Chapter 9

Mike left for Seattle Sunday morning after breakfast. Shortly after he left, Michelle and I sat down to talk about the weekend. “Honey,” Michelle started, “I need to know, what are you really thinking about me and Mike?”

I paused for some time, trying to think how to answer her question. “Babe, there hasn’t ever been anything hotter than watching you and Mike together, especially last night. I don’t know how to explain it more than we’ve already talked about, but I can’t get over the thrill of you having sex with Mike. If you’re wondering if I still want you to see him again, then the answer to that is absolutely yes!”

“Sweetheart, what would you say if I told you I wanted more?”

I looked at her a bit quizzically wondering what she meant. “What do you mean more?”

She was kind of biting her bottom lip, like she did when she was nervous about something, “Mike and I talked before you got here Saturday morning. I’d like to actually date him, you know, like boyfriend and girlfriend.”

I looked at her, concerned at what she was telling me. Somehow this was scaring me a little bit, even more than the intimate love making I had seen. “So how would that work exactly, Mike is in Seattle, you’re here. What would it mean for you and me? Where’s it eventually going?”

She almost started crying, “Sweetheart, I don’t know all the answers. Mike isn’t taking anything away from how I love you, but we really care for each other and want more than just an occasional fuck.”

I was thinking to myself how to respond to this, wasn’t this what I had secretly been wanting all along? I wanted her to care for him. It was exactly what I had told her not long ago about the emotional waterfall. She was getting closer and closer to the edge, that made that ‘occasional fuck’ more and more meaningful and better for her. And at this point, even as powerful as my jealousy toward him was ... and even my fear of losing her, that strong drug addiction was even more powerful than my fears, it was like a moth to a flame, even though I knew I could be destroying myself, I couldn’t bear to have her stop seeing Mike. How would I explain it to her, when I didn’t understand it myself?

As I’ve said before, Michelle and I were experiencing a fantastic sex life right now ... so why my urge for her to be with Mike? Maybe because he was the big reason for that fantastic sex life. Before he came into our lives we had settled into fairly routine sex. Since January 1st, when Michelle first told me about Mike we rarely skip a night making love, except during her monthly. Maybe I was afraid that if Michelle loses that connection with Mike, our sex will return to be as mundane as it had been. And I had to admit to myself, I felt that Michelle having sex with Mike justified me having a sexual relationship with Jacqui, which I definitely didn’t want to give up, now that I had experienced her that first time.

“Babe,” I whispered to her, “Make whatever arrangement with Mike you need to. All I ask is that you always come home to me. I love you,” even though the thought in the back of my mind kept trying to surface, what if one time she doesn’t come home? Even though it’s scary, There’s something so sexy about Michelle having her independence dating Mike. And, I guess, especially that I won’t know what she’s doing with him ... and too, the incredible chemistry between her and Mike.

“Thank you, honey, I love you too.”

I noticed she didn’t say that she would always come home. Was that intentional? Or simply something she didn’t think she needed to say?

“And what about Jacqui? You can date her too, you know.”

That was another thing I couldn’t help but wonder about a little bit. Was Michelle setting me up with Jacqui just in case? I was afraid to ask her that question. But I also couldn’t help but want to see more of Jacqui, she seemed too good to be real. I started to daydream, thinking of her beautiful body and what it had been like to make love with her.

When I didn’t respond to Michelle’s suggestion that I could date Jacqui, she mentioned it again, “Why don’t you see if she’d like to learn to square dance? We can take her to the lessons Friday nights, then if you want to, you can drop me off and take her to dinner ... or something else.”

I looked at my wife straight in her eyes, “And if I didn’t make it home Friday night, would you be OK with that?”

Michelle looked at me just as intently. “Yes.”

“You do understand the chemistry between me and Jacqui is positively incredible?”

“Yes, and I like that it is.”

