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Kristen and Brett were sitting at the breakfast bar and my wife was at the stove cooking ham and eggs, dressed in a short, silky robe, tied at her waist. It seemed strange to see her cooking breakfast. At home, I was the morning cook, often taking Michelle breakfast in bed on the weekends. When I glanced at her, depending on how she turned, I could see her nightgown, undoubtedly the same one she’d worn while making love with Brett the night before. That brought back the stark sounds of their lovemaking.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” I heard from a chorus of voices.

I responded in kind, taking one of the chairs at the bar next to Kristen where a place had already been set for me. Michelle’s was at the opposite end next to Brett. She glanced over at me, giving me that dazzling smile before returning to her cooking. That brief smile meant more to me that morning than all the valuables in the world would have!

When we sat to eat, Brett said to me, “After breakfast, I thought I’d show you around and let the ladies have a little time to get to know each other.”

I’d rather have spent time with the ladies, one in particular, but instead replied to him, “Great. I’d love to see the rest of your place.”

We all made small, inconsequential talk during breakfast. I complimented Michelle on what a fantastic cook she was and she very graciously acknowledged my compliment, obviously pleased with herself. My eyes couldn’t help but glance at her repeatedly, visualizing her spending the night in Brett’s arms.

After breakfast, we all helped clean the dishes and kitchen. Then I followed Brett as he showed me the rooms to the house. I don’t think I’d ever been in one quite like it before. It was two stories, three bedrooms, the other bedroom very similar to the one Kristen and I had slept in. It had high, arched ceilings with heavy wooden beams, the family room we’d seen the night before, Brett’s den, an exercise room, another play room with a beautiful, oak pool table, an entertainment room with at least a 70” TV on one wall with several easy chairs for comfortable viewing. He said it also had a sound system built-in.

Then he showed me upstairs and into his bedroom, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say “their” bedroom. The rest of the house was very masculine, with the heavy walnut and leather furniture and massive beams supporting the roof. This room was much the same but had its feminine features as well, most noticeably the lingering odor of Michelle’s perfume, the same as I’d found in her lingerie drawer. The massive bed was covered with a frilly looking bedspread and probably had silk sheets. It too had one wall nearly all window and open to the outside greenery and pool, with an outdoor deck spreading the full length of the room.

Perhaps the most interesting feature in the room was the mirror situated on the ceiling above the bed, a couple feet larger than the bed on all sides. I wondered how many times the man standing beside me had made love with my wife under that mirror.

Was that to be her future? I felt like I’d pushed Michelle out of an airplane without a parachute and there was no way of stopping her fall into his life any more than there was of stopping gravity. I was deathly afraid that if I interfered with that free-fall that it would damage our relationship permanently no matter how she landed. All I could hope for was that my being there would remind her that we had a life back in little Kennewick, Washington.

Of course, I looked around at what Brett was offering and her other life seemed to come up short. My thoughts returned to Brett’s tour, reminding me of how much more he could offer. He was obviously proud of his house and I could understand why. It was beautiful! When he took me outside, I was stunned. His back yard was immense, with trees and the greenest, most meticulously groomed lawn I’d ever seen. It yearned to be walked on with bare feet! There was a small stream wandering around the yard with two stone, arched bridges and a beautiful waterfall that ran into a small pond. Apparently, it had been set up to pump the water from the pond back to the start of the stream, probably with in-line filters as the water was crystal clear. Centered in the lawn was a beautiful, kidney-shaped pool filled with sparkling clean water. Overall, it was about the most beautiful yard I’d ever seen and probably was at least an acre in size.

“It’s a beautiful day and I thought we could go for a swim a little later when it warms up,” he suggested.

I told him I’d love to, but I hadn’t brought a swimsuit. He said he had several and I could borrow one. It did sound like fun so with the suit problem resolved, I readily agreed. I was looking forward to spending the day relaxing, hoping that there’d be an opportunity to speak to Michelle alone.

