Chapter 42

Saturday morning I made Michelle a nice breakfast of sourdough corn fritters and sausage as a peace offering. We laughed about the night before, but she said she didn’t want to do it again for a while.

After breakfast, we checked to see if she’d gotten any responses from her new website. She’d set up an e-mail address specifically for her escort business. She had four e-mails; three of them she deleted because they were simply gross. The fourth, a man named Lee from the UK was going to be in Seattle Wednesday and Thursday nights of the upcoming week, and wanted some female companionship on one of those evenings. He sounded like an ideal guy for her first client so Michelle e-mailed him back, saying she’d be available either night. It made me horny as hell, realizing she was actually going through with this hair-brained scheme. She was going to go out with a guy she doesn’t even know and have sex with him for money!

She’d decided to go by her stripper stage name, “Amber”, with her clients, to help protect her privacy. She also said that she lived in Seattle. When she got a confirmation back from the guy for Wednesday evening, she was more excited than I’d seen her in a long time. She made a reservation at the Sheraton Hotel, the same hotel she’d stayed in with her first lover, Mike, an eternity ago. Then she took me with her to shop for some new clothes for that night. She knew how much I’d enjoy helping her pick out something sexy for her first time. She found a silky, cream colored blouse and a short, denim skirt as she thought it was sexy to take them off separately. My wife definitely knows how to undress to drive a man out of his mind with desire!

We went to Victoria’s Secret for new lingerie, and found a silky pair of loose fitting boy-short panties that he could slip a finger under easily if he was so inclined to at dinner. She didn’t plan to wear a bra, so didn’t worry about buying one. Helping her buy sexy clothes for her first paying date had made me horny as hell and I couldn’t wait for that night. Unfortunately, when we got home, my lovely wife told me that she didn’t want to have sex again until her date so she’d be very nice and horny that night. That was what I’d planned Friday night before my plan went awry.

The next few days and nights were long for me. I was constantly on edge, my cock hard and wanting to make love with my wife. I knew she was horny too, but still wouldn’t let me make love with her. Tuesday, she spent her day making herself even more gorgeous. She had a manicure and pedicure, and a massage. That night her skin felt especially soft to me when I caressed her. She was groaning, sounding more miserable than I felt when I nibbled on her nipples. I sure as hell hoped it wasn’t going to be this way before all of her dates!

Wednesday morning when I left for work, Michelle was naked and filling the tub. I smelled her feminine bath oil and it about drove me out of my mind. I managed to control myself as I didn’t have much choice, and kissed her goodbye with a very deep and passionate kiss. She said she’d call and let me know when she got there, then later after her date. I could hardly wait for Thursday night to come when I could finally have her as my wife once again.

Michelle called me about four that afternoon letting me know that she’d checked into the hotel. Lee was supposed to be meeting her up in the lobby at seven. She sounded nervous as hell, since this was the first time she’d ever met a man and taken him to bed on the same night. She said that just thinking about it was making her horny. “I love you sweetheart, have fun with him.”

“Oh, I intend to! Love you too. I’ll call you later.” We disconnected. I knew the next time I talked to my wife, she’d officially be a prostitute.

I went out and bought Chicken McNuggets for dinner, brought them home and sat watching more episodes of The Office. They’re always good to take my mind off of what my wife might be doing. In one of the episodes I watched that night, Dwight had purchased the building where the Dunder Mifflin paper company was located and made some “economies” to save himself some money, such as: He’d made a machine to separate the two-ply rolls of toilet paper into two one-ply rolls; disconnecting the air-conditioning; putting all the lights on motion detectors so if there’s no motion in the room for over a minute, the lights go out, and so on. Again, there really wasn’t a reason to put that in this story except that it shows how easily amused my feeble mind is.

Michelle called at 12:17 Thursday AM, not that I was paying any attention to what time it was. She was very wide awake and excited. From the tone of her voice, her date had obviously gone well, but I still needed to ask, “How’d it go tonight?”

