Chapter 40

We had a square dance weekend planned in Baker City March twelfth. We’d had it planned for a long time, to go with our square dance friends, Jim and Joan. We’d made hotel reservations at the Best Western a month earlier for Saturday night for a room with two queen beds as we enjoyed sharing a room with them. We’d been friends with them long before we started our sexual odyssey and our relationship with them was purely platonic, other than a little sexual teasing. They had no idea of how we’d expanded our sexual horizons and we had no intention of changing our friendship with them.

Ginger and Eric couldn’t go due to the fact Ginger had a conference she had to attend that Saturday. Unfortunately, Jim sprained his ankle pretty badly during the week so they couldn’t go either. That left Michelle and I with the big room all to ourselves. I wondered what we might do during the night to amuse ourselves.

Baker City is about a two-and-a-half hour drive for us. We left early so we could go through the Baker Historical Museum. Baker County was a hotbed for gold mining, starting in the 1860’s. There are dozens of ghost towns, some like Sumpter and Granite that have somewhat resurrected themselves and others like Bourne that are nothing but a pile of hundred-plus-year old debris. The museum has artifacts and history of so much of the old west and gold mining, including a miniaturized replica of the town site in the movie “Paint Your Wagon”, with Lee Marvin and Clint Eastwood. We were disappointed that Jim and Joan couldn’t have gone with us. It’s so much more fun exploring with friends.

We spent the afternoon going through the museum, then we went to a fantastic steak dinner at the Haines Steak House in the little town of Haines. After dinner, back to the motel to get ready for the dance that night.

I always love watching Michelle getting ready to go out. I hadn’t seen which of her square dance dresses she intended to wear that night, but enjoyed watching her sitting in her bra and thong panties putting on her makeup. I wondered if those panties were what she intended to wear, since with her square dance skirts and full slips, whatever she wore underneath would show whenever she twirled. If it was, I thought it might turn into an exciting evening!

I have to admit that I was a little disappointed that, instead of one of her short skirts, Michelle put on a long one, just a few inches above the floor, along with a lacy blouse. It wasn’t overtly sexy, both were opaque so I couldn’t even see the bright blue of her bra or panties under them, but she still looked fabulous. The skirt fit tight around her rump before flaring just a little to let her move freely. It definitely wouldn’t flare up to show off her thong panties. She handed me my light blue shirt, matching her skirt, along with the bolo she’d given me for Christmas.

We didn’t know anyone at the dance particularly well. We’d seen several of them at other dances, but no one else from our club had been able to make it. One person that Michelle knew was red-shirt guy from Wallowa Lake. This was the guy who she’d danced with several times with and had a short fling with last September. At least I assumed she had. She hasn’t ever said for sure one way or the other.

As soon as Michelle saw him, she got a smile on her face and walked over to talk to him. A moment later, she was back with him in tow, “Honey, this is Brian. Remember him from Wallowa Lake?”

How could I forget him? I’ve had daydreams and nightmares about this guy trying to figure out what my wife had done with him! “No, I don’t think I do,” I told her.

She kind of grinned at me like she knew I was fibbing, which I obviously was. “Brian asked me to dance several times, nothing more.”

“Oh yeah, I remember, you were the guy with the red shirt.”

He looked at me a little quizzically, “I don’t remember which shirt I might have worn that night. I definitely remember your gorgeous wife though!”

I’ll just bet you do, she took you out back and fucked you, kind of easy to remember, I thought to myself. I wasn’t about to say it out loud though. Then my lizard brain started thinking again, if you can actually call it thinking. I wondered how to arrange something happening again. “Grab a chair,” I told him. “Sit with us.”

When the first tip started, I said to red-shirt guy, thinking that now that he has a name, maybe I should start using it. “Brian, I bet Michelle would love to have a dance with you.”

He got a big grin on his face, “I’d love to. Michelle, would you do me the honors?”

She took his hand and joined a square at the far end of the room. While the caller was getting all the squares up on the floor, I saw another face I recognized from Wallowa Lake, an attractive lady I’d danced with a couple times, Katie, so I strolled over and asked her if she’d like to dance. She grinned at me and said she’d love to. I remembered that she’s an excellent square dancer so we had a great time that tip. The caller was a big-name caller from out of the area and much better than any of our local callers.

After that first tip, I escorted Katie back to her table, and Michelle and red-shirt guy (habits die hard) Bian, I thought to myself, joined me. When I realized that Katie was sitting alone, I asked her if she’d like to sit with us. She said, “Thank you, but my husband’s going to be right back. He just went to the restroom.” I was disappointed. I’d forgotten that she was married. When I saw him come in and sit with her, I have to admit I was a little pleased. He was on crutches. Obviously he wouldn’t be able to dance so I’d have a partner when Michelle was dancing with Brian ... and I was going to encourage her to dance with him often.

I sat back down with Michelle and Brian, and we spent the next few minutes visiting. I noticed his glances toward my pretty wife. I was thinking that he’d sure love seeing what was under that blouse and skirt.

Michelle and I danced together the next couple tips. Brian sat by himself while we danced and I suggested to Michelle that he was probably getting lonesome while we danced. The next one, she asked him to dance with her and I asked Katie again. That time, we ended up in the same square with two other couples. One of the times after we’d changed partners and I was promenading with Michelle, I whispered in her ear that she should flirt with Brian a little more, that I didn’t mind dancing with Katie.

In fact, I loved dancing with Katie. I’d have liked to get to know her a little better, except for the fact that she was married. Katie was probably in her mid-forties; long, blonde hair; pretty face and nice sized boobs that would be just right for a mouthful. Unfortunately, she didn’t give off any indication that she and her husband were even remotely interested in anything extra-curricular except for square dancing. He didn’t seem to mind me dancing with her. I made every effort to be a perfect gentleman, escorting her to the dance floor and back to her husband each time we danced together, and thanking her profusely for each dance.

