Chapter 1

Caution: This True Cuckold Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, True Story, Tear Jerker, Cuckold, wife cheats with her college Ex.

Desc: True Cuckold Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Michelle reveals her past about her college boyfriend and we fantasize about him until she meets him for a weekend of sex

Michelle reveals her past to me Mistress, reunion, seduction, swapping, teasing

This is a follow-up to my original story, "The Night I Shared my Wife." It's not necessary to read that one to understand this one. But you might want to in order to get background and explain the references I make to that night.

Jan 1, 2014, a new year. Michelle and I were sitting at our dining room table playing a dice game with her parents after cleaning up the dinner dishes. After Michelle's mom won the game by about 3,000 points, I asked them if they would excuse us for a few minutes. I had been anxious all day, waiting for a few minutes of freedom from our company to show Michelle the story that had just been published, so I asked her if she would read something on the internet with me. Although I didn't realize it at the time, that was the instant that changed our marriage, likely forever.

I was thrilled that after two rejections, my story about Michelle, my friend Alec and I having a night of sexual bliss in Kodiak, Alaska was finally published on Literotica on Dec 31st. Now that it was online, I wanted Michelle to read it. I hadn't shown it to her earlier, because I was pretty sure she would be too embarrassed to let me publish it. I was pretty nervous watching her read it. She didn't say anything, but from her facial expressions, it was pretty obvious I had been right. Her face got redder and redder, accompanied by a look of utter disbelief. When she finished it, she looked over at me, "Honey, I can't believe you did that!"

I knew she would be embarrassed, but I was worried about how angry she might be too. "Well, what did you think?"

"That was between us. Why would you put it out there for everyone to read? What if someone recognizes us?"

"Nobody is going to recognize us in that story baby, and it was just too much fun to keep to ourselves. It's the kind of story other people enjoy reading."

"What if Alec reads it? or someone from Sitkinak? Any of them would know it's us, even someone I worked with way back then. What about your brother or, for that matter, anyone from either of our families? I don't want them knowing about that night," she trailed off, blushing.

"Well," I responded, trying to reason with her, "if it was Alec or someone from Sitkinak, they already knew about it and would love reading about the details. As for any of our family, what are the odds? Probably about one in ten million?" Michelle was silent; I could see her mind working. Would she be angry? Would she forgive me if she was? She stood there for a whole minute. Towards the end she visibly relaxed, and met my eyes.

"Yes, I know you're right. We had a lot of fun and I have to admit, it does make a pretty good story." She paused before going on, "Your description of that night is just right. There's only one fairly significant mistake you made. But before we talk about that, you never told me my making love with Alec that morning had hurt you like that. Honey, I'm sorry, I never realized."

"It was a long time ago and I got over it. Looking back, that morning really turned me on and writing about it was so much fun. It was OK, just a little hard to watch at the time. Now, what mistake did I make? Everything in the story is like I remember it happening."

"Well, almost everything in the story is perfect, but you mentioned that our wedding night was my first time."

Whoa! She had my attention now! What the heck does she mean by that? That was one comment I didn't expect! I certainly didn't know anything about any lovers she might have had before me and had never even imagined that that was a possibility. She was so sweet and actually kind of bashful all through high school. She wouldn't sleep with me until our wedding night and even then she was bashful and had to undress in the dark. But, I had to admit to myself there were several years between high school and the time we started going together. I asked her "OK, honey, do you want to tell me about it?"

"We need to wait until later after mom and dad go home. I'll fill you in on a couple details from when I was in college that I might not have mentioned before."

Wow, was I curious. I couldn't even begin to imagine what was going through her mind, what she was going to tell me. It was only about 4:30 PM and we didn't expect our company to go home until around 9:00 that night. I had at least five hours to stew on what Michelle was going to tell me. I was a nervous wreck the whole evening.

Finally, after we were snuggled in bed, she started, "This is going to be a little hard, so give me time to finish. Please don't interrupt me.

"As you know, I went to Washington State for four years. Well, while I was there, I went steady with a guy. His name was Mike. I was 18 when I met him at a party at one of my girlfriend's apartments. He was one of the hottest guys I had ever met, we talked quite a while, danced together and he kissed me. Now that I'm thinking about it, I remember it all so clearly. Mike led me to one of the bedrooms, kissed me harder, and began to remove my clothes. I'd had a little too much to drink and didn't want to stop him. He took my nipple in his mouth, laid me on the bed and we made love."

I was absolutely flabbergasted. We have been married over fifteen years now and this is the first inkling that I had of any affair before we met. I thought I was jealous of Alec that night in Kodiak. Now I find out Michelle had a lover I never knew about and she jumped in bed with him the first time they met! She and I went together nearly nine months before she slept with me, and that was our wedding night. I know I was away in the Coast Guard a lot of that time, but still ... I was there with her a heck of a lot more than one night! It's not like I didn't try. What the heck did this guy have that I didn't?

"After that first time, Mike and I got together pretty frequently to have sex. If I was feeling horny during the night, I would go to his apartment. He had given me a key, so I'd slip in. If he was awake, we'd undress each other, climb in bed, and make love. It was more fun when he was already asleep. Do you remember the night I slept with Alec, then I climbed in bed with you in the middle of the night, woke you up kissing you and we made love?"

"It would be kinda hard to forget about the sexiest night in my life!"

"Well, that's what it was like with Mike. I'd get undressed, quietly climb in bed with him, and sometimes start French kissing him or maybe lean over him with a boob in his mouth and wiggle just enough so that he'd wake up sucking on my nipple.

"It didn't take long until he got in the habit of sleeping naked, hoping that I might stop by. Occasionally, he would already be hard, I guess from dreaming about me. Whenever I went over, I was already really horny so I'd be wet enough to carefully climb on top of him, and slide my pussy down on his cock while he was still asleep. No matter how I woke him up, he always seemed to enjoy it, but waking up inside me was his favorite."

I'm lying there next to my wife, slack jawed, hardly believing what I was hearing. This is my good girl Michelle, who I've been married to for fifteen years? I knew she had that one night of sex with Alec that I had instigated, but I would have sworn under oath to a Supreme Court Justice he was the only other one she had been intimate with besides me. Unfortunately while she's telling me about this, I'm getting turned on and was hard as a rock!

Michelle took a short break from her story, wrapped her fingers around me sliding them up and down my shaft, squeezing just right, and asked if we should do something different for a while and finish telling me about Mike later.

"No, I need to hear this story," I insisted, determined to learn everything I could about a big part of my wife that I never knew. Horny as I already was, I needed her to finish telling me about Mike. I found it ironic that she considered this 'just a few little details I might not have mentioned.' Pretty damn significant details, I thought!

"OK," she continued in agreement, keeping her fingers gently sliding up and down on me while she talked. "Mike never knew when I'd stop by. I liked to keep it irregular, so it would be a surprise to him. Sometimes he was horny and would call and ask me to stop by. I never thought that was quite as much fun, but if I was free, I'd go over and we'd fuck. He couldn't come to my place since I was living in a dorm with several other girls.

"We went out quite a bit and tried to find fun places to have sex. I don't know why, but when I was with Mike, I did things that I never would have imagined earlier. We thought it was fun to be a little risqué out in public sometimes. Once, we were watching a sexy movie at the Village Centre Theater, I think it was Wild Things or something like that. We slipped out of the movie right after a hot threesome scene, went to the girls restroom, and Mike fucked me in the toilet stall. That was exciting, not knowing when someone else might come in and hear me moaning or Mike's balls slapping against me while he rammed himself in and out of my pussy. Then when we were watching the rest of the movie, he was rubbing my pussy and pushing his fingers in and out of me the whole time, driving me crazy. While he did that, I was rubbing him under his pants, making sure he was just as uncomfortable. When we finally got back to his apartment we tore each other's clothes off and fucked each other all night."

Can this be the same girl I'm married to? She and I have never done much more than a light kiss on the lips where somebody might see us. She slaps my hand away if I try to slip it under her blouse. And now, she's telling me she fucked a guy in a public restroom where someone could walk in anytime?

It seemed to me that Michelle was having a lot of fun, filling me in on all the little details of her and Mike's sexy escapades. I wasn't sure if she was trying to shock me even more or was simply enjoying feeling how turned on I was getting, with her fingers still teasing my completely hard and rigid cock. I wondered if she was intentionally tormenting me for writing the story about her and Alec. To be honest, I was getting a little angry for this revelation after fifteen years. It was hard to believe that this significant a part of Michelle's life would go unmentioned for that long. But that little bit of anger sure wasn't dimming the lust I was feeling for my wife right then!

She went on, "We never really clicked together except for the sex." She paused, apparently gathering her thoughts on the only other steady lover in her life. "He was a good looking, really hot guy and I liked him a lot, but he wasn't someone I wanted to spend my life with. He was a city guy and I liked the country and outdoors. He was going to go back home to Seattle after school and I detested big cities. Neither of us could compromise. It was OK while we were in college. We were both living in Pullman, but afterward we knew we were too different to be together."

"We talked about me moving in with him at school, but I didn't want to do that. I thought it was more fun to surprise him by climbing in bed with him, rather than sleeping together all the time. Sometimes when we were particularly horny we spent the night together, but usually I went back to my dorm after we fucked. That seemed like the best way to keep the sex fresh between us. And besides, I really didn't want my mom and dad knowing about our arrangement. They knew I was dating Mike, but not anything about us sleeping together."

This was a lot for me to take in and I had to ask, "Was there anyone else?"

"No, just Mike," she met my eyes as she assured me.

"Is that all?" I asked. "When did you quit seeing him?"

"The night after my graduation from college," she recalled. "I went to dinner with my mom and dad to celebrate, then told them I was going to celebrate with some friends, but drove over to Mike's apartment and we spent the night making love." Her voice trailed off very softly, barely audible, "I think that was the first night we didn't have sex just for the fun of sex. We kissed, we made love, and we cried in each other's arms because we both knew it was the end." Then she took a deep breath and went on, "The next morning, I got a few hours sleep, kissed Mike goodbye, met my mom and dad at their hotel, followed them home and haven't seen or heard from him since. That was about six months before you and I started going together."

I didn't think I really wanted an answer to this, but I had to ask, "Did you love him?""

She paused quite a while before answering, "I loved what Mike did to me. Our sex was good, really good." Then her voice quieted, "I liked him a lot and maybe thought I loved him at the time. I cried all the way home that day. I cried almost every day from missing him. But I didn't really know what real love was until I met you. After we met, I understood the difference between love and sex. I fell in love with you that first night playing in the snow and my crying about Mike stopped. I still missed him, but then I realized it was the sex with him I was missing. You made me happy. I knew you were the love of my life that Mike never could have been."

With that, she kissed me, long and hard.

Wow, this was pretty hard to take. My good girl wife, who I thought had been as naïve about sex as I was when we married, had a pretty big sex life before me. Four years of sex with one guy! Turns out I was the naive one.

