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An hour later, after I had gotten myself under a bit of control, I thought about flying to Miami the next day to get her. At least, that gave me a plan of action. Then I realized I couldn’t do that either. Michelle was only spending the first night at the Hyatt because it was close to the airport. By the time I flew to Seattle, then to Miami, Michelle would have already checked out of the Hyatt

I didn’t know where she was going after that, or what she’d be doing for the next week. Brett hadn’t told us where, except the first night. I tried to remember if Michelle had told me the name of the hotel he’d been at in Seattle, but was sure she hadn’t, other than how nice it was and that it wasn’t the Sheraton.

I thought, “What have I done?” I’d potentially thrown away everything important in my life for a thrill. I was totally helpless, with only a thread to cling to, my trust in Michelle. But I’d never told her what I knew, that Brett had no intention of letting her come home. He planned to take her away from me. Kristen had told me he could and would do it, and I naively believed he couldn’t. He’d already started, by cutting us off from each other and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it!

I didn’t get any sleep the rest of the night. When I stumbled out of bed in the morning, I realized that nothing had changed from when she left. I’d already known exactly what was going to happen, that she’d be cut off from me, that I’d be here alone fretting about her faithfulness. I just hadn’t realized how strongly the fact that I wouldn’t be able to contact her would hit me.

It was Monday, there wasn’t any way I could go to work after not sleeping and worrying about Michelle, so I called my office and told them I wasn’t feeling well. Then I remembered that Brett had e-mailed Michelle a phone number I could call in case of an emergency. I was actually kind of glad I hadn’t remembered it last night. I’d probably have made a fool of myself blubbering incoherently. Yes, I was still scared of losing her, but the feeling of intense panic was gone. That had been the most frightful night of my life.

At least the panic was gone for a few minutes until I thought again about how wonderfully Michelle described Brett, and that I wouldn’t be able to communicate with her at all for the next month. I fought the urge to call that emergency number. I counted to ten, then to a hundred to calm myself again. I knew that unless I lied and told whoever answered that I’d injured myself badly or one of Michelle’s parents had died, that she’d never get the message anyway. I realized that, short of a real emergency, I simply had no way to contact my wife, and I may as well face that reality.

The next month loomed like an eternity in front of me. I realized it wouldn’t do me any good to sit around the lonely house and moping, so after lunch, I dragged myself to work and told them I was feeling better.

The next several days were a hell I hadn’t even imagined. When Michelle had gone to Las Vegas with Shaun, I was lonesome at home, but at least knew I could call and talk to her. This time, it was a void like she didn’t exist anymore. The house was cold and lonely whenever I was at home. I subsisted on McDonald’s, day after day. Anything I ate tasted more like cardboard than food, so what did it matter? I wished I had some idea what Michelle was doing. I had friends, but none I could talk about this with, not even Ginger or Eric.

I remembered one thing I’d vowed to do after Michelle left. Wednesday after work, I called Diana. I told her I knew a really nice, single guy, and wondered if she’d be interested in another blind date. She was apprehensive, but I did my best to assure her that she’d like him and stressed that he was single. I was pleased that she finally agreed she’d go out with him if he called. Then I repeated the call and had much the same kind of conversation with Shaun. I didn’t do that because I wanted him to break up with Michelle. The opposite was true, I liked her going out with and sleeping with him. All he finally said was that he’d think about it. I wasn’t going to worry about it, I’d done my good deed for the week. Although if it worked out, Michelle might not consider it such a good deed when she got home. Then my reality hit me again and I changed my thought to “if” she gets home.

Friday after work I decided maybe a little company would help. In a way, I didn’t want to go to any square dances because I knew I’d need to make up a lie about where Michelle was for so long. I went anyway and invented a fib about her grandma being really sick and only having a little while left. How lame was that!

I’d hoped that Eric and Ginger would be there, but they weren’t. There were two single ladies that I danced with quite often, so at least I had dance partners. It helped my loneliness being around friends, but I knew that afterward I was going home to that lonely house, and that took away about ninety percent of the fun.

After I climbed into my bed, I did what I figured any sane human in my condition might do; I started counting the plaster splatters on the ceiling. There were a lot more than I’d ever suspected, over two hundred in just a couple square feet. Then I started to calculate in my head how many that would be in the whole room and finally gave up.

