another play room with a beautiful, oak pool table, an entertainment room with at least a 70" TV on one wall with several easy chairs for comfortable viewing. He said it also had a sound system built-in.
Then he showed me upstairs and into his bedroom, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say "their" bedroom. The rest of the house was very masculine, with the heavy walnut and leather furniture and massive beams supporting the roof. This room was much the same but had its feminine features as well, most noticeably the lingering odor of Michelle's perfume, the same as I'd found in her lingerie drawer. The massive bed was covered with a frilly looking bed-spread and probably had silk sheets. It too, had one wall nearly all window and open to the outside greenery and pool, with an outdoor deck spreading the full length of the room.
Perhaps the most interesting feature in the room was the mirror situated on the ceiling above the bed, a couple feet larger than the bed on all sides. I wondered how many times the man standing beside me had made love with my wife under that mirror.
Was that to be her future? I felt like I'd pushed Michelle out of an airplane without a parachute and there was no way of stopping her fall into his life any more than there was of stopping gravity. I was deathly afraid that if I interfered with that free-fall that it would damage our relationship permanently no matter how she landed. All I could hope for was that my being there would remind her that we had a life back in little Kennewick, Washington.
Of course I looked around at what Brett was offering and her other life seemed to come up short. My thoughts returned to Brett's tour, reminding me of how much more he could offer. He was obviously proud of his house and I could understand why. It was beautiful! When he took me outside, I was stunned. His back yard was immense, with trees and the greenest, most meticulously groomed lawn I'd ever seen. It yearned to be walked on with bare feet! There was a small stream wandering around the yard with two stone, arched bridges and a beautiful waterfall into a small pond. Apparently, it had been set up to pump the water from the pond back to the start of the stream, probably with in-line filters as the water was crystal clear. Centered in the lawn was a beautiful, kidney-shaped pool filled with sparkling clean water. Overall, it was about the most beautiful yard I'd ever seen and probably was at least an acre in size.
"It's a beautiful day and I thought we could go for a swim a little later when it warms up," he suggested.
I told him I'd love to, but I hadn't brought a swimsuit. He said he had several and I could borrow one. It did sound like fun so with the suit problem resolved, I readily agreed. I was looking forward to spending the day, hoping that there'd be an opportunity to speak to Michelle alone.
Alas, the alone time never came. When we'd finished the tour, Michelle and Kristen had dressed, Michelle in a pair of Capri slacks and a loose fitting top that mostly hid her figure. She was still alluring with her hair tied back into a ponytail with a flower clasp on one side. She hadn't put on any makeup but her natural beauty was more than adequate.
We visited quite a bit more, learning about each other. Michelle told true stories from her law work that I'd already heard but enthralled Kristen and Brett. I acted as if I'd never heard them as well. I learned a lot about Kristen's plastics firm, and I gave a little of my own history and stories, stretching the truth just a bit to pretend to be from St Louis, rather than Kennewick, Washington.
When Brett suggested it was time for a swim, we all agreed. He found me a suit and Kristen and I went to our room to change; Michelle and Brett to their room. It was still feeling so weird being in a house where my wife was another man's woman.
When Kristen came out of the dressing room in her one-piece suit, I couldn't help but whistle my appreciation for her. She was gorgeous and sexy with her suit coming high on her thighs and a lace-up front.
Michelle and Brett were already at the pool, in a couple lounging chairs when Kristen and I made our appearance. Michelle was reclined with a pair of dark glasses, her suit more a thong than a bikini. It barely covered her private area and had a couple thin straps around her waist tied in kind of a crossing pattern. Her top was just as skimpy with the same type of strap design around her sides.
When Kristen and I arrived, both Brett and Michelle got up and slipped into the pool. We followed right behind them. The water was just the right temperature, cool enough to feel a little brisk but comfortable after a couple minutes.
Once we were in the pool, Brett's sole attraction was my wife. It seemed that he was hers as well. They'd splash each other, dunk each other, then kiss like love-struck teens. God, my wife was so beautiful in that little suit and I was aching, wanting her so badly. Kristen and I spent a lot of the time together, doing much the same things but I kept Michelle in the corner of my eyes, not wanting to miss a second. I can float on my back like a cork and love it. But it's kind of hard when you have a pole in your pants poking up in the air so I had to avoid floating.
I was enjoying being with Kristen but my heart was on the other side of the pool where Brett was all over my wife and I saw her swimsuit bottom floating away. My eyes opened wide and I looked again. It was definitely the bottom of her swimsuit I saw floating a few feet from them. Michelle was giggling and I couldn't see what was happening under the water. Then, as I watched, Michelle climbed up the ladder out of the pool with Brett right behind her. Her waist was definitely naked. The two of them ran, holding hands, to the grass about ten feet from the edge of the pool.
Michelle got down on the grass on her hands and knees, laughing at something Brett had said. Brett hurriedly pushed his swimsuit down and was on his knees right behind her. God, he was big! No damn wonder Michelle liked fucking with the guy! Almost before my mouth could drop open he'd shoved inside her, pushing her face down on the grass with his thrust. He put his hands on her hips and started thrusting in and out of her and I could hear her groans all the way where Kristen and I were standing, watching in awe. Kristen was holding my hand tightly, seemingly aware of the emotional turmoil I was feeling.
I hadn't been with my wife for over two months. Watching her frolicking with her lover in the pool, then this, was nearly more than I could take. I still hadn't had any chance to talk to her and her words from the night before when Brett said he wanted her to stay with him came back to haunt me, "I'm definitely thinking about it."
Michelle turned over on her back, opening her legs wide and taking his cock in her hand to guide it to her pussy. Once he was at her pussy lips, gripped both her arms and pinned them above her head while he pushed himself inside her. I was mesmerized watching this guy fucking my wife that I hadn't been with for so long. He held himself above her, looking into her eyes as he took long, deep strokes in and out of her pussy. Michelle spread her legs as far apart as she could and gazed up into his face, bucking her hips into him with every thrust. It was like they were daring each other to come first. This little scene seemed to go on forever, him plunging his cock into her, seemingly longer and harder with each stroke. He was literally pushing her body a couple inches every time his cock found her depths. It seemed like every stroke, I heard an unintelligible, "Unh" from Michelle. A couple times I heard Michelle's voice all the way to the other end of the pool, "Harder you bastard!" Or some similar language.