I had to ask her, "Honey, why are you telling me this after this long? How could we have been married fifteen years with you never mentioning that you had a lover for four years before we met?"

Her voice was no more than a whisper, "At first, I was afraid. I didn't want to lose you, so I didn't say anything. Then, after we were married, It wasn't something I was proud of and honestly didn't want to bring it up. If you had asked me if there had ever been someone else I would have told you about it then. And, why now? Because of what you wrote about our wedding. I thought it was time you needed to know everything."

Another thing made me curious. "On our first night together, our wedding night, you wouldn't let me see you naked. If you had been with another guy for four years, why were you acting so bashful?"

"That's because it was with you, our first time," she responded, as if the answer was obvious. "You were special to me and I loved you. I don't know, it just seemed so much different than with Mike. You and I were making love and with Mike it was only about the sex."

"You had sex with Mike the first night you met him. We went together nine months before we slept together ... and that was after we got married. Why wouldn't you sleep with me before then?"

Her voice was starting to quiver and I saw a tear fall from her eye. "The first time we went out, playing in the snow that night, I was already falling in love with you. I was afraid of what you'd think of me and I didn't want to lose you. When you came home again in May, I knew that I wanted to spend my life with you. When you asked me to marry you, it was the happiest moment of my life. From then on, I wanted our wedding night to be special. I wanted it to be our first time."

Now she was openly crying so I told her, "Baby, I love you more than life. You were probably right. One of the things I liked about you then was your innocence. I honestly don't know what might have happened if you'd gone to bed with me right away. I probably would have still fallen in love with you, but I'm glad we waited. And yes, our wedding night was the most special time I've had in my life! As far as everything you told me about Mike, the past is in the past and right now, I love you and you love me is all that matters." Then I wiped away her tears and just held her close to me for several minutes.

I had to admit, as much as this story had shocked and angered me, hearing about Michelle's love life with Mike, and her expressing her love for me so emotionally had really turned me on. She had just laid her soul bare to me, conveying a whole side to her life that she's held in for the last fifteen years. I knew I should be angry enough to storm out the door, but it had the opposite effect on me. I couldn't love this girl any more than I did right then and wanted to show her how I felt about her.

Since it was a pretty cold night, she had worn her flannel nightgown to bed. Right then, I couldn't think of anything sexier. Slipping it off of her breast, I took her sensitive nipple in my mouth and sucked, engorging it into a sharp point. She always loved my nipple nibbles and tonight she was extra sensitive, pulling my mouth hard down on her breast. I kissed across her chest to her other nipple, and south on her tummy, gradually working her nightgown down and off her hips. By the time I reached her pussy, she was writhing and moaning, begging me to fuck her. I was amazed that she seemed far hornier than normal. Our lovemaking had waned somewhat in the last several years, but tonight we were both on fire! I was literally dizzy with desire for her. It certainly seemed that Michelle reliving her years with Mike had affected her as much as it had me. When I just began to suck on her clit, she orgasmed, spurting all over my face. She and I were both in that heavenly place we couldn't even remember. Michelle was visibly shaking from her lust and had a fire in her eyes that I hadn't seen for many years, probably since that night she spent with Alec in Kodiak.

After she came, she wanted me inside her, but even though I was totally rock hard, I wasn't ready to give her that yet. She had kept me on edge since midafternoon when she dropped her bombshell, and now I wanted to tease her and punish her. I wanted her to desperately want me inside her. In order to take some of the tension off the night, I wanted to play. And Michelle was going to be the toy ... and love every second of it!

I nibbled on her pussy lips, reaching my tongue as deep inside her as I could, loving the taste of her and nibbling on that clit. Michelle was moaning from deep inside herself, totally out of control and literally begging me to fuck her and fuck her hard! This was the excitement that we both had been craving for so long. Instead of fucking her like she was begging for, I drew away from her pussy and kissed the inside of her thigh, slowly working my lips down her leg to the bottom of her ticklish foot and sucked on each of her toes, driving her wilder and wilder, if that was even possible. Then I started on her other foot, reversing the process, starting with sucking on her toes and working up her leg to her thigh, lingering there just between her thigh and those sensitive pussy lips. Instead of giving her the satisfaction of sucking more of her cum out of her pussy, I kissed up her tummy, through her cleavage to her lips where we kissed, frantically sucking on each other's tongues. When I couldn't take it any longer, I plunged my cock into her filling her completely in one quick motion groaning myself and getting a big "Ahhhh" out of my wife as she threw her head back and thrust up onto me. I made several hard and fast plunges into her, then pulled myself completely out of her. She grabbed at my butt, trying to pull me back and screaming "Nooo, FUCK ME!"

I rolled over and snuggled up to her like we had finished making love, drawing her nipple back into my mouth, with Michelle clawing at my back trying to pull me back on top of her. Finally, I rolled her over onto her knees, spread her wide and let her guide my cock into her engorged pussy from behind. This time, I was completely out of control, only able to thrust into her a few times before I climaxed into her, with Michelle screaming and clawing at the bed covers while she orgasmed with me.

After we both caught our breath and snuggled into each other, Michelle commented "Well, that was fun!"

"Yeah, baby, it was, wasn't it. You were fantasizing about fucking Mike while we were making love weren't you?"

She simply smiled at me, kissed me and softly said, "Mmmm, maybe I was." She turned a little bit red, like she was embarrassed that I had guessed her secret.

"It's OK, it turned me on too! I was thinking about watching you with him." Funny thing was that I didn't even feel jealous, just elated at the fantastic sex we had just enjoyed. I was also thrilled at the new information I had about her. She wanted to fuck Mike and wanted it bad!

After that, we went to sleep, spooning together, Michelle in front. In the middle of the night, I had a dream of something wonderful, damp and warm on my cock. When I finally woke up, realizing it wasn't a dream, with Michelle working her mouth up and down on me, making me hard all over again. We hadn't made love twice in one night for as long as I can remember, so it was pretty obvious how horny Michelle was.

We made slow sensual love with each other, kissing and loving for the next half hour before I climaxed again. During that time, Michelle had two fantastic orgasms, the last one at the same time as me. The rest of the night and long into the next morning, we simply snuggled together, both of us more satisfied than for many years.

oooOOooo

Michelle is 38 now and still looks fantastic, I think even more so than before. She's so much more mature than when we were first married. Her breasts have filled out very nicely, but otherwise her body stayed pretty much the same. She is 5'6 —", 128 lbs, and has a figure to kill for, plus that beautiful face and personality! When she smiles, her entire face is radiant and can light up a whole room. Usually I only see her as my wife. But sometimes I look at her and don't see my wife of fifteen years, but the beautiful, sexy woman she is. Even after all these years, it's hard for me to believe I'm married to such a girl. And besides that, she's smart. Michelle is a very respected legal secretary. She's made herself practically indispensable to her firm.

There was one very definite residual effect from Michelle telling me about Mike. My long forgotten fantasy of her with another guy again was back with a vengeance. I thought about it while we were making love that night and since then it had been growing. It took on a whole new dimension now that I had a name and some details to go with the fantasy. I'd see a good looking guy walking down the street or sitting in a restaurant and I'd visualize Michelle with him, fucking him in the restroom, his cock sliding in and out of her or him sucking her nipple into his mouth and I was instantly hard and erect! It was like I was helpless against the lust of visualizing my wife fucking Mike. Knowing how badly she secretly wanted him certainly added to my fantasy.

A few days later we had just made love and I brought Mike up again, asking if she knew where he was now.

"He was from Seattle and was going back there after college. He majored in architecture, planning to be an architect, so I assume he's practicing somewhere in Seattle. I don't know if he works for someone or has his own company."

"Do you know if he's single or married now?"

"No, I don't know. I haven't had any contact with him since that last night. Why? What difference does it make?"

"Well, I was wondering. If he's single, would you want to see him again sometime?"

Michelle looked at me with a strange expression on her face and asked me, "Why would I want to do that?"

"Well, you went with him four years. You had a lot of fun with him and you both enjoyed each other a lot. You didn't break up with him, just went separate ways. I thought you might enjoy seeing him again, especially when telling me about him made you that horny."

"And what exactly do you think would happen if I did see him again? He was hot and sexy as hell in college and probably just as much or more so now. You know what would most likely happen? I wouldn't go see him just to be a tease and I doubt I could resist him."

"That's why I I think you could have some fun with him. I have to admit that ever since the night with Alec, I've had a fantasy about you with another guy again. I can't believe that you haven't too, as fantastic as that night was. Mike could be the one who would make that fantasy come true. You told me just the other day how good the sex was with him ... and that was when you were practically still a kid. Think how good it could be now!"

"I don't think so, honey. I love you too much. Can we please drop it?"

"I know you love me. That's why I wouldn't be worried if you saw him again. Like you told me, it was only sex. And besides, you weren't compatible for anything more than fun then, and that would probably be even more so now. Would seeing him make any difference in our marriage?"

"No, it wouldn't, but I still don't think it's a good idea. I have so much history with him, it's just too dangerous."

"That's what I would like about your meeting Mike again. It's a little dangerous. That would make it even more exciting. But I would trust you to come home to me."

"I think you've lost your mind! Even if I did sleep with someone to satisfy your silly fantasy, it should be someone other than Mike."

Well, that's a big step, maybe she's at least thinking about it, I thought. "No, Mike would be perfect. I love the fact that you already have a history with him. He's hot, he's sexy and judging from the other night, I think you still want him pretty bad."

The following Thursday, Michelle was the one who brought up Mike again. "Honey, you made me curious. I did a little research on the internet and found where Mike works in Seattle."

"Cool. Why don't you call him then? Have an old friend type of chat with him. Find out how he's been, what he's done with his life and, hopefully you can subtly find out if he's married or not."

We talked about Mike several times over the next couple weeks. Whenever we were making love, I brought him up, asking her to pretend I was Mike. She was insatiable in our lovemaking. She would climb in bed with me, naked, and literally devour me, night after night, often calling me Mike in the throes of our passion. I don't think she even realized she was doing it. I couldn't get enough of her either. It was obvious that Michelle was as obsessed with seeing Mike again as I was, even if she didn't want to admit it.

Finally, after two weeks of the hottest sex we'd had in years, Michelle told me that she got up the courage to call Mike. "Turns out he was divorced six months ago and hasn't had a girlfriend since then. Are you serious about me seeing him?" She finally admitted it, "If so, I'll call him again. This is crazy, but it seems to have turned both of us on and I really want to do this."

I kissed her and unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra so I could suck on a nipple. "Baby, call him and see when he's free on a Friday night. Don't tell him that you're married, but make it clear to him that you don't want any kind of long term relationship with him again."

"You understand what would happen, right? We'll probably end up having sex again."

"I would be counting on it!" I said, enthusiastically. "The whole thing seems so hot to me. You can come home and tell me all the details while we're making love and it'll be fantastic."

