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Michelle called me a little after noon and said she was on her way home. I asked her how the dance was, and she said she’d tell me about it when she got home.

I’d been anxious ever since she left the day before. Today was the first day of our forced abstinence and if she had a seriously sexy story to tell me, I knew that I was in grave trouble already. It’d been five days since we made love and I was already seriously horny. I had no clue in hell how I was going to survive the next thirty days with her, then another thirty days, knowing she was with Brett.

Michelle got home a little past four that afternoon. When she drove into our driveway, I went outside to meet her. I opened the door for her, and she scooted out of the car. It was obvious she’d taken the instructions from Brett seriously. She didn’t hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. She was wearing a silky top that showed the outline of her breasts and nipples and a skirt just above her knees. God, she looked sexy! When she stood up, I started to take her in my arms and kiss her. She pushed me away with the words, “Honey, we can’t do that.” She wouldn’t even let me kiss her on the cheek.

That night was the first of our forced abstinence. Brett was explicit, he wanted her to think she was his over the next month and be desperately horny. He hadn’t said that in so many words, but it was pretty easy to ascertain from his requirements.

Shortly after she got home, she said she was really hungry, so we went out to dinner at the Olive Garden, and Michelle attracted looks everywhere she went. I wanted her so damn badly but knew we were off-limits to each other. Nothing in the contract said I couldn’t tell her how much I loved her, though. It was hard saying those words and not taking her hand in mine and intertwining our fingers together. During dinner, I asked Michelle about the dance. “I enjoyed it,” she said. “I guess it was a pretty typical dorm dance. We danced some, and Jeremy enjoyed showing me off to his friends.” She told me she had fun playing pool like she used to in college.

“I didn’t know you played pool in college,” I told her.

“Yeah, when I used to go with Mike, we played quite a bit. I was actually pretty good.”

I was a little surprised. That was the first time she’d ever mentioned playing pool in college. I imagined that being with a college crowd had probably brought back a lot of memories.

“Did you win?” I asked her.

“I won some and lost some, but I was pretty good. It’s been so long since I played that most of the skill I did have was gone.”

“Nothing else happened?” I asked her. I couldn’t believe that she hadn’t at least taken Jeremy back to her room.

“Not much. Jeremy wanted to go to my room with me, but I told him I’d been sick the last few days and was just too tired. I talked him into dancing with several of the girls his own age, and he enjoyed that. That was my goal with Jeremy anyway, so it turned out okay.”

“Are you going to write about it, like you did his first date?”

She told me, “There’s not a lot to write about, but I guess I could. It might be a little boring.”

I wondered if there was something she wasn’t telling me. It doesn’t seem like she’d have driven all the way to Seattle for what sounded like a pretty dull dance. I guessed she didn’t know how it’d turn out, and I did know she was still acting pretty tired even when she left. I hoped then that she would write about it, though.

We got home a little after ten, and Michelle said she was tired after driving all afternoon. I went to bed, and Michelle joined me just a few minutes later wearing her satin pajama-gown and nothing else. That’s the one similar to what Ginger wore the night we were snowed in, in Pendleton. We'd always made love whenever she wore that gown. I knew it would be hard lying next to her and not make love with her.

She told me, “I have to buy some new nighties tomorrow. I haven’t had a chance to yet.” I’d forgotten about that. Michelle’s contract said she was supposed to wear new nightgowns every night; new sexy nightgowns. I wondered, did he really expect her to buy thirty new nightgowns? He asked for the receipts to reimburse her, so I guessed he was serious. I had no idea how the hell I was going to handle that, being as horny as I already was!

I lay next to her, our hips barely touching and my cock raging hard in my shorts. I’d almost forgotten how much worse you want something when you know you can’t have it. When Michelle and I withheld sex from each other those three weeks before her date with Mike, it was on our own terms. We could’ve broken that vow of abstinence if we wanted to badly enough. This was going to be completely different, since it was entirely out of our hands.