Alas, the alone time never came. When we’d finished the tour, Michelle and Kristen had dressed, Michelle in a pair of Capri slacks and a loose fitting top that mostly hid her figure. She was still alluring with her hair tied back into a ponytail with a flower clasp on one side. She hadn’t put on any makeup but her natural beauty was more than adequate.

We visited for a while, learning about each other. Michelle told true stories from her law work that I’d already heard but enthralled Kristen and Brett. I acted as if I’d never heard them as well. I learned a lot about Kristen’s plastics firm, and I gave a little of my own history and stories, stretching the truth just a bit to pretend to be from St Louis, rather than Kennewick, Washington.

When Brett suggested it was time for a swim, we all agreed. He found me a suit and Kristen and I went to our room to change; Michelle and Brett to their room. It was so weird being in a house where my wife was another man’s woman.

When Kristen came out of the dressing room in her one-piece suit, I couldn’t help but whistle my appreciation for her. She was gorgeous and sexy with her suit coming high on her thighs with a lace-up front.

Michelle and Brett were already at the pool, in lounging chairs when Kristen and I made our appearance. Michelle was reclining with a pair of dark glasses, her suit more a thong than a bikini. It barely covered her private area and had a couple thin straps around her waist tied in kind of a crossing pattern. Her top was just as skimpy with the same type of strap design around her sides.

When Kristen and I arrived, both Brett and Michelle got up and slipped into the pool. We followed right behind them. The water was just the right temperature, cool enough to feel a little brisk but comfortable after a couple minutes.

Once we were in the pool, Brett’s sole attraction was my wife. It seemed that he was hers as well. They’d splash each other, dunk each other, then kiss like love-struck teens. God, my wife was so beautiful in that little suit and I was aching, wanting her so badly. Kristen and I spent a lot of the time together, doing much the same things but I kept Michelle in my peripheral, not wanting to miss a second. I can float on my back like a cork and love it. But it’s kind of hard when you have a pole in your pants poking up in the air so I had to avoid floating.

I was enjoying being with Kristen but my heart was on the other side of the pool where Brett was all over my wife and I saw her swimsuit bottom floating away. My eyes opened wide and I looked again. It was definitely the bottom of her swimsuit I saw floating a few feet from them. Michelle was giggling and I couldn’t see what was happening under the water. Then, as I watched, Michelle climbed up the ladder and out of the pool with Brett right behind her. Her waist was definitely naked. The two of them ran, holding hands, to the grass about ten feet from the edge of the pool.

Michelle got down on the grass on her hands and knees, laughing at something Brett had said. Brett hurriedly pushed his swimsuit down and was on his knees right behind her. God, he was big! It was no wonder Michelle liked fucking the guy! Almost before my mouth could drop open he’d shoved inside her, pushing her face down on the grass with his thrust. He put his hands on her hips and started thrusting in and out of her. I could hear her groans all the way from where Kristen and I were standing, watching in awe. Kristen was holding my hand tightly, seemingly aware of the emotional turmoil I was feeling.

I hadn’t been with my wife for over two months. Watching her frolicking with her lover in the pool, then this, was nearly more than I could take. I still hadn’t had any chance to talk to her and her words from the night before when Brett said he wanted her to stay with him came back to haunt me, “I’m definitely thinking about it.”

Michelle turned over on her back, opening her legs wide and taking his cock in her hand to guide it to her pussy. Once he was at her pussy lips, Brett gripped both her arms and pinned them above her head while he pushed himself inside her. I was mesmerized watching this guy fucking my wife that I hadn’t been with for so long. He held himself above her, looking into her eyes as he took long, deep strokes in and out of her pussy. Michelle spread her legs as far apart as she could and gazed up into his face, bucking her hips into him with every thrust. It was like they were daring each other to come first. This little scene seemed to go on forever, him plunging his cock into her, seemingly longer and harder with each stroke. He was literally pushing her body a couple inches every time his cock found her depths. It seemed like every stroke, I heard an unintelligible, “Unh” from Michelle. A couple times I heard Michelle’s voice all the way to the other end of the pool, “Harder you bastard!” Or some similar language.