That was Thursday. The next night she told me, "I called Mike back. We're having dinner February 14th. He said he isn't interested in any long-term relationship either, this soon after his divorce. He hasn't even been out with a girl since then."

Cool! I thought. This should be interesting. Valentine's Day, how appropriate! A romantic dinner, dancing and fucking (maybe not in that order)! If he hasn't been with a girl in that long, he'll be starved for sex. This couldn't have been timed any better. I'm anticipating some hot lovemaking with Michelle after she comes home and tells me about it. I just wish there was a way that I could be there to actually see her take a lover.

oooOOooo

I was hoping that my imagination wasn't outpacing what the reality would be. This could all turn out to be a big disappointment. The other possibility that was rolling around in the back of my brain was that Michelle would fall for Mike and then want him over me. Unfortunately, I was so obsessed with thinking about Michelle with another guy that the fear factor was relegated to the small part of my brain that was actually thinking clearly. But if I gave in to my fear, there probably wouldn't ever be another opportunity. If I backed out, I was sure Michelle wouldn't ever want to do this again. I simply had to trust her. She told me there wasn't any chance of falling in love with Mike and I had to believe that. I also couldn't even let her suspect my fear or I was sure she would either back out or be overly reserved with him.

When Michelle and I had talked about our night with Alec, the day after that night in Kodiak, she told me that once she decided to seduce him, she was going all the way and doing it so that it would be the best it could possibly be. I felt the same way about this. If Michelle is going to Seattle to fuck an old boyfriend, I want it to be as perfect as possible. And with that in mind, I decided that I wanted Michelle to be sex-starved as well. Their date was three weeks away. If we abstain from sex for that time, I know she'll be over the top horny like she was in Kodiak, making her sex with Mike all the better.

The only problem was that going without for that long was likely going to nearly kill me as well, especially after the great sex we'd been having the last few weeks. And now, anticipating Michelle and Mike, their first night together after sixteen years! I was going to go through with it anyway though. I decided that between now and then, I would have some fun with her, teasing her, even torturing her with anticipation. "Honey, starting now, you're going to practice a little abstinence too. No sex for the next three weeks!"

She looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Sweetheart, three weeks is a long time." Michelle asked, "Do you think you can stay away from me for that long?"

"Given the reward at the end of the tunnel, I can. And, I know you can stay away from me because I'm not going to let you make love with me. And I don't want you relieving yourself either. I want your night with Mike to be more than spectacular for you. To be fair, I'll play by the same rules and not relieve myself either."

Over the next few days, we talked about her trip: how to get to Seattle, where to stay, and what she should take to wear. I told her that this was her trip, so I wasn't going to Seattle with her. She didn't want to drive that far by herself, so we decided to make an airline reservation leaving Friday and coming back home Saturday.

I thought about that a little bit and suggested to her that she might want to stay another day, as long as she's going that far, so maybe we should make the return flight on Sunday instead of Saturday.

"You know we're going to sleep together Friday night, right? You want me to spend two nights and all day Saturday with Mike?"

"Actually, I wasn't anticipating much 'sleeping.' It seems like a waste to spend all that money for just one night. It would make a lot more sense to make a weekend out of it."

"No, I want the return reservation on Saturday," she said decidedly. "Mike and I haven't seen each other or even talked for sixteen years. Things might not go as well as you're thinking and I don't want to be trapped in Seattle. When we make the flight arrangements, we can set it up so I can postpone it until Sunday if things turn out OK between us."

I told her that I'd make her a hotel reservation. I made her reservation in the Honeymoon Suite of the Sheraton for two nights, Friday and Saturday, pretty sure after she's talked about how hot Mike is, that she's going to want that second night.

Michelle wondered what she should take with her to wear. "I'll pick up something for you," I told her.

I started shopping for new clothes. I wanted outfits for two evenings and one day. I remembered how much Michelle's sexy outfit in Kodiak affected her and I wanted something just as sexy for her date with Mike. I decided that sexy, sexy, sexy would be the theme of everything I send with her. I was determined not to tell her anything about what I was sending, except that it would be a surprise when she unpacked her bag at the hotel.

I visited Victoria's Secret in the Columbia Center mall, in Kennewick, with her measurements and a list of things I wanted. I gave the list to a very pretty sales girl. Her name tag said 'Jacqui, Assistant Manager' and she went over it with me. She reminded me of the sales girl in the scene with Chevy Chase in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, who pulled her skirt up demonstrating her sexy underwear. I accidentally noticed she didn't have a ring on her finger.

I wanted a bra/panty set, garter belt, stockings, two nightgowns, a transparent whitish blouse, mid-thigh length skirt, an evening dress, and a bikini in case she wants to go swimming at the hotel. I told Jacqui that I wanted everything to be sexy as hell, but very elegant.

"I think we can handle sexy here. Are these for your wife or a girlfriend?"

"They're for my wife."

"What are you guys doing, going on a cruise or something? You're going to be a lucky guy seeing her in these."

"No," I told her, "they're not for me to see on her. They're for my wife's Valentine date with a college boyfriend." That certainly got her attention. She told me how hot that sounded.

"OK, let's look around and see what we can find. Can she come in to try them on?"

"No, I'm going to surprise her," I answered. "She's going to Seattle to meet him for an evening that I anticipate will turn into the weekend and I don't want her to know anything about what she's going to have to wear until she gets there."

"Wow, that sounds like fun," said Jacqui with a gleam in her eye. "Wish you were my hubby, treating me like that."

As pretty as Jacqui was, that sounded kind of nice to me too. She was probably in her mid to late twenties, cute face and built pretty much like Michelle. To be honest, I thought Michelle was much prettier. But I'm always a little prejudiced comparing other girls to Michelle. That didn't stop me later from admiring her shape as she bent over to pick out the clothes on my list. Her low cut blouse revealed an ample cleavage, and that always sets my blood pumping.

"I know you have her measurements written down, but it would be helpful to have one of her dresses that fits her well to make sure of the size. We can look around to see what you might like, but before we decide on the size, why don't you bring in a dress."

She knew exactly the blouse I would want and took me right to it. It was soft and extremely transparent, just like the one that night in Kodiak. "Perfect. Exactly what I was looking for." We found a short leather skirt that would probably be about mid-thigh and an absolutely beautiful (and sexy) silk, strapless wrap dress that would cover just a little more than a towel. Michelle would be stunning wearing that dress!

For the daytime, I thought she might want something a bit more casual, so I found a soft, very thin cashmere sweater (picked one out about a half size too small, to make sure it would fit nice and tight over her braless breasts) and a pair of matching pants. Then we found an unlined white bikini swimsuit that the sales girl said would show her nipples very plainly when wet. "Has she ever worn a swimsuit like this?" she asked.

"No, but that's kind of the point. She hasn't ever done anything like this at all and I want her to stretch herself outside her comfort zone." I paused, deliberating. "In that same vein of thought, stretching her comfort zone, I'm only getting her one bra/panty set and telling her that she can only wear it once, so she'll have to decide which of the two evening outfits she wants to wear underwear with, and not at all with her daytime outfit." Jacqui thought that was just too delicious since either outfit would be extremely revealing without neither a bra nor panties.

We talked about colors and decided on red, since it was Valentine's Day, a soft pink bra/panty (still nicely transparent), and matching garter and stockings. The panties weren't much more than some lace tying together little triangles in the front and back. She commented to me that the bra and panties would scream "FUCK ME" when a guy saw them, especially under that transparent blouse!

For shoes, she told me that Michelle would need to come in to find something that fit. She said she would know the colors we picked out so she could help her find some matching high heels. I thought the ankle strap high heels, of which there were several styles were about the sexiest, so that's what she was going to show Michelle. She gave me her schedule, to make sure that she would be working when I brought Michelle in for the shoes.

They also sold perfume, so I asked her for the very best perfume that would drive a guy and girl absolutely crazy with lust. She picked one out and sprayed a little on her neck and in her cleavage and leaned out over the counter. It smelled wonderfully sexy when I leaned in close, so I agreed that's what I wanted Michelle to wear. In addition to the perfume, I couldn't help but notice her sexy little bra under her loose fitting blouse. That little display had to be on purpose. I thought. She also picked out makeup and lipstick to make sure Michelle had the right colors for the outfits, and gave me a color chip to give the manicurist for her nails.

Before I left, I had a thought. "Jacqui, you're really close to the same size as Michelle. How about if you tried them on for me instead of me bringing in a dress." I really hoped she would say yes, I wanted to see what they would look like on a pretty girl.

Jacqui looked at Michelle's measurements and told me "They are nearly identical to me, but we don't usually do that for customers."

"Not usually? But how often do you have a husband buying sexy clothes for his wife to wear on a date to seduce an old boyfriend?"

She looked at me with a bemused expression on her pretty face and said, "I'm sorry, I wish I could, but company policy says we can't." She stopped a minute and thought about it a bit before she went on, "It's 8:15 now and we close at 9:00. How about if you come back then and I'll try them on for you after the store closes and everyone else leaves."

That sounded great to me, so I told her I would be back.

I wandered around the mall for the next 45 minutes, my heart fluttering at what I was about to do. It's every guys' fantasy to watch a pretty girl trying on sexy clothes for him. The mall was pretty well empty by 9:00, so I felt a little self conscious tapping on the Victoria's Secret door. Fortunately, Jacqui was watching for me and let me in right away. "I really appreciate you doing this for me." I told her.

"I think it will be my pleasure," as she led me to the back of the store where she already had several items picked out. She got a big grin on her face as she asked me, "Tell me, how is it that your wife is going on this date with her old boyfriend? I think this is about the hottest thing I've heard of since I started here. Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

"Robert, and my wife's name is Michelle. We've been married a little over fifteen years."

Their dressing rooms had doors you couldn't see through, but were open enough to talk, so I told her the story, starting when Michelle seduced my friend in Kodiak and spent the night with him. I told her very briefly about that night, that I had watched them make love several times, then again in the morning. About then, Jacqui opened the dressing room door, asking me to come in. She said there were security cameras outside, but not in the dressing rooms. She was wearing the sexiest, most transparent blouse I think I had ever seen. Her nipples stood out clearly under the flimsy red bra she had on under it. The leather skirt came about 6" above her knees. I couldn't help myself, "Wow, Jacqui, you're absolutely beautiful with that." I told her that Michelle had worn a similar blouse and bra the night with Alec and it had driven the two of us absolutely crazy all night.

"I think your wife's boyfriend will probably approve, don't you?" she asked as she kind of pulled the skirt up her leg to show me the sexy panties for just a second. Then, she shooed me out of the dressing room and closed the door again.

As she was changing again, I went on with the story. "When I watched them make love that night, besides being pretty jealous, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. Ever since, I've kind of had a fantasy about seeing her make love with another guy again."

"Then, last December I found out about a website that amateur writers could write and have their story published. So, I decided to write the story about that night in Kodiak. But, I needed to give some background info about Michelle and how we met and married and one thing I said was that she was a virgin on our wedding night. Right after it was published, I asked Michelle to read it."