I knew that if we cheated and made love together, that Brett would never know it. Michelle and I would, though. She’d given her word and that was important to both of us.

Sunday, Michelle insisted I go shopping with her in the mall. She dragged me to Victoria’s Secret first. Michelle went through their nightgowns, holding the ones she liked up to her body to get my opinion. Given that Brett's purpose was to make her horny for the next month added to the fun. My cock was rock hard the whole time, thinking of her wearing a new nightie every night. She bought eight of the sexiest ones she found.

After Victoria’s Secret, we went to the Bon-Marche, Penney’s, Maurice’s and some other stores, repeating the same process. At the end of the day, she’d bought thirty of the sexiest nighties in the mall. Some were short and satiny; several of the nicest were silk; some had bikini or thong panties that she likely wouldn’t be wearing; and some were long, soft and flowing. The one thing they all had in common, was that they were sexy! She didn’t scrimp on quality or pay any attention to how expensive they were since she knew we’d be reimbursed for them all. Her only criteria was that they had to be sexy. All together, they set our credit card back over two-thousand dollars.

The next couple weeks turned into a private hell for me! All I could think about was making love with my wife. She made it a point to be sexy every day and wore another one of those sexy nightgowns every night. We followed the rules religiously, never touching, never kissing, never making love. It was difficult for me, but much harder for my dear wife since she was the one constantly wearing the sexy clothes. We were a couple that had come to thrive on sex and physical contact. Now it was all being deprived of us, while at the same time Michelle was dressing to drive both of us mad.

Thank God she wasn’t working. I don’t think her law office would have approved of her sexy clothing.

Two and a half weeks into our forced torture, Michelle told me at dinner that she had a surprise for me. I looked at her quizzically, wondering what she was talking about. “You have a date Friday. She's a girl I met at work. We had been having lunches together, and she mentioned her lack of a love life after her husband passed away last year. I told her a little bit about our open relationship and asked if she’d consider a date with my husband.”

“You what?” I stammered. I was looking at this unknown woman with my wide eyes.

“Well, I didn’t actually make a date for you, but she said she’d love to.”

This reminded me of the time my darling wife tricked me into spending a night with Jackie. “Hmm,” I thought, “That hadn’t turned out so badly.” But then saner thoughts took over. I didn’t really want another relationship. “Honey, I really don’t want to. You’re all I need.”

My wife is nothing if not persuasive, and she couldn’t help but throw a guilt trip on me. “Sweetie, I’m going to be gone with another man for a month. I’m going to be having a good time, and I don’t want to worry about you here by yourself the whole time. Please go out with her just once, and if you don’t like her I won’t say another word.” Then she went on, “But I know you’ll love her. She’s fun and pretty.” Then she added with a smile on her face, “And she’s horny, and I know you are too!” She was damn right about that last part!

That was one thing I could certainly relate to at the moment! Every day, living and sleeping with a sex goddess and not being able to do a thing about it had left me with a raging hard-on, almost constantly. My mind hadn’t yet focused on what should have been obvious at the time; could it be that Michelle was fixing me up with another woman in case she didn’t come home?

When we went to bed that night, Michelle wore the very sexiest of all the gowns she’d bought. It was a short, silk baby-doll that was really similar to the silk negligee she’d worn on our wedding night, except it was new, which added to its sex appeal considerably. It fit her perfectly, outlining every contour of her voluptuous body. It was a night that I was, mind-blowingly, horny. She modeled it for me and ordered me to take off my shorts to sleep naked with her. Then she climbed into bed with me, slid over so her hips were against mine and forced us both to lie next to each other without touching, except for our hips. All this to convince me that I needed to go on a date with this girl she knew.

Her body, all that soft skin, and her wonderful curves were just begging to be fondled. I lay next to her, nearly in tears wanting her so badly. I wanted so much to go to sleep and escape the torture of lying next to my sexy wife, unable to touch her. I don’t know if I might have dozed, but if so, it was damn little.