I was about to go out of my mind with a combination of lust and jealousy. I wanted to be fucking my wife instead of watching this other guy fuck her. And fucking is exactly the right word for what Brett was doing to her. They weren’t making love, they were fucking. I wanted to close my eyes, shutting out the scene in front of me, but couldn’t.

I remember that Kristen had been holding my hand earlier but at that point, I didn’t even realize she was there. I was simply mesmerized by the scene unfolding on the other side of the pool. I remembered what Michelle had told me when we’d first decided to take Brett up on his offer for a Caribbean cruise, “I’ll definitely enjoy the fucking.” She was certainly keeping up that part of the bargain!

Michelle finally gave first. She started to scream, her body shuddering and her head thrashing back and forth, losing the war of will with Brett. When she came, I remembered from my distant past what it felt like to be inside her, and I felt the orgasm coming in my own cock. I grabbed myself over my swimsuit with my free hand and couldn’t stop pumping myself until I was drained. My legs turned to butter afterward and if not for Kristen beside me, still tightly holding my hand, I’d likely have sunk under the water and drowned. I hoped Brett didn’t mind a little cum in his pool. I’d closed my eyes for those few moments and when I opened them again Brett and Michelle lay on the grass, snuggling and kissing.

I was scared. I knew I’d put my wife in this situation. She was with her lover and enjoying every second, probably even enjoying tormenting me. I’d been there for nearly twenty-four hours and we still hadn’t spoken much more than a “Hi, good morning.” I knew that she didn’t want to let on to Brett that we knew each other but not being able to talk with her was almost killing me. Then watching the two of them fucking like this was nearly more than I could take.

I’ve said in these stories several times that the fear of losing my wife was part of my turn-on in her having an affair with another man. That’s been so true and still was. This fear was nearly all consuming. Yes, watching her with him was incredibly erotic. I’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm watching her. I know that Michelle has told me many times that she loves me and will always come home to me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I may have been watching the end of our marriage. Even with that, I was already starting to get hard again from what I’d witnessed.

In my reverie, I heard Kristen saying, “Are you okay?”

I looked over at her, smiling at me. “No, but I’ll survive.” I was grateful to her. She could have been saying, “I told you so.” But she simply held my hand giving me the emotional support I needed at that moment.

Brett jumped back in the pool and retrieved Michelle’s swimsuit bottom, taking it to her. She put it on and they walked hand-in-hand to the bathhouse. Kristen and I followed.

He had two sets of showers, one for men and one for women, much like a public pool would have. This time, though, the showers seemed to have the names Brett/Michelle on one and Robert/Kristen on the other. I watched the two of them go into one of the showers and let Kristen have the other shower first. My imagination took over, visualizing the scene that was likely happening in the other shower.

After we all had washed the chlorine off and dressed, Michelle started to make some sandwiches for lunch. The whole time she was trying to work, Brett was snuggling her. She’d tip her head to the side, letting him nibble on her neck or her ear. Occasionally, she’d turn her face to him, and they’d kiss. His hands were constantly all over her body as well. She’d put on a relatively short and thin summer dress, and his hands were under it caressing her skin all the way up and over her breasts, pulling her dress up showing off her thong underwear. It was more than evident that she was enjoying every second of his attention.

She finally playfully shooed him into the other room so she could carry the ham and cheese sandwiches into the living room where we were waiting. Michelle sat down next to Brett, pulling her legs up under her, and snuggled tightly to him. While we ate, they described a little more of their cruise.

The cruise ship they were on was specifically intended for honeymooning couples, so everything was geared toward romance. There weren’t any children on board, so no limitations on risqué clothing. Michelle fetched a couple of the dresses she’d worn to show us, and it certainly was a good thing there weren’t any children. They looked like you’d expect an ultra-sexy starlet to wear at the Oscars. Brett was beaming with pride at his beautiful girlfriend.