Then, Jacqui drew me back into the dressing room again wearing the wrap dress. OH MY GOD! She was a vision of absolute loveliness and I told her so. I could definitely tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. For one thing, the dress was so skimpy I didn't think it would be possible to wear one under it without it showing and for another, her nipples were prominently poking their way through the thin silk material. The whole Victoria's Secret shopping thing already had me horny, especially after the last week without any sex, but seeing Jacqui in that blouse, then this dress was really doing a number on me. And thinking that this is what my wife would be wearing with Mike for a whole evening was turning me on even more. It was getting embarrassing, since I was sure Jacqui could see how hard I was getting.

Then she told me she remembered that I was telling Michelle she could only wear the panties once. She sat down facing me on the bench in the dressing room and showed me how high the dress pulled up her thigh when she sat down. If she didn't cross her legs, she couldn't avoid showing her pussy. OH MY GOD again! This I never expected! She only gave me a brief glance, but my blood was already boiling and this nearly put me over the top. I was really beginning to like this girl, in more ways than one.

I assumed she was finished, but she said she had one more thing she needed to check the size for me. I assumed she was going to show me the sweater we had picked out. So, I continued telling her, "After Michelle read it, she told me that I had made a little mistake about her being a virgin. I spent the rest of the evening a nervous wreck until that night when she told me that she had a college boyfriend, Mike, that she had been intimate with for four years before I met her. She told me how they made love, fucked to be more accurate, over four years. The more she talked, the hornier I got and when she finished, we had the best sex in years."

Before I could finish the story, Jacqui opened the dressing room door again. This time, wearing a nightgown she had picked out. It was a little silky babydoll, totally transparent with nothing under it except a tiny matching g-string. If I had thought she looked sexy before, she had raised the stakes about tenfold! I was definitely changing my opinion on how pretty she was.

"I thought maybe you might like to see what your wife will be wearing to bed with her boyfriend." I have to admit, Michelle was far from my mind right then. Jacqui was so beautiful. But, she reminded me that this is what Michelle will be wearing when she goes to bed with a guy and my poor cock was just about to burst a seam in my pants.

"Maybe, just so you get a little more idea how your wife will feel to her boyfriend, you need to rub your hands over this just a little." I couldn't believe what she had said. I moved closer to her and took her in my arms, caressing down her waist and up her back. She leaned into me, nuzzling her soft cheek against mine and whispered to me "I'm so horny." With that, she turned her face toward me and kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth, her hands behind my head pulling me to her. Jacqui still smelled of the sexy perfume she had demonstrated to me earlier and I was every bit as horny as she was, maybe even more so. I savored this kiss for much too long before I pulled away and started to tell her I couldn't. But, before I could say anything, she slipped a strap off one shoulder and pulled me down to suck on that beautiful nipple. I was so enjoying her that I thought I had died and gone to heaven until I thought of my beautiful wife at home waiting for me and reluctantly pulled away.

"Jacqui, I can't. I want you so bad, but I've never cheated on Michelle and I can't start now."

She looked at me, kissed me lightly on the cheek, smiled and said, "You're just too wonderful. Tell me where I go to get you cloned! I'll get dressed."

I had a hard time talking after that, but I wanted to finish telling her about Michelle and Mike while she dressed. "After that night when Michelle told me about Mike, I finally got up the nerve to tell her about my fantasy of her with another guy and now I wanted it to be with Mike. So, after talking about it and having our best sex ever over the next couple weeks, Michelle finally called him, and here we are."

"That story just gets better and better. Please come back and tell me how it goes with them." Then, she put her personal phone number on her business card, slipping it in my shirt pocket, "And if you change your mind, call me."

She sacked up the clothing and perfume I was going to buy and told me, "I can't sell these after hours, but I'll keep them in the office until you come in with Michelle for her to try on shoes." Then she kissed me again, "Thank you for a wonderful evening. I really enjoyed it."

Wow, I bet she didn't enjoy it nearly as much as I had. But who am I to argue. I told her we would be back tomorrow and she accompanied me out the back door." I also told her how to find our story on the internet that I had written, starting this whole adventure.

I got home late and told Michelle I needed to shower. I was feeling pretty guilty and didn't her to notice a trace of Jacqui's perfume on me. When Michelle and I went to bed that night, I was so turned on from my Victoria's Secret shopping and Jacqui's modeling that I didn't dare try to tease her. It was hard enough to resist her from the opposite side of the bed! I wanted so bad to tell her all about it, but I have to admit I was afraid to. I just didn't know how she would react. And besides, I didn't want to give her any hints about what I was buying for her.

The next day, I took Michelle in and she picked out two pairs of 'fuck me' high heels. At the same time, I finished purchasing the items Jacqui and I had picked out the night before. The only thing Michelle knew about the outfits I had purchased were the general colors. As Jacqui finished selling me the items, she whispered to me, "Your wife is beautiful. I can't wait to hear about her date."

oooOOooo

Michelle's plane was scheduled to leave on a Friday afternoon, shortly after lunch, so I asked her to take Thursday and Friday off from work to get ready for the trip.

By the week of Michelle's date with Mike, she was more than a little nervous and my scheme of withholding sex was definitely working, as we were both getting hornier and hornier. Either Michelle was doing her best to seduce me or I would seduce her into making love, right up to the point of impaling her, where I'd tell her, "No, baby, not tonight." I wanted her oh, so bad, but I was determined to hold out so she would be extra horny on Friday night.

Thursday she had an appointment for a complete spa treatment: a massage, shaving of her pubic area, then waxing to remove stray hairs, a facial, and a body treatment that would leave her skin feeling velvety smooth and soft. I wanted this upcoming weekend to be especially fantastic for her. She was about the sexiest woman I could imagine and I wanted her to feel just as sexy as she looked.

We were in bed, it was Thursday night, the night before Michelle was leaving. Since her date with Mike was tomorrow, I planned to up the ante on the sex teasing. I couldn't help but remember how hot her sex with Alec was that night in Kodiak and wanted her weekend with Mike to be just like that, maybe even more so if possible.

I asked her to wear her pretty satin nightgown to bed with nothing under it. I think she was anticipating that I couldn't stand it any longer and planned to make love with her. Or, at the very least, she wanted me to suffer too. So, instead of the satin nightgown, she went one better and wore her silk teddy, the one from our wedding night, omitting the g-string that goes with it. I hadn't seen that teddy for several years and it is still so sexy, especially with the memories from our wedding night! On top of that, she'd had that spa treatment that day and smelled and felt so good! Oh God, I thought, this is going to be hard!! I wanted her so damn bad, but I hadn't suffered this long to falter now!

Right after we went to bed, I eased her teddy off her breast and started gently sucking on a nipple, doing my best to drive her crazy with lust. It seemed to be working pretty well too, as she was dry humping my leg between her thighs and wrapping her hand around my cock.

I asked her, "Will Mike want to take you to dinner first, or just up to your room to fuck?"

"Remembering what I do about Mike, he's going to want to go to the room. I know that's what I'm planning."

"And, when you get to your room, what are you going to want to do?"

"I think you know the answer to that. We're going to fuck!"

I did know, I just wanted to hear her say it. I reached across her and picked up her cell phone from her nightstand. I teased her with the phone a little, telling her I was going to text Mike, so just as she reached up to take the phone away from me, I snapped a picture of her in her sexy teddy - one breast exposed, looking like she's reaching out taking a selfie. I briefly showed it to Michelle. It was a masterpiece, absolutely perfect and so sexy! Her exposed nipple that I had been sucking on was so bright and engorged! As she was grabbing, trying to reach around me to get her phone back, I quickly found Mike's number and hit send. Technology is so cool sometimes!

Michelle laid back down, telling me, "Please tell me you didn't send that picture to Mike."

"Would I do that to my beautiful wife?" I grinned at her, then typed in a text message, "Want to fuck. Can't wait." I read it to her and hit 'send' and laid the phone back down on my side of the bed as she was moaning and hitting me on the arm. I told her that should give him something to think about between now and tomorrow night.

I nibbled on her nipple some more and asked her if Mike liked foreplay. She told me he did.

"Did he like to kiss you like this?" I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed with the passion of lovers that hadn't been together in weeks. I was really having a hard time with her working her hand up and down my cock, squeezing it like she knew would drive me crazy. "If you keep that up much longer, your hand is going to get gooey. I'm not going to be able to keep from coming." Damn, that girl knew exactly when to pinch and squeeze with her hand up and down, then squeeze the tip to stop my orgasm, then repeat, driving me absolutely crazy. Why the heck couldn't I have kept my stupid mouth shut and let her keep it up so I could come!

I couldn't complain too much. I was doing the same thing to her and her knowing how close I was made it that much harder for her, too.

"Did he kiss down your stomach like this, to your pussy?" I inquired, doing just that. "Did he push his tongue inside your pussy like this?" I swirled my tongue just around her clit until I thought she was going to come, then stopped and went back to nipple nibbling. Oh God, that silky shaved was so damned inviting! That's another thing I had secretly wanted her to do for a long time. Now that she finally had, it wasn't for me!

"Mfff, you're making me so horny!" she moaned. "I am so close, please let me come!"

Inspiration hit me and I grabbed the phone again. "Want you to eat my pussy. Shaved just for you. I'm horny!" I read it to her and hit send again. This should be driving Mike crazy with lust, along with Michelle and me.

"I bet he'll inhale you tomorrow night. And I suspect that he's very good at it. I wonder if he'll let you come that way or make you wait. He might take you to a hidden spot in the club and pull your skirt up and eat you right there. Maybe he'll let you come and maybe he won't. Oh, yeah, your skirt is definitely going to be short enough for him to do that. And, I don't remember if I put panties in your suitcase or not. But remember, the only things you get to wear are in that bag ... and only once."

In between nibbling on her nipple, I asked her, "Do you remember how big Mike's cock was?"

"Long time ago, don't remember, was pretty big," she moaned in a broken frenzy.

"You were with him four years. Surely you can remember if you think about it real hard. I'll bet it's a lot bigger than mine. I'm curious, do you think he'll want to just slowly make love to you, pushing his cock into your pussy, then pull it all the way out, then slowly back in and out over and over again, while he's sucking on your nipple?" I paused, meeting her eyes. "Or, will he want to put your legs up over his shoulders and slam into you like Alec did? Either way, he's older and more experienced than Alec was, so he'll last a lot longer. Oh, you probably don't want to imagine either of those while you're so horny, do you? Forget I even asked. Don't even think about how good that cock is going to feel inside you after sixteen years. About how good it's going to feel to come over and over again, while he's slamming his cock in and out of your pussy and then pumping his hot cum deep inside you."

"Oh God, honey, you're making me so damn horny. Make love to me, please, I'll still want Mike tomorrow night. I promise."