I wondered what Michelle might be doing. She left five days before the cruise so that either meant she was with Brett now, or it might be tomorrow. If she was with him now, it was a sure bet what she was doing right at that instant! Then I had a thought how I could connect with her a little bit. It seemed a little perverted, but so be it!

I went to her lingerie drawer where all her new nighties were stacked so neatly inside. I thought that the feel of one of her silk ones on my hands and face would help me picture her. She’d neatly stacked the silk one I wanted, the one she wore the last night before she left, on top of the pile. The first thing I noticed was the fragrance of perfume wafting out of her drawer. It was one I hadn’t smelled before and it was gloriously feminine! I ran the back of my hand over the soft material, then went to pick it up. I was confused; there was something hard and crinkly inside it. When I picked it up, an envelope fell out on the floor with my name on it. I picked it up and looked at it, it was sealed with “Robert”, neatly written on the front with Michelle’s handwriting.

I took it and the nightgown, and sat down on the bed. The only thing that went through my mind was a “Dear John” letter she’d written before she left. I tried to remember her the day she left. She’d seemed cold and distant, or was that just my imagination from the façade that we’d had to create to comply with Brett’s contract?

It’d be easier if I drank, I could drown myself in a bottle and ease my fears before opening it. As it was, though, I’d just make myself sick. I’d be ashamed and throwing up.

My hands were shaking, and tears were already forming in my eyes when I tore it open. There was a single piece of stationery folded inside. I slowly unfolded it and started reading, “My dear husband, Robert, I know we won’t be able to talk, so I thought about how I might still be able to communicate with you when I’m gone. I’m going to hide this letter where I hope you’ll find it when you get lonely for me. I want you to know how much I love you. I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but I hope you do.” I smiled at that and wiped the tears from my cheeks. “I hope you’re enjoying spending lots of time with Diana, especially in bed with her. I have to admit that fixing you up with her wasn’t altogether altruistic of me. I don’t want to be worrying about you being alone all the time while I’m gone.”

“I also thought of a little game we can play, kind of together. I hid a few things around the house where you can have a kind of scavenger hunt and I’ll be able to think about you finding them. There are three more envelopes in the drawer, inside my nighties underneath where you found this one. Don’t touch them yet! Wait a week in-between looking at each envelope. That’ll give you something to look forward to.”

“For now, though, there’s another envelope on the bottom, on left side of my underwear drawer. I think you’ll like looking there, and I hope you’ll like what’s in the envelope. Love, Michelle.” She’d made a little happy face under her name. There was a short “PS” underneath her signature, “Oh, I hope you can still smell the perfume. It’s one that I thought Brett might like. I wanted to share it with you too.”

My mood had brightened about a thousand percent! I practically ran back over to her chest of drawers and found the envelope. She was right, I did enjoy pawing through her drawer full of bikinis, thongs, and bras. There was a big manila envelope where she said it’d be, with another regular envelope taped to the front that said, “Open me first”.

The note inside read, “I thought about having these professionally made but decided it’d be more fun if Shaun took them. Besides, I knew you’d enjoy thinking about how much Shaun and I wanted to play, but couldn’t. Enjoy!”

I unclasped the manila envelope. There were several 8x10 portraits of Michelle dressed in the nightgown her first letter was in. There were several different kinds of poses. All of them were sexy, some more than others. In one, she had a saucy, come-hither look on her face with her fingers pulling the gown up on one side just enough to reveal her waxed pussy. Her hair was pushed to one side, draping over the front of her shoulder adding to the sexiness. In another, the gown was pushed down with both her bare boobs poking out above it. Shaun must have been going crazy taking these photos!

I checked the time and realized Walmart was still open, so jumped in the car and bought a bunch of picture frames. As soon as I got home, I carefully put each photo in a frame and placed them around the house, where I could always see one; in the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room etc. The thought that anyone else coming in the house could also see them didn’t even enter my mind. I folded the nightgown, putting it on my nightstand with the picture of her holding the hem of her gown up with her fingertips on top of it. The one with her bare boobs went on the nightstand on the other side of the bed, so I could see one or the other no matter which way I was laying. I even thought about putting one on the ceiling. It would sure be better than counting plaster splatters!

Then I have to admit I almost went back to her lingerie drawer for the next envelope. I didn’t know if I’d be able to wait another week! That was the first night since Michelle had left that I went to bed with a smile on my face.

The next day, Saturday, I knew that Michelle would be with her lover. I couldn’t help but wonder what her first time with him would be like, after abstaining for so long.