I was about to go out of my mind with a combination of lust and jealousy. I wanted to be fucking my wife instead of watching this other guy fuck her. And fucking is exactly the right word for what Brett was doing to her. They weren't making love, they were fucking. I wanted to close my eyes, shutting out the scene in front of me, but couldn't.
I remember that Kristen had been holding my hand earlier but at that point, I didn't even realize she was there. I was simply mesmerized by the scene unfolding on the other side of the pool. I remembered what Michelle had told me when we'd first decided to take Brett up on his offer for a Caribbean cruise, "I'll definitely enjoy the fucking." She was certainly keeping up that part of the bargain!
Michelle finally gave first. She started to scream, her body shuddering and her head thrashing back and forth, losing the war of will with Brett. When she came, I remembered from my distant past what it felt like to be inside her, and I felt the orgasm coming in my own cock. I grabbed myself over my swimsuit with my free hand and couldn't stop pumping myself until I was drained. My legs turned to butter afterward and if not for Kristen beside me, still tightly holding my hand, I'd likely have sunk under the water and drowned. I hoped Brett didn't mind a little cum in his pool. I'd closed my eyes for those few moments and when I opened them again Brett and Michelle lay on the grass, snuggling and kissing.
I was scared. I knew I'd put my wife in this situation. She was with her lover and enjoying every second, probably even enjoying tormenting me. I'd been there for nearly twenty-four hours and we still hadn't spoken much more than a "Hi, good morning." I knew that she didn't want to let on to Brett that we knew each other but not being able to talk with her was almost killing me. Then watching the two of them fucking like this was nearly more than I could take.
I've said in these stories several times that the fear of losing my wife was part of my turn-on in her having an affair with another man. That's been so true and still was. This fear was nearly all consuming. Yes, watching her with him was incredibly erotic. I'd just had a mind-blowing orgasm watching her. I know that Michelle has told me many times that she loves me and will always come home to me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I may have been watching the end of our marriage. Even with that, I was already starting to get hard again from what I'd witnessed.
In my reverie, I heard Kristen saying, "Are you okay?"
I looked over at her, smiling at me. "No, but I'll survive." I was grateful to her. She could have been saying, "I told you so." But she simply held my hand giving me the emotional support I needed at that moment.
Brett jumped back in the pool and retrieved Michelle's swimsuit bottom, taking it to her. She put it on and they walked hand-in-hand to the bathhouse. Kristen and I followed.
He had two sets of showers, one for men and one for women, much like a public pool would have. This time, though, the showers seemed to have the names Brett/Michelle on one and Robert/Kristen on the other. I watched the two of them go into one of the showers and let Kristen have the other first. My imagination took over, visualizing the scene that was likely happening in the other shower.
After we all had washed the chlorine off and dressed, Michelle started to make some sandwiches for lunch. The whole time she was trying to work, Brett was snuggling her. She'd tip her head to the side, letting him nibble on her neck or her ear. Occasionally, she'd turn her face to him, and they'd kiss. His hands were constantly all over her body as well. She'd put on a relatively short and thin summer dress, and his hands were under it caressing her skin all the way up and over her breasts, pulling her dress up showing off her thong underwear. It was more than evident that she was enjoying every second of his attention.
She finally playfully shooed him into the other room so she could carry the ham and cheese sandwiches into the living room where we were waiting. Michelle sat down next to Brett, pulling her legs up under her, and snuggled tightly to him. While we ate, they described a little more of their cruise.
The cruise ship they were on was specifically intended for honeymooning couples, so everything was geared toward romance. There weren't any children on board, so no limitations on risqué clothing. Michelle fetched a couple of the dresses she'd worn to show us, and it certainly was a good thing there weren't any children. They looked like you'd expect an ultra-sexy starlet to wear at the Oscars. Brett was beaming with pride at his beautiful girlfriend.
Apparently, they'd only spent part of the time cruising, and much of it renting several little villas on romantic, hidden away beaches where they didn't need to wear clothing at all if they didn't want. And, according to Brett, quite often, they didn't want.
Kristen told the story we'd fabricated how we met working on her building in St Louis and made up some fables about our whirlwind romance. I added several juicy little details as they came to mind. I was almost wishing they were real, it sounded like so much fun. We were sitting on the loveseat at right angles from Brett & Michelle's couch and as we were telling our tale, stole occasional kisses from each other to make it seem more like we were a real, romantic couple. If it hadn't been for my nervousness about Michelle and Brett, I'd have enjoyed the afternoon very much.
I still hadn't had any opportunity to talk to my wife and watching their interaction as a couple in new love was making me more nervous by the second. It was apparent there was no faking...that they were clearly in love with each other and savoring their new relationship.
Watching Brett and Michelle making love was one thing, but watching them during the day, obviously in love with each other and not having any opportunity to talk with Michelle was driving me completely out of my mind.
Early in the evening, after we'd been sitting, flirting and mildly making out most of the afternoon, Brett suggested we go out for dinner, then a little dancing. The rest of us agreed.
Brett and I dressed in our rooms first. I hadn't brought many clothes but had brought my best shirt that I knew Michelle loved on me and thought was sexy. Every time I wore it, she wanted to run her hands all over my body. It'd seemed perfect for this trip. I finished dressing and waited in Brett's family room, visiting with Brett, while we waited for our ladies to join us.
Unfortunately, I realized I liked the guy. I could understand why Michelle had fallen for him the first time she'd met him, and even harder after spending all this time with him. He was witty, the conversationalist I'd always wanted to be, extremely friendly and extremely good looking. He seemed to have everything I didn't. It was also pretty obvious why he could develop professional relationships with his clients.
Kristen was ready first. She looked fantastic in her little black dress, coming just above her knees. It had little shoulder straps and was just translucent enough to show the black bra underneath it. Any man could go out with her with pride! It amazed me that she didn't have an entire stable of men eager to seduce her. I supposed that she likely presented a completely different persona as the CEO/owner of her business, and men were too intimidated by her professionalism. Their loss!
When Michelle walked down the stair, it was completely different. She had on a shimmering red dress, thin like tissue paper but totally opaque, revealing every nook and cranny of her body, especially the outline of her breasts and nipples. When she got to the bottom of the stairs and turned, it was backless with crisscrossed straps holding it tight on her. There was a faint outline of what appeared to be thong panties underneath it.
