Champions of the Square Dance
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We had a square dance weekend planned in Baker City March twelfth. We’d had it planned for a long time, to go with our square dance friends, Jim and Joan. We’d made hotel reservations at the Best Western a month earlier for Saturday night for a room with two queen beds as we enjoyed sharing a room with them. We’d been friends with them long before we started our sexual odyssey and our relationship with them was purely platonic, other than a little sexual teasing. They had no idea of how we’d expanded our sexual horizons and we had no intention of changing our friendship with them.
Ginger and Eric couldn’t go due to the fact Ginger had a conference she had to attend that Saturday. Unfortunately, Jim sprained his ankle pretty badly during the week so they couldn’t go either. That left Michelle and I with the big room all to ourselves. I wondered what we might do during the night to amuse ourselves.
Baker City is about a two-and-a-half hour drive for us. We left early so we could go through the Baker Historical Museum. Baker County was a hotbed for gold mining, starting in the 1860’s. There are dozens of ghost towns, some like Sumpter and Granite that have somewhat resurrected themselves and others like Bourne that are nothing but a pile of hundred-plus-year old debris. The museum has artifacts and history of so much of the old west and gold mining, including a miniaturized replica of the town site in the movie “Paint Your Wagon”, with Lee Marvin and Clint Eastwood. We were disappointed that Jim and Joan couldn’t have gone with us. It’s so much more fun exploring with friends.
We spent the afternoon going through the museum, then we went to a fantastic steak dinner at the Haines Steak House in the little town of Haines. After dinner, back to the motel to get ready for the dance that night.
I always love watching Michelle getting ready to go out. I hadn’t seen which of her square dance dresses she intended to wear that night, but enjoyed watching her sitting in her bra and thong panties putting on her makeup. I wondered if those panties were what she intended to wear, since with her square dance skirts and full slips, whatever she wore underneath would show whenever she twirled. If it was, I thought it might turn into an exciting evening!
I have to admit that I was a little disappointed that, instead of one of her short skirts, Michelle put on a long one, just a few inches above the floor, along with a lacy blouse. It wasn’t overtly sexy, both were opaque so I couldn’t even see the bright blue of her bra or panties under them, but she still looked fabulous. The skirt fit tight around her rump before flaring just a little to let her move freely. It definitely wouldn’t flare up to show off her thong panties. She handed me my light blue shirt, matching her skirt, along with the bolo she’d given me for Christmas.
We didn’t know anyone at the dance particularly well. We’d seen several of them at other dances, but no one else from our club had been able to make it. One person that Michelle knew was red-shirt guy from Wallowa Lake. This was the guy who she’d danced with several times with and had a short fling with last September. At least I assumed she had. She hasn’t ever said for sure one way or the other.
As soon as Michelle saw him, she got a smile on her face and walked over to talk to him. A moment later, she was back with him in tow, “Honey, this is Brian. Remember him from Wallowa Lake?”
How could I forget him? I’ve had daydreams and nightmares about this guy trying to figure out what my wife had done with him! “No, I don’t think I do,” I told her.
She kind of grinned at me like she knew I was fibbing, which I obviously was. “Brian asked me to dance several times, nothing more.”
“Oh yeah, I remember, you were the guy with the red shirt.”
He looked at me a little quizzically, “I don’t remember which shirt I might have worn that night. I definitely remember your gorgeous wife though!”
I’ll just bet you do, she took you out back and fucked you, kind of easy to remember, I thought to myself. I wasn’t about to say it out loud though. Then my lizard brain started thinking again, if you can actually call it thinking. I wondered how to arrange something happening again. “Grab a chair,” I told him. “Sit with us.”
When the first tip started, I said to red-shirt guy, thinking that now that he has a name, maybe I should start using it. “Brian, I bet Michelle would love to have a dance with you.”
He got a big grin on his face, “I’d love to. Michelle, would you do me the honors?”
She took his hand and joined a square at the far end of the room. While the caller was getting all the squares up on the floor, I saw another face I recognized from Wallowa Lake, an attractive lady I’d danced with a couple times, Katie, so I strolled over and asked her if she’d like to dance. She grinned at me and said she’d love to. I remembered that she’s an excellent square dancer so we had a great time that tip. The caller was a big-name caller from out of the area and much better than any of our local callers.
