Chapter 12

At the conclusion of the last story, Tuesday night I had asked Michelle to read the story, including Jacqui and I expressing our love for each other over Memorial Day. She cried, I cried and we weren’t able to have sex with each other that night.

Before she read the story and went to pieces, she talked briefly about her trip to Reno with Mike, including their stay in an old bordello in Virginia City. We hadn’t discussed very much of their trip because of the situation between me and Jacqui.

Wednesday morning we woke up and both of us had to work so we didn’t have any quality time to discuss our situation. Then before Michelle left for work, she told me that because of the Monday holiday, Mike was meeting his client with the medical center on Wednesday instead of Tuesday, so she was going to Prosser right after work to spend the night with him.

Now I was truly becoming afraid of losing our marriage. Both of us needed to talk about last weekend to try and salvage what was so precious to us; our marriage and each other! Instead of that, Michelle had chosen to spend another night with her lover. Its been a week since she and I have made love together and tonight she chose Mike over me again.

To all our friends and family, Michelle and I had a perfect marriage and a perfect relationship. No one was aware of the game we had been playing the last several months. During Michelle’s weekends away everyone assumed she was visiting a girlfriend from college. Our weekends away they assumed we were with each other. The square dance club knew about Jacqui, but only that she was a friend taking lessons.

I brooded over the possibility of losing Michelle all morning and finally in the early afternoon decided there wasn’t any way I could spend the evening and night alone, so I called Jacqui and asked if I could spend the night with her at her house. She was more than thrilled that I was coming over. My day brightened considerably, but still the gloom of potentially losing Michelle was hanging in the back of my mind.

I remembered that on our first date, I had taken Jacqui some flowers. That evening after work, I stopped at a florist’s shop and bought her a beautiful bouquet and vase. She didn’t get home from Victoria’s Secret until a little after nine, so I had quite a bit of time to kill before I could see her. I thought about going to VS to say hi before she got off work, but thought it would be a little dangerous. Didn’t think her customers or manager would appreciate some guy practically raping her in the middle of the store, so I drove down to the river to watch the sunset. The one thing I didn’t want to do was go home to an empty house.

I knew that Jacqui was usually home by nine fifteen or so, so I drove into her driveway at nine twenty. I was thrilled that she was home. When I went to her door she opened it, and like our first date, she took the flowers, thanked me and put them on her table. This time though I didn’t get a little peck on the cheek. I got a fabulous mouth to mouth resuscitation kiss, her arms around my neck, hands in my hair pulling me to her. I resisted her as much as I could; NOT!

When she finally broke away from me, I told her, “Wow, I like your hello!” Then I asked her if she had eaten dinner yet. She hadn’t, so I suggested we go to an upscale restaurant for a gourmet dinner. We agreed on McDonald’s.

While sitting in the back corner of the upscale restaurant, we started talking about Michelle. “Honey, what did Michelle say? What did you tell her?”

“Well, Monday night, we didn’t talk about it too much, we were both too tired. She told me just a little about her and Mike’s weekend. Saturday night they stayed in an old historic whorehouse. She said they made love four times that night thinking about what the old bed had been used for in times past. Tuesday, I stayed home and finished writing the story about our weekend, and let her read it that night, so I wouldn’t forget anything. She enjoyed reading about us making love until she realized how much we’d fallen in love with each other. By the time she got to the end, she was crying pretty hard; afraid she was losing me. I tried to reassure her, but I don’t think I did a very good job.

“We didn’t make love last night. That was the first time we didn’t for two nights in a row for as long as I can remember, except during her monthly. This morning she told me she was going to spend tonight with Mike. I wanted to talk about everything, but she chose Mike instead.” I looked at her and admitted, “I’m afraid. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us. I don’t want to lose her.”

Jacqui looked at me and whispered softly, “What about us; you and me?”

“I don’t know. I’m torn between two loves now, and I don’t know what to do. I know I want to enjoy every minute with you.”

“You say that like you don’t think we’ll be together much longer.”

I took both of her hands in mine and looked her straight in the eyes, “Jacqui, honey, I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen, between me and Michelle or between us. The one thing I do know is that I love you, and I want to enjoy every minute we have together.”

She smiled at me and made the suggestion I had been thinking all evening, “Then why don’t we go back to my house and start enjoying?”

“Will I have to wait an hour for you to get ready for bed?”