Saturday evening I decided to treat myself to a decent dinner for a change and went to the Olive Garden for lasagna. I would have loved to go to the Black Angus and have Trisha for my waitress, but in the sexually frustrated situation I was in, didn’t think it’d be a good idea. If she hadn’t gone back to her husband, I would have in a heartbeat, and hopefully brought her home with me. Damn husbands!

The next several days were much easier to take. I knew I had something to look forward to in only a week. I wondered if it was more pictures of Michelle or something else I’d love. The house still felt lonely, but I had those pictures to look at wherever I went in the house. Of course, in a way, it didn’t help that I knew another man was now getting to see her the same way, and even much more provocatively… in person… and making love with her whenever they wanted.

By the middle of the next week, my loneliness was starting to hit me really hard again. I knew what I had to look forward to on Friday, but that still seemed like a long time yet and it still wasn’t my Michelle! She was off on a romantic holiday with her hot stud who wanted to take her away from me!

Friday evening, I vacillated between going square dancing and staying home with my scavenger hunt. I decided that I could have both, my surprise from Michelle would just be delayed a little. I was glad I did go to the dance, Ginger and Eric were there this time. Eric and I took turns dancing with Ginger and the other women. The single ladies in our club are all much older, as is typical of most square dance clubs. It’s rare to be blessed with a young, attractive single girl like Jacqui had been when she was in Kennewick. God, I missed her! If only she hadn’t been transferred away, she’d be here with me now!

The only problem with dancing with Ginger was my heightened sexual sensitivity. Every touch sent an electric shock through me to my cock. It’s hard square dancing with your cock hard the whole time. I’d learned that in Reno with Jacqui (and HOW I learned it!), but it’s a little more uncomfortable in your own club, with people you dance with all the time.

After the dance, several in the club wanted to go to Shari’s Restaurant for dessert. I wanted to go home but thought it’d be rude to not go along. Besides, Ginger wanted me to go and who was I to deny her the pleasure of my company. Maybe she’d want to send Eric home and accompany me to my house. Dreamer! Unfortunately, it didn’t happen. I ended up going home alone after eating my caramel pecan pie. Oh, the sacrifices we must make!

When I got home, I went straight to Michelle’s lingerie drawer again and pulled out her next silk nightie. That sweet perfume was a little weaker, but it still almost did me in. I was ready for the envelope this time and it didn’t make it to the floor. I also wasn’t afraid to open it, like the first one. It contained a short note: “Dear husband, I’m not sure whether to trust you or not. Did you wait a week, or go straight back to the drawer? If you went back to the drawer without waiting, close the damn drawer and go in the other room to calm down. Don’t spoil the game. If you were a good boy and did wait, check the next nightie down, Michelle.” Arghhh, she’s killing me!

I put that gown under the other picture on Michelle’s nightstand and pulled out the next one in the pile, being careful again to not let my precious envelope fall on the floor. I opened the folded stationery and read her note: “Sweetheart, you know how much I love you. Check under the big shoe box on my side of the closet. Love, your wife.” It was followed by another happy face.

I didn’t remember a big shoe box. She has lots of shoe boxes scattered around. I checked her closet and found several on the shelf over our clothes. One was a little bigger so I peeked under it. Sure enough, there was another, smaller manila envelope with a regular white one taped to the front. I knew the routine this time and opened the white one.

There were two pages of folded stationery. I started reading Michelle’s neat handwriting, “Sweetheart, I’ve read the stories you’ve published and noticed one thing over and over again. You enjoy being jealous of other men with me. If you actually waited a week from the first envelope, you know that I’m with Brett now, very likely as you read this, making love with him, or dancing with him, or snuggled up in his arms sleeping, or just gazing into his eyes before our loving kiss. Whatever we’re doing, you can be assured that I’ll be loving it.”

“I thought you should know a little more about the man than I’d told you about before. I told you that he was a fantastic lover that one night. If anything, I downplayed what it was like. Right now, writing this, my pussy is absolutely drenched from wanting him inside me. I’ve been imagining what our first time is going to be like and I can hardly wait. I know it’s going to be like nothing else on earth.”

“Ever since I met him, I wondered why he’s still single. I’ve been insisting I can resist him, but the closer the time comes, the more I wonder if I can. Maybe he won’t be single much longer, Hmm? I’m hopeful you and Diana are getting along as well as I’m expecting.” What the fuck? Did she just tell me that she really fixed us up in case she left me? That really worked out well didn’t it!

