Chapter 4

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.”

“Okay, 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 okay?”

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!