“You silly, it’s never been an hour. But no, I think we’ll do something else tonight.”

As soon as we walked through the door, Jacqui led me into her bedroom. She told me to sit while she put on music. Then she stood in front of me, took the knot from her hair (how the heck do girls tie their hair up like that anyway?), brushed it out down over her shoulders, and slowly did a striptease dance.

“You know sweetheart, you’re so sexy you could do this for a living.”

She gave a little giggle, “I don’t think Victoria’s Secret would quite approve of that.”

“Maybe you could convince them you’re just demonstrating their sexy lingerie.”

“Hmm, maybe. But my boyfriend might not approve.”

She turned away from me, looking over her shoulder with an impish grin as she unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Covering her breasts with her hands, she turned back to me. “You might be right. He would probably want you all to himself.” I pulled her to me, pushing her hands away from her boobs, caressed her soft skin and sucked a nipple in my mouth as she slipped her panties down off her beautiful hips.

She pushed me away from her and told me it was my turn; pulling me up off the bed and sitting down in my place to watch me strip.

I did my best to be as provocative as I could, but didn’t think it would have the same effect as her stripping had on me. Maybe I was wrong. She was kind of licking her lips and pinching her nipples as I slipped my jeans and boxers down off my waist; letting my fully engorged cock dangle right in front of her. She knelt down in front of me and wrapped her beautiful lips around me.

I stood there, eyes closed, enjoying heaven with Jacqui’s lips wrapped around my cock. Pulling me in and out of her mouth, she was doing her best to suck the sperm out of me. Reluctantly, I had to pull away from her, as I enjoyed making love with her too much to cum in her mouth. I pulled her up to me, standing at the foot of her bed, and as we kissed our naked bodies crushed against each other. Jacqui’s arms were around my neck, pulling my lips tight to hers. I leaned into her as we fell backwards onto the bed. We were both literally frantic with lust, and my cock seemed to naturally find Jacqui’s pussy and press inside her.

The feeling inside Jacqui’s womb was pure ecstasy. Her muscles tightened on me as they always did, but it’s something I couldn’t get used to, and such an exquisite feeling that it’s simply impossible to describe. I was torn between simply keeping myself pushed deep inside her, feeling that pulsating, or plunging in and out or her! I’d pull out and plunge in several times, which only intensified that pulsing feeling when I rested inside her. Jacqui’s legs were wrapped around me and she was moaning incoherently. Each time I plunged inside her she grunted and her hips rose to meet mine. When that wonderful feeling of release started to rise in me I couldn’t help but keep up the plunging, harder and harder, trying to reach inside her farther than ever before. As it continued to build, I could tell it was going to be one of the most incredible orgasms I had ever experienced. Jacqui’s face was glistening with sweat and an excruciating expression of lust. I briefly thought that I would give anything to capture that expression with a camera, then all thought of anything dissolved into a breathtaking feeling of euphoria. My muscles tightened, and my cock exploded inside of her with spasm after spasm of hot cum. I was totally oblivious to anything else. Later, Jacqui told me that her orgasm was just as wrenching.

I think I realized later how much my emotions had affected me; the fear of losing my wife and my love for Jacqui had simply overwhelmed me. I didn’t know how a person could love two people as much as I loved my wife and my girlfriend. Jacqui rolled away from me and I snuggled tight against her. I couldn’t help but rub my hands over that soft skin and through her silky hair. It reminded me of that night 15 years ago when my friend Alec was enjoying the feel of Michelle’s soft skin for the first time before ravishing her through the night.

After the earth shattering sex Jacqui and I had just experienced, there wasn’t any possibility of a repeat that night. I have to admit that as I lay there cupping Jacqui’s soft breast in my hand, I couldn’t help but think about that night in Kodiak and wish it was Michelle in my arms. God, how I loved that woman!

The next morning I awoke first and I had to get up as I had to be at work a couple hours before Jacqui did. I couldn’t help but watch her, her hair spread wildly on the pillow, one bare breast exposed above the sheet, her face so beautiful and innocent in sleep. I slowly slipped out of bed, careful to not wake her, then slipped in the shower and dressed in the clothes from the night before. Jacqui had an extra toothbrush for me to use, but I had to go to work with a light stubble on my face. When I was ready, I kissed Jacqui to wake her up, then sucked a nipple into my mouth, drawing out a moan from her. I told her it was time for her to get up, but I had to head out to work. “I think I like that alarm clock,” she told me as I was leaving her bedroom.