“You like to picture me making love with other men. I thought a picture of him would help you to visualize him making love with your loving wife, so I asked him to send me one. It’s in the manila envelope if you want to see. I hope you do, I want you to see what a handsome man I’m making love with several times a day. I guess the fact that he’s rich, charming and about every sexy adjective I can think of doesn’t hurt either, does it? I’m going to have to take a break from writing this, I’m getting close to coming without even touching myself.” If my Michelle is trying to make me jealous, it’s damn well working! And what the hell is this statement that he might not be single much longer?

“I’m back, calmed down a little bit, but still horny! I guess that’s what he wanted with making us stay away from each other that long. You should know that it’s working, and very well!”

“When he sent the picture, he told me a little about the cruise. It’s a honeymoon cruise with all adults and designed to be romantic. I’ll be posing as his newlywed wife, Mrs. Brett McKenzie. I’m pretty sure I’ll be wearing his wedding ring too. He said we’ll be stopping at lots of romantic resorts as well.”

“Now that you know what a sex god your wife is with while you read this, go ahead and check out his picture. Your loving and horny wife, Michelle.”

Oh crap! How the hell was I supposed to process that? I knew she’s just pulling my chain…at least I thought so. Crap, I didn’t know what the hell to think after reading that! How the hell does little old Robert Fields, Building Official, compete with someone like that?

My hands were shaking again when I opened the manila envelope and took out the picture of Brett. Another little paper fell on the floor. Shit, she wasn’t exaggerating even a tiny bit, he’s damn good looking. If I had to think of someone people might relate to, I’d say he looked a lot like Mike Weatherly, of NCIS, except with a neatly trimmed beard, and little flecks of grey in his hair and beard. Damn, that’s the guy I sent my wife off with on a romantic, month-long cruise. What a friggin idiot I am! And not a damn thing I can do about it now!

I picked up the little paper that fell on the floor. She’d written, “The beard? It tickles and feels so good ‘down there’.” Shit, not only was I scared beyond words again, but my cock was raging hard!

The thing was, especially now that I knew what he looked like, I hoped they were making love, maybe spooning, with him behind and Michelle’s leg thrown back over him, his slippery cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Before Michelle left, I checked the time zone of the Caribbean Islands. They’re either two or three hours ahead of us, depending on exactly where they are. I realized that, since it’s about ten-thirty here, this is about the time Brett could be taking my wife to bed with him after romancing her all evening on their “honeymoon”. Yeah, about the time they’d likely be making love at this very instant!

I found Michelle’s nightie, the one that had the note inside of it and rubbed it on my face, feeling the soft silk and smelled her sweet, sexy perfume that she was probably wearing in bed with Brett right then. I’d shaved right before the dance, so her nightie slid easily across my face without catching on a whisker.

Shit, I couldn’t stop myself. I wrapped my hand around my cock, spreading the slippery pre-cum around and started masturbating myself with that vision in my mind; Brett and my wife in that position, one we both loved but didn’t do often. Why didn’t we, I wondered? His hand would be on her boob, pinching a nipple, or maybe on the inside of her thigh, pulling her leg further to open her up even more for him.

He was slipping so deep inside her, I knew a lot deeper than I could, rubbing against her g-spot with every deep plunge inside her. Ahhh, my hips started bucking with that vision in my head and I couldn’t get rid of it, didn’t want to get rid of it! My wife was humping back toward him urging him on, telling him how damned good it felt, that she was about to come. My cock was so slippery in my hand. I didn’t want to come, but I knew I couldn’t stop it then no matter what; Michelle started screaming and her body convulsed with spasms from her orgasm with him deep inside her. The fragrance from her silk nightie filled my soul. My cock exploded, and I felt my hot cum fill my hand. Then Brett stiffened and came deep inside Michelle’s pussy, Ahhhh, I heard noises coming from deep inside me when I groaned, and I couldn’t stop hearing Michelle’s moans and that wailing sound she’d make when she’d come with Brett’s cock inside her. Then it was over. My hand was gooey and hot with my cum.

I got up, stripped the bed, and put on clean sheets and a blanket. When I went back to bed, the bite of insecurity hit me. I’d satisfied my carnal instincts somewhat, but my insides were twisted into knots with a hopeless sense of insecurity and jealousy. I thought again, “How the hell do I compete with someone like that?” Would Michelle realize how far beneath her she’d married and how much better she could do, with the very man who was undoubtedly making love with her at that instant!

