Chapter 36

When I arrived home after work that evening, Michelle was home waiting for me. We embraced and kissed much as we have for the last seventeen years. I was nearly desperate to kiss my wife after the pleasure I knew she’d had with Shaun. I needed to know she still loved me.

After all, it’d been sixteen days since we’d seen each other. We’d never been apart that long since that time she joined me in Kodiak after our wedding. This hadn’t been any ordinary sixteen days either. She had been with her lover, the man I was starting to fear in erotic heaven, Las Vegas! Our kiss went on; hands groping, tongues intertwined, lips nibbling on lips and emotions raw.

I love my wife and my fear of losing her was real and raw. How can I explain that so much of the emotional turmoil I felt while she was gone has, almost, become a necessary part of my life? I hated it but I craved it. More and more, it’s become a huge part of the sexual excitement I feel when she’s with another man. Watching that video of Shaun and Michelle making love, then her expressing her love for him couldn’t have been more frightening. Yet, nothing turned me on more than when she’d uttered those words, “I love you,” to Shaun.

I digress. Michelle finally broke away from me, both of us breathing deeply and a bit ragged. Michelle asked me, “How was your date?” I remembered the pictures that I’d forgotten in the car, so I told her I needed to grab something from the car. I slogged back out through eighteen inches of snow to retrieve them and my other things

Michelle scrolled through the pictures, one by one, her smile revealing her emotions as she looked at the pictures of Ginger and me looking at each other with raw lust and then kissing. I told her those were nothing compared with the two nights we spent together making love. As she looked through them, she couldn’t help but tell me, “She’s so beautiful.”

She asked me, “Do you have any more plans with her?”

Honesty is the best policy in a relationship like ours. “If I had my way, she’d move in with us. But I don’t think Eric would approve. I’m leaving it up to her whether or not we can see each other or how much.” I added, “I assume she’s going to want to have a long discussion with Eric about the weekend.” I couldn’t help but smile, remembering our two nights. “I think I taught her a few new things. She’s going to have fun with Eric.”

Michelle looked through the pictures for a few minutes, then at me and said, “They’re beautiful, she’s so beautiful.” Then she asked me, “How was the rest of the night?”

All I could think to tell her was, “It was perfect!”

I was almost afraid to ask Michelle about her and Shaun, but I had to know, “What about you and Shaun? When are you seeing him again?”

She looked at me, telling me in her sultriest voice, “Let’s talk about Shaun later. Right now I want to make love with my husband.”

That was an invitation I didn’t need to hear twice! We were sitting on the couch and our lips found each other’s once again. This time there was no pretense that either of us had any intention of stopping. We fumbled with clothes, Michelle pushing herself up off the couch enough to push down her skirt and panties while I unbuttoned her blouse. When her blouse was gone, I pulled her bra down to claim a rock hard nipple in my mouth.

My hand gravitated down to her sex where I discovered how wet she already was. My cock was throbbing, aching for release when my wife found the zipper and pulled it down and unsnapped my pants. Oh God! Her hand felt so good around me while my fingers were exploring the inside of her, remembering the joys of her wet pussy. Both of us were humping and groaning, the vision of that video running through my brain.

Michelle pulled away from me and turned, resting her arms against the back of the couch and opening her legs for me. We hadn’t fucked on the couch like this for I have no idea how long. That picture of Michelle impaled on Shaun’s cock flashed through my mind and I buried myself inside her. Michelle gasped and pushed her hips back into me. I plunged into her again and again. I didn’t even realize it at the time, but thought about it later, how glad I was that I’d been with Ginger just the night before. Otherwise, with the intensity of our fucking, I’d have undoubtedly come with my cock’s first contact with Michelle’s pussy.

Michelle screamed and I felt her pussy contracting around me while her body shuddered. Once again, the brief thought of her clamping herself around Shaun’s cock like this over the previous two weeks made me explode inside her. It seemed to go on forever, one ejaculation after another until my sweaty body completely gave out and my bones turned into mush.

When I recovered my breath enough to think, I noticed it for the first time. There on her right hip, just at her panty-line was a tattoo. Michelle hadn’t ever expressed any interest in a tattoo before. It was a small, colorful butterfly on a tulip.

She saw me looking at it, “Do you like it?”

To be honest, I did. I thought it was beautiful on her. “Yeah, I love it. What made you think of having that done?”

“We were in Vegas. I wanted a souvenir and it seemed a lot nicer and longer lasting than a mug.” Then she went on, “You haven’t noticed my other souvenir yet?”