I had a very long day at work Thursday. I knew that Michelle and I needed to talk and I was afraid of what might be said. As much as I had come to love Jacqui, Michelle was still my wife and I loved her dearly. The thought of losing her was just too painful to comprehend. As much as I enjoyed last night with Jacqui, I wished that Michelle had stayed home with me so we could have the discussion we needed to have about our future, and make love together again. I think I was more jealous of Mike that day than I had ever been before.

When five o’clock finally rolled around, I rushed home, hoping that Michelle would be there. I have to admit I wasn’t sure that she would even be coming home at that point. When I drove down the street to our house and saw her car in our driveway I breathed a gigantic sigh of relief. My relief was tempered by fear of our upcoming discussion of our future.

I opened the door, looked around, and saw my beautiful wife sitting at the kitchen table with her Amazon tablet I had gotten her on her last birthday, and a big diet coke. She got up as I walked over to her and gave me a very nice kiss on the lips and a hug. She didn’t do anything to alleviate my fears as I would normally have expected a passionate kiss, rather than a nice kiss. She sat back down and asked me, “How was your day today?”

“OK I guess, pretty nervous most of the day.”

“About?”

“Us. What we’re going to do now.”

“Yeah, me too. What did you do last night?

“I spent the night in Jacqui’s bed making love with her. You?”

“Pretty much the same thing; Mike and I made love most of the night.” Then her voice got very quiet, “Mike told me again that he loved me and I told him I loved him too.”

“I suspected as much. You already know how Jacqui and I feel about each other. Where does that leave you and me?”

She was barely whispering, “This morning after I told Mike I loved him, he asked me to come to Seattle with him.”

My heart was pounding harder than I think it ever had. I was deathly afraid to ask her the next question that I was afraid I already knew the answer to, “You mean for another weekend?”

She looked at me straight in the eyes and whispered, “No, he meant permanently.”

It’s amazing the thoughts that go through your head at a time like this. My whole body was shaking, even my hands were shaking. I thought about what Michelle and I had been through together since the night she walked up to me at a basketball game over fifteen years ago; how much we were in love. That sexy night in Kodiak that started all this, New Years Day when she first told me about Mike, and our efforts to have a baby together. Our square dancing, camping trips, and her assuring me she wouldn’t ever want to move to a big city. The fun we’ve had, and finally how our game had spiraled so far out of control. I never had any idea so many thoughts could go through your mind in only a few seconds. I was so close to bursting into tears that it was nearly unbearable.

I was barely able to speak, “And you answered him how?” I was deathly afraid to hear her answer to that question.

“I told him,” She paused for what seemed like an eternity to me, in reality probably only a few seconds, while she gathered her thoughts, “No, not yet.”

I heard the word ‘no’ and was able to breathe again, until I realized the rest of what she said, ‘not yet.’

“What does that mean, not yet?”

“I told him that you and I needed to talk first before I made a commitment like that. I need to know about you and Jacqui, what you want, and what about you and me?”

I took a deep breath. I knew that honesty was the only possibility we had of saving our marriage at this point. “Honey, I can’t lie to you. I never intended for it to happen, but I fell in love with Jacqui. I love making love with her, I think she’s a wonderful girl, and we have fun together outside the bedroom. She’s just about perfect.” I paused briefly trying to choke out my words, “The only thing is that she isn’t you. I love you more than life itself. No one, not even Jacqui will ever be able to replace my love for you. After Jacqui and I made love last night, actually I guess the term ‘fucked’ would be more appropriate for last night, I told her how afraid I was; that I didn’t want to lose you.”

I took another deep breath after bearing my soul, “And I guess that brings us back to the question from a few minutes ago. What about you and Mike? How are you going to answer him?”

She looked down like she was afraid of her answer, “I still don’t know. I love him. I don’t know if I can be without him.”

“And me, do you still love me?” Tears were starting to flow from my eyes.

Now she looked back up at me with tears in her eyes as well, “Yes, I don’t know how to live without you either. I don’t know what to do. I love both of you.”

“But you’re still thinking that you might go with him?”

She whispered to me ever so softly, “Yes.”

Now my tears were flowing hard; I was barely able to hold back from sobbing. “Even if I was to tell you that I’d say goodbye to Jacqui?”