I knew that Michelle kept in pretty constant contact with Mike, although she didn’t share any of the details with me. That’s what independence means, she doesn’t have to share it with me. From some of her grins and giggles when she was texting and I was there, I suspected she and Mike were likely sexting to each other.

Jacqui and I talked and texted quite a bit as well. It was hard to see her since she had to work until after nine nearly every day, then was tired after work. I asked her if she would like to come to the square dance lessons with us and she was enthusiastic about that, sounded like a lot of fun to her. Her problem was that it’s on Friday nights which are always busy at the store and she had taken the Friday before off to be with me, so wouldn’t be able to for a couple weeks.

When the Friday finally rolled around that Jacqui could get off, Michelle and I picked her up at 6:30.

I had told her that her work clothes, which were always a very attractive skirt and blouse, would be perfectly appropriate for lessons. The ladies don’t ever wear square dance clothes for the Friday night lessons, just to the dances, which in our club are the first and third Saturday of each month.

When we arrived at our dance hall, our other club members were pleased and surprised to have a young attractive beginner. We didn’t want to raise any suspicions as to our actual relationship, so Michelle and I danced in the square together, letting the other guys dance with Jacqui. Typically at a lesson, the caller will teach five or six new moves through the evening, practicing each one until it becomes second nature, gradually expanding the list of calls the beginner knows. I think square dancing is the ultimate ‘partner swapping’ dance, as each lady moves around the square, dancing with each of the four men in the square about the same amount.

When the lesson was finished that evening and we all said our goodbye’s to our friends, Michelle was true to her word. She asked me to drop her off at home so Jacqui and I could have the rest of the evening together. We went to dinner at my favorite restaurant, the Black Angus, which has semi-private booths. Through dinner, we snuggled together, snuck some kisses and giggled about the square dancing fun. I can’t remember most of what we talked about, mostly just trying to get to know each other better. I know that I really liked this girl and was falling for her fast!

After dinner, we drove to a secluded area of Columbia Park overlooking the Columbia River. It was fairly cool outside, so we sat in the car, simply looking at each other without talking for a few minutes and finally came together for a kiss. I don’t feel like I’m a very good author and it’s hard to describe that kiss. It was sensual, erotic and extremely stimulating, making me hard as a rock. I don’t know how long we were together in that kiss until I couldn’t help myself and reached under her blouse to her breast, gently massaging her over her sexy Victoria’s Secret bra until she asked me to unsnap it. While I was reaching behind unsnapping her bra, she was undoing several buttons on her blouse, letting it open so that I could take her bare nipple in my mouth and suck. We must have sat in the car making out like horny teen-agers for at least an hour or two until I told her I needed to take her home.

When we arrived at her house, I walked her to the door, she unlocked it and asked if I would spend the night with her. Oh how tempting it was! But I told her no, I really wanted us to date and get to know each other before we made love again. We kissed again on her front porch and agreed to make another date as soon as we could. As I walked to my car, she was still standing on the porch and threw me a kiss as got in.

I drove home with a feeling of euphoria at what a relationship with this girl was going to bring. Like Michelle with Mike, I wanted it to be much more than just sex. When I arrived home and walked in our front door, Michelle was still up watching a movie. She was more than a little surprised to see me and asked how my date was?

“Fantastic! We went to the Black Angus, got to know each other a little more, then went to the park. We kissed and made out and I took her home, kissed her again and left.”

“You didn’t make love with her?”

“No, I told her we needed to get to know each other better before we had sex again. I really like her, she’s very special.”

Michelle got up, walked over to me and said, “Mmmm, I’m glad. I suspect you’re horny and I know I am just thinking about it.” She reached down, feeling me, wrapping her hand around me. “Pretty obvious I’m right. Come with me, lover boy.” And she led me to our bedroom.

She stood in front of me, doing a slow strip tease, torturing me with how slowly she was removing her clothes. I was most definitely horny from making out with Jacqui all evening and now my wife seemed to be enjoying torturing me.