Apparently, they’d only spent part of the time cruising, and much of it renting several little villas on romantic, hidden away beaches where they didn’t need to wear clothing at all if they didn’t want. And, according to Brett, quite often, they didn’t want.

Kristen told the story we’d fabricated of how we met working on her building in St Louis and made up some fables about our whirlwind romance. I added several juicy little details as they came to mind. I was almost wishing they were real, it sounded like so much fun. We were sitting on the loveseat at right angles from Brett & Michelle’s couch and as we were telling our tale, stole occasional kisses from each other to make it seem more like we were a real, romantic couple. If it hadn’t been for my nervousness about Michelle and Brett, I’d have enjoyed the afternoon very much.

I still hadn’t had any opportunity to talk to my wife and watching their interaction as a couple in love was making me more nervous by the second. It was apparent there was no faking…that they were clearly in love with each other and savoring their new relationship.

Watching Brett and Michelle making love was one thing, but watching them during the day, obviously in love with each other and not having any opportunity to talk with Michelle was driving me completely out of my mind.

Early in the evening, after we’d been sitting, flirting and mildly making out most of the afternoon, Brett suggested we go out for dinner, then a little dancing. The rest of us agreed.

Brett and I dressed in our rooms first. I hadn’t brought many clothes but had brought my best shirt that I knew Michelle loved on me and thought was sexy. Every time I wore it, she wanted to run her hands all over my body. It’d seemed perfect for this trip. I finished dressing and waited in Brett’s family room, visiting with Brett, while we waited for our ladies to join us.

Unfortunately, I realized I liked the guy. I could understand why Michelle had fallen for him the first time she’d met him, and even harder after spending all this time with him. He was witty, the conversationalist I’d always wanted to be, extremely friendly and extremely good looking. He seemed to have everything I didn’t. It was also pretty obvious why he could develop professional relationships with his clients.

Kristen was ready first. She looked fantastic in her little black dress, coming just above her knees. It had little shoulder straps and was just translucent enough to show the black bra underneath it. Any man could go out with her and feel proud! It amazed me that she didn’t have an entire stable of men eager to seduce her. I supposed that she likely presented a completely different persona as the CEO/owner of her business, and men were too intimidated by her professionalism. Their loss!

When Michelle walked down the stair, it was completely different. She had on a shimmering red dress, thin like tissue paper but totally opaque, revealing every nook and cranny of her body, especially the outline of her breasts and nipples. When she got to the bottom of the stairs and turned, it was backless with crisscrossed straps holding it tight on her. There was a faint outline of what appeared to be thong panties underneath it.

The combination of that dress; Michelle's  blond hair in ringlets around her face; blue eyes with dark, smoky make-up; ruby red lips and gorgeous body; and that exotic perfume she was wearing had transformed my wife into a sexual Goddess, I was afraid that any second I might pass out. I could hardly hold back from rushing over and taking my wife in my arms. It was nearly impossible to stand with no emotion showing on my face and watch her go straight to Brett and place a long, lingering kiss on his lips.

Brett took Michelle in his arms and led the way out to his driveway, with Kristen and me following, the two of us holding hands with our fingers intertwined like lovers. A long, sleek Hummer limo waited in his driveway. Brett opened the back door and the two ladies climbed in. Michelle sat in the back seat and Kristen in the forward seat that was facing backward. Brett and I climbed in afterward, sitting next to our respective dates. I couldn’t help but glance down, but Michelle was holding her knees tightly together hiding the view I was hoping to get a glimpse of. Her dress was very high on her thighs, though, well above the lacy top of her silky stockings.

Brett opened the little bar beside him and poured each of us a small drink with ice. I didn’t see what kind of alcohol it was but it was no doubt expensive. Brett clinked my glass and did a little toast, “To two beautiful and wonderful ladies.”