Michelle wiped the tears from her eyes, “Honey, it’s not just Jacqui. After what you told me a minute ago, I don’t even mind if you keep seeing her. That isn’t going to make a difference to me. I need time to think. Can we go to bed now, I just want to make love with you. We can talk some more about it tomorrow. Please?

Oh how badly I wanted to take her to bed, make love with her, forget about Mike, and blank the last six months from my mind. The thing was, I knew I couldn’t blank it out of my mind. I didn’t even know if I could make love with my Michelle. I did know that I could hold her. I could wrap my arms around her and cling to her like there might not be a tomorrow, because in our case, there might not be. Even though it was still early, I needed the reassurance that, although slight, holding her in my arms would bring.

We hadn’t had supper, with nothing to eat since lunchtime, since I wasn’t hungry then either. I certainly didn’t have an appetite tonight. Michelle led me into our bedroom. Once inside, she turned and kissed me; the kiss I had wanted when I walked in the house earlier. I pushed her away, thinking back to that magical night in Kodiak. I started unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, one button at a time until her frilly, soft, black bra was fully exposed. Ever since she had started seeing Mike, she had foregone her utilitarian white bras in favor of totally sexy ones. I reached around her and unsnapped it, lifting both it and her blouse off over her head. Michelle took my head in her hands, wrapping them through my hair, and pulled my mouth down to her bare nipple where I had sucked so many hundreds of times before.

I thought again about what I might be losing and my tears started falling once again; letting me taste my own salty tears on her nipple. I reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down off her smooth, sexy hips and long perfect legs. I knew she hardly ever wore panties when she was with Mike, but she had put on the bikini panties matching her bra since she had to work that day. When she was down to her panties, I picked her up, and laid her on our bed. I laid down beside her, still clothed, took her in my arms and kissed her; pulling her bare breasts and nearly naked body to me. When we broke away from the kiss, we both had tears falling onto our bed. I held her and gently cried for what seemed like hours.

When there were no more tears left, I got up, undressed, climbed back in bed with her and took her in my arms again until I fell asleep. I awoke a few hours later with a soft, warm sensation on my cock, quickly realizing it was Michelle wrapping her mouth around me, slowly sucking up and down. She had pushed my underwear down while I was still asleep, bringing Clyde (our pet name for my cock) to full attention. When she realized I was awake, she briefly kissed me, climbed on top of me and lowered herself down onto me, impaling herself. We both moaned in pleasure at what was our first lovemaking in over a week.

My wife gently rose and fell over me, increasing the tempo, as we both came closer to a climax. Over the years, we had learned to come at the same time, which increased our pleasure ten fold. Tonight was no exception, as we both exploded and shook as I plunged deep inside her and warmed her vagina with my hot cum.

Afterward, we settled back into a face to face embrace for the rest of the night. I lay awake, unable to go back to sleep, hoping beyond hope that I could hang onto my wife. I thought about Jacqui, unable to get her out of my mind either; afraid of how to tell her that it was over between us if Michelle told Mike no. I wasn’t even certain that I could continue with Jacqui knowing it wasn’t a game any longer. My mind was a total mess and I hoped things would be clearer in the light of day.

It turned out that our situation did clear up a little the next morning. When Michelle and I were having breakfast, she told me of her plan. “I want to spend the next two weeks just you. No Mike at all. I’ll tell him no phone calls, no texts, nothing. You can spend time with Jacqui if you want, take us both square dancing, take her home and make love with her if you want, but I’m going to be exclusively yours for the next two weeks.”

I liked her plan so far, except I didn’t think I’d be able to continue a relationship with Jacqui during that time, maybe platonic, taking her to square dancing or dinner, but not spending one of my precious nights with her. Then Michelle dropped the rest of her bomb on my plate. “Then I want to spend another weekend with Mike and I’ll tell him either yes or goodbye.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Two weeks, plus one weekend to decide the rest of our lives? We decided that we’d be together until June 13th. Then she was going to go back to Seattle for what I hoped would be her last time. Assuming she did come home after that, our game had gone as far as it possibly could go. Both our emotions with our lovers had simply gone too far. We had slipped over the waterfall. We would give one more weekend, then have to say goodbye to our lovers.

We decided that the last weekend would be June 13th. Michelle let me listen to her call to Mike where she told him she wouldn’t be able to see him until the 13th, when she would drive up. She asked him not to call until then. We didn’t want to deprive Jacqui of her square dance lessons, so we agreed that we’d all go together.