When she was finally naked, she came over to me and whispered in my ear, “Call me Jacqui tonight. I want you to be making love with her.”

Oh God, she was making me hard! Just like Michelle had done with me, pretending I was Mike the night after she came home from Seattle, I wanted to give Michelle the same erotic experience I had that night, so I was going to truly be making love with Jacqui.

“Ummm, Jacqui, kiss me please.” She came to me, putting her lips to mine, opened her mouth slightly letting me push my tongue into her mouth. I wrapped my hands around her butt, pulling her tight to me while we were kissing. I gently rubbed my hands over her body, exploring her as if we hadn’t ever explored before. I cupped her breasts in my palms and rubbed her nipples between my fingers and whispered in her ear, “Oh God, Jacqui, I want to make love with you.”

I picked her up and laid her on the bed, then stripped out of my clothes and laid down beside her. I held her face between my hands, kissed her passionately, then told her, “You’re so beautiful!” and kissed down to her nipple, sucking her whole breast into my mouth. I reached down with one hand, caressing down her stomach, between her thighs, gently separating her pussy lips with my fingers. ‘Jacqui’ was writhing beneath me, pushing her hips into my fingers while I slowly inserted two fingers into her, working them in and out while she was moaning and begging me to fuck her. I pulled my hand away, found one of our fairly thick foam pillows and slid it under her hips, then kissed down her stomach and found her clit, suckng it into my mouth and buried my tongue inside her pussy.

She was so wet, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pushed myself back up to her mouth, kissing her while I pushed my cock deep inside her and held it there, imagining what it had been like inside Jacqui with her pussy pulsating, almost like she was milking me, “Oh Jacqui, you’re so tight, it feels so good inside you, how you can squeeze yourself around me, pulling me in deeper.”

Michelle and I were both literally shaking with the heat of the moment. Her hands were on my butt, pulling me into her tight. We were pelvis to pelvis, with ‘Jacqui’ thrusting up to me, when I started to slowly withdraw and push back in, over and over again, my cock growing bigger and deeper every thrust into her. This was how lovemaking was meant to be, the most excruciatingly wonderful experience on earth. Over and over again ‘Jacqui’ and I thrust to each other in perfect rhythm. She was moaning my name over and over again while I was doing the same. “Oh Jacqui, Jacqui.”

The more I moaned Jacqui’s name, the more excited Michelle became, finally grabbing my butt, pulling me tight to her and screaming out, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” I couldn’t control myself any longer and our bodies trembled together as we finally reached the point of no return where heaven and earth meet.

Afterward, we lay together, completely spent and exhausted, gently kissing each other. Michelle told me she loved me and I told her I loved her too. I told her, “That’s just a taste of what it was like that night with Jacqui. I can’t even begin to describe it, the first time I’d ever been with a girl other than you. And she’s so wonderful!”

“I’m glad, that’s what it’s been like with Mike too, getting back together after all this time. We were together in college, but never anything like it is now, just so incredible!”

“I know, I saw.”

Michelle was biting her bottom lip again, like she has when she was nervous ever since I knew her in school. “Speaking of my lover, I was lonesome while you were with Jacqui tonight, so I called him.”

The way she was acting she had my attention. I knew something fairly significant was going on. “What did you and him talk about?”

She was fidgeting around, obviously getting more and more nervous, she barely whispered, “He invited me to his house next weekend.” I watched her, knowing that she was eventually going to tell me the rest of this conversation, which I suspected I already knew, “I told him I would, that I need to see him.”

I was a little surprised that she hadn’t discussed it with me first, but I had told her after he left that she was free to see him and now she was obviously taking that initiative. “How are you going to go, are you going to fly again?”

“No, I’m going to drive. Flying is too expensive, and I think I want to get used to driving there by myself.”