It sounded like she was jumping all over the place, “Oh God, it was good! He made me come so hard, it was like tsunami waves, one right after another. He must have taken a Viagra or something this evening. I have so much of his cum inside me right now. I should have paid him instead of him paying me.”

“I take it he’s gone now?”

“He just left a couple minutes ago.”

I needed at least a little bit of details. “What were you wearing when he left?”

“Absolutely nothing. We kissed goodbye with the door wide open. He felt so good against my body.”

“Are you still naked?” I was so damn hard talking to her!

“No, I have on my robe. Nothing else though.”

Damn, she was making me hard! “He did pay you?”

“Yes, fifteen-hundred dollars, plus an extra five-hundred.” I’ve talked numerous times during the last two years, about the bridges we’ve crossed. We’d now crossed another that can never be un-crossed. My wife was now officially a prostitute.

I didn’t know if I’d survive until she got home. She only had the hotel reservation for tonight so I knew she’d be home sometime Thursday. “What time are you going to leave and come home?”

She paused a bit making me nervous. “There’s a slight problem with that. He’s asked me out again tomorrow night. There’s a photography exhibit he wants to take me to. It’s part of the reason he’s in Seattle now. Is that okay with you?”

NO, it wasn’t okay! I needed my wife home. “Sure, I guess.” I was pretty sure she could hear the disappointment in my voice.

“Actually, that’s what the extra five hundred dollars is for, I don’t have anything to wear tomorrow night so he gave me that money for a dress.” Then she went on, “I’m sorry honey, I’ll be home Friday, I promise.”

I didn’t know what else to say. I was disappointed it’d be another full night and day before she was home. “Bye babe, I love you,” I told her.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to go to sleep when you have a raging hard-on and your wife just told you how hard her lover has just made her come? This seemed so different than the other men she’d fucked. This was a complete stranger, someone she’d never even met before, someone who’d actually paid her for sex ... paid her a lot, and then asked her to go out with him a second night.

I guess a perpetual hard-on is part of the price I have to pay for being married to a hot woman. I knew I’d survive, then it’d be more than worth it Friday night.

She texted me a picture Thursday evening, it was of her wearing the dress she’d bought for that night. It was black, which I’d never seen her wear before. She looked incredible in it. It was long, nearly to the floor with a slit all the way up to her thigh. She’d made a point in the picture of exposing her leg through the slit. It was also slightly sheer, I could slightly see her black panties and bra through it. She had on black high heels strapped around her ankle with her welded-on anklet just below the strap. She looked sexy as hell! She attached a short note, “Think he’ll like it?”

Umm yeah, a dead man would like it, probably get an erection. “He’ll love it.” I texted back to her.

“Hope so, he’s picking me up at seven, dinner, then the exhibit and I hope back here for more fun.” It was six-forty-five when she sent me that text, so I knew she’d be going out with him in just a few minutes.

“Have fun,” I texted to her. Another night dealing with that hard-on, this time spending all night thinking about what she was doing with Lee, wondering if she’d be spending the whole night fucking him instead of just a couple hours.

I never heard from her the rest of the night or the next day. I am always a nervous wreck when she’s gone and I don’t hear from her. I think she does it intentionally to torture me. It’s difficult when I have to work and put my thoughts of her aside when I’m dealing with customers, looking at building plans and so on. I’ve never been great at multi-tasking and it’s hard to not think about my wife when she’s been with a lover for two nights.

Fortunately for my sanity, Michelle’s car was in our driveway when I got home that evening. One thing I always love about Michelle being gone a few days is the kiss at our first reunion. She never disappoints ... that night, she wrapped her arms around my neck as soon as I walked through the door and when I felt her tongue probing mine, I was instantly hard. She and I both love to kiss!

The first thing I wanted to do was take my gorgeous wife to bed. She had other ideas though, asking me if I wanted to take her out to dinner. She said she wanted to go somewhere nice where she could dress up for me a little. I guess that if I couldn’t take her to bed that minute, a nice dress-up meal would be a substitute until bedtime. I agreed and Michelle suggested I put on nice shirt and slacks. I did so, then waited in the living room while Michelle dressed.