Before taking my drink, I looked into Kristen’s eyes and replied, “I can’t agree with him more.” Even though Kristen was about ten years older than me and Michelle, she was an incredible looking woman, and obviously very intelligent, being the owner and CEO of a very successful company. In reality, though, I was speaking to Michelle through Kristen.

Michelle did her own toast, looking at Brett, “To one of the sexiest men on the planet!” Well, at least she’d said “one of” the sexiest. I presumed that I was the other.

Kristen raised her glass to me, saying, “To the man I’ve been waiting for all my life.” I blushed at that, we hardly knew each other. We met the evening before, slept together a total of one night and made love a total of zero times. Perhaps she was trying to make Michelle jealous.

After our toasts, Brett kissed Michelle with a long, lingering kiss on her lips. I ached to kiss my wife but instead kissed Kristen’s soft, sweet lips.

Brett told us, “I made a reservation at my favorite restaurant, Bavette’s. I know Michelle’s never been there.” Then he looked directly at me, “Robert, have you?”

I almost blurted out that this was the first time I’d ever been in Chicago, much less a particular restaurant. Before I said it, I remembered that I was Kristen’s guy-friend so had most likely been in Chicago before. I simply answered him, “No, I haven’t had the pleasure yet.”

I’d lost track of time, so have no idea how long it took us to get to Bavette’s. I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Brett and I both spent the time snuggling and kissing our women on the way. I’ll admit that my attention was mostly on Michelle and how she was so clearly intoxicated, under Brett’s charm. As I’ve said before, jealousy is like a powerful aphrodisiac to me and the extreme jealousy had been flowing ever since we’d arrived at their house last night. I was shocked to realize I was even relating to Brett’s house as my wife’s as well.

Once we stepped through the door of Bavette’s, it was apparent why Brett thought so highly of it. It was different than anything I’d ever seen before. I don’t even know how to describe it. It was dark, cozy and very romantic, with real candles burning on the tables for much of the light, along with the fantastic chandeliers spread around the room, but set very dim. The impeccably dressed host knew Brett by sight and seated us in one of the back booths where we’d have as much privacy as possible. The booth was scrumptious leather seating, totally different than any other restaurant I’d ever been in.

Brett asked me if I liked Scotch. Umm, I had no idea, never tasted it. “I love it,” I told him. Both Michelle and Kristen enthusiastically agreed. He ordered the four of us a Macallan 18 year, double. I had absolutely no clue what that might be. I live in a completely different world! They arrived in large, amber colored, stem glasses that were undoubtedly expensive themselves. I may not have known what the drink itself was, but it was pretty clear what the “double” meant.

When the waiter brought our drinks, he asked Brett, “Would you like to order sir, or would you like menus?”

Brett answered, “I know what I want.” Then he asked Michelle and Kristen if they’d like a menu. Obviously, he and Kristen had been because they both knew what they wanted Michelle asked to see a menu. I asked the waiter what kind of steaks they had?

“Sir, our Chicago ribeye is the very best steak in the City.” That sounded good to me, so told him that’s what I’d like. He went through the normal litany of salad, type of potato, type of vegetable and so on.

Kristen ordered the broiled salmon, Michelle the petite filet mignon, and Brett another Chicago ribeye. Then Brett shocked the hell out of me, he ordered an appetizer of roasted bone marrow. I about puked on the table right then and there! He added what sounded like salmon tartare or something like that. I never saw the menu to see exactly what it was.

While we waited for our food, I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful wife and the sexy, obviously very expensive dress she was wearing. I tried to imagine her out with friends in such a dress at home and simply couldn’t. I remembered the transparent blouse Michelle had worn to the Black Angus one time, but that had been completely different. She was embarrassed and it was more of a lark, a promise made in the heat of a moment. This dress is almost sexier and more revealing by the way it was so form-fitting and thin. It’s also elegant, drawing attention to the natural beauty of my wife.