"Yeah, you still will, but you wouldn't be desperate for him like I want you to be. I want you so when you're at dinner, you won't be able to think about anything except getting fucked! So that when you're dancing with him tomorrow night and he puts his hands down on your butt and pulls you into his erection like this, that it will almost make you come from just wanting him. You'll want his cock inside you right there on the dance floor." I paused, giving her nipple a nice wet lick, "Do you remember when you begged Alec to make love to you? Well, I want you to be begging Mike over and over to fuck you! Remember when you first told me about Mike, you told me how good the sex was with him? Well, you know it'll be even better now."

"Will you please either stop or make love to me? I can't stand any more of this. I'm so horny, and so close to coming!" She was writhing, using my own methods against me. Kissing down my stomach to my cock, then rolling over on top of me, scooting herself down, and trying her best to impale her pussy on me. Good thing I'm stronger than her. I managed to push her off of me and hold her away from my cock.

It was Kodiak all over again; wanting her so damn bad, but knowing I can't have her! I'm not sure if it was worse watching her with Alec when I was so horny or now because she's in bed with me doing her best to seduce me, while at the same time, I'm doing everything I can to make her horny!

"Honey, I am too! Thinking of you with Mike and what he's going to do to you is driving me out of my mind! But it's so much fun knowing how much you're going to love it. Remember when Alec was inhaling your boob and pushing your pants off you? Then put your leg over his shoulder and nibbled on you over your panties? That's how it will be with Mike, except much, much longer."

I went back to nibbling on a nipple and just rubbing my hand lightly over her silky smooth pussy. "Your pussy is so wet and juicy! How did that happen? Do you know how good you taste? Want me to suck that juice out of your pussy? That would probably make you come right now, wouldn't it?" I kissed down her stomach, just to the top of her shaved pussy. "No, I really shouldn't do that, should I? Must leave plenty of juice for Mike to suck out of you. It'll be a lot easier for you if you don't think about his tongue inside you, swirling around your clit, and his lips sucking those juices out of your pussy."

"Mmmmfffff, I hate you!"

I took a small break from her nipple and told her I wanted her to have fun this weekend. "Remember that girl that ripped Mike's clothes off after the movie? That's the girl I want you to be. You're not married this weekend. Sunday, you'll come home to me, and we'll relive this weekend over and over like we did after our night with Alec. But from the time you get on the plane until you get back home, it's your weekend. Leave your thoughts of us behind. Oh, one more thing, I almost forgot, leave your wedding ring with me."

I picked up her cell phone one more time and typed in "Dinner and dancing first. I like lots of teasing, no matter what. Make me beg you to fuck me." I read it to her, pushed send, and put the phone back on my nightstand. This time, she was really pounding on my arm and told me to give the damn phone back to her!

Finally, she got a text back. "Baby, you're making me so hot! Not sure if I can wait."

I snuggled in with my beautiful wife, thinking that I had accomplished exactly what I intended, and we finally went to sleep in each others arms. That night, I dreamed about Michelle and Alec all those years ago in Kodiak. After having written that story, then anticipating this upcoming trip, my dreams were pretty vivid. I was remembering several sexy little details that I didn't even think about when I was writing about that night.

Luckily, Michelle didn't try any of the tricks with me that she told me about with Mike when he was sleeping. If she had, I would have lost the battle. I guess she knew that wouldn't have been playing fair.

Friday morning I had to get ready for work. I was working in the morning, taking the afternoon off to take Michelle to the airport. After I left for work, Michelle had an appointment at a hair and nail salon. I had told the salon that we had a special date this weekend and wanted her hair to be nothing short of spectacular. Michelle had beautiful, long hair anyway, and even hanging straight it was very pretty. However I wanted something very special for this weekend. I had already given them the color chip from Victoria's Secret for her nails.

When I got home from work at lunchtime, Michelle was absolutely exquisite. Her hair wafted in gentle curls down around her breasts and her finger and toe nails were painted divinely. Everything about her was sensual. I closed my eyes a minute and imagined how she was going to look to Mike tonight and I saw a very sexy, beautiful woman!

I had her bag packed, she still didn't know what was in it, except her makeup and other accessories she had set aside for me to pack, and we finally went to the airport. I had also packed several packages of different kinds of condoms. She could decide whether or not she needed to use them.

I couldn't go through security with her, so I kissed her, told her how much I loved her and, told her one more time, "Honey, this is your weekend. I want you to enjoy it, don't hold back!" With that, it was her turn to go through the security check, and I watched my beautiful wife as she walked down the corridor to the waiting area. Then, I turned and went home, hoping we weren't irrevocably changing our lives.

oooOOooo

When Michelle got into Seattle and checked into her hotel, she texted me that she had arrived and sent several pictures of the suite. The honeymoon suite was absolutely beautiful. It had a sunken hot tub in one corner, a king size bed, and mirrors on the ceiling over the bed. I had ordered roses on the nightstands and a bottle of their best champagne.

A few minutes later, she sent another text, "Are you sure? Can stay in room and come home tomorrow."

I was imagining how beautiful my wife was going to look greeting her old lover the first time. No way I could call a halt to this. It's Michelle's choice. If it didn't go well at dinner, she wouldn't need to do anything with him, except send him home. I texted her back, "I'm sure, your choice. I'm hard enough to split my pants thinking about you having fun later."

"OK, text me if you change your mind, he'll be here in about fifteen minutes."

I thought about Mike picking her up and had a thought, so sent Michelle another text, "Might be a good time to warm yourself up a little before he gets there."

"Warm myself up?"

"You know, touch yourself, make sure you're a little horny before he gets there."

"You're evil! Already plenty horny. But sounds like fun."

"Do it. Maybe even let him lick your fingers off when he gets there."

I sat down to watch television for the longest night of my life, at least since that night in Kodiak.

I didn't hear from her again until late that evening when she sent me a photo of her and Mike in a very swanky looking club. She was wearing the transparent blouse and bra. Just like in Kodiak, you could see everything, except much more pronounced since her breasts were so much fuller. Her skirt fit like a glove, ending about six inches above her knees. I presumed she was wearing the panties, since if she wasn't, she wouldn't be able to sit without showing off everything. Of course the dress is even shorter, so I didn't know which she'd decide to wear the panties with. She was so beautiful, I could hardly believe she was my wife. This was the first time I saw Mike and it wasn't hard to see what she had seen in him all those years ago. Mike was a very good looking guy, much better looking than I was I thought. He was probably about six inches taller than her, slim but muscular like he probably worked out, dark brown hair, and clean shaven. I could certainly see why she would have considered him to be so hot in college. Even from that one picture, I could tell he had style coming out his ears. Actually seeing her with him really brought back the jealousy I had felt that night in Kodiak, but that made it all the more thrilling. No way was she going to be able to say 'no' to this guy. She was going to fuck this guy.

At about a quarter after one in the morning, I got another text, "Last chance, going to the hotel with Mike, you still OK?."

This would be my last chance to stop what might be a life-changing event, Michelle is going to have sex with her old boyfriend. My insides were being eaten from my nervousness, after all this, do I really want my wife spending the night with another guy, making love to him over and over? I typed in "Give him everything, have fun and turn your phone off." I read it again and hit send. That will keep me from wondering all night if I should ask her to stop, I won't have any way to contact her. From now on, there's no turning back. In another few minutes, another guy is going to have his cock inside my wife for the first time in fifteen years.

I didn't hear anything more that night. I forgot the TV and spent most of the rest of the night writing this story, visualizing Mike and Michelle in bed together fucking. She had talked about how good the sex with Mike was. I wondered if it was better than with me. That's something I didn't have the courage to ask her, but I certainly thought about it. I couldn't help but close my eyes and imagine that good-looking guy ramming his cock into my wife. I wondered how they would do it the first time, doggy style, plain old missionary or if Mike was creative. I was so damn horny from thinking about her and Mike together. I wanted to pump myself and relieve the pressure in my cock so damn bad. This had become more than just our little game, this had become real. Michelle was probably fucking another guy after our fifteen years of wonderful marriage as I sat there.

I was so excited for her, she was out enjoying her sexy urges with my full approval. The later it got without another text from her, the more certain I was that she was in bed with Mike.

Saturday morning, I got a text from Michelle. "Danced until almost 1:00 AM. Was ready to murder you for that text you sent Mike. Finally went back to the hotel and fucked Mike's brains out the rest of the night! You were right, not much sleeping. I was in heaven! Thank you for the nightie. Mike liked. Postponed flight until tomorrow." That was followed immediately by another text. "Mike sucking on my nipple right now, feels soooo good. Gotta go." She actually did it last night. And, they're fucking right this minute, I thought. How damn hot is that!

Early afternoon I got another text. "Swimming in the hotel pool with Mike. Couldn't believe that swim suit you sent. Mike likes." Then, a picture of her and Mike snuggled together at the pool came in. The suit showed her exactly like I was hoping. She had apparently just been in the water and it clung to her like skin, showing her nipples like it wasn't even there. It clung to her, making her look like one of the Sports Illustrated body paint models. Where was the wet t-shirt competition when you needed one?

But, it wasn't the swimsuit or her nearly bare nipples that were catching my attention in this picture. Michelle and Mike had their arms wrapped around each other like a very loving couple and Michelle was looking up at Mike with a look of pure adoration on her face. I'm not sure what's going on here, but that look on her face was harder on me than all the texts in the world telling me how much she's enjoying fucking Mike.

After seeing that picture, I needed a distraction, so I called Michelle's parents and told them I was lonesome with her gone and asked if they would mind meeting me for lunch. We had a really nice time together, but that look on Michelle's face was still haunting me. When Michelle's mom asked me if I had heard from her, I told them, "Yeah, she called me this morning. She and her friend are having a great time." I didn't add the word 'fucking' to that sentence. I thought just possibly they might not understand what the heck was going on. We had definitely left them with the impression that she was visiting a female friend from college, rather than her old fuck buddy.

In the early evening Michelle sent me two more pictures. Apparently, she asked someone to take some pictures for her. The first was of her and Mike at the base of the Space Needle, apparently about to get into the elevator to the top. It looked like a nice, breezy February day in Seattle. Michelle had clearly abided by my rules on the bra, her nipples were standing at attention under her sweater, obviously braless! One thing she had added to her wardrobe though was a light jacket. Next picture was on the balcony at the top of the Space Needle, kissing like long time-lovers. The picture showed the skyline of Seattle at sunset in the background, with an older couple visible behind, looking directly at them. One of Mike's hands is inside her sweater, up on her back, pulling her tight to him. Michelle's arms are wrapped around Mike, her beautiful hair billowing around her in the breeze.