The combination of that dress; her blond hair in ringlets around her face; blue eyes with dark, smoky make-up; ruby red lips and gorgeous body; and that exotic perfume she was wearing, I was afraid that any second I might pass out. I could hardly hold back from rushing over and taking my wife in my arms. It was nearly impossible to stand with no emotion showing on my face and watch her go straight to Brett with a long, lingering kiss on his lips.
Brett took Michelle in his arms and led the way out to his driveway, with Kristen and me following, the two of us holding hands with our fingers intertwined like lovers. A long, sleek Hummer limo waited in his driveway. Brett opened the back door and the two ladies climbed in. Michelle sat in the back seat and Kristen in the forward seat that was facing backward. Brett and I climbed in afterward, sitting next to our respective dates. I couldn't help but glance down, but Michelle was holding her knees tightly together hiding the view I was hoping to get a glimpse of. Her dress was very high on her thighs, though, well above the lacy top of her silky stockings.
Brett opened the little bar beside him and poured each of us a small drink with ice. I didn't see what kind of alcohol it was but it was no doubt expensive. Brett clinked my glass and did a little toast, "To two beautiful and wonderful ladies."
Before taking my drink, I looked into Kristen's eyes and replied, "I can't agree with him more." Even though Kristen was about ten years older than me and Michelle, she was an incredible looking woman, and obviously very intelligent, being the owner and CEO of a very successful company. In reality, though, I was speaking to Michelle through Kristen.
Michelle did her own toast, looking at Brett, "To one of the sexiest men on the planet!" Well, at least she'd said "one of" the sexiest. I presumed that I was the other.
Kristen raised her glass to me, saying, "To the man I've been waiting for all my life." I blushed at that, we hardly knew each other. We met the evening before, slept together a total of one night and made love a total of zero times. Perhaps she was trying to make Michelle jealous.
After our toasts, Brett kissed Michelle with a long, lingering kiss on her lips. I ached to kiss my wife but instead kissed Kristen's soft, sweet lips.
Brett told us, "I made a reservation at my favorite restaurant, Bavettes. I know Michelle's never been there." Then he looked directly at me, "Robert, have you?"
I almost blurted out that this had been the first time I'd ever been in Chicago, much less a particular restaurant. Before I said it, I remembered that I was Kristen's guy-friend so had most likely been in Chicago before. I simply answered him, "No, I haven't had the pleasure yet."
I'd lost track of time, so have no idea how long it took us to get to Bavettes. I suppose it doesn't really matter. Brett and I both spent the time snuggling and kissing our women on the way. I'll admit that my attention was mostly on Michelle and how she was so clearly intoxicated, under Brett's charm. As I've said before, jealousy is like a powerful aphrodisiac to me and the extreme jealousy had been flowing ever since we'd arrived at their house last night. I was shocked to realize I was even relating to Brett's house as my wife's as well.
Once we stepped through the door of Bavette's, it was apparent why Brett thought so highly of it. It was different than anything I'd ever seen before. I don't even know how to describe it. It was dark, cozy and very romantic, with real candles burning on the tables for much of the light, along with the fantastic chandeliers spread around the room, but set very dim. The impeccably dressed host knew Brett by sight and seated us in one of the back booths where we'd have as much privacy as possible. The booth was scrumptious leather seating, totally different than any other restaurant I'd ever been in.
Brett asked me if I liked Scotch. Umm, I had no idea, never tasted it. "I love it," I told him. Both Michelle and Kristen enthusiastically agreed. He ordered the four of us a Macallan 18 year, double. I had absolutely no clue what that might be. I live in a completely different world! They arrived in large, amber colored, stem glasses that were undoubtedly expensive themselves. I may not have known what the drink itself was, but it was pretty clear what the "double" meant.
When the waiter brought our drinks, he asked Brett, "Would you like to order sir, or would you like menus?"
Britt answered, "I know what I want." Then he asked Michelle and Kristen if they'd like a menu. Obviously, he'd been he and Kristen had been because they both knew what they wanted Michelle asked to see a menu. I asked the waiter what kind of steaks they had?
"Sir, our Chicago ribeye is the very best steak in the City." That sounded good to me, so told him that's what I'd like. He went through the normal litany of salad, type of potato, type of vegetable and so on.
Kristen ordered the broiled salmon, Michelle the petite filet mignon, and Brett another Chicago ribeye. Then Brett shocked the hell out of me, he ordered an appetizer of roasted bone marrow. I about puked on the table right then and there! He added what sounded like salmon tartair or something like that. I never saw the menu to see exactly what it was.
While we waited for our food, I couldn't take my eyes off my beautiful wife and the sexy, obviously very expensive dress she was wearing. I tried to imagine her out with friends in such a dress at home and simply couldn't. I remembered the transparent blouse Michelle had worn to the Black Angus one time, but that had been completely different. She was embarrassed and it was more of a lark, a promise made in the heat of a moment. This dress is almost sexier and more revealing by the way it's so form-fitting and thin. It's also elegant, drawing attention to the natural beauty of my wife.
Our waiter brought our salads, bone marrow and salmon whatever. The roasted bone marrow came in eight small bite sized chunks and actually looked good, not like I'd imagined bone marrow might be. Actually, it was so far outside my realm of experience that I'd never even imagined it before. It was apparently finger food as Brett picked one up and then offered them to the rest of us. I didn't want to be rude, so took one and gingerly put it in my mouth. Brett was obviously enjoying himself at my expense, watching as I gingerly put it in my mouth, trying to not make a face. It wasn't bad, actually pretty good. Michelle tried the bone marrow as well, exclaiming how good it was. I wasn't going to go that far.
The salmon came in two rolls, each one sliced into four small parts. I'll admit I liked that much better than the bone marrow. I picked up one of the salmon slices and fed it to Kristen, who took my fingers in her mouth and very saucily licked them clean. I thought we were doing a masterful job of playing boyfriend/girlfriend. During the day, I'd come to like her very much. She wasn't at all like the professional women I've worked with over the years. I suppose they're probably a lot more fun away from their business work as well.