Michelle took my flirting suggestion to heart and danced the next several dances with Brian. When we were sitting at our table, she’d talk with him, giggling at his silly little jokes, put her hand on his knee and hold his hand, their fingers intertwined going on and off the dance floor. I was trying to think how to get the two of them together for some privacy when toward the end of the dance, Brian mentioned that he needed to start home as he had a long way to drive. He lives in Halfway, about seventy miles down a narrow, twisting, two-lane highway from Baker City. I thought about our motel room with two queen sized beds, and without even thinking, asked Brian, “Why don’t you spend the night in our room. We’ve got an extra bed we’re not using.”

Michelle glanced over at me with that grin on her face that said she knew I was up to something. Brian asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”

“I can’t think of any reason why not, the extra bed’s just sitting here.” Then I asked Michelle, “Is there any reason Brian can’t use our extra bed?”

She answered, “No, that’d be fine.” I wondered if she was thinking that it might be fun, kind of like I was thinking.

Brian finally agreed that it’d be a lot nicer than driving back to Halfway in the middle of the night. There was one more tip, which I danced with Michelle. Afterward, I gave Brian the room number and one of our key cards. He offered to help pay for the room, but Michelle and I both declined his offer, telling him that we already had the room whether he used the bed or not.

Brian got to the room a couple minutes after Michelle and I did. We’d just taken off our shoes and were sitting on our bed when he came in. “Thanks you guys, for letting me flip over here. It was going to be a long drive home tonight.”

I told him, “You’re more than welcome. It would have been a shame to waste a perfectly good bed.”

Michelle said, “You guys do whatever you want. I’m tired and going to get ready for bed.” Then she picked up her bag and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Brian made it a point to get undressed and climb into bed while she was in the other room. I did as well, turning off the lights except for the one on the nightstand between the beds.

Michelle appeared a few minutes later wearing a black nightie I hadn’t ever seen before. It was extremely sheer, floor length but split up one side to above her waist and little black G-string panties. When she saw that Brian was watching, she apologized saying, “Sorry, I wasn’t planning on us having company so this is all I brought.” It was fine with me, sexier than hell! When she climbed in bed with me, she felt so exquisite with her curves and soft skin enveloped in that soft nightie. As I’ve mentioned before a few dozen times, I love sexy nightgowns! I reached over and turned out the light.

I wanted my wife, but also wanted to wait until Brian was asleep. We lay next to each other, my hands roaming across her sexy body, waiting until Brian started snoring softly. I also couldn’t help but think about Brian in the bed right next to us.

When it appeared that Brian was asleep, and I was still caressing Michelle’s soft skin, I whispered in her ear, “I bet Brian would love to be doing this. Did you notice how he couldn’t keep his eyes off you all night?”

“I noticed, but tonight I want my husband.” Her hand slipped under my shorts and wrapped gently around my rock-hard arousal. I reciprocated with a hand under her silky panties, feeling how damp they were. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how her skin feels now that she’s regularly waxing instead of just shaving.

My kinky mind simply couldn’t let go and just enjoy making love with my wife. I had to push the envelope as far as I could. As my fingers slipped just inside her wet pussy lips, I couldn’t help but tell her, “But wouldn’t his cock, slipping inside you again, feel good? Was he a good lover that night at the lake?”

“Mmm, maybe you’re right. And yes, he was very good.”

That was as close to an admission as she’d ever given me that they’d actually made love that night. I lightly nibbled her nipple over her thin nightie and extracted my finger, just rubbing and teasing her, making her hips gently writhe under my ministrations. I told her, “I want you to make love with him tonight, now.”

Michelle moaned and kissed me for a moment, our tongues doing a little dance together. She stopped and raised her hips, pushing her panties down and off, then handed them to me. “I won’t be needing these.” She told me. Then she pushed the covers away and right before climbing out of our bed, whispered in my ear, “We didn’t do anything that night except kiss. This will be the first time.” My mind reeled in a bit of shock. She’d finally admitted it to me after all these months, and it wasn’t what I expected!

The next thing I heard was Michelle climbing into the other bed and the sounds of her kissing him. The room was pitch dark so I couldn’t see a thing. I wished I’d left that light on but it was too late by then. I certainly wasn’t going to turn it back on. After a few minutes, I heard Michelle whisper to Brian, “Shhh, we have to be quiet. I don’t want to wake my husband.”

I lay in our bed, trying to be as quiet as possible with my eyes wide open trying to see the other bed. But it was impossible in the pitch-black darkness. That’s one thing I don’t like about motel rooms, with the light-proof blinds, there’s not even a stray ray of light coming from outside. The room was simply pitch-black. That night though, I’d have loved a few rays of light coming in. I could listen though and what I was hearing had me almost out of my mind. I don’t know how long the kissing went on, my mind has a bit of a block trying to ascertain time frames when I know Michelle is making love with another guy. I heard sucking and Michelle moaning. I presumed Brian had one of her nipples in his mouth, probably her nightie pushed out of the way.

The bed creaked and it sounded like the covers being pushed off, and I could tell the moment when Brian pushed his cock into my wife from Michelle’s soft, “Mfft.” Brian moaned a little as well. Michelle was probably putting her lips over his to keep him relatively quiet. My wife definitely likes to kiss while she’s making love.

The bed started a steady creaking as he pumped in and out of her. After a couple moments, she whispered to him, “A pillow. I want a pillow under me.” I knew what she meant, she wanted a pillow under her rump to raise herself a little so he could reach even deeper inside her. I heard the bed rustling, then, “Mmm, yes, I like that! That feels so good.” I was envisioning Michelle’s hands on Brian’s butt, pulling him as deep inside her as she could.