In the morning, I called Diana, her friend. I introduced myself as Michelle’s husband and asked her if she’d be free the coming Friday night. I needed some intimate female companionship! When she answered the phone, she had a very sweet sounding, feminine voice and told me she’d love to have dinner with me.

I’d have loved to call Ginger and spend the night with her, but I respected her's and Eric’s decision that they’d need to initiate any fun and games between us. I couldn’t help but day-dream of the three nights I’d spent with her, though.

Michelle was thrilled that I’d gotten up the courage to call Diana. She knew that my shyness around the opposite sex was deep rooted. Even though I’d had several very sexually charged times with a few ladies the last couple years and had come to realize that I was at least somewhat attractive to women, it was still a major milestone for me to call a woman I hadn’t even met and ask her for a date.

Michelle kept reassuring me that our deal with Brett wasn’t intended to leave me a raging mass of uncontrollable hormones, only her. She really did want me to have a fun evening with Diana, then an even more enjoyable night!

Friday I was a nervous wreck all day. The closest I’d ever come to doing something like this was with Jackie. But at least I knew her a little bit, and she’d been the one who had encouraged our beginning relationship. This, with Diana, was a totally blind date. Michelle had steadfastly refused to tell me anything about Diana except her name and that she was fun and horny. Nothing about her appearance, her age, her boob size, did she shave “down there,” Nothing!

It had been a slow day at work, so I left a half-hour early, giving me plenty time to get ready for our date. When I got home, I looked around the house for Michelle. I found her sitting cross-legged in the middle of our bed looking out our sliding door, talking to someone on her cell phone. I don’t think she even realized I was home yet.

She was giggling, and I heard her say, “Uh huh, I had fun too. It was quite a night wasn’t it?” I was curious what she was talking about, so I simply stood and eavesdropped, listening to her side of the conversation. “Did you go back to see her? Cool. She’s pretty, isn’t she? I hope she likes your kissable lips as much as I do.”

I’m not going to try and relate the whole conversation I heard, but you get the general idea. I got the definite impression that she was talking to Jeremy about a new girlfriend since her last date with him. It also sounded like a lot more might have happened on that date than Michelle had told me about.

My curiosity and suspicions were getting stronger when I went in and sat down on the bed beside her. She turned and greeted me, “Oh hi honey, you’re a little early this afternoon.” Then back to the phone, “Jeremy, hon, Robert just got home so I have to go.” Another giggle, “You too, bye.”

When she clicked off her phone, I asked her what that was about, “Oh, Jeremy was just telling me that he has a girlfriend. I’m tickled to death about that.”

“And the ‘kissable lips’ part? You never mentioned his kissable lips after you got home the other day.”

“Didn’t I? Well, he does, really nice soft lips, just the kind a girl likes to kiss.”

I had a thought, an evil thought. “I bet they felt good on your nipples too.”

She closed her eyes and groaned a little like she was off in la-la land. “Mmhmm.”

Aha, I’d gotten her! “I thought you said nothing happened? His lips wrapped around your boobs isn’t exactly ‘nothing happened’.”

Michelle’s face turned red, realizing that she’d given herself away. “Maybe I did leave a little bit out,” she told me.

I looked her in the eyes, “Only a little?”

She groaned and squeaked out, “Maybe…a lot?”

“You sound like you’re asking me. Do you want to tell me about it now?”

“Honey, I do want to tell you everything, but can it wait for another time?”

“You made love with him, didn’t you?”

She nodded, “Uhuh.”

“More than once?” Her face was getting redder. She nodded up and down again. “More than twice?” I asked. Another affirmative nod. “Three?” Still affirmative. This was getting into the realm of incredible. “Four?” Finally, a negative nod. I wasn’t certain exactly what she’d just told me. “So you made love with him over and over. Was it three times or four times?” She held up four fingers.