“Umm, no, what?”

“My ankle, notice anything?”

There on her left ankle was a little silver chain with a heart emblem on it. “Do you notice anything different about it?”

I looked at it. It was pretty, there was a colored rose engraved into the heart but I didn’t see anything particularly unique. I’d read enough stories on SOL to have an idea what the significance probably is.

“The clasp. Do you see the clasp?”

I looked at the chain. I didn’t see a clasp. It appeared to be a solid chain. I looked at her quizzically, “How?”

“The chain is welded. I can’t take it off. The ring holding the heart is welded too. I had the jeweler weld them in place so it wouldn’t come off.”

The significance of that wasn’t lost on me. My wife intended to be a hot-wife and stay that way. She’d definitely brought home some souvenirs from Las Vegas, proof of the change in our relationship over the last two years. Michelle was announcing to anyone who understood the significance of that ankle bracelet, “Michelle Fields is a hot-wife and proud of it!”

One thing I was a little confused about, “How do you put on your panty hose if you can’t take it off?”

“I guess I won’t. When I need nylons, I’ll wear thigh-highs.”

“Mmm, they’re sexier anyway, nice and lacy at the top where guys can get a glimpse when you wear the right skirt.”

After dinner, we went to bed and made love again. We kissed softly with my hand caressing one of her nipples and boob. I could feel the thud of her heartbeat through her chest. I moved my lips down over her breast and sucked a nipple into my mouth, feeling it stiffen and listening to Michelle’s moans as I sucked.

As I suckled her breast, my hand moved slowly down her stomach, pausing briefly to play with her belly button, then down to the smooth skin of her shaved pussy lips. I couldn’t help but wonder how many times Shaun had done this very thing to her over the last two weeks. Thinking of his fingers inside her pussy only heightened my own arousal. I wondered if Michelle was thinking about me or Shaun as she softly moaned when I discovered how wet she was.

I pressed a finger inside her, causing her hips to buck up to meet me, then another. She was so hot that I couldn’t resist any longer. I pulled out my fingers, rolled over onto her and pushed my cock inside her hot, wet pussy lips. I relished the exquisite feel of her as I pushed myself fully inside her and stayed there, both of us gently rolling our hips while we kissed.

There’s no way I can ever get enough of her kisses when I’m buried inside her like I was. My thoughts of Shaun making love to her had totally evaporated as I was in a sea of bliss. My hands went to her face, caressing every pore of her beautiful face while we kissed and made love.

I felt her pussy gently clinching around me and was so close to coming that I had to pull out of her completely momentarily. Thank goodness we’d fucked only a little while earlier or it would have been too late. As it was, Michelle sighed and reached down to push my cock back inside her, engulfing me with her hotness once again. This time I slowly moved in and out of her until I felt her shudder and her pussy spasm. I pushed as far inside her as I could and matched her climax with my own.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms for the first time in over two weeks. It was a sleep of deep satisfaction. My wife was home!

Over the next several days, the snow gradually melted turning the roads into slippery, sloppy messes. It was harder to get around than right after the snow. The semi-melted slush would partially freeze at night, then melt again during the day. Road crews worked continually on the roads but there was so much of it that it was almost impossible to manage. The storm drains were mostly plugged with snow and ice so the crud just built up in the curb and back in the streets where it froze during the night.

The road conditions made the entire week slow at work, giving me time to think about what our life had become. Michelle and I had become members of a swinging lifestyle and that bracelet made it clear that this was only the beginning. I’d wondered before where our path might lead us and I wondered anew, what was in our future? It seemed such a short time ago that we were a normal, monogamous couple.

The following Saturday night was our square dance club’s Christmas dance. We bought a couple little gifts for the exchange; an M&M machine with a big bag of peanut M&M’s from Costco and a pie making kit with a nice ceramic pie plate. Michelle had a green skirt for the dance and found a red, satin blouse at D&B Ranch Supply. I love it when she wears satin or silk to a square dance with so many men putting their arms around her and feeling how sexy she is. I wore my green shirt with a red tie to match her.

I was thrilled when Eric and Ginger arrived at the dance. I’d been afraid that Eric would want to avoid us after I’d slept with Ginger those two nights. To the contrary, when they saw us on the other side of the room, they made a beeline and Ginger threw her arms around me for a big hug. Michelle and Eric hugged as well, but not quite so exuberantly. I kept hoping that Michelle and Eric would fall for each other and have a little fling. The only time I’d mentioned it, Michelle told me that she simply wasn’t particularly attracted to Eric romantically.