Chapter 55

I backed away slightly, looking into her eyes, still desperately trying to maintain my look of detached friendliness. “And what did you tell him?”

She also was looking into my eyes, “I haven’t told him anything yet, but he knows what I’m going to say. He knows I’m going to tell him yes.”

I felt like I’d lost everything at that moment. The tears were so close to brimming into my eyes. I knew I’d fight for my woman, but I had no idea how. How do I fight the kind of charm and wealth Brett has? How do I offer Michelle anywhere close to the lifestyle she’s come to know she can have with him? It took me a moment to realize what she’d actually said. She hadn’t said she would tell him that, only that Brett knows that’s what she’s going to say. “Is that what you’re going to tell him?”

Her face actually did smile at me, “I’m going to tell him...” It seemed to me that she paused an eternity, My heart completely stopped during that pause. It was probably only a second or two, but the entire rest of my life was in those seconds. I was deathly afraid of her next words.

She repeated, “I’m going to tell him that I’m already married to the most wonderful man ever. I’ll tell Brett the truth, that I do love him, but I can never leave my husband.”

I stopped breathing, not sure if I’d heard her correctly. When I felt her hand tighten in mine and she pulled me closer to her body, enough that I could feel, but Brett wouldn’t be able to see, I realized I’d heard her correctly. She was still my wife! Oh, how I longed at that moment to crush her to me, feel her body against mine. Instead, we continued to dance and politely smile and even emit a couple small laughs as if something humorous had been said, instead of the most beautiful words in the English language. Before the music ended, she asked me, “Did you find the notes?”

I smiled at her, “They’re what kept me sane the whole time.”

She giggled at that, a real giggle this time. “Pervert,” she said.

I laughed at that one too. Damn right I was a pervert, but I was a pervert that was getting his wife back, and it was the most glorious feeling I ever remembered having!

When the music ended, I took her hand, leading her back toward the man she’d been living with for the last month. On the way, before we were close enough for Brett to hear, Michelle told me, “He doesn’t want to learn to square dance. How can I stay with a man who doesn’t square dance?” We both broke out in giggles but had them under control by the time we reached Brett.

“Your lady is a beautiful dancer and a beautiful woman,” I told him. “You’re a lucky man.” Michelle sat down on the chair next to him and he very possessively kissed her on the lips.

I asked Kristen if she’d like to dance, and when she got up, and we’d moved away from our table, I told her, “Thank you.” She smiled and understood what had just happened, squeezing me tightly to her. We kissed on the dance floor, not to convince Brett that we were girlfriend-boyfriend, but because we knew then that we were. I felt free once again, for the first time in the last month and a half. I put my emotions into that kiss, and Kristen returned them as well. We moved on the dance floor, oblivious to those around us, our lips locked together in a soul-wrenching kiss. My emotions overflowed for this woman who had been instrumental in returning my life to me, and I felt at that moment that I truly loved her.

When we finally broke apart, Kristen looked at me and said, “Wow! I hope when we get back to Brett’s, we can finish what we just started.”

We sat the next one out, talking about nonconsequential things. Then I asked Kristen if she’d like to dance a little more. We shuffled out onto the dance floor and proceeded to make out like a couple of teens.

We danced, talked and made out with our respective dates a little while longer. When the band took a break a little after one, Brett asked if we were ready to go and we all agreed so he called his driver and asked for him to pick us up.

We got in the back of his stretch hummer, the same as we had on the way there, Michelle and Brett on one seat; and Kristen and I on the other, facing them. As soon as we sat down, Michelle started making out with Brett, kissing him and running her hand over his crotch and trying to wrap her body around his.

Brett’s hands were all over Michelle, one hand under her skirt on her butt, pushing her skirt up exposing her thong panties. Michelle and Brett were both moaning incoherently. Watching my wife with this man, after my not being with her for so long, was having a major impact on my libido. I couldn’t treat Kristen like Brett was treating Michelle, but we were definitely kissing and feeling each other through our clothes. Unlike Michelle, Kristen was wearing a bra under her dress. I massaged and pinched her breast through her dress and bra getting a sharp intake of breath from her and renewed vigor in our kisses.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Michelle slipped to the floor between Brett’s thighs and her shaking fingers unzipped his slacks letting his cock spring out free. She looked up into his eyes as her tongue started to flick the tip of his cock where a drop of pre-cum had started to form. Brett had closed his eyes and had his hands on her head trying to push her down but she was resisting, only barely touching him with the tip of her tongue. Kristen and I broke away from our own embrace to watch.

I couldn’t take my eyes away as my beautiful, blonde wife teased another man, gently kissing the very tip of his cock and running her lips up under him to slather the skin of his balls with her tongue. One of Michelle’s hands wrapped around his cock and the other went between her own legs. She tortured the poor man (and me!) with her tongue, lips, and hand until her lips finally wrapped around the head of his cock and she gradually, sucked more and more of him into her mouth. At the same time, she was rubbing herself under her thong.

She sucked him in and out of her mouth, each time pushing him in a little deeper until he was well into her throat and her lips were tight to his balls. Brett was moaning and squirming, trying to push himself deeper into her mouth. Michelle had his entire length down her throat and I saw her lips start to move around the base of him, squeezing and letting up, her cheeks hollowing and filling, driving the man crazy. Her eyes were open looking up into Brett’s contorted face and his hands were embroiled in her hair trying to pull Michelle’s face tighter to his balls. When his hands balled tighter in her hair and he was obviously right at his orgasm, Michelle opened her mouth totally and backed away from him, leaving his cock wet with her saliva. He must have grown at least two inches inside her mouth. Brett groaned aloud, “Ahh, please don’t stop, so close, you’re torturing me!” He was literally begging her to finish him.