I know what you’re thinking when you read this, I should be mad. She’d lied to me. In all honesty, I did start to get angry, until she cut me off, “Honey, what would you have done that night if I’d come home and told you all about how I’d made love with Jeremy over and over again? We couldn’t do anything that night, and it would have driven you completely mad hearing about it. I planned to tell you everything, but at a better time.” Then she corrected herself a little. “Actually, I guess it was only three times. Once was with another girl at the party.”

This was actually getting more interesting by the minute. “I thought you said you didn’t do anything with another girl.”

“Oh no, not me. One of the times I was thinking of was Jeremy with another girl.”

“You mean bashful, shy Jeremy did it with another girl?”

“Well, just kissing, but they were both naked.”

This was getting more interesting by the second and any anger that had started had already totally dissipated. “Now you’re telling me that your Jeremy, the scared kid we met, only three weeks ago, was kissing another girl…while they were both naked?”

She paused a little while before she answered. Obviously, there were parts of the story she didn’t want to tell me, but she finally did. “Uhuh, we were playing strip poker, with two other couples.”

That one caught me by surprise! I’ve always wanted to play it with her and some other people, but she’s always declined. “And what about my sweet, innocent wife, was she naked too?”

An affirmative nod. “Well, it was ‘strip’ poker,” she told me.

I raised my eyelashes at her, that this story was getting more incredible by the second. “Did you have sex with another guy besides Jeremy?” A negative nod.

I couldn’t help but ask, “With another girl?”

“NO! just with Jeremy.” Then she added, very softly, more to herself than to me, “I guess I did give a guy a pretty damn good blow-job...I guess maybe that could count as me having sex with another guy once.”

Ah shit! My cock was about to burst! I counted back in time. It’d been over three weeks since I’d had sex and this conversation was affecting me exactly how she said it would. It had seemed like pulling teeth to get any details from her, so I just bluntly asked, “Anything else happen that I should know about?”

She shook her head no, but then added, “Well not unless you’d count Jeremy fucking the hell out of me on the floor in front of the other two couples…doggy style.”

I looked at her ape-jawed and about choked myself to death! “Unless I’d count that?” I sputtered, “Well yeah, I’d think that's a tiny bit significant!” I was thinking that I really didn’t need that image in my mind on my first date with Diana that night.

Her face turned a bright beet red, “One more little thing, there’s a, uh, video of it.”

It was a damned good thing I didn’t have a drink of something in my mouth, it’d have been spread all over the room. She waited for my explosion to calm down. It took a bit before I quit sputtering. “A video! That someone else took?”

“Uhuh, I didn’t know he was.” She paused a bit, “I was kind of pre-occupied.” Yeah, I thought I’m sure she undoubtedly was! “He sent it to Jeremy’s phone later.”

I finally calmed myself down enough to ask, “And the other three times? What about those?”

“Those were in my hotel room. We were still a tiny bit turned on.”

I muttered under my breath, mostly to myself in disbelief, “Still a tiny bit turned on.”

Michelle added, “Well, we had dinner at Shari’s in-between, but it didn’t calm us down much, especially after Tanner sent the video to Jeremy’s phone.”

I rolled my eyes, “I bet you put on a pretty good show for them at Shari's too.”

“I’m pretty sure the waitress was jealous and horny by the time we left." She giggled, "Actually, I was certain she was after we let her watch the video."

As much as I didn’t want to, I knew we had to end this conversation. I did have a date that night I didn’t want to be late for.

Michelle helped me get ready, picked out clothes for me, gave me encouragement that Diana would like me and so on. Much the same as she had before my first date with Jackie, except for one thing. On that occasion, she left a ring of lipstick around my cock, telling me, “Leave it, maybe it’ll inspire her.” This time, as badly as I wanted it, there was no ring of lipstick.

