Chapter 10

That evening I sat at my computer, starting to work on this story, enjoying every minute of it, occasionally glancing at the two gift-wrapped packages on the edge of my desk, not knowing where the story was going in the coming weeks. I couldn’t imagine a guy having a better life than I did right then ... a wonderful wife who I loved unwaveringly and a beautiful girlfriend who that wonderful wife knew about and approved of whole-heartedly. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world!

Then a funny thought struck me, well at least it was to me; you might think it’s a bit corny. Since I started to write these stories about Michelle and I, I’ve been communicating a lot with a couple, ‘Lucky’ Rob and his beautiful Japanese wife Annie, AnnieLuvsToFu on SOL (from her pen name, you can figure out why Rob considers himself a lucky guy). It dawned on me that the name ‘Rob’ must be an extremely lucky name, as Annie’s Rob is lucky to have her and I (Robert) am just as lucky to have my beautiful wife and girlfriend! I don’t know if Rob and I are the luckiest guys on earth, but have to be right up there in the top ten, and both of us named Rob. If I ever have a boy, I think I’ll name him Rob Junior.

When I went to bed, it still had the distinctive odor of Jacqui’s perfume and it felt pretty lonely, but I was tired after being awake much of the night before and writing late into the night. I went to sleep quickly and Sunday I slept in. When I woke up, I realized I still hadn’t heard anything from Michelle since she had left. That made me a little nervous, but I didn’t want to bother her. I had a pretty good idea she was in Mike’s arms one way or the other.

I went to Church with Michelle’s parents. My parents lived in Pendleton, Oregon, about 50 miles away so I didn’t see them as much as Michelle’s. After Church, I worked on the story a little bit, cleaned up the yard, getting ready for spring, since it was mid-April and spent a good share of the day wondering what time Michelle would get home and working more on the story. I didn’t expect her until late in the evening and was pretty anxious. I was nervous about telling her about my night with Jacqui, and still pretty nervous that I hadn’t heard anything from her all weekend.

That afternoon, I had another thought. I had left Michelle’s sexy teddy on the bed and I wondered if we could still smell the perfume Jacqui used Friday night, so I went in and held it to my nose and breathed in. It was there, but oh so faint. I wanted Michelle to know exactly what we had done, so I found the perfume Jacqui used and sprayed the teddy with it so it would be very obvious when Michelle got home.

Seven o’clock came around and no Michelle, eight, nine, ten and still nothing from her. I was starting to get a little frightened and finally called her, no answer. Now, I was definitely starting to get worried. Even after all this time, I didn’t have Mike’s phone number. I swore then that I wanted his number before she went to see him again. Every minute was dragging, had she been in an accident? I hadn’t heard from her all weekend, did she decide not to come home at all? As much as I trusted her, that thought still petrified me this late. I tried to call her a couple more times, both times it went straight to her answering machine. It was eleven fourteen when I saw headlights coming down our street and held my breath, please turn in our driveway, please turn in.

When the headlights did turn in, I breathed again and realized I had been shaking with fear. I loved this girl who had just come home to me. I realized then the difference between the lust I felt for Jacqui and the love I had for my wife.

When she walked in the door, I took her in my arms, kissed her and told her how scared I had been. She apologized and said her cell phone was dead and she had left the charger in Mike’s car. I asked her how her weekend was and she told me it had been absolutely wonderful, but she was too tired to tell me the details and would tomorrow.

We went to bed and when Michelle saw the teddy on the bed she asked me about it. I asked her to smell it and maybe it’d give her a hint. She did so, looking a little surprised, “I know that’s my perfume, but I haven’t used it for a long time.”

“I know. Jacqui spent Friday night with me and I asked her to wear it. She borrowed some of your perfume and I think a little of your make-up too.”

Michelle took another smell and smiled, “And did you and Jacqui have a good time Friday night?”

Now was the time of truth that I had decided to be honest with her. “Honey, do you remember me telling and showing you how wonderful it had been with Jacqui when I slept with her the night Mike was here?”

“Yes, as I recall, we had a pretty good night when you pretended I was Jacqui.”

“Well, I wasn’t exactly just pretending. I was really imagining you were her. But what I wanted to tell you about last Friday is that that first night with Jacqui didn’t even hold a candle to last Friday. She wore your nightgown, put on perfume, make-up and a pair of your high heels.” I paused a little bit, summoning my courage. “When we went to bed, it was so good I was afraid to tell you. It felt like something I didn’t think I could ever give up.”

Michelle whispered, “Are you in love with her?”

“No, I realized since that I loved the sex, I’m infatuated with her, I lust for her, but love? No.”

“Remember when you asked me about the emotional waterfall? How close I was to going over the falls with Mike? That you wanted me as close to the edge as possible. Are you there with Jacqui, right at the very edge.”

“I’ve thought about it a lot since Friday, and no, I’m not at the edge of the waterfall, probably not even very close to it, but definitely drifting that way.”

“Then, sweetheart, I think you should keep seeing her, just don’t go over the waterfall. Since Jacqui came into our lives, I’ve discovered something about myself too. Now I understand why you want to see me with Mike and I’m the same way with you and Jacqui. It thrills me so much thinking of you and her together, making the sweetest love possible. And as far as Jacqui wearing my things Friday, I absolutely love it! That makes it almost like I was there with you emotionally, helping you, coaxing you on making love with her.”

I looked at my wife, wondering how it would be possible to love anyone more than I did with her. “I love you honey, thank you. What about you and Mike, I know you’re tired, but can you give me a hint?”

“All I really want to say before we go to sleep is that it was probably every bit as good as you described with Jacqui. Now, can we go to sleep?”

“Wait, wait, one more thing. “ I jumped up and ran to my office, bringing back the package from Victoria’s Secret. “I have something for you,” and handed her the package.

She looked at it, then at me and her hands shook as she started to unwrap it. When she had the nightgown out, she held it out away from her and told me, “It’s beautiful, I love it! Thank you!” She got up, pulled it over head and felt down the sides of it, “It’s so soft and comfy. I love it.” She climbed back into bed, with me right behind her, spooning her, my head alongside hers in an all night snuggle.

Michelle cooked a pot roast dinner for Monday night. After the dishes were done, we sat on the couch and talked, I had told Michelle most everything significant about my weekend, so I asked about hers.

“Honey, it was everything I imagined it could be. We made the sweetest love that I think is possible, we went out all day Saturday and Sunday, just spending time together and doing fun things, exactly what I wanted to be able to do. We went to the Mt St Helens National Monument Saturday, made love Saturday night, then went to Pike Street Market and the Seattle underground Sunday. It was a little after seven when we got back to his house and I started home.”