Michelle's pictures of her and Mike making out were really starting to get to me. I know that's what she went to Seattle for, and what I had encouraged her to do, but she wasn't making it easy on me. Seeing her with him in real life was a lot different than just fantasizing about them together. Especially, these pictures in public. As I mentioned before, Michelle and I never do anything more than a light kiss where someone might see us, and here she is practically making love to Mike right in front of another couple! I wasn't sure if she was trying to torment me or letting me know, that even as much fun as she was having, she was still thinking of me. Somehow, seeing my wife and Mike kissing, with Mike's hand so familiarly under her sweater out in public like this sent shivers through me so much more than the thought of her having sex with him did. But, every time she sends me one of these pictures, it makes me hard all over again. Maybe that's what she's hoping for. Whatever the reason is, I want her home and in our bed so bad!

That night, I got a text telling me where they were going for dinner and more dancing, along with a picture of Michelle in the dress I picked out, with Mike, arms wrapped around each other. She was looking up at Mike with a dreamy, 'I'm in love' kind of look. There was that look again, or maybe I was just imaging things. She was so beautiful! It was certainly obvious she was following the rule about only wearing the underwear one time. Since I only packed one bra, it was plainly obvious she wasn't wearing it under her dress. I could only presume the same to be true of the panties.

Oh, how I was looking forward to tomorrow night. I had deprived myself of sex with her for over three weeks now. I was envisioning when Alec had fucked her that first time so long ago and what it was going to be like to do the same with her, tomorrow night. I was looking forward to the frantic, hungry, no restraint fucking we've never had, but I've always dreamed of!

Sunday morning resulted in another text. "Mike fucked my brains out last night. Thank you for the other nightie. Mike liked."

Shortly after that, a selfie of Mike and Michelle, both naked, cuddling together in the hot tub, followed by another text, "Sex in hot tub is fantastic." Finally, the text I was hoping for and afraid I might not get, "Plane leaves at 5:00PM, In Pasco at 7:42." No hint though, at what her emotional state was going to be when she got home. Was she still mine? Was she coming home to tell me she was going back to Mike? I just didn't know and until I got a chance to talk to her, I was going to be a nervous wreck!

oooOOooo

The plane arrived on time, right at 7:45 PM. Fifteen minutes later, I saw Michelle walking down the lobby, wearing the leather skirt and sweater, no bra. She looked just as I had envisioned, like a goddess in a dream, so unbelievably beautiful. When she got to me, she wrapped herself around me and gave me one of the best, most emotional kisses of our lives. Obviously, her modesty toward public displays of affection had dissipated significantly over the weekend.

When she finally broke away from kissing me, she told me, "Honey, I love you so much. Tonight, our new life begins!" Those were the sweetest words I had ever heard! My wonderful wife was home and she was still mine. I had brought her wedding ring to the airport with me and slipped it back on her finger. I'm sure that the people in the terminal who were watching us kiss, then me putting the ring on her finger undoubtedly thought I was proposing to her after a long separation. That's almost how I felt too and the separation seemed a lot longer than two days. It had been the longest two days of my life!

When I got my emotions back in control a little bit, I couldn't help but to ask her very quietly, "Are there panties under that skirt?"

She smiled at me, "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you."

I wanted to get her into bed! She could start telling me about her weekend later. In the car, it was hard to keep my eyes on the road; I took my hand from the steering wheel and gave Michelle's thigh a squeeze. My hand moved slowly up her leg until I was sure; No, she wasn't wearing any panties. I just about lost control of my hard cock as I gently caressed my wife's pussy and she moaned, with her hand over mine pushing my fingers inside her.

As soon as we got home, we headed straight for the bedroom. Once the bedroom door was closed, we wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed. As passionately as Michelle and I have kissed in the past, I don't ever remember a kiss like this one. Our tongues were intertwined, Michelle was sucking on my bottom lip, I was in such a haze of desire and we kissed every inch of each other's faces. I pulled off her clothes and kissed the sweet skin underneath; her neck, shoulders, hips, belly, calves, knees thighs...

Michelle and I hadn't ever had rough sex before. But that night I was so horny and had to fuck her and fuck her hard. We couldn't get out of our clothes fast enough. When we finally were on the bed naked, Michelle was already so wet that I plunged into her, forcing out her gasps and moans as she seemed to love it. Her hips were thrusting into mine every bit as hard as I was thrusting into her, screaming, "Fuck me Robert, fuck me!" But she had not waited as long as me; she had been fucking Mike all weekend. I fucked her fast and slow, never letting her anticipate my thrusting. God how I loved the expression on her face as I rammed my cock deep inside her, or slipped every inch out ... leaving her begging for me to fuck her. I tried desperately to take my time. This was so good I wanted it to last. I'd slip my cock out of her all together and finger fuck her for a while, or flick her clit with my tongue while I tried to recover my composure, but she just wanted my cock. It didn't take long after over three weeks of the most excruciating deprivation ever that I was coming inside her, the most intense orgasm I've ever had, with Michelle bucking and screaming under me.

After Michelle and I fucked and we were finally able to catch our breath and able to talk, I asked her to tell me about her trip. "Honey," she started, "I don't think you really want to know all the details. It didn't go exactly like you were expecting."

"How so? And, yes, I really do want to hear details, I need to know what you and Mike did, what you said to each other, mostly I'm curious to hear about your sex life in Seattle."

"Okay, but don't tell me I didn't warn you. I hope you still feel the same way after I tell you some of it."

"Honey, I love you, nothing is going to change that."

"You remember those two texts I sent you, Saturday and Sunday morning? The ones where I said Mike and I fucked each other all night long."

"How could I not remember?"

"To be honest, I sent those because I knew that's what you wanted to hear. Mike and I didn't fuck each other." She paused a moment then went on, "well there was once, after we went swimming Saturday."

"I don't understand. You never made love with Mike, except one time?"

"That's not what I said at all. I said we didn't fuck. To me, there's a difference between fucking and making love. You and I just fucked. And it was absolutely wonderful! But, what Mike did was make love to me. Remember in January, when I first told you about Mike and you asked when the last time I saw Mike was? I told you it was the night after our graduation, then I went to his place and it was the first time we had made love, rather than just having sex. That's how it was this trip, we made love ... a lot ... and it was almost always tender and loving. I think it's a bit ironic. You anticipate Mike and I fucking the whole weekend, but we make love. Then when I come home, I get fucked by my loving husband! I'm not complaining, just struck me as a bit funny.

"The first night, Mike came to the hotel to pick me up and met me in my room. I had touched myself like you asked right before and was so horny when he got there. I wanted to fuck when he first walked in the room and I saw how sexy he still is. Mike came in, looked at me and took me in his arms and kissed me. And, I kissed him back, just as hard. I had on the blouse and bra you sent and started to unbutton it when Mike stopped me and told me no, that could wait until later. God, I didn't want to wait, but Mike insisted.

"Then he took me to the Trinity Nightclub for dinner. We ordered a really nice seafood dinner, but neither of us was hungry, except for each other. We sat in the club and kissed, Mike put his hands on the inside of my thigh, up to my panties, but no higher. Honey, I can't even begin to tell you how bad I wanted him. I wanted his fingers inside me, I wanted his lips on my breasts, I wanted his mouth covering my pussy. It was all I could think about, that I wanted Mike to fuck me.

"After dinner, we sat in our booth doing a lot of talking, asking about each other. I know you didn't want me to mention our marriage, but it was really hard to avoid. We did a lot of kissing and dancing and the whole time we were there, I didn't want anything worse than to be fucked, just like you expected, but the only thing Mike would do was kiss me and hold me tight to him." Michelle lay beside me, eyes closed with a dreamy expression on her face, until she finally started again. "I was so afraid that you might send me a text asking me not to go through with it.

"The surprise came when we got back to the hotel. What I wanted and expected was a frantic session of fucking. But, Mike undressed me, then himself and lay down beside me, both of us naked. He kissed me, sucked on my breasts until I could hardly stand it. He kissed down my stomach to my pussy. Oh God, I was in heaven! I could only take that for a couple minutes and pushed him away, telling him that I wanted him inside me. I wanted to come with him inside me.

"Mike stopped, but still wouldn't fuck me. He told me that he had waited sixteen years and was going to savor every second." Then, her voice dropped to a whisper, "Mike told me that he loved me sixteen years ago and had never forgotten me, but didn't expect to ever see me again as he kissed me again. He made me feel so special and sexy!"

Oh God, I thought. This wasn't supposed to happen. I thought they would just fuck like in college. But it made me so damn horny thinking about another guy wanting my wife and making love to her like that. "So, the chemistry was still there after all these years?"

"Oh yeah, many times over. So much more so than in college that it was unbelievable. When we finally got to the hotel I was literally shaking, I wanted Mike so bad. He was the hottest guy I knew in college, and has gotten even more so now."

"Then, he rolled over on top of me and made love to me. It was so much better than anything he and I did in college. He slowly pushed into me while he was kissing me, then we just stayed like that, neither of us wanting to move for the longest time. Then, Mike started to slowly slide in and out, going deeper inside me every time. Oh honey, I was in such heaven. He felt so good inside me. I never wanted it to end!" With that, she rolled over on top of me and slid herself down on me and rocked back and forth on me. I think she was with Mike again, making love with him, reliving that first time, but I couldn't believe how good she felt to me. "I was surprised how long we made love before we came, but when we did, it was together and was so incredible!"

Michelle was fueling jealousy and desire in me, both simply overwhelming. She and I were making love, she was sliding up and down on me and even after the huge orgasm I had earlier, Michelle's telling me about her and Mike brought me to another orgasm in just a couple minutes.

After we made love, Michelle snuggled in beside me and kissed me and told me, "Honey I enjoyed making love with Mike more than I ever imagined. But I want you to know that it's you I love and I'll never leave you." We held each other and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Michelle and I both had to go to work, so she had to postpone telling me any more about her weekend until later. Talk about a long day at work! I didn't get much done, daydreaming about what Michelle was going to be telling me tonight. One thing I knew for sure was that it would be hot!

The other little item I knew I had to talk to her about tonight kind of dampened my enthusiasm for the evening. I knew I needed to tell her about Jacqui. Michelle and I didn't keep secrets from each other. I didn't think so anyway, until she started telling me about Mike. But that was from before we were married. I wasn't sure how she was going to react when I told her how far we'd gone with Jacqui's modeling. Michelle hadn't ever given a hint that she would be OK with me kissing another woman sexually. I had pushed Michelle into going with Mike, she certainly hadn't encouraged me to do anything with Jacqui. In my mind they were totally unrelated and I was a guilty party.

That evening, Michelle and I went out to the Black Angus for dinner. They have semi-private booths where it's quiet and you can have a private discussion. While we were waiting for our dinner, I told her that I had something I needed to tell her. So I did my best to honestly tell her what had happened at Victoria's Secret with Jacqui when I bought her clothes.

"I had mentioned to Jacqui when I first started looking that I wanted them for your date with your college boyfriend."

"Wait a minute. You told the girl who helped me with the shoes that I was going to have a date to sleep with my old boyfriend? That's a little embarrassing!"