There was no kiss or hug as I left the house. We hadn’t even hugged for nearly three weeks. Virtually our only physical contact had been hips touching in bed. I desperately craved physical, female contact. Then Michelle tells me about her playing strip poker, fucking Jeremy in front of other people, then several more times in her hotel, and I’m going on a date with a horny girl I’ve never even met. Thanks, Michelle, just what I needed tonight!

I remembered that I’d bought Jackie some flowers when I picked her up the first time and how much she'd liked that. I stopped at a florist shop and picked out a bunch of tulips and a nice vase. The sales girl filled the vase with water and Styrofoam, then created a beautiful bouquet from the tulips. I hoped Diana would like it.

I drove to the address Michelle had given me and very nervously walked to the door. I stood in front of it wondering if I should turn tail and run. I took a deep breath, gripped my vase of flowers and pushed the doorbell.

I heard footsteps coming to the door, the doorknob turning, the door swinging open. There on the other side of the door was a gorgeous, young woman. The first thing I noticed was her pixie like face, very pretty; a small nose; dimples on her cheek; pretty, colorful, wire rim glasses. The next thing I noticed was that she’s short, maybe 5’2” or 5’3”. Then her face erupted in a smile.

Her smile was contagious. I couldn’t help but like her already. “Hi Diana, I’m Robert.” I handed her the vase of tulips. She took the flowers in one hand and my hand with the other, leading me into her home.

“Thank you, I love Tulips. How did you know?”

I decided honesty would be the best policy. “I didn’t. I wanted something pretty for you and I thought they were beautiful.” Then she kissed me on my cheek. Her perfume smelled heavenly. She’d already put me at ease, relieving much of my nervousness. My initial reaction to her was that she seemed to be a fun, very happy person.

I asked her if she’d like to accompany me to dinner and she said she’d love to. I followed her to my car, admittedly admiring the view. She had a very nice, feminine figure. She was wearing a pair of slacks and a purple blouse to contrast with her fair complexion and wavy, shoulder-length, brown hair.

I opened the car door, letting her slide in. As I walked to my side of the car, I tried to figure out how old she might be. I suspected she was pretty close to my age, maybe a few years younger, the mid to late thirties probably.

I took her to my favorite restaurant, the Black Angus. We had a fantastic meal and I loved talking with her. She told me about her husband, how he’d passed away a little over a year ago from cancer. I found it amazing that after such a tragedy she was such a happy person.

I asked her about that. She told me, “Before he died, he told me he wanted me to enjoy my life. I could either feel sorry for myself or do what he’d asked. Yes, I miss him, but I’d rather honor him by enjoying life.”

What a brave, fantastic person I was sitting with, I thought. Everything she said made me like her more. Then she changed the subject, “Did Michelle tell you I’m a pilot?”

“You mean an airplane pilot? No, she didn’t. Are you serious? What kind of plane?”

“I have a little two-seat Super Piper Cub. Would you like a ride sometime?”

I couldn’t help but grin. One of my biggest fantasies has always been to fly in a small plane. “I’d absolutely love it. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Is tomorrow too soon? I’d love to take you up.”

My grin gave me away. I was thrilled and couldn’t wait. “I’m free, you name the time.”

“How about if you meet me at my house around eight. It’s so beautiful in the sky at sunset.”

“Can I take you to dinner again? Maybe pick you up at six?”

Now it was her turn to grin, “Sounds like a plan.”

We spent the rest of the evening talking about various things. She told me how she came to have the pilot’s license, something she’d always wanted to do. She said her husband had talked her into taking the lessons a few years ago, and she’s enjoyed flying ever since. She bought the plane with her insurance money as a final gift from her husband.

I was more than impressed at what an independent woman Diana was. When Michelle had told me that Diana was someone she’d met through work, she hadn’t told me, that Diana actually owned her own auditing business. She has four employees, including three other auditors and her office manager.