The waiter hadn't lied about the steak. I don't know if it was the best in Chicago because my experience was limited to this one restaurant. But it was certainly better than anything I'd ever had before. Michelle said the same about her filet mignon. It was a very enjoyable dinner. The food, other than the bone marrow, was simply outstanding and the company we were with couldn't have been better. The only thing I could think that could have made it better was Michelle by my side, or at least to know where I stood with her.
We talked about inconsequential things, nothing about our work. Brett inquired about me, my home life and so on. I made up the story as went along, being sure to file away the details I was telling him in my mind in case I needed to remember them again.
After dinner, we drove to a club Brett said was his favorite. He told us that it caters to people a bit more mature than the 20's crowds When we walked in, I could tell why; the music was much softer, slower and much more pleasant than I'd heard in my vast repertoire of bar experience (about three bars total). I had no idea what the music was since it wasn't country or square dance music, but I liked it. The tables were lit with small flickering, flameless candles, and the room lighting was soft and low, very romantic. It was easy to see why Brett liked it.
Nearly everyone there seemed to be couples, probably in their thirties or older. This definitely wasn't a "pick-up" bar.
We ordered drinks, mine was a Singapore Sling and I don't recall the others. They weren't just wine, though. I was curious as to how much Michelle had gotten used to drinking alcohol since she'd been with Brett. I was already starting to feel a bit tipsy, after the drink in the limo, then that double vodka in the restaurant. Thank goodness for a good meal.
We found a table and sat listening to the music for a few minutes. Brett and Michelle sat snuggled as close as you can on two chairs with his hand rubbing the inside of her thigh. I simply held Kristen's hand and took a few slow sips of my drink. The dance floor was fairly small, maybe twenty feet square and there were five or six couples dancing, all tight against each other.
After sitting a few minutes, I asked Kristen if she'd like to dance. When she nodded affirmatively, I took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. Her arms went around my neck and her cheek tight against mine as we shuffled around the floor. This close to her, I could definitely smell her perfume and told her how much I liked it. "Mmm, thank you," she said. Then she lightly brushed her lips against mine and we snuggled tighter together.
She whispered in my ear, "Do you think we've convinced Brett that we're lovers yet?"
I couldn't help but tease a little, "I don't know. I think he's still a little skeptical."
"Well maybe we'd better try a little harder," she giggled. She closed her eyes and kissed me for real, definitely as lovers would kiss. I felt her tongue slithering through my open lips, exploring my mouth. I kissed her back, just as ardently until we both had to take a breath. When we broke apart, Kristen commented, "Mmm, I liked that."
I agreed, "So did I, but I think we'll probably need to practice a little more to get it right."
She laughed and snuggled her cheek tightly against mine.
I glanced at Brett and my wife and they were just getting up from the table, not paying us even a little bit of attention. Kristen moved her lips back to mine. This time it felt like the practicing was over and we really were lovers. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue tickling my lips so I responded along with her and in only a couple seconds were locked in a passionate kiss. Kristen's soft, sweet lips were working with mine, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. This woman definitely knew how to kiss! I was enjoying myself immensely with our pelvic areas pressed tightly to each other.
She finally broke away, and whispered once again, "Do you think that'll convince him?"
"It's a start, but we still have to keep working on it, maybe improving our technique a little."
I looked for Brett and Michelle once again. They were on the dance floor, in each other's arms. What I saw shook me to the bone, Michelle's arms were extended straight over Brett's shoulders, his on her hips. Their eyes were locked on each other and Michelle had this little smile I've seen so many times when she's enjoying herself immensely.
Kristen and I danced together cheek to cheek but my eyes were glued onto my wife and her lover. I watched as their lips came closer together and finally touched, growing into much more than a simple passionate kiss. Michelle's arms closed around his neck pulling him tighter to her and they literally melted into each other's arms. My jealousy almost exploded as I watched their passionate kiss, probing each other's mouth with their tongues. It was literally torture watching my wife and Brett kiss so fervently when I needed to kiss her so badly! I'm almost ashamed to admit that as I was dancing with Kristen, kissing and snuggling her, my hard-on was much more because of the sexy scene unfolding on the other side of the dance floor.
I'd watched them fucking by the pool earlier in the day, and listened the night before, but this dance, this kiss, was far more erotic...and more frightening than anything I'd witnessed before. I think the fact that Brett had no idea Michelle's husband was watching, that he was so uninhibited added to the eroticism immeasurably. I still didn't have any clue what Michelle's plans were, whether she intended to accept his offer or come home to me was also adding to my sexual tension. I've said several times before that the potential to lose her added to my reveling in her sexual adventures. The fear had never been greater than at that moment, and I was hard as an iron spike. I know that reading this you're thinking I'm totally a crazy, demented person. Who am I to argue when the facts are so clearly obvious!
The song mercifully ended and another began. The four of us continued to dance, snuggle and kiss. Kristen had noticed me several times glancing at my wife and Brett. "You like watching her with him, don't you?"
"Why, what makes you say that?"
She ground her hips against my erection, saying, "It's fairly obvious, isn't it?"
I laughed a little, replying, "Maybe that's for you."
"Well, I hope so, at least a little bit."
I closed my eyes and kissed her, our lips melting together. I didn't want to admit that my erection did mostly have to do with watching my wife and Brett, but Kristen was a sexy, enjoyable woman in her own right. She'd definitely been adding to my enjoyment of the evening.
I looked back over at Brett and Michelle. My wife had turned her back to him and had snuggled up tight to his chest, her cheek leaning in against his. Brett's hands were right under my wife's breasts with Michelle's hands over his. I was sure Michelle was looking directly at me as she pulled his hands up over her breasts and encouraged him to caress her.
I couldn't help but think back to a little over two years ago when Michelle had never gone out in public without a bra or allowed more than a kiss on the cheek in public. Now, she's wearing a dress that shows every tiny detail of her body and encouraging another man to fondle her with probably every eye in the club on her.
After three or four dances with Kristen, I whispered that I needed to talk to Michelle. Kristen suggested, "Let's go sit and rest. Maybe they will too and you can ask Brett's permission to dance with her." I thought that would feel kind of weird, asking another man for permission to dance with my own wife!