After that first tip, I escorted Katie back to her table, and Michelle and red-shirt guy (habits die hard) Bian, I thought to myself, joined me. When I realized that Katie was sitting alone, I asked her if she’d like to sit with us. She said, “Thank you, but my husband’s going to be right back. He just went to the restroom.” I was disappointed. I’d forgotten that she was married. When I saw him come in and sit with her, I have to admit I was a little pleased. He was on crutches. Obviously he wouldn’t be able to dance so I’d have a partner when Michelle was dancing with Brian…and I was going to encourage her to dance with him often.
I sat back down with Michelle and Brian, and we spent the next few minutes visiting. I noticed his glances toward my pretty wife. I was thinking that he’d sure love seeing what was under that blouse and skirt.
Michelle and I danced together the next couple tips. Brian sat by himself while we danced and I suggested to Michelle that he was probably getting lonesome while we danced. The next one, she asked him to dance with her and I asked Katie again. That time, we ended up in the same square with two other couples. One of the times after we’d changed partners and I was promenading with Michelle, I whispered in her ear that she should flirt with Brian a little more, that I didn’t mind dancing with Katie.
In fact, I loved dancing with Katie. I’d have liked to get to know her a little better, except for the fact that she was married. Katie was probably in her mid-forties; long, blonde hair; pretty face and nice sized boobs that would be just right for a mouthful. Unfortunately, she didn’t give off any indication that she and her husband were even remotely interested in anything extra-curricular except for square dancing. He didn’t seem to mind me dancing with her. I made every effort to be a perfect gentleman, escorting her to the dance floor and back to her husband each time we danced together, and thanking her profusely for each dance.
Michelle took my flirting suggestion to heart and danced the next several dances with Brian. When we were sitting at our table, she’d talk with him, giggling at his silly little jokes, put her hand on his knee and hold his hand, their fingers intertwined going on and off the dance floor. I was trying to think how to get the two of them together for some privacy when toward the end of the dance, Brian mentioned that he needed to start home as he had a long way to drive. He lives in Halfway, about seventy miles down a narrow, twisting, two-lane highway from Baker City. I thought about our motel room with two queen sized beds, and without even thinking, asked Brian, “Why don’t you spend the night in our room. We’ve got an extra bed we’re not using.”
Michelle glanced over at me with that grin on her face that said she knew I was up to something. Brian asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”
“I can’t think of any reason why not, the extra bed’s just sitting here.” Then I asked Michelle, “Is there any reason Brian can’t use our extra bed?”
She answered, “No, that’d be fine.” I wondered if she was thinking that it might be fun, kind of like I was thinking.
Brian finally agreed that it’d be a lot nicer than driving back to Halfway in the middle of the night. There was one more tip, which I danced with Michelle. Afterward, I gave Brian the room number and one of our key cards. He offered to help pay for the room, but Michelle and I both declined his offer, telling him that we already had the room whether he used the bed or not.
Brian got to the room a couple minutes after Michelle and I did. We’d just taken off our shoes and were sitting on our bed when he came in. “Thanks you guys, for letting me flip over here. It was going to be a long drive home tonight.”
I told him, “You’re more than welcome. It would have been a shame to waste a perfectly good bed.”
Michelle said, “You guys do whatever you want. I’m tired and going to get ready for bed.” Then she picked up her bag and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Brian made it a point to get undressed and climb into bed while she was in the other room. I did as well, turning off the lights except for the one on the nightstand between the beds.
Michelle appeared a few minutes later wearing a black nightie I hadn’t ever seen before. It was extremely sheer, floor length but split up one side to above her waist and little black G-string panties. When she saw that Brian was watching, she apologized saying, “Sorry, I wasn’t planning on us having company so this is all I brought.” It was fine with me, sexier than hell! When she climbed in bed with me, she felt so exquisite with her curves and soft skin enveloped in that soft nightie. As I’ve mentioned before a few dozen times, I love sexy nightgowns! I reached over and turned out the light.
I wanted my wife, but also wanted to wait until Brian was asleep. We lay next to each other, my hands roaming across her sexy body, waiting until Brian started snoring softly. I also couldn’t help but think about Brian in the bed right next to us.
When it appeared that Brian was asleep, and I was still caressing Michelle’s soft skin, I whispered in her ear, “I bet Brian would love to be doing this. Did you notice how he couldn’t keep his eyes off you all night?”
“I noticed, but tonight I want my husband.” Her hand slipped under my shorts and wrapped gently around my rock-hard arousal. I reciprocated with a hand under her silky panties, feeling how damp they were. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how her skin feels now that she’s regularly waxing instead of just shaving.
My kinky mind simply couldn’t let go and just enjoy making love with my wife. I had to push the envelope as far as I could. As my fingers slipped just inside her wet pussy lips, I couldn’t help but tell her, “But wouldn’t his cock, slipping inside you again, feel good? Was he a good lover that night at the lake?”