We weren’t sitting in Trisha’s section, but Trisha had seen me and stopped at our table in a brief lull. I introduced Trisha to Diana, explaining to Diana that she was a long-time friend. Trisha said she and her husband had gone back together and thanked me and Michelle for prompting her to reach back out to him. I’d already heard that and told her how happy we both were for her. I think our conversation impressed Diana as she asked me how we’d helped her.

“I don’t know. I guess maybe just showing her that she could put her problems with him in the right perspective and to help her to realize she still loved him.”

It actually did feel pretty good that between Jacqui, Michelle and me, we’d helped bring a couple back together. Trisha and I had a lot of fun together, including finding out about her flying kitty-cat (a series of dreams she revealed when she’d been hypnotized at the Main Street show of the Pendleton Round-Up, then again that night in our hotel room). I liked her a lot and was happy for her.

We sat in the Black Angus talking until shortly after their closing at eleven. Then we sat in the car and continued talking and learning about each other. We held hands, but I didn’t want to go further than that until we got to know each other more. Jacqui and I had slept together on our first date, then went through a dating process. Yes, I definitely wanted to sleep with Diana but wanted to do it in the right order and when she was ready.

We realized it was past midnight, and I drove her back to her house. At her front door, she didn’t invite me in but told me what a wonderful evening she had. I told her I had too. Before I left she kissed me on the lips. Her lips were soft and pliant and I felt just the littlest bit of her tongue tickling my lips. When she broke away, she seemed to make me a very nice promise, “Tomorrow,” she said. I told her how much I was looking forward to seeing her again.

My heels felt like clicking together as I walked back to my car. I liked this girl a lot and knew it would be very easy to fall for her.

I drove slowly toward home, making a few detours along the way and didn’t get home until nearly one AM. I couldn’t have been more pleased with my first blind date.

Michelle was still up, waiting for me. I wasn’t sure why, since I knew she expected me to spend the night with Diana. As soon as I walked in, she asked me, “Well, how’d it go? Did you like her?”

I grinned at my Michelle, “It was fantastic! You were right, she’s a wonderful girl.”

She patted the couch next to her, “Well, sit down and tell me about it.”

“Let’s go to bed first.” When she exited the bathroom wearing another one of her new nighties, I had to close my eyes for a little bit and gather my strength for what I was about to do. She looked so damned sexy and I was so damned horny! That kiss from Diana hadn’t helped calm my libido either. Oh, how I wanted to take Michelle into my arms and make mad, passionate love with her!

Usually, when we related our stories to each other, we did it while we were making love, adding immeasurably to our sexual excitement.

“Diana and I had so much fun. We went to the Black Angus and sat in one of the back booths where we had privacy. We slid as far back as we could and I kissed her. Her lips are so silky soft. She kissed me back as eagerly as I was kissing her.” I paused a little bit to let that picture soak into Michelle’s mind. I watched as Michelle’s tongue sexily caressed her lips. It was obvious how badly she wanted me to kiss her like I’d allegedly kissed Diana.

I thought that at least the part about Diana’s lips being so soft was the truth. I was already hard but my thoughts about those lips were making me even harder and difficult to breathe. It brought back memories of the time at the Black Angus when I was there with Michelle and Shaun. Trisha had interrupted a passionate kiss between them. I couldn’t help but smile, as I remembered explaining to Trisha that I was Michelle’s husband and Shaun was her boyfriend.

I went on, stretching the truth a little more to Michelle, “When the waiter brought our dinner, we couldn’t take our eyes off each other. The only thing I wanted was to get back to her house.” I watched Michelle starting to rub her hands on her hips and gyrate them slightly while she softly moaned.

“When we finally finished dinner and drove back to Diana’s, we didn’t make it past her couch until we were fumbling with our clothes and kissing.” I moaned, partly for effect and partly because the story I was telling was turning me on too. “When Diana unhooked her bra, and I took her perfect nipples in my mouth I thought I was going to die young. Her skin is so soft and my hands were all over her.”