When I got up late the next morning, after very little sleep, my phone was blinking, trying to tell me there was a text waiting to be read. It was from Diana, “Date with Shaun last night. Thank you. Phil would approve.”

I smiled in approval. I was happy for her and hoped it’d work out between them. She was a girl who deserved whatever happiness in life she could find. It did, however, shut off an avenue for me if my worst fears came true.

I’m not going to try and describe the angst I felt the next week for fear that it might get boring to read about. All I’ll say is that it was a damn hard and long week! That last note from Michelle had left a huge, nagging doubt in my mind, an incredible longing for her, and, of course, the fear that the next time I saw her, she’d be permanently with another man. Agreeing to not having any avenue to contact my wife wasn’t worth any amount of money!

I skipped square dancing on Friday night, I’d tolerated waiting all week, and after I got home from work, there wasn’t any way I could wait a second longer to see what she had in store for me that week. Hell, it might even be the damn “Dear John” letter I’d been afraid of the first week. It almost seemed like she really was communicating with me from the cruise.

I found the third envelope in Michelle’s lingerie drawer. This time, again, I was almost afraid to open it for fear what it might contain. I did, though, I obviously couldn’t resist. It read, “My dearest Robert, I hope you enjoyed spending a week visualizing Brett making love with your wife over and over again. I’m guessing not as much as I enjoyed it all week. I know I’ll be wondering how often you and Diana are sleeping together. If you want to move in with her until I get home (or something else), it’s okay with me.”

“For your little scavenger hunt this week, since we hardly ever watch a DVD, I’m trusting you likely haven’t since I left. I want you to go turn the player on and press play. I’ve already adjusted the sound system, but you need to turn it on as well. I want you to have good, loud stereo sound. Watch and enjoy! Love, Michelle.”

What the hell is that all about I wonder. What’d she do, rent me a porno or something? I guess she would’ve had to have bought it because it’s been so long. It seemed like an eternity since I took her to the airport.

Michelle had obviously planned this all out well ahead of time because the remote for both the DVD player and sound system were sitting on top the DVD player where I could find them. Normally, on the rare occasion, we watch something, we spend half an hour hunting for the elusive remotes.

I picked up the remotes, sat down in my recliner, turned them both on and hit “play”. It took about five seconds for my jaw to drop open and exclaim, “Oh My God!” This was the video she’d told me about a month earlier. I’d completely forgotten about it. It was a porno all right, starring my wife and that shy kid, Jeremy! It was no wonder she’d wanted the volume turned up. His hands were wound in her hair, pulling her head back and I heard over and over again, “Harder, Jeremy harder!” He was yanking her head back and slamming his cock into her pussy. Michelle's back was arched, her bare tits jutting out, head pulled back and her face was a mixture of torment and lust, but she kept screaming those words, "Harder, Jeremy, harder!" I tried to hold off, but my own cock was raging and I finally couldn’t stop it any longer. I came, and came, and came! It was my first orgasm since the week before and watching my wife being fucked so thoroughly, it was a gigantic one. Michelle sure as hell hadn’t exactly told me everything about that night!

Michelle was definitely the star of the show too. Whoever took it had shown Jeremy’s cock sliding in and out of Michelle’s pussy, but zoomed in on her face and that’s what was filling our sixty-five-inch TV when her orgasm hit her. Technically, I was amazed at the quality you could get on a phone! It’s a damn good thing we live in a house, rather than an apartment complex with the screams she made. There were four other naked people in the room as well. The video occasionally showed three of them, two girls and one guy, moving around watching my wife being fucked from behind. I could only assume the one taking the video was the other guy, probably naked too. I’d loved to have known what all had happened before the fuck-session. It seemed impossible for me to believe that this was the same kid we’d met in Ellensburg only a few weeks before this video had been made. It shut off after Jeremy collapsed on top of her.

I don’t have any idea how to explain how I was feeling then. Other than my pictures and the new ones from two weeks earlier, this was the only time I’d seen my wife in nearly three weeks. Then to see her like this? It was just too much. I didn’t even know how to react. I was trying to process in my mind what I’d seen when the video started again. Apparently, it had been recorded on the DVD repeatedly. I sat and watched the whole thing through again, then a third time before it actually ended. By then, my cock was hard again, as if that first orgasm hadn’t even happened.