“Mmm, maybe you’re right. And yes, he was very good.”
That was as close to an admission as she’d ever given me that they’d actually made love that night. I lightly nibbled her nipple over her thin nightie and extracted my finger, just rubbing and teasing her, making her hips gently writhe under my ministrations. I told her, “I want you to make love with him tonight, now.”
Michelle moaned and kissed me for a moment, our tongues doing a little dance together. She stopped and raised her hips, pushing her panties down and off, then handed them to me. “I won’t be needing these.” She told me. Then she pushed the covers away and right before climbing out of our bed, whispered in my ear, “We didn’t do anything that night except kiss. This will be the first time.” My mind reeled in a bit of shock. She’d finally admitted it to me after all these months, and it wasn’t what I expected!
The next thing I heard was Michelle climbing into the other bed and the sounds of her kissing him. The room was pitch dark so I couldn’t see a thing. I wished I’d left that light on but it was too late by then. I certainly wasn’t going to turn it back on. After a few minutes, I heard Michelle whisper to Brian, “Shhh, we have to be quiet. I don’t want to wake my husband.”
I lay in our bed, trying to be as quiet as possible with my eyes wide open trying to see the other bed. But it was impossible in the pitch-black darkness. That’s one thing I don’t like about motel rooms, with the light-proof blinds, there’s not even a stray ray of light coming from outside. The room was simply pitch-black. That night though, I’d have loved a few rays of light coming in. I could listen though and what I was hearing had me almost out of my mind. I don’t know how long the kissing went on, my mind has a bit of a block trying to ascertain time frames when I know Michelle is making love with another guy. I heard sucking and Michelle moaning. I presumed Brian had one of her nipples in his mouth, probably her nightie pushed out of the way.
The bed creaked and it sounded like the covers being pushed off, and I could tell the moment when Brian pushed his cock into my wife from Michelle’s soft, “Mfft.” Brian moaned a little as well. Michelle was probably putting her lips over his to keep him relatively quiet. My wife definitely likes to kiss while she’s making love.
The bed started a steady creaking as he pumped in and out of her. After a couple moments, she whispered to him, “A pillow. I want a pillow under me.” I knew what she meant, she wanted a pillow under her rump to raise herself a little so he could reach even deeper inside her. I heard the bed rustling, then, “Mmm, yes, I like that! That feels so good.” I was envisioning Michelle’s hands on Brian’s butt, pulling him as deep inside her as she could.
Lying there, listening to my wife and Brian making love but not being able to see a thing reminded me of two situations: The night in Kodiak where I lay on the couch listening to Michelle make love with Alec most of the night behind a closed door; and the night at Wallowa Lake where Michelle and I tried to be quiet making love in a tent right next to our square dance friends.
I know Brian was trying to be quiet since he didn’t want me to know he was making love with my wife, but Michelle was only making the pretext of being quiet as she knew I was awake and wanted to hear everything. Lying in the bed right next to Michelle and Brian, listening to them making love, and not being able to see was an exquisitely erotic experience. My mind was able to wander and visualize what she was experiencing, a new man sliding in and out of her womanhood. I knew she’d had the hots for him all evening and probably ever since Wallowa Lake. Especially since they’d only made out a little that night and I’d kept bringing him up to her, trying to find out what she’d done with him.
I lay in bed listening to the bed movements and soft moans coming from the other bed as they became more frantic and obviously difficult to suppress the sounds. I heard a not so soft, masculine, “Mmm, Mmm,” right before it became very muffled and what sounded like more frantic kissing. I presumed that, at that moment, Brian was pelting out his hot cum deep inside my wife. I envisioned Michelle holding his face with his lips to hers to muffle the sounds of their respective frenzied ecstasy. She almost always comes at the same time I do and the times I’ve witnessed her with another man, does with him as well. It always makes my orgasm so much more intense knowing she’s having hers at the same time. I could imagine how exquisite the feeling was for Brian at that exact moment.
If I hadn’t seen and heard this scene before, I’d have cum myself at that moment. As it was, I was able to suppress the feeling even though my cock was rock hard and I was aching with desire. I almost didn’t know how I could wait until Michelle climbed back into bed with me.
The hardest, most jealousy invoking is when Michelle is with another man she always likes to kiss after making love. She didn’t disappoint me this time either. I heard her whispering to him how good it was and then the unmistakable sounds of passionate kissing for the next several minutes.