“Remember that first time you and Shaun made love; how you told me your started stripping as soon as you were in his house, and he was inside you almost before you were on the bed? That’s how it was with me and Diana. God, honey it felt so good when I slipped inside her.”

Michelle had pushed her panties down off of her and had spread her legs apart with her hand going between her legs when I stopped her. She was writhing and moaning incoherently when I held her hand from touching herself.

I went on with my little tale, “I could tell when Diana’s orgasm hit her. It was her first time with a man in a year, and she’s definitely a screamer.”

Michelle’s hips were writhing, and her head was rolling back and forth as she moaned. I held her hands so she couldn’t touch herself. She finally said something understandable, “Honey, please let me come, just once!”

I wanted to let her do that so badly, with my cock buried deep inside her! Her moans were getting louder, and I was afraid she might come without a single touch to her pussy. “Did you know Diana is a pilot and owns her own airplane?”

“What? No, Oh God!” I was still holding Michelle’s hands away from her so she couldn’t even rub her hips like she’d been doing earlier.

“She’s going to take me up tomorrow after I take her to dinner again. Oh, by the way, everything I just told you … none of it happened. We just talked the whole evening.”

Michelle’s eyes popped open and she looked straight at me, “You bastard! You did that on purpose.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yep I did. And it was so much fun. Now go to sleep.”

The next morning Michelle was a little cool to me. I was in the kitchen with my morning ice tea reading my kindle when she came in wearing the same nightgown. Her hair was a mess, no makeup, no panties. God, she was sexy! She went to the refrigerator for the milk, then poured herself a bowl of vanilla almond cereal without even looking at me.

She finally looked at me and I was pleased to see a smile start across her face. “I have to admit that last night was kind of fun. You’re pretty convincing with your stories you know.”

“She really is a pilot and has a plane, a Piper Cub. You didn’t know that?”

“No, she never mentioned it to me.”

Watching my wife dressed like she was made having a normal conversation with her very difficult. My cock started to get hard again in my boxers. Naturally, Michelle noticed, “Looks like someone’s starting to wake up this morning.”

“Yeah, it’s kind hard not to, the way you’re dressed.”

She made it a point to look down at me and licked her lips, making an intentional smacking noise. “I know how I could help you. But you know about the no-touching rule.”

Now the teasing was definitely on the other foot. “I think I better get dressed.”

I got up and was walking down the hall to our bedroom when I heard Michelle behind me, “I’m just going to wear this for a while. I’m so comfortable.”

Oh, how I was looking forward to my date with Diana that evening! My wife was driving me to total distraction.

It was a nice, warm day and the grass was getting tall, so I figured what better way to kill some time and use up a little energy than mowing the lawn. I pulled the mower out of the garage and started with the front yard. When I moved to the back, the view was a little distracting. Michelle had changed into one of her string bikinis, and was sunning herself on our back deck.

I finished a little after two and joined Michelle with a glass of ice tea and a tuna fish sandwich she’d made. It was a little hard to avert my eyes from her sexy body and she enjoyed me looking (leering was more accurate). I didn’t even try to disguise my lust. She asked about my date that evening and I told her we’re going to dinner, then Diana’s taking me up in her plane.

“And after that?”

“I’m hoping she’ll invite me in. If so, I might not make it home tonight.”

“You liked her then, huh?”

“Yeah, I think I could learn to like her a lot. She’s amazing. How anyone can be as fun-loving and happy after losing her husband only a year ago is incredible.”

“She’s never told me very much about her husband.”

“Apparently, before he died, he told her he wanted her to enjoy the rest of her life, so she’s determined to do it.”

“I’m glad. I really like her and I was sure you would too.”

“I guess I have to tell you, thank you for the blind date.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll enjoy my cruise that much more knowing you’re with someone nice.” Then she added, “If you’re not coming home tonight, I think I’ll spend the night with Shaun.”