Michelle said she didn’t know it was being videoed. After watching it, I could understand why. She’d been wholly pre-occupied with being fucked the whole time. Dammit, though, as turned on as they both were when it started, I wish they’d have had a video from the “before”, during the strip poker game itself.

At that point, I suspected what the fourth envelope might lead me to somewhere in the house. I thought about going looking. If I found what I was looking for without it, would that be fair? I decided that no, I needed the diversion of the game to survive another week alone.

It was then that I really appreciated what Michelle had done for me. She’d undoubtedly thought I’d be spending days and nights with Diana while she was gone, but she also knew how much I’d miss her. She thought of this little game as a diversion to make it seem more like she was there with me. If only she’d known that there was no Diana, that this game was all I had to keep myself sane, she’d appreciate all the more what she’d done for me.

I was pretty sure that the fucking in the video was only a preview of her normal, every-day experience with Brett. The way she’d described him, it was probably several times a day, and she was enjoying him every bit as much as she had in that video. I only hoped she wasn’t falling hopelessly in love with him. Not knowing that was literally killing me emotionally, and there were still two long weeks to go!

The following week, I started watching the reality TV show, “Naked and Afraid”. The despair the participants feel when it starts getting closer to the end of the twenty-one days in the wilderness was a lot like mine. One big difference was that they knew there’s someone coming to pick them up if they make it through the entire time. They can also call it off if they have to. I didn’t have anyone to call and say, “I’ve had enough, take me out of here.” I was trapped in the hell I’d created for myself. I didn’t know what was going to be left of my life afterward and had no possibility of knowing until it was truly over. Would it be without my life partner, Michelle? This was turning out to be an experience that I hadn’t even imagined!

I thanked Michelle every day for the game she’d devised. It was exactly the diversion I needed to make it through another week, a stroke of pure genius! I realized that if I hadn’t been a pervert and gone pawing around in her lingerie drawer, I’d never have discovered it. By the following Friday, I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t go to the square dance and finish the game later. This would be the last envelope. The Friday after that, I expected Michelle to be home…at least I sure as hell hoped so!

I found the envelope at the bottom of the drawer, hidden inside that last silk negligee. Each of those was a reminder how badly I needed my wife home to be wearing them with me. I couldn’t even imagine how good it was going to be to have her wearing one of those and be able to embrace her, to kiss her and make love with her! I was doing everything I could to put the possibility that that might never happen out of my mind!

I opened that last envelope. It read, “Sweetheart, we’re getting closer. I wish I had some idea how I’m going to be feeling by the time you read this, or even if you’ve found and read them. It was easy enough for me to write about Diana in the beginning, but by now, I’m worried you’ll have fallen so in love with her that you might not have room for me. In a way, I’d like to back out of our deal with Brett, but it’s too late now.” It’s obvious that she was feeling a little like I was now, even before she left. These weren’t put here a few days ago, they were here when she left. The note went on, “For your last hunt before I come home, check my printer. Love, Michelle.” Her printer! Why the hell hadn’t I thought to look at her printer? She has one and I have another one in my own room.

I took off for her room. There it was sitting there like it was just printed a few minutes ago. It had been there for the last month in plain sight and I hadn’t even thought to look in the most obvious place! What would I have done if I had found it, though? I needed this last diversion. I picked it up in shaking hands and sat down at her desk to read. It was a huge stack of papers, probably thirty or forty single-spaced pages. The first page was short, “Honey, this is everything that happened that night, except one tiny omission I made that I’ll have to tell you about when I get home.”

I lay that sheet aside and started reading. I read for the next forty-five minutes, all about the party; Michelle, Jeremy and two other couples playing strip poker together; about how horny she got; how she felt being undressed and the fun she had undressing the other guys. I assumed she’d probably just have interacted with Jeremy, but I was wrong. Man, was I wrong! She hadn’t had sex with another guy, but that was about the only thing she hadn’t done.

When I finished reading, I was stone hard. I started reading at the beginning again. When I got to the point where Michelle gave Kirk the blow-job and he came in her throat, I took my own hand, spreading my pre-cum on my cock and made myself come.