Our waiter brought our salads, bone marrow and salmon whatever. The roasted bone marrow came in eight small bite sized chunks and actually looked good, not like I’d imagined bone marrow might be. Actually, it was so far outside my realm of experience that I’d never even imagined it before. It was apparently finger-food as Brett picked one up and then offered them to the rest of us. I didn’t want to be rude, so took one and gingerly put it in my mouth. Brett was obviously enjoying himself at my expense, watching as I gingerly put it in my mouth, trying to not make a face. It wasn’t bad, actually pretty good. Michelle tried the bone marrow as well, exclaiming how good it was. I wasn’t going to go that far.

The salmon came in two rolls, each one sliced into four small parts. I’ll admit I liked that much better than the bone marrow. I picked up one of the salmon slices and fed it to Kristen, who took my fingers in her mouth and very saucily licked them clean. I thought we were doing a masterful job of playing boyfriend/girlfriend. During the day, I’d come to like her very much. She wasn’t at all like the professional women I’ve worked with over the years. I suppose they’re probably a lot more fun away from their business work as well.

The waiter hadn’t lied about the steak. I don’t know if it was the best in Chicago because my experience was limited to this one restaurant. But it was certainly better than anything I’d ever had before. Michelle said the same about her filet mignon. It was a very enjoyable dinner. The food, other than the bone marrow, was simply outstanding and the company we were with couldn’t have been better. The only thing I could think that could have made it better was Michelle by my side, or at least to know where I stood with her.

We talked about inconsequential things, nothing about our work. Brett inquired about me, my home life and so on. I made up the story as went along, being sure to file away the details I was telling him in my mind in case I needed to remember them again.

After dinner, we drove to a club Brett said was his favorite. He told us that it caters to people a bit more mature than the 20’s crowds When we walked in, I could tell why; the music was much softer, slower and much more pleasant than I’d heard in my vast repertoire of bar experience (about three bars total). I had no idea what the music was since it wasn’t country or square dance music, but I liked it. The tables were lit with small flickering, flameless candles, and the room lighting was soft and low, very romantic. It was easy to see why Brett liked it.

Nearly everyone there seemed to be couples, probably in their thirties or older. This definitely wasn’t a “pick-up” bar.

We ordered drinks, mine was a Singapore Sling and I don’t recall the others. They weren’t just wine, though. I was curious as to how much Michelle had gotten used to drinking alcohol since she’d been with Brett. I was already starting to feel a bit tipsy, after the drink in the limo, then that double scotch in the restaurant. Thank goodness for a good meal.

We found a table and sat listening to the music for a few minutes. Brett and Michelle sat snuggled as close as you can on two chairs with his hand rubbing the inside of her thigh. I simply held Kristen’s hand and took a few slow sips of my drink. The dance floor was fairly small, maybe twenty feet square and there were five or six couples dancing, all tight against each other.

After sitting a few minutes, I asked Kristen if she’d like to dance. When she nodded affirmatively, I took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. Her arms went around my neck and her cheek tight against mine as we shuffled around the floor. This close to her, I could definitely smell her perfume and told her how much I liked it. “Mmm, thank you,” she said. Then she lightly brushed her lips against mine and we snuggled tighter together.

She whispered in my ear, “Do you think we’ve convinced Brett that we’re lovers yet?”

I couldn’t help but tease a little, “I don’t know. I think he’s still a little skeptical.”

“Well maybe we’d better try a little harder,” she giggled. She closed her eyes and kissed me for real, definitely as lovers would kiss. I felt her tongue slithering through my open lips, exploring my mouth. I kissed her back, just as ardently until we both had to take a breath. When we broke apart, Kristen commented, “Mmm, I liked that.”

I agreed, “So did I, but I think we’ll probably need to practice a little more to get it right.”

She laughed and snuggled her cheek tightly against mine.