I squinted my eyes at her a little bit, “I’m not certain about spending the night, but I don’t mind if you go to Shaun’s. Does he know about the ‘no touching’ rule? You know he’s going to try to make love with you, don’t you? Can you be trusted with him?”

“Yes dear, I can be trusted.”

“You weren’t very trustworthy last night, were you?”

“That’s because you were intentionally torturing me!”

“And Shaun’s going to be intentionally trying to make love with you. Can you stop him when you’re going to want it as bad or worse?”

“Sweetheart, I know I can’t make love with him.”

“Okay, I trust you. What are you going to wear with him?”

“I have clothes there, and I’ll take one of the new nighties.”

I couldn’t help but notice her nipples getting harder under her bikini. “I want to pick one out for you to wear with him.”

I went to the drawer where she was keeping the new ones she hadn’t worn yet. Just handling them was driving me crazy. There was one, in particular, I was looking for, one of the ones I especially liked from Victoria’s Secret. It was another baby doll; satin, but with a lacy, totally transparent bodice and little bikini panties. She’s not supposed to wear panties, but this would be even sexier if she did.

I knew that Shaun would be driven completely to distraction, and he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her. Likewise, Michelle would be completely out of her mind with wanting Shaun. I held it out to her, “That’s the one. If you go to Shaun’s, I want you to wear this one.”

“And while Shaun and I are suffering, you’ll be fucking my friend. Okay, that’s fair.”

“Nothing fair about it. You said yourself that this isn’t about me, it’s about making you as horny as possible. I’m just trying to do what you said. Besides, you’re the one who insisted I go out with Diana. When you’re in bed with Shaun, I want you to be thinking about what Diana and I are doing.”

Michelle sighed, “Okay, I’ll wear it.”

“Good, now that that’s settled, if it’s okay with Diana, I’ll send you some pictures, maybe even a video tonight.”

I couldn’t help but egg her a little, after what she’d done to me when she was with Shaun in Las Vegas. I got slugged on my arm, just for trying to be helpful! The girl has no sense of justice. She got up and went in the house, shaking that sexy ass at me.

I followed behind her, admiring the view with my cock already hard from the conversation we’d just been having. I thought I needed to needle her just a little more, “Umm sweetheart, don’t forget there’s also a no panties, no bra rule when you go out with him?”

She turned, getting a sexy smile on her face. In her best stripper pose, she slipped her hands under the strings of her bikini and pushed it down off her hips. Then she reached behind her and pulled the little knot holding her top in place. Her top dropped away leaving my gorgeous wife standing in front of me, legs spread wide, totally naked, sucking on her fingers. “Do you think Brett will enjoy the view when we’re in his room getting ready for bed?” She asked me.

There’s no need to elaborate on how my mind and body responded to that. I think you get the idea. I couldn’t help but tell her, “And I hope Shaun gets the same view tonight.”

Later that afternoon, Michelle left for Shaun’s. She said they were going out to dinner at the Branding Iron Night Club. We’ve never been there, but I checked their facebook page and they were having a country western singer for entertainment.

I talked her into wearing one of the western outfits she’d bought for a long weekend with Shaun shortly after they started seeing each other. It was a short leather skirt and red silk blouse. It was sexy as hell, but about ten times more so with no underwear.

Michelle hadn’t seen her lover in almost two weeks and hadn’t had any sex for almost four weeks. Now she was going to a nightclub with him wearing extremely sexy clothes, then back to his house to sleep with him in one of her sexiest nighties…and they couldn’t touch each other. How damn yummy can you get!

Either one of two things was going to happen; she'd be awake and miserably horny all night, or would give in and have an explosive orgasm. Either way, I was anxious to hear about her night. I really hoped she’d keep her word and save the explosive orgasm for Brett, which I was about ninety-five percent certain she’d do.

Besides, I was looking forward to tormenting her for the next week and a half. I was hoping that after sleeping with Diana, my carnal urges would be at least somewhat mollified, leaving me free to happily torture my wife.