My last envelope was on July 15th. The following week, I was a nervous wreck expecting to hear from Michelle every day. I really hoped to hear something from Diana to find out how things were going with Shaun before Michelle got home as well. By the time the next Friday came and went with no word, I was turning into a complete nervous wreck! I’d expected her home by then and still nothing! I was getting more and more scared that I’d lost her and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. I still had no idea how to contact her.

I finally did get up the courage to call and ask Diana if she was seeing Shaun. I was glad I had, she sounded happy and told me, “I’m falling in love with him, he’s so wonderful!” She told me, “Thank you,” over and over again. I was so glad, and it took my mind off my own problems for a little while.

Every day, nearly every hour that passed without hearing from Michelle, was tearing a dagger through my heart. Tuesday evening, July 26th, when I got home from work there was an e-mail waiting for me. I couldn’t believe it when I saw an e-mail from Brett. The subject line read simply, “Michelle”. I sat looking at it, tears almost coming to my eyes. God, how I missed her! It had been the longest month of my life. Michelle had been gone for thirty-seven days now and I hadn’t had a single word of contact from her since she checked into the hotel in Miami. I’d been nearly going out of my mind waiting to hear from her. She was already four days past the original thirty-three days total she was supposed to be gone. Now, instead of a phone call from her, I had an e-mail from her lover.

I was afraid to open it. I remembered so well what Kristen had told me, that Brett wanted my wife and was going to have her. Is that what this e-mail said? That she’d decided to stay with him? Maybe even divorce me and marry him? I’d never been so scared in my life looking at that e-mail. Was she afraid to call me, so Brett was just e-mailing me her farewell? No, I was certain Michelle wouldn’t do that.

I sat at my desk looking at it, afraid to click on it, my hand shaking. Then I realized what it probably said. He’d be giving me exactly what I’d been waiting for; her flight number and time when she’d be home. Who was I trying to convince? I knew that wasn’t what it said. My finger finally clicked on the message and I read it. “Michelle has agreed to stay another two weeks. Thank you for your patience and understanding.”

What the hell was the man talking about, patience and understanding? I was about out of my mind! I sat, trying to calm myself down and think. He said two more weeks, not that she wasn’t coming home. But where were they? What were they doing, other than the obvious; making love on a daily basis? I didn’t have any way to contact her or find out anything. I knew that if I responded to his e-mail asking, he wouldn’t reply back.

Then I had an idea. The woman I’d called asking about him when this all started a couple months ago. She’d know. I did a quick search of Michelle’s e-mails and found the one where he gave us those references. Kristen Stone, I’ll call her! I quickly dialed her number and got a recorded message, “Stone Enterprises, thank you for calling. Our business hours are eight A.M, to five P.M. Please leave a message.” Crap, another sleepless night!

I needed to talk to someone, but who? I didn’t want to burden Diana or Ginger with my problems, and I sure as heck couldn’t talk to Jim or Joan, our square dance friends. They didn’t know anything about our extended love life. I was right, no sleep that night, but morning finally did come. At five A.M, I tried calling Kristen again. This time their receptionist answered the phone and I asked for Kristen. “Hi, this is Kristen, may I help you?”

This time I’d been thinking about what to say to her. I’d had all night to think about it. “Hi, this is Robert from Kennewick, Washington. I talked to you a couple months ago about a young lady by the name of Amber. “

“Ahh yes, I remember. How can I help you?”

“She’s been with Brett for over a month now and I’m wondering if you’ve heard from him?”

“Actually, I have. He got home a couple days ago. He called me to let me know he’s home and tell me that he’s madly in love with her.” Then she went on, “You’re her husband, aren’t you?”

I was having a little trouble thinking straight, even after thinking about this call all night. He’s in love with her and she’s staying with him another two weeks. “Yes, sorry about not telling you that before, but I was a little embarrassed. Now, I’m worried.”

“You have every reason to be worried. He told me she hasn’t agreed to stay with him yet, but he’s certain she will. That’s what the extra time is for.”

I had no idea what to say or do. I sat for what seemed like forever without saying a thing. I was nearly in tears with frustration and fear. I finally asked her, “She doesn’t have her phone. Is there any way I can get ahold of her?”

“Let me see what I can do. I’ll call you back in a little bit.”

I gave her my phone number and said thank you. I called my office and left a message that I had an emergency come up and would be in a little late. Then I sat watching my cell phone, willing it to ring. At least I was doing something, and it sounded like I had a friend willing to help. An eternity later, actually an hour and fifteen minutes later, it rang.