I glanced at Brett and my wife and they were just getting up from the table, not paying us even a little bit of attention. Kristen moved her lips back to mine. This time it felt like the practicing was over and we really were lovers. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue tickling my lips so I responded in a matter of seconds we were locked in a passionate kiss. Kristen’s soft, sweet lips were working with mine, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. This woman definitely knew how to kiss! I was enjoying myself immensely with our pelvic areas pressed tightly to each other.

She finally broke away, and whispered once again, “Do you think that’ll convince him?”

“It’s a start, but we still have to keep working on it, maybe improving our technique a little.”

I looked for Brett and Michelle once again. They were on the dance floor, in each other’s arms. What I saw shook me to the bone, Michelle’s arms were extended straight over Brett’s shoulders, his on her hips. Their eyes were locked on each other and Michelle had this little smile I’ve seen so many times when she’s enjoying herself immensely.

Kristen and I danced together cheek to cheek but my eyes were glued onto my wife and her lover. I watched as their lips came closer together and finally touched, growing into much more than a simple passionate kiss. Michelle’s arms closed around his neck pulling him tighter to her and they literally melted into each other’s arms. My jealousy almost exploded as I watched their passionate kiss, probing each other’s mouth with their tongues. It was literally torturing watching my wife and Brett kiss so fervently when I needed to kiss her so badly! I’m almost ashamed to admit that as I was dancing with Kristen, kissing and snuggling her, my hard-on was much obvious because of the sexy scene unfolding on the other side of the dance floor.

I’d watched them fucking by the pool earlier in the day, and listened the night before, but this dance, this kiss, was far more erotic…and more frightening than anything I’d witnessed before. I think the fact that Brett had no idea Michelle’s husband was watching, that he was so uninhibited added to the eroticism immeasurably. I still didn’t have any clue what Michelle’s plans were, whether she intended to accept his offer or come home to me was also adding to my sexual tension. I’ve said several times before that the potential to lose her added to my reveling in her sexual adventures. The fear had never been greater than at that moment, and I was hard as an iron spike. I know that reading this you’re thinking I’m totally a crazy, demented person. Who am I to argue when the facts are so clearly obvious!

That song mercifully ended and another began. The four of us continued to dance, snuggle and kiss. Kristen had noticed me several times glancing at my wife and Brett. “You like watching her with him, don’t you?”

“Why, what makes you say that?”

She ground her hips against my erection, saying, “It’s fairly obvious, isn’t it?”

I laughed a little, replying, “Maybe that’s for you.”

“Well, I hope so, at least a little bit.”

I closed my eyes and kissed her, our lips melting together. I didn’t want to admit that my erection did mostly have to do with watching my wife and Brett, but Kristen was a sexy, enjoyable woman in her own right. She’d definitely been adding to my enjoyment of the evening.

I looked back over at Brett and Michelle. My wife had turned her back to him and had snuggled up tight to his chest, her cheek leaning in against his. Brett’s hands were right under my wife’s breasts with Michelle’s hands over his. I was sure Michelle was looking directly at me as she pulled his hands up over her breasts and encouraged him to caress her.

I couldn’t help but think back to a little over two years ago when Michelle had never gone out in public without a bra or allowed more than a kiss on the cheek in public. Now, she’s wearing a dress that shows every tiny detail of her body and encouraging another man to fondle her with probably every eye in the club on her.

After three or four dances with Kristen, I whispered that I needed to talk to Michelle. Kristen suggested, “Let’s go sit and rest. Maybe they will too and you can ask Brett’s permission to dance with her.” I thought that would feel kind of weird, asking another man for permission to dance with my own wife!

Kristen was right. Shortly after we sat down, Brett and Michelle did so as well. We sat and visited, drinking our drinks while I got up my courage to ask Michelle to dance. Shortly after, Michelle got up to go to the restroom. Kristen excused herself as well to show Michelle where to find it. I wondered what they’d be saying to each other. Michelle still had to be dying of curiosity how I came to be Kristen’s date for the weekend.

While they were gone, I told Brett, “You’re a lucky man. Your girlfriend is a beautiful woman.”

