Chapter 3

Michelle is thirty-eight 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.

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!