Kristen was right. Shortly after we sat down, Brett and Michelle did so as well. We sat and visited, drinking our drinks while I got up my courage to ask Michelle to dance. Shortly after, Michelle got up to go to the restroom. Kristen excused herself as well to show Michelle where to find the restroom. I wondered what they'd be saying to each other. Michelle still had to be dying of curiosity how I came to be Kristen's date for the weekend.
While they were gone, I told Brett, "You're a lucky man. Your girlfriend is a beautiful woman."
He didn't disagree. "She is, isn't she! She's the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"It's pretty obvious how she feels about you. Are you planning to marry her?"
He nodded, "I am. There are some... complications, but those get worked out."
Umm yeah, I thought, there certainly are some complications, such as the fact that she's my wife! But I'll admit, his confidence scared the shit out of me... and sent a surge of adrenaline charged eroticism through me! I had to be careful to not show those emotions that were running through my head.
He asked me, "How about you, I see you're wearing a wedding ring but you're with Kristen. Are you married?"
I laughed kind of nervously. I hoped he wasn't getting suspicious about me. "No, I was but it didn't work out. We split up a couple years ago, but I've never had the heart to take the ring off."
"I understand. I was married but when my wife died three years ago, it took a long time to get over. Meeting Michelle has been the best thing that's ever happened to me I think. I've never been with anyone like her." I almost felt guilty, wanting to take his woman away from him, but then I thought, What the hell am I thinking, that's exactly what he's trying to do to me!
Now seemed like as good a time as any. "Would you mind if I danced once with her?"
He laughed a little, "No, not at all, not as long as you're not planning on taking her away from me."
That's exactly what I was planning! I laughed a little, "I've seen her with you, I'm pretty sure I couldn't take her away from you with all the dances in the world."
"Feel free to ask her when she gets back. It's up to her."
I smiled at him in gratitude, "Thanks."
While we were waiting for the ladies to return, he asked me how I'd met Kristen, and I gave him the story we'd agreed on, that we'd met while I was working on her St Louis building. I talked a little about how wonderful I thought Kristen was and surprised myself. I wasn't exaggerating. I did think she was a pretty wonderful woman. I thought that if we'd met in other circumstances, we could have become very close, even actual lovers. Of course, I realized that under different circumstances, I'd never have been brave enough to go on a date with anyone like her.
When the ladies returned and sat down, I asked, "Michelle, may I have this dance?"
She looked over at Brett, silently asking his permission. He understood and told her, "Fine, go ahead. Just no hanky-panky." We both laughed.
When we were on the dance floor, still close enough for Brett to hear, Michelle told me, "My man's a little possessive. I didn't know if he'd want me dancing with some stranger."
This was the first time I'd touched my wife since May tenth, almost two-and-a-half months ago. I wanted to crush her to me, kiss her like she'd never been kissed in her life. I felt the skin on her back. It felt softer than I remembered. I resisted the urge to run my hand up and down her back to relish the feel of her, kiss her neck, wrap my hands around her wonderful breasts. I desperately wanted to feel her nipples against my chest. I had to remember, we were strangers and this was just a polite, single dance. For her part, Michelle simply held my hand loosely and rested her other on my shoulder. My hand and shoulder burned from her touch. I wanted so much more, but I knew that in front of Brett, there couldn't be more. Michelle smiled at me, her only acknowledgment of any familiarity.
I laughed a little and we very inconspicuously danced our way to the other side of the floor. When I was certain we were far enough, I told her, "You and Brett look like a couple in love."
"We are a couple in love. He's a wonderful man and I do love him, very much."
I was certain that Brett was still watching us. Even though we were far enough away that he couldn't hear, the dance floor wasn't large enough to be out of his sight. I didn't want to let myself shake or my face give away how I was feeling right then. In spite of the fear welling up inside me, I continued to smile as if I was simply enjoying a simple dance with a beautiful woman. Michelle's face wasn't showing any emotion either. Was she trying as hard as I was to not give away true feelings? Or were there simply no emotions there to show? I was nearly dying inside.
I had no idea what to say to my own wife after she told me how much she's in love with another man. She went on, something that shook me to my core, "He's asked me to marry him, to stay with him."
I backed away slightly, looking into her eyes, still desperately trying to maintain my look of detached friendliness. "And what did you tell him?"
She also was looking into my eyes, "I haven't told him anything yet, but he knows what I'm going to say. He knows I'm going to tell him yes."
I felt like I'd lost everything at that moment. The tears were so close to brimming into my eyes. I knew I'd fight for my woman, but I had no idea how. How do I fight the kind of charm and wealth Brett has? How do I offer Michelle anywhere close to the lifestyle she's come to know she can have with him? It took me a moment to realize what she'd actually said. She hadn't said she would tell him that, only that Brett knows that's what she's going to say. "Is that what you're going to tell him?"
Her face actually did smile at me, "I'm going to tell him..." It seemed to me that she paused an eternity, My heart completely stopped during that pause. It was probably only a second or two, but the entire rest of my life was in those seconds. I was deathly afraid of her next words.
She repeated, "I'm going to tell him that I'm already married to the most wonderful man ever. I'll tell Brett the truth, that I do love him, but I can never leave my husband."
I stopped breathing, not sure if I'd heard her correctly. When I felt her hand tighten in mine and she pulled me closer to her body, enough that I could feel, but Brett wouldn't be able to see, I realized I'd heard her correctly. She was still my wife! Oh, how I longed at that moment to crush her to me, feel her body against mine. Instead, we continued to dance and politely smile and even emit a couple small laughs as if something humorous had been said, instead of the most beautiful words in the English language. Before the music ended, she asked me, "Did you find the notes?"
I smiled at her, "They're what kept me sane the whole time."
She giggled at that, a real giggle this time. "Pervert," she said.
I laughed at that one too. Damn right I was a pervert, but I was a pervert that was getting his wife back, and it was the most glorious feeling I ever remembered having!
When the music ended, I took her hand, leading her back toward the man she'd been living with for the last month. On the way, before we were close enough for Brett to hear, Michelle told me, "He doesn't want to learn to square dance. How can I stay with a man who doesn't square dance?" We both broke out in giggles but had them under control by the time we reached Brett.
"Your lady is a beautiful dancer and a beautiful woman," I told him. "You're a lucky man." Michelle sat down on the chair next to him and he very possessively kissed her on the lips.