"I didn't exactly say you were going to be sleeping with him. But I think she kind of suspected that when I told her it would be for a weekend. That's how I was able to talk her into trying on the clothes for me. She thought what we were doing was hot and fun and wanted to help." I kind of swallowed a little bit trying to get up the courage to continue, "She's really close to the same size as you. Jacqui wanted me to bring in one of your dresses to match the size, but I thought it would be better if she tried them on instead. When I asked her, she was reluctant, saying it was against the store's policy. When I reminded her how hot she thought this was going to be, she relented and asked me come back after they closed so we'd be alone. She asked me how this date came about, so I explained to her about the night in Kodiak and the story I wrote and how you told me about your college boyfriend, then my fantasy about you and him again.

She tried on the blouse and skirt first, showing me how sexy they were going to be on you, then the dress and even showed me what it would like when you would sit down with no panties on. I guess you probably know what I could see. I was having fun envisioning how hot you were going to look with Mike and how he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you.

I thought she was done, but then she tried on the pink nightgown. God, it looked good on her! I had the vision of what you were going to look like when you went to bed with Mike. Then, she wanted me to feel what it would be like for Mike when you wore it for him, so she pulled my hands to her and rubbed them up and down her waist, and uh, then she told me she was horny and kissed me."

Michelle's grin was getting bigger and bigger as I told her about it. I was really glad to see a grin, rather than the frown and anger I had worried about. "And did you kiss her back?"

"Umm, yeah, she was just so sexy. I couldn't help it, she still smelled like the perfume she had tried on earlier and that nightgown on her was so soft and sexy. While we were kissing, she pushed a strap down and the nightgown off her breast and then literally forced me to suck on her nipple. I guess for a few minutes, I forgot about you wearing it for Mike."

"Forced huh?" I think maybe Michelle was thinking about how much I like her nipples, that maybe Jacqui didn't have to force me too hard.

"I think she wanted more, but I told her I couldn't cheat on you. But I did tell her I wanted to."

"Honey, it would have been OK. I kind of wish you had given in to it. But I love you all the more for not doing it. She sounds really hot to me. You know, you're not the only one with fantasies. I'd really love to hear about you making out with some girl, maybe even going all the way."

I was incredulous at what Michelle had just said. She wanted me to have sex with someone else? She had to be kidding! Guys had those fantasies, not girls. Or maybe she was feeling a little guilty about having a weekend of sex with Mike. I hoped she didn't feel guilty because I was loving what she had done. "Well, she sort of slipped her phone number in my pocket and told me to call her if I ever changed my mind."

"Oh really! What did you do with it?"

"When I got home, I looked at it and then threw it away. But I have to admit, that it was a little hard to not remember the number."

"And you still remember it?"

"Well, yeah, it's going to be a hard thing to unremember. I don't ever plan on calling her though. I've had a guilty conscience, trying to think how to tell you about her."

"Sweetheart, I just got back from making love with my boyfriend all weekend. I don't think you have too much to worry about from a little kiss and a bare nipple." Then, she surprised me again when she whispered to me, "Honey, don't forget the number."

"Babe, this isn't about me having sex with another girl. You're the only one woman I crave. I love you too much."

"Sweetie, I know that. But it would be kind of a nice bonus wouldn't it?"

When I was starting to think maybe she was serious, she changed the subject, "Hon, I finally told you about my affair with Mike, but I realized we never have talked about your love life before we started going together. Tell me about your girlfriends."

"Well, that really won't take long. I took a girl to a movie in LaGrande at Eastern Oregon University, then again when I was at Oregon State. Nothing happened either time, no kiss or anything. I was just too bashful. It was a little bit funny though, when I took the girl in LaGrande to a movie, I had driven my dad's wheat truck to college that week. Have you ever been on a date with a guy driving a wheat truck? Not very romantic.

I had a little bit of a crush on my brother's sister-in-law when she danced pretty tight with me at my brother's wedding reception. I went to see her one time and we kissed and made out a little. I didn't even know enough then to try to kiss her breast. After that one time, she decided she liked her old boyfriend and I never saw her again. She was the only that I ever kissed before you, except maybe a little peck on the cheek. That was pretty much the extent of my love life."

"Wow, and now you have a cute young girl with the hots for you. I think that's exciting!"

I have to admit, for the first time in my life, I was thinking what it would be like to make love with a girl other than my wife. The thought was more than a little pleasant!

Even after telling me that she'd be OK with me and another girl, maybe even want it to happen, I could tell there was something else that she was pretty nervous about. So I asked her, "Honey, you have something else on your mind. What is it?"

She was still uneasy but finally let it out, "Honey, there's one thing we didn't think about before I went to bed with Mike." She was starting to make me nervous that there was something wrong, as she went on, "We never thought about protection. Mike came inside of me every time. What if he made me pregnant?"

Wow, I hadn't seen that one coming! She was right, in all our preparation, that hadn't ever occurred to either of us. I had too low of a sperm count to make her pregnant, so we hadn't even thought about pregnancy for years. Now, the real possibility was staring us in the face. I thought back to when her last monthly had started, about the first of February, two weeks before she left for her date. We had been to doctors several years ago for pregnancy tests, but I didn't remember when they said was a girl's most fertile time, so I asked her "Umm, do you remember when the doctor said you would be most likely to get pregnant?"

She looked at me and whispered softly to me "Two weeks, exactly how long it's been now."

Oh my God, I thought. The real possibility was certainly staring us in the face. "Well, we'll find out in the next month or so won't we?" Michelle had an almost eager look on her face, like she actually wanted it to happen, but I wasn't sure how I would deal with her being pregnant with Mike's baby. That would be pretty rough. The only thing I was absolutely certain is that Michelle and I were adamantly opposed to abortion or the drugs that would terminate a pregnancy, so there wasn't anything we could do about it now, except wait and see.

She didn't want to talk about any more of her trip until we got home, so the rest of the evening was pretty mundane, except I was anxious to go home and hear the rest of her story.

When we got home, we snuggled in on the couch and I asked Michelle to tell me about the rest of her trip. The pregnancy question was still nagging at us, but I still needed to know about the rest of it and wasn't going to worry about the possibility of pregnancy until we actually found out.

"Saturday morning I sent you the first text message and Mike started to suck on my nipple again. It felt so good we made love again." Then, her voice trailed off to a whisper, "Mike asked me to stay in Seattle with him, so I had to tell him everything, about you, our marriage and how much I love you. I told him you encouraged me to go on this trip, and I was his until Sunday, but then I was going home to my husband. Mike was pretty shocked and disappointed, but told me that he understood.

"After that, we laid in bed snuggling together until I told Mike I had to get up and take a shower. I wanted some time to think about what was going on. What I was feeling was so unexpected. But I really didn't get the chance. And this is almost exactly how Michelle described it: I was soaping my breasts when the door opened and there was Mike. He walked over to the shower and I swear his cock grew with each step. By the time he got over to the shower, which was enormous, my heart was pounding. He was magnificent. He held me in his arms as the water cascaded over us, then we kissed. His tongue was so insistent, exploring my mouth.

I pushed him away, but only so I could kneel in front of him. His cock was right in front of me. I held it in both hands and started to stroke it up and down ... that made him groan. I couldn't help myself ... t was hypnotic, so sexy. I stuck out my tongue and traced the shape of him with the tip of my tongue. I could feel his hands on my head, brushing the hair from my face so he could watch me. I kissed the tip of his cock over and over again. Each time, I opened my mouth a little wider until I took the whole head into my mouth. My tongue swirled cross the throbbing tip of his cock, and he groaned then. He staggered a little as if his knees were giving out.

I sucked more of him into my mouth and cradled his balls in my hand. The other hand still stroking the base of his member. He groaned and moaned, and held my head, gently trying to push more of his cock into my mouth. When he got to the back of my mouth, I felt like I was going to gag. But I stroked his cock harder and faster, pressing my tongue against the shaft. Finally he came in my mouth--but I pulled away and the rest sprayed across my face and breasts before the water washed it away. Mike sank to his knees and held me close as the water washed us clean.

Oh God, Robert. I had never felt anything like it; it was so amazing. But now ... now I want nothing more than to do the same with you."

"After breakfast, food I mean, we decided to try out the hotel swimming pool. There was an older lady there that commented on what a nice couple Mike and I made, so I asked her to take a picture of us, which is the one I sent you.

When we got back to the hotel room, it would be an understatement to say that we were both so horny that we couldn't get out of our swim suits fast enough. Mike practically threw me on the bed and bored into my pussy with his mouth, licking, sucking and anything else he could do with his mouth. He spread me wide apart with his fingers so he could get deep with his mouth. Oh God, I was bucking and screaming until he climbed on the bed and shoved his cock in my mouth at the same time he was sucking on me. I licked and sucked on him, his balls, totally losing any control of myself. When neither one of us could stand it any longer, Mike rolled me over on my stomach, up on my knees and rammed himself into me. We had just had pretty fantastic sex just a few hours before so Mike lasted what seemed like forever, ramming his cock in and out of my pussy harder than I ever imagined. I don't even remember how many times I came. It must have been at least three or four until Mike finally had the most violent orgasm I've ever seen. God honey, it was so good. It was like the time I told you about after we watched the sexy movie, but so much better. After Mike finally came inside me, it must have taken us both ten minutes to catch our breath. That was the only time we really fucked instead of making love.

Wow, is that hot or what? That was exactly what I was hoping for. What else could I expect when I kept her horny for three weeks, sent those sexy clothes with her to sleep with the sexiest guy she's ever met. Hearing her tell about their sex together made it seem quite a bit more real than what I had thought it would be like between them though. I wasn't sure how my lovemaking to her was ever going to match what she had experienced with Mike.

It was plainly obvious that there would be a huge change in our relationship. I had every confidence that Michelle would always be mine. I trusted her completely that she would always come home to me. But I also didn't think that I'd ever be able to satisfy her again like I had for the first fifteen years of our marriage. Whether it's Mike, and I suspected that it would be, or another guy, from now on, she was going to want more than I could give. I didn't know if she would be mine alone ever again. Squeezing the genie back into this bottle was going to be totally impossible.

"After we came back down to earth, we got dressed and went Pike Sreet Market, where we wandered around through the shops, then we went to the Space Needle where I sent you the pictures from."

I asked her about that, kissing Mike in the public, when she always acts so reserved with me whenever anyone is around. "I don't know, can't really explain it. I guess it's just what Mike and I did in college and it seemed natural with him, especially where I know no one knows me."

The things I was learning that Michelle was willing to do with Mike that she and I hadn't ever done, that she was pushing her boundaries, I found so exciting and were turning me on even more.

"Saturday night was pretty much a repeat of Friday. We went to dinner, then dancing, but left a lot earlier back to my room and made love a couple times during the night. I have to admit, I fibbed to you about the nightgowns. I never got around to wearing either of them. I went to bed with Mike naked and we slept together naked both nights. Sunday morning, we got up and tried out the hot tub for the first time. I wasn't kidding about the hot tub, sex in the hot tub was out of this world! We need to get one! Then, we went to breakfast."