Michelle didn’t say anything, just scooted herself back up with her knees on each side of him over his lap to kiss him again, then whispered just loud enough so Kristen and I could hear her, “I want to feel your cum inside me. It feels so good.” I don’t think there’s anything she could have said to set me off more than that. My cock was so hard inside my slacks that it hurt. I wanted my wife so damn badly and she knew it! I knew she’d done this intentionally because I couldn’t do a damn thing about it and it’d drive me completely out of my mind with lust!

I realized this was a special torture I’d created for myself. I had no one else to blame, and if I had it to do over again? If we could just erase the last couple years to make the pain I was feeling at that moment go away? No way in hell would I do that! Watching my wife at that moment was the most exquisite torture on earth!

Brett groaned, nearly crying with his frustration, “Sweetheart, I can do it more than once.”

“I know, but I want all of you inside me. You know how much I love feeling you cum in me.”

Brett was fumbling with the straps on Michelle’s dress, trying to pull it off her shoulders but obviously getting frustrated with how tight it was. When he realized he couldn’t get her dress down, he simply wrapped his lips around her breast over the thin fabric. I’ve always loved how sensitive Michelle’s nipples are, and now with Brett’s lips on her, she wrapped her hands around his head to pull him tight to her and moaned her approval while her hips dry-humped against him. I don’t think she even remembered there was anyone else in the car with them.

Oh God, she was killing me! I’ve seen Michelle make love with other men several times, but it had never been like this. Like I said, Michelle and I haven’t been intimate for over two months. I haven’t even seen her for the last month! Watching her lips wrapping around Brett’s cock had already driven me nearly out of my mind. I felt almost nauseous with jealousy. My hands were shaking when I gripped Kristen’s hand to steady myself a little, and I felt like there wasn’t a breath of air inside that hummer. The pain of watching my wife writhing with this other man was almost more than I was able to stand.

I wanted to reach over and pull them apart, but more than anything I wanted to see Brett’s lips sucking on Michelle’s naked boob, and watch her slip her hot pussy lips down over Brett’s cock. I wanted to see my wife’s face when Brett spewed his hot cum deep inside her even worse than I wanted to fuck her myself! That conflict between jealousy and excitement hadn’t ever been so raw inside me ... not even close! I knew what she’d told me earlier, that she was going to tell Brett Monday that she was going home, but her actions certainly seemed in conflict with her words. I realized I still wasn’t sure and it was nearly eating me alive ... at the same time it was feeding my frenzy of excitement watching her with him.

Brett’s lips were still wrapped around my wife’s nipple when It became obvious that Michelle couldn’t take any more. She reached down, pulled her panties to the side with one hand while the other held his cock straight up and in one swift motion slipped herself all the way down to his waist impaling herself with his long, thick cock so they were pelvis to pelvis and emitting a long drawn out, “Ahhh, so good!” She took the sides of his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers in a kiss filled with passion and lust. It was that moment when the driver stopped at the front door.

Michelle pulled herself up and plunged back down several times, each time she ground herself down hard onto him and they both moaned their pleasure into each other’s mouth. After perhaps a minute or two of my agony watching my wife fucking Brett, she pulled herself off his cock, wet and slick with her juices, and pulled him out of the car. Brett was attempting to put himself back together while they ran toward the house like a couple horny teenagers hurrying to their hotel room.

I knew what Michelle told me just an hour or so earlier, but what my eyes were seeing told a different story. Was she being honest or simply telling me what she knew I’d wanted to hear? Until she was home with me, I wouldn’t know for certain. Until I’d seen her impale herself on Brett’s cock in front of us I didn’t question what she said. Now I wasn’t so certain anymore.

Our room was just past the master bedroom. Apparently, Michelle and Brett hadn’t had time to close the door as it was wide open when we hurried by it. I couldn’t help but peek inside. Michelle and Brett were kissing, and he was just lifting the hem of her dress up past her abdomen, revealing her tiny red thong. I wanted to linger and see him lift it completely off her nearly naked body, but Kristen’s hand was in mine and she hadn’t realized what was happening and was gently tugging on my hand so I followed her into our room.

I’d intended to gradually seduce Kristen and make love with her after we got home. But after the entire day and evening of frustration, what we’d just witnessed in the car, along with the knowledge of what was happening next door, there was no possibility of “gradual”. When we got into our room, we tore at each other’s clothes and I marveled at how beautiful a fifty-year-old body could be when Kristen was naked. She was on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed and I was inside her, pumping furiously. Kristen was rocking back and forth, groaning and obviously just as turned on as I was.

After the eroticism from the day and it being the first time with Kristen, we had one of the best fucks I ever remembered having! I bellowed out my orgasm as I started pumping cum inside her pulling her tightly to me, and apparently, the feeling of my cum inside her was the straw that broke through Kristen’s wall as well. Her body shuddered and she literally cried tears while her pussy clamped down on me making my orgasm even more intense.

When I was thoroughly drained dry, I fell onto the floor, flat on my back and Kristen slumped down on the bed. After managing to catch my breath, I managed to squeak out, “I think you killed me! I’m dead and gone to heaven.”