I asked Kristen if she'd like to dance, and when she got up, and we'd moved away from our table, I told her, "Thank you." She smiled and understood what had just happened, squeezing me tightly to her. We kissed on the dance floor, not to convince Brett that we were girlfriend-boyfriend, but because we knew then that we were. I felt free once again, for the first time in the last month and a half. I put my emotions into that kiss, and Kristen returned them as well. We moved on the dance floor, oblivious to those around us, our lips locked together in a soul-wrenching kiss. My emotions overflowed for this woman who had been instrumental in returning my life to me, and I felt at that moment that I truly loved her.
When we finally broke apart, Kristen looked at me and said, "Wow! I hope when we get back to Brett's, we can finish what we just started."
We sat the next one out, talking about nonconsequential things. Then I asked Kristen if she'd like to dance a little more. We shuffled out onto the dance floor and proceeded to make out like a couple of teens.
We danced, talked and made out with our respective dates a little while longer. When the band took a break a little after one, Brett asked if we were ready to go and we all agreed so he called his driver and asked for him to pick us up.
We got in the back of his stretch hummer, the same as we had on the way there, Michelle and Brett on one seat; and Kristen and I on the other, facing them. As soon as we sat down, Michelle started making out with Brett, kissing him and running her hand over his crotch and trying to wrap her body around his.
Brett's hands were all over Michelle, one hand under her skirt on her butt, pushing her skirt up exposing her thong panties. Michelle and Brett were both moaning incoherently. Watching my wife with this man, after my not being with her for so long, was having a major impact on my libido. I couldn't treat Kristen like Brett was treating Michelle, but we were definitely kissing and feeling each other through our clothes. Unlike Michelle, Kristen was wearing a bra under her dress. I massaged and pinched her breast through her dress and bra getting a sharp intake of breath from her and renewed vigor in our kisses.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Michelle slipped to the floor between Brett's thighs and her shaking fingers unzipped his slacks letting his cock spring out free. She looked up into his eyes as her tongue started to flick the tip of his cock where a drop of pre-cum had started to form. Brett had closed his eyes and had his hands on her head trying to push her down but she was resisting, only barely touching him with the tip of her tongue. Kristen and I broke away from our own embrace to watch.
I couldn't take my eyes away as my beautiful, blonde wife teased another man, gently kissing the very tip of his cock and running her lips up under him to slather the skin of his balls with her tongue. One of Michelle's hands wrapped around his cock and the other went between her own legs. She tortured the poor man (and me!) with her tongue, lips, and hand until her lips finally wrapped around the head of his cock and she gradually, sucked more and more of him into her mouth. At the same time, she was rubbing herself under her thong.
She sucked him in and out of her mouth, each time pushing him in a little deeper until he was well into her throat and her lips were tight to his balls. Brett was moaning and squirming, trying to push himself deeper into her mouth. Michelle had his entire length down her throat and I saw her lips start to move around the base of him, squeezing and letting up, her cheeks hollowing and filling, driving the man crazy. Her eyes were open looking up into Brett's contorted face and his hands were embroiled in her hair trying to pull Michelle's face tighter to his balls. When his hands balled tighter in her hair and he was obviously right at his orgasm, Michelle opened her mouth totally and backed away from him, leaving his cock wet with her saliva. He must have grown at least two inches inside her mouth. Brett groaned aloud, "Ahh, please don't stop, so close, you're torturing me!" He was literally begging her to finish him.
Michelle didn't say anything, just scooted herself back up with her knees on each side of him over his lap to kiss him again, then whispered just loud enough so Kristen and I could hear her, "I want to feel your cum inside me. It feels so good." I don't think there's anything she could have said to set me off more than that. My cock was so hard inside my slacks that it hurt. I wanted my wife so damn badly and she knew it! I knew she'd done this intentionally because I couldn't do a damn thing about it and it'd drive me completely out of my mind with lust!
I realized this was a special torture I'd created for myself. I had no one else to blame, and if I had it to do over again? If we could just erase the last couple years to make the pain I was feeling at that moment go away? No way in hell would I do that! Watching my wife at that moment was the most exquisite torture on earth!
Brett groaned, nearly crying with his frustration, "Sweetheart, I can do it more than once."
"I know, but I want all of you inside me. You know how much I love feeling you cum in me."
Brett was fumbling with the straps on Michelle's dress, trying to pull it off her shoulders but obviously getting frustrated with how tight it was. When he realized he couldn't get her dress down, he simply wrapped his lips around her breast over the thin fabric. I've always loved how sensitive Michelle's nipples are, and now with Brett's lips on her, she wrapped her hands around his head to pull him tight to her and moaned her approval while her hips dry-humped against him. I don't think she even remembered there was anyone else in the car with them.
Oh God, she was killing me! I've seen Michelle make love with other men several times, but it had never been like this. Like I said, Michelle and I haven't been intimate for over two months. I haven't even seen her for the last month! Watching her lips wrapping around Brett's cock had already driven me nearly out of my mind. I felt almost nauseous with jealousy. My hands were shaking when I gripped Kristen's hand to steady myself a little, and I felt like there wasn't a breath of air inside that hummer. The pain of watching my wife writhing with this other man was almost more than I was able to stand.
I wanted to reach over and pull them apart, but more than anything I wanted to see Brett's lips sucking on Michelle's naked boob, and watch her slip her hot pussy lips down over Brett's cock. I wanted to see my wife's face when Brett spewed his hot cum deep inside her even worse than I wanted to fuck her myself! That conflict between jealousy and excitement hadn't ever been so raw inside me...not even close! I knew what she'd told me earlier, that she was going to tell Brett Monday that she was going home, but her actions certainly seemed in conflict with her words. I realized I still wasn't sure and it was nearly eating me alive...at the same time it was feeding my frenzy of excitement watching her with him.
Brett's lips were still wrapped around my wife's nipple when It became obvious that Michelle couldn't take any more. She reached down, pulled her panties to the side with one hand while the other held his cock straight up and in one swift motion slipped herself all the way down to his waist impaling herself with his long, thick cock so they were pelvis to pelvis and emitting a long drawn out, "Ahhh, so good!" She took the sides of his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers in a kiss filled with passion and lust. It was that moment when the driver stopped at the front door.