"What did you do the rest of Sunday, since the plane didn't leave until 5:00?"

"We, I, uh," she started to stammer, then collected her thoughts so she could go on, "We had about four hours after I checked out of the hotel until I needed to be at the airport, so Mike took me to his house on Lake Washington. He has an absolutely beautiful home overlooking the lake that he designed and had built. He showed me his boat, his landscaping around the outside of the house, he even has a small pool. Then we went inside. He started to show me everything, but we didn't get past his bedroom. When he finished showing me the bedroom, it was time to leave for the airport."

"Wait a minute, can you get a little more detailed about Mike showing you his bedroom? Tell me what happened in the bedroom?"

She paused a couple minutes. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she suggested another alternative, "Honey, instead of just telling you, would you want me to take you in our bedroom and show you exactly what Mike and I did yesterday in his?"

I thought about that for a little while before I answered her. Was I really ready for that? From what she has already told me, I suspect it would have been pretty intimate, but there wasn't any way that I could say no, as I was too excited about the prospect of experiencing what she had done with Mike. "Yeah, I think I would like that."

"Ok, give me a few minutes to get myself ready, but I want you to think about it while I'm getting ready. It's going to be pretty intense." And, with that, she got up off the couch and left me alone while she went in the bedroom and closed the door. I wondered about what she had said while I was waiting. Will it turn me on or be overly jealous to see first hand what she and Mike did? I guess I won't know for sure until I witness it. The one thing I do know is that I can't miss this chance to see Michelle's wilder side.

Michelle took about a half hour before she came back out to get me and wow, what a transformation. She had changed her professional work clothes for the sexy skirt and sweater that she wore home from Seattle. Her hair was down, she had her makeup on and smelled strongly of that sexy perfume I bought from Victoria's Secret. This was the first time Michelle had worn it for me and it did exactly what the sales girl said, Michelle smelled so damn sexy! Between her sexy clothes and that perfume, I was already erect. I was imaging what an effect she had on Mike.

Michelle asked me if I was sure I wanted to go through with this. "When we go through that door, it will be Mike and I and there won't be any turning back."

I answered her by getting up off the couch and leading her into our bedroom.

When the door closed behind us, she looked around and told me "Mike, this room is absolutely beautiful, I love how you can look out the patio door to the lake." Then, she looked at me and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth in a very passionate embrace and pulled one of my hands under her sweater to her bare breast. What made this kiss seem so erotic to me was that I knew in Michelle's mind, it was Mike she was kissing. I was so horny from this that it didn't even register with me at the time, why was her kissing Mike so much more erotic to me than her kissing me? But, that's the way it was and I didn't even give it another thought.

When she broke from kissing me, she started unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off of me, then unsnapped my pants, pushing them down, letting my cock spring free. Then, she pushed me down so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, got on her knees and slowly rolled her mouth over my cock, kissing me there, taking me inside her hot mouth to the root and started to suck until I was as hard as I was going to get, my manhood completely filling her mouth, her cheeks hollowed out from sucking.

This was so much more than Michelle had ever done with me before. She hadn't particularly liked my cock in her mouth, but right now was relishing the experience. And the reason is that this was Mike's cock she is making love to with her mouth, not mine. I came so close to losing it completely, imagining Mike's cock invading my wife's mouth like this.

Michelle, stood up, closed her eyes and started gyrating her hips, dancing to an imagined slow sexy song right in front of me. She very slowly pushed her sweater up over her head, revealing those luscious bare breasts and nipples. She slowly began running her fingers lightly over her body, one hand going to her breast where she encircled her nipple, squeezing and pinching, making it hard and pointed. Her other hand was working its way down her stomach, over her glorious curves, gliding to her waist and under her skirt, between her legs. Michelle's hips were moving as if they were making love with her fingers and she was moaning softly when she removed her fingers from between her legs and with both hands started to slide her skirt down, undulating her hips right in front of me the whole time. Oh God, she was magnificent, so damn sexy! I remembered she had shaved and waxed her pussy just for Mike only a few days before. This show had been for Mike, not me, but was making me so horny.

When her skirt was finally removed, she spread her legs slightly and returned her hand to between her legs, where she spread herself slightly with two fingers, circling just inside her pussy, penetrating herself, slowly building in intensity, pushing her fingers in, pulling them out, pushing in deeper and deeper. Michelle's eyes were closed with that look of lust on her face I had seen only a few times. It was like my wife was intoxicated with lust. Michelle had never played with herself like this in front of me and she did this for Mike and was doing it again for Mike right now. I was understanding that when she told me a few minutes ago that it was going to be her and Mike in this room, that she really meant it. She wasn't doing this for me. As far as she was concerned, I was Mike, not her husband of fifteen years. I loved that expression of lust on her face as she was performing in front of her lover.

She worked herself closer and closer to me, so she was only a few inches in front of me when she removed her hand and put them behind my head, pulling my mouth down to her pussy. She put one leg up on the edge of the bed, spreading herself wide, pulling me into her. As soon as my tongue started to work inside her pussy lips, she was gyrating and moaning, "Ohhh, Mike, mmm, that feels so good!" Her pussy was so wet from her arousal. It was only a moment until she started convulsing and pushing herself tight into me, gushing onto my face and moaning indecipherably. I didn't know if she was only teasing me by using Mike's name, but it seemed more likely that at that moment, I actually was Mike to her.

After she climaxed, she frantically kissed me, tasting herself in my mouth, pushing me back up onto the bed. She climbed on the bed, lifting a leg over me, straddling me, positioning herself over my cock, settling down on my erect manhood. She sank slowly onto me, impaling her bare pussy on my cock. Then, she began rising and falling, her body gracefully undulating over me. Then she leaned forward, pulling me up to take her nipple in my mouth and coaxing me to suck, her soft hair falling over my face as she plunged up and down on me. And then suddenly, she pulled off of me, turned her rear to me on her knees and elbows, beckoning me to take her from behind, to penetrate her once again. I didn't need encouragement to bury myself back into her, exactly as Mike must have done, pumping in and out, pulling her hips to me with my hands, burying myself in heaven as deeply as possible. Michelle was moaning, "Oh Mike, Oh, Mike." As we rutted together, fucking hard. I know I was building to a massive orgasm and I could sense Michelle was too as she pumped herself over my cock, both of us shuddering violently as I forced myself as deeply as possible into her one last time and pumped my cum deep inside her and we both exploded in ecstasy, Michelle making a long prolonged moaning as she had an overwhelming orgasm!

Afterward, Michelle rolled over and pulled me to her, kissing me softly as we stretched our bodies out and just laid on the bed caressing each other with our hands and kissing for the longest time.

When she rolled off of me she said she needed to go shower and pulled my hand to join her. When the shower water was nice and hot, she pulled me in with her, letting the hot water run over both our bodies. She gave me the bar of soap and asked me to wash her, so I did as I envisioned Mike would have done, soaping over her nipples, down her stomach and between her legs, which she spread, giving me plenty of access to her pussy. When I was pretty sure she was all clean, I shampooed her hair. When I thought I was done, she took the soap and said it was her turn, so she repeated the same process with me, then kissed me, down my chest to my cock, which she took in her mouth and began to suck, with the hot water running over both of us. She sucked me deep in her mouth, making me moan with pleasure as I grew harder and harder again inside her mouth. When she apparently decided I was hard enough, she stood up, kissed me again and wrapped her arms and legs around me, impaling herself on my cock and we started thrusting until we both came together once again.

When we finally got out of the shower, we dried each other off, then still naked, Michelle led me back to bed and told me "Now, we're done with Mike's bedroom, it's just the two of us now." And she kissed me more fervently than she had all night. "Honey, I wanted you to see what it's like between me and Mike, in case you want me to see him again." It was hard to believe that I had just experienced the same pleasure as she had given another guy only the day before. I told her that she should get an acting award, pretending to be with Mike. "Sweetheart, I wasn't acting. You were Mike."

It took me a little by surprise, that she practically admitted she wants to see him again, so I asked her, just so I'd know, "Did you talk about another date?"

"Mmmm-Hmmm, it was so good between us, and yes, we talked about seeing each other again. I want to feel him inside me again. But it was almost too good. I'm almost afraid to see him again. I told Mike I had to talk to you about it first. If you don't think you can handle Mike and I having sex like we just had, tell me and I'll let Mike know I can't see him again. I love you more than anything and promise you that I won't let this thing with Mike come between us. I could never do anything to hurt you."

As much as I didn't want to, I had to ask her, "Was the sex better with Mike than it is with me?"

She paused a little bit before answering, "Honey, I'm going to always be honest with you. It was new and exciting with Mike. He's not a better lover than you are, but I climaxed harder than I remember for years. I feel so sexy when I'm with him."

This was so much more than I anticipated when Michelle left for Seattle. I expected that her and Mike would fuck and do it over and over again. But, I never in my wildest imagination expected that Mike would be in love with my wife and treat her like the goddess she is. I couldn't help but think of all the things my wife had done with Mike on this one weekend that she and I had never done in our fifteen years of marriage; sex in the shower, coming in her mouth, the masturbating I had just witnessed, the public kissing and on and on. I knew I was jealous that she was so much more open about sex with Mike than me, but at the same time excited about our future. One thing I had to know. "Are you in love with him?"

She paused quite a while before answering, "Honey, I have to admit that I'm really fond of him, certainly more than when I left him sixteen years ago. The sex was so much better than in college. But there are still two things that didn't change. I love you far more than I ever could Mike, we have a life together. And, Mike still lives in Seattle and I will always be here with you."

Michelle's reassurance of her love for me helped a lot. I don't know if I had a death wish or what, but Michelle telling and showing me about their making love, left me feeling like I had to see her and Mike together with my own eyes. It seemed that the more my wife talked about how hot Mike was and how great the sex was between them, and especially when she had shown me how incredibly hot their sex was, the more it stoked my jealousy and the more that jealousy was becoming a thrill to me. A large part of my severe arousal at seeing Mike and Michelle together is the simple fact of how intensely desirable Michelle is to him. I desperately wanted to see my wife and Mike making love, and the hotter the better! That was going to be the ultimate thrill for me.

"Baby, I want you to see him again."

"You want me to go to Seattle again?"

"No babe, I want you to invite him here. I need to see you with him. I don't understand, but I need to see you together. I know you want to and I have a burning need to see him make love with you. Over the last few weeks and especially after this weekend I discovered something of myself that I had only glimpsed before. I need to see my beautiful wife in another man's arms. I want to be there when you meet him. I want to see him kiss you, dance with you, see him take you to his hotel room. It feels like a drug addiction. It makes me so damn horny, how much I like the thought of another guy making love with you and you enjoying it that much. If there's a way, I want to see him make love with you."

Michelle whispered very quietly, "I'll call him." Then she added, "And the girl from Victoria's Secret, I want you to call her."


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