Get used to it? Sounds like she’s planning on making regular trips to Seattle to meet her lover. The thought both excited me and scared me badly, especially that she’s planning these trips without my knowledge beforehand. But this is exactly the thing that’s actually bringing Michelle and me so close together to have the kind of sex we had just enjoyed, so instead of voicing the disapproval that was so close in my mind, I told her, “Babe, I hope you have the most wonderful time ever!”

The next morning was Saturday and I wasn’t working but I knew Jacqui was, so I called her before she had to leave for work and asked her when we could see each other again. “I’m off Wednesday, can we do something then?”

“How about if I pick you up about 5:30, right after I get off work and we have dinner, then go to a movie?”

“Wonderful, see you then.” And I heard her kiss the phone with a loud smack.

“Sounds like you have a date,” Michelle said, laying in bed beside me. “Will you be making love with her then?”

“I don’t know. I really want us to be more like a normal dating couple before we have sex again. I don’t want it to be just sex with her.” At the time, I didn’t think how stupid that sounded ... most married guys, especially those with a wife as wonderful as mine, don’t have a ‘normal’ dating relationship with a single girl.

“Umm, I hope you do.”

The rest of the weekend was pretty normal for me and Michelle. We went to dinner with her parents Saturday night, came home and made exquisite love again, like we did now almost every night. Sunday afternoon, our square dance club had a club meeting and since I was the Secretary, we were obligated to attend, not that it was as much an obligation as fun meeting with our friends. I couldn’t help but think how surprised they all would be if they knew about Mike and Jacqui. For all appearances, Michelle and I were a typical married couple, madly in love with each other. It was still hard for me to believe that only a few months ago, that’s exactly what we were. Now, we each had another lover who we were crazy about.

The closer it got to Wednesday, the more nervous I was again about my date with Jacqui. I still didn’t know if we would spend part or all of the night in bed together.

Wednesday finally arrived and Michelle kissed me and told me to have an especially good time as I was leaving to pick up Jacqui. When I knocked on her door, she answered it wearing a mid thigh length skirt and soft sweater. It didn’t really matter what she wore, she always looked and smelled fantastic and so sexy.

Our movie didn’t start until 8:15, so we had plenty of time to eat and talk. We went to the Olive Garden and only had to wait about 20 minutes to get our table. It’s a lot noisier and not nearly as romantic as the Black Angus, but I had asked Jacqui what she liked and Italian was near the top of her list, so here we were. We enjoyed just talking with each other, continuing to become familiar with each other and at the same time coming to like each other more and more.

After dinner, we went to the theater and watched the movie, 10 Rules for Sleeping Around. It seemed kind of prophetic for our situation and was pretty funny. We held hands with our fingers intertwined and Jacqui giggled through much of the movie. I bought popcorn and a pop and had fun feeding her popcorn. I thought a lot about what we were doing after the movie and finally came to a decision, which left me more relaxed and able to have fun with her.

When we got back to her house, I walked her to the door and kissed her again, this time with all the passion I was feeling for her. When we broke away from the kiss, I told her Michelle was going to be out of town, but wondered if she could go to the square dance lesson again with me Friday night. “I’ve already talked to Tina about it. I’m going to owe that girl so much! Yes, I can go.”

My smile nearly stretched my face out of any normal proportion. “I’ll pick you up at six then, at the store?”

“Sounds great, I’ll be waiting.”

I kissed her again and walked back to my car.

When I got home a little after eleven, Michelle was still up waiting for me again, “Well, did you?”

“No, I’m waiting for that special time.”

She actually looked a little disappointed. When we went to bed, she was naked like she almost always was in bed now and scooted her body next to mine and kissed me. When she started to get frisky, wanting to make love with me, I told her, “Baby, I can’t tonight. I just left a beautiful girl horny with no one to relieve her, and it’s not fair that I come home and make love right after.”

Michelle got a little pouty after that and did her best to seduce me until I told her, “And besides that, I want you to be horny when you get to Mike’s house Friday night.”