Michelle pulled herself up and plunged back down several times, each time she ground herself down hard onto him and they both moaned their pleasure into each other's mouth. After perhaps a minute or two of my agony watching my wife fucking Brett, she pulled herself off his cock, wet and slick with her juices, and pulled him out of the car. Brett was attempting to put himself back together while they ran toward the house like a couple horny teenagers hurrying to their hotel room.
I knew what Michelle told me just an hour or so earlier, but what my eyes were seeing told a different story. Was she being honest or simply telling me what she knew I'd wanted to hear? Until she was home with me, I wouldn't know for certain. Until I'd seen her impale herself on Brett's cock in front of us I didn't question what she said. Now I wasn't so certain anymore.
Our room was just past the master bedroom. Apparently, Michelle and Brett hadn't had time to close the door as it was wide open when we hurried by it. I couldn't help but peek inside. Michelle and Brett were kissing, and he was just lifting the hem of her dress up past her abdomen, revealing her tiny red thong. I wanted to linger and see him lift it completely off her nearly naked body, but Kristen's hand was in mine and she hadn't realized what was happening and was gently tugging on my hand so I followed her into our room.
I'd intended to gradually seduce Kristen and make love with her after we got home. But after the entire day and evening of frustration, what we'd just witnessed in the car, along with the knowledge of what was happening next door, there was no possibility of "gradual". When we got into our room, we tore at each other's clothes and I marveled at how beautiful a fifty-year-old body could be when Kristen was naked. She was on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed and I was inside her, pumping furiously. Kristen was rocking back and forth, groaning and obviously just as turned on as I was.
After the eroticism from the day and it being the first time with Kristen, we had one of the best fucks I ever remembered having! I bellowed out my orgasm as I started pumping cum inside her pulling her tightly to me, and apparently, the feeling of my cum inside her was the straw that broke through Kristen's wall as well. Her body shuddered and she literally cried tears while her pussy clamped down on me making my orgasm even more intense.
When I was thoroughly drained dry, I fell onto the floor, flat on my back and Kristen slumped down on the bed. After managing to catch my breath, I managed to squeak out, "I think you killed me! I'm dead and gone to heaven."
Kristen laughed slightly and said, "I hope so, I'm dead too!"
We both lay, trying to return to the living. I managed to sit up and tell her, "I didn't intend to do that. I was going to seduce you and make love with you like a proper boyfriend."
She took my hand, pulling me onto the bed with her and replied, "I think you did exactly what a proper boyfriend should do to his lady. You can seduce me later." Then she added, "I hadn't had sex with anyone for the last several months and definitely never like that! I think the men I know are too intimidated by a successful woman."
Kristen and I lay in bed listening to the screams and moans coming from the master bedroom. Clearly, Brett's stamina was better than mine or they were doing it a 2nd or 3rd time already. Just as clearly, my wife was enjoying him. I knew the door was open and thought about stepping out into the hall and watching. Then when Kristen kissed me I decided to stay where I was, listening and enjoying the lady I was with.
I hadn't yet tasted her boobs so made the executive decision that now was as good a time as any to see if her nipple tasted as delectable as it looked. I scooted down and took one in my mouth and rolled it between my lips eliciting a very nice moan from Kristen. I felt her hands combing through my hair and pulling me in tighter to her as I nibbled. She may have been in her early 50's, but her breasts were still nice and firm. They were small but still a nice mouthful. Obviously, her nipple was very sensitive as she moaned while I sucked.
My cock started to grow again as I left her nipple and we pulled our bodies tightly together and kissed. This was much more of what I'd anticipated our lovemaking would be like; hands roaming over naked bodies exploring each other for the first time, passionate kisses and lips on various body parts. She sucked on my nipple, which I rarely have the luxury of feeling. I told her, "I'm enjoying being your boyfriend." Kristen grunted her agreement while her mouth was exploring my body.
When she'd nibbled and teased my body to the point where I couldn't stand it any longer, I rolled her over on her back and pushed my cock inside her. Kristen moaned out, "Oh God, that feels good!" She wrapped her legs around me and we made love over the next ten minutes or so, gradually building up our erotic passion.
Toward the end, I was pushing into her with long, hard thrusts and Kristen was imploring me to fuck her harder. I was only too happy to oblige.
When we'd finished and I'd had another mind blowing orgasm with Kristen, I couldn't help but wonder why Brett and Kristen hadn't hit it off with each other. She and I certainly had!
When we were laying together, spooning with my arms around her and fingers lightly circling her nipple, Kristen asked me, "Did you get a chance to talk to her?"
"I did. She's telling him Monday that she's coming home at the end of the week."
Kristen took my hand and pulled it to her mouth, kissing the tips of my fingers. "Good."
I expected something more, but the next thing I knew, her hand relaxed and I heard her breathing deep, sound asleep.
In the morning I woke up alone in bed. I got up, took a quick shower, dressed and went downstairs to the dining room where Kristen and Brett were sitting at the table having a cup of coffee and visiting. I sat down next to Kristen and kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning sleepyhead," she told me. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
I'm not really much of a coffee drinker, don't particularly like the taste of it, but it seemed the sociable thing to do to have a cup. "Yes, please, that'd be great, thank you."
Brett told me, "We were just talking about her new plant in St Louis. You were one of the architects?"
I didn't really want to talk too much about my "architectural" background since I didn't have any. Especially about Kristen's new building. She'd told me enough about it to help, but very much conversation about it was sure to be a giveaway. "Yeah, it was a fun building to work on." Then I grinned at Kristen and took her hand in mine, "The client was especially fun."
"You're sweet. You made it fun for me too." I thought that was a clever way to veer away from any specifics that might clue Brett into the fact that I hardly knew a thing about it.
Just then, Michelle came down the stairs wearing a silky robe that just came to her mid-thigh. It was obvious she wasn't wearing anything under it on top, as it was pretty much open showing her cleavage and down about to her waist where it was tied.Brett beamed when he saw her and she seemed to beam back just as brightly. "Good morning my sweet," he said.
She walked into the room and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a big kiss on the lips. "Mmm, thank you," he told her.
"You're welcome, and thank you for last night, it was wonderful."
He grinned back at her, "It was, wasn't it? It was even better because I'm madly in love with you."
My wife's smile spread across her face, and she kissed him again before telling him, "Mmm, I think I love you too."