He didn’t disagree. “She is, isn’t she! She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“It’s pretty obvious how she feels about you. Are you planning to marry her?”

He nodded, “I am. There are some… complications, but those get worked out.”

Umm yeah, I thought, there certainly are some complications, such as the fact that she’s my wife! But I’ll admit, his confidence scared the shit out of me… and sent a surge of adrenaline charged eroticism through me! I had to be careful to not show those emotions that were running through my head.

He asked me, “How about you, I see you’re wearing a wedding ring but you’re with Kristen. Are you married?”

I laughed kind of nervously. I hoped he wasn’t getting suspicious about me. “No, I was but it didn’t work out. We split up a couple years ago, but I’ve never had the heart to take the ring off.”

“I understand. I was married but when my wife died three years ago, it took a long time to get over. Meeting Michelle has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me I think. I’ve never been with anyone like her.” I almost felt guilty, wanting to take his woman away from him, but then I thought, What the hell am I thinking, that’s exactly what he’s trying to do to me!

Now seemed like as good a time as any. “Would you mind if I danced once with her?”

He laughed a little, “No, not at all, not as long as you’re not planning on taking her away from me.”

That’s exactly what I was planning! I laughed a little, “I’ve seen her with you, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t take her away from you with all the dances in the world.”

“Feel free to ask her when she gets back. It’s up to her.”

I smiled at him in gratitude, “Thanks.”

While we were waiting for the ladies to return, he asked me how I’d met Kristen, and I gave him the story we’d agreed on, that we’d met while I was working on her St Louis building. I talked a little about how wonderful I thought Kristen was and surprised myself. I wasn’t exaggerating. I did think she was a pretty wonderful woman. I thought that if we’d met in other circumstances, we could have become very close, even actual lovers. Of course, I realized that under different circumstances, I’d never have been brave enough to go on a date with anyone like her.

When the ladies returned and sat down, I asked, “Michelle, may I have this dance?”

She looked over at Brett, silently asking his permission. He understood and told her, “Fine, go ahead. Just no hanky-panky.” We both laughed.

When we were on the dance floor, still close enough for Brett to hear, Michelle told me, “My man’s a little possessive. I didn’t know if he’d want me dancing with some stranger.”

This was the first time I’d touched my wife since May tenth, almost two-and-a-half months ago. I wanted to crush her to me, kiss her like she’d never been kissed in her life. I felt the skin on her back. It felt softer than I remembered. I resisted the urge to run my hand up and down her back to relish the feel of her, kiss her neck, wrap my hands around her wonderful breasts. I desperately wanted to feel her nipples against my chest. I had to remember, we were strangers and this was just a polite, single dance. For her part, Michelle simply held my hand loosely and rested her other on my shoulder. My hand and shoulder burned from her touch. I wanted so much more, but I knew that in front of Brett, there couldn’t be more. Michelle smiled at me, her only acknowledgment of any familiarity.

I laughed a little and we very inconspicuously danced our way to the other side of the floor. When I was certain we were far enough, I told her, “You and Brett look like a couple in love.”

“We are a couple in love. He’s a wonderful man and I do love him, very much.”

I was certain that Brett was still watching us. Even though we were far enough away that he couldn’t hear, the dance floor wasn’t large enough to be out of his sight. I didn’t want to let myself shake or my face give away how I was feeling right then. In spite of the fear welling up inside me, I continued to smile as if I was simply enjoying a simple dance with a beautiful woman. Michelle’s face wasn’t showing any emotion either. Was she trying as hard as I was to not give away true feelings? Or were there simply no emotions there to show? I was nearly dying inside.

I had no idea what to say to my own wife after she told me how much she’s in love with another man. She went on, and told me something that shook me to my core, “He’s asked me to marry him, to stay with him.”

I had already known that from what Kristen told me, but hearing the words from her made my blood run cold. The way she said it clearly left the impression that she had made up her mind and was going to stay with him.

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. My hands were shaking and my heart pounding, “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 for 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.