She kissed him again, but this time a little harder, and running her hands through his hair. Brett's hands were running up and down her back. I was willing him to pull her robe a little further apart, but Michelle's breasts were pressed so tight against his chest that it would hardly be able to move.
Brett pulled away from her and told her, "Careful, I might have to take you back to bed."
Michelle put her hands under his shirt, running them up and down on his chest, She literally purred in her sexiest voice, "Yes, but later. First I need to fix our guests some breakfast."
'Our' guests. The way she said that caught my instant attention. It wasn't 'your' guests, it was 'our' guests. She said it like this had become her home as well. I've said before that the danger of losing my wife to another man was like adrenaline to my lust. Right then, I felt like I'd been mainlined and was in serious danger of coming completely unhinged.
I could tell that none of this was staged for me. They were simply too comfortable with each other, and it appeared too much in love. I also know her well enough to understand she doesn't say that unless she means it. I knew what she'd told me the night before while we were dancing, that she was coming home to me at the end of the week, but my doubts started to spring up again. I desperately wanted to get a chance to have a long conversation with her in private. It didn't look like it was probably going to happen since my flight left in four hours and we had to leave to get there a couple hours early.
Michelle scooted off of Brett's lap and walked into the kitchen. I watched her briefly, then pretended to turn my attention back to Brett. Maybe if I couldn't talk to Michelle, I could surreptitiously to him. "Kristen tells me you're not married. How is it that a guy like you stays single?"
"I was until a few years ago, but since then haven't found the right girl." He looked in at my wife slicing some ham in the kitchen. "Until now that is." He nodded toward Michelle, "I think I've found the perfect woman. I just have to convince her."
Well, I thought, that's told me quite a bit. He knows she's still not his. Or at least, he's still not sure. Of course, I wasn't sure either. I followed his gaze toward my wife and was somewhat amazed. At home, breakfast has always been my meal to cook. Here, this sexy woman was busily at work in another man's kitchen, looking perfectly at home fixing breakfast for "their" guests.
Brett turned the conversation back to me. "What about you? You're a good looking, successful guy. Why aren't you married?" Before I could answer, he looked over toward Kristen and went on, "You could never do better than the beautiful lady you're seeing now."
Kristen and I both flushed a little at his comment. She squeezed my hand, kissed me on the lips and said, "I've been trying to entrap him." I couldn't help but think that either she's an outstanding actress or there was more to that statement than I realized. I knew that if I was really single, it'd be hard to resist her charms for long. In just one weekend, I'd come to like her...a lot!
Michelle was gently humming a tune out loud in the kitchen as she worked. She only did that when she was really, really happy. I couldn't help but wonder what that meant. Watching her, and still hoping that robe would spring open a little more around her chest, I nearly forgot what we'd been talking about. Apparently, Brett noticed and said, "She is beautiful isn't she."
He'd brought me back from my reverie, so I told him, "Yes she is. But I think I may have found my woman right here." I kissed Kristen again, this time a little more passionately. I hated "Using" her like I was, but she seemed to be into it as much as I was. Besides, I wasn't so sure how much I was using her or simply responding to her like any red-blooded male would.
It seemed that I still knew so little about Kristen. We'd talked about Brett and me being single but not her. I couldn't help but wonder why she and Brett hadn't hit it off, what about other men? She's beautiful, smart, successful, and damned good in bed! It made me wonder why she'd even be interested in a fairly ordinary guy like me. When I'd come to Chicago, it was just to see Michelle. I certainly had no inkling that a romance would develop between Kristen and me.
Michelle interrupted us by bringing Kristen and me a plate of food. When she leaned down slightly with our plates, I caught just a brief, tantalizing glimpse of her bare, caramel colored nipple and couldn't help but think of my mouth around that nipple...or how many times Brett had sucked it into his mouth...and would most likely do so again right after we left.
My wife had made an omelet and it was heavenly. She brought plates over for her and Brett and we all ate in silence, except that we all complimented her on how good it was. She seemed to beam with pride. I realized I'd have to remember her cooking talents when...if she came home.
After we ate, Kristen looked at her watch and said, "We'd better be getting you back to the airport." We got up, thanked Michelle again for the wonderful breakfast and went to our room to pack my few things.
Once we were in the room with the door closed behind us, Kristen said, "I hope things work out for you. They look awfully close and in love with each other."
I looked up, kind of wistfully, "Yeah they do. I trust her, though." Then I said with a little more conviction than I actually felt, "She'll be home."
Kristen wrapped her arms around me and looked into my face, "Just on the weird chance that it doesn't, I meant what I said downstairs. I wouldn't mind entrapping you at all."
I kissed her on the lips, "Thank you. I meant it too, I really like you." I looked at the redwood clock on the wall and said something I had no idea I'd say, "How long do we have until we have to leave?"
She apparently knew what was going on in my little brain, "I think there's time if we hurry a little bit." We made love one last time. Afterward, I held her in my arms and kissed her until she said we had to go.
I carried my little suitcase downstairs and met Brett and my wife at the door. I almost felt like crying when I looked into Michelle's eyes and neither of us could show the emotion we felt. Or at least that I felt. I wanted to drag her with me, to pull her into my arms and kiss her like we'd never kissed before. Instead, I thanked her and Brett for their hospitality and kissed Michelle briefly on her cheek as a 'friend' would do.
On our way to the airport in Kristen's Corvette, I stared out the window lost in my thoughts until I felt Kristen's hand squeeze mine. I looked over at her and couldn't help but smile a little. "It'll be okay. She'll come home to you."
"I know, thank you." I knew she was just saying it, but it did brighten my spirits. I knew I had nobody to blame but myself and my lust. At that moment, I was wondering, would I have changed anything if we could go back in time?
Staring out the window, I knew we'd gone too far this time...much too far. My wife was literally living with another man for the last six weeks. Brett was in love with her and wanted to take her away from me and marry her. He was rich, good-looking and had everything to offer a woman. I imagined they'd probably fucked a hundred times in those six weeks. I suspected at that moment she was probably naked and making love with her lover. Maybe that nipple I briefly saw was being sucked into his mouth right that instant. It was so damn hot! In spite of my fears, probably a lot because of them, my cock was hard as a rock thinking about her in his arms. I knew the next few days waiting for Michelle to come home would be a long week!