I also couldn’t help but pontificate a little on the fact that it was just a little over two years ago that Michelle and I were a normal, loving, monogamous couple. How much lives can change in two short years! To be honest, I’ve gotten well past most of the jealousy. I still feel it a little when I’m extra horny and she’s making love with someone else, but for the most part it’s just the excitement of her being with another man. I love that Michelle is the object of other men’s desire and she reciprocates their feelings. She loves sex and is willing to explore it to the fullest. That’s still as exciting as ever to me and I don’t think I’ll ever get over it. At least I hope not.
I was relieved when it sounded like Michelle was leaving Brian’s bed and coming back to ours. Then I felt her naked body climbing in bed with me. At some point during their lovemaking, she’d shed the night-gown completely. She kissed me, much like she just had with Brian, then her lips worked their way down my chest, her tongue playing just a moment in my belly button, then on down to my cock. I didn’t even try to suppress my groan as I felt her hot mouth engulf me all the way down her throat. She sucked and twirled her tongue around my cock, making loud sucking noises. I never thought about it at the moment, but in retrospect, I suspect she wanted to let Brian know exactly what she was doing to me after she’d supposedly awakened me.
I couldn’t help but grip the back of her head and pull her even tighter into me, which she always hated me doing. This time though, she didn’t seem to mind as her efforts only seemed to intensify. Between my precum and her hot mouth, I was slipping in and out of her mouth with ease. Each time, all the way down her throat. This was perhaps the most world-class blow-job she’d ever given me! After listening to her with Brian and now the exquisite attention she was giving me, it only took me a few moments until that unmistakable and strong feeling of my orgasm started to build inside my entire body. As it engulfed me, my entire body shook as I shot a quart or so of hot cum down Michelle’s throat. Michelle told me later that I’d let out a long wail while my body spasmed in ecstasy.
Afterward, I felt Michelle’s naked body snuggling up to me with her head cradled in my neck and we kissed like the long-time lovers we were. I tasted myself on her lips as we kissed, reminding me of the gift she’d just given me. After kissing for several long minutes, she snuggled back into the crook of my neck and we both drifted to sleep.
Sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Michelle wasn’t in my bed but I saw that Brian was still apparently sound asleep. I lay quietly and slipped back to sleep. The next thing I heard was this female voice yelling, “Hey sleepyheads, time to get up!” I opened my eyes and saw that Michelle had already dressed. I mumbled to her to be quiet and let me sleep but ended up scooting up on the bed with a pillow behind my back.
Michelle was a sight to behold that morning! She was dressed in a pair of her western blue jeans that reminded me so much of the song, “Baby’s Got Her Blue Jeans On” by Mel McDaniel. She was absolutely gorgeous with the blue jeans and frilly, western blouse. I wasn’t sure if she had on a bra, but I didn’t think so as it looked like her boobs were floating kind of freely under her blouse. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail making her look more like a twenty-five year old than a forty year old. I thought it might be more appropriate to drag her back into bed with me before remembering we still had a guest in the room. Speaking of our guest, I certainly noticed his eyes pop open we he got a look at my wife.
Michelle came and sat on the edge of the bed on the opposite side from Brian. I rolled over toward her and yelled at him to go ahead and use the bathroom first. I suspected he was probably still naked and wanted to give him an opportunity to get dressed without me “discovering” his state of undress.
While he was in the bathroom, I used the opportunity to get dressed myself. Later, the three of us went to breakfast in the hotel dining room. It seemed a little weird, like the sex the night before hadn’t even happened. We were simply three friends at breakfast talking about square dancing, the weather, our jobs and so on. I was pretty sure that Brian had no clue I knew what had transpired the night before. I enjoyed sitting there watching Brian ogling my wife throughout breakfast, but trying to be discrete.
When we were nearing the end of breakfast, Michelle excused herself to use the restroom. When she was out of sight, I looked at Brian, drinking his apple juice and asked him, “Tell me Brian, how did you enjoy my wife last night?”
The look on his face was priceless! He stopped drinking literally in mid-gulp and looked at me as if I’d just asked him if he’d like to be branded. He started to mutter an apology but I told him, “It’s okay. I encouraged her, you’re fine.”
He told me what a lucky guy I am to which I obviously agreed. Then I suggested to him, “I’m going to do some errands after breakfast, put gas in the car and get a little cash from the bank for the trip home. I suspect that with just a little coaxing you might be able to seduce her again when you get back up to the room. You’ll have some privacy for a while. I intend to take my time.” I honestly didn’t know if he could that morning, but thought it might be fun for him to try. I was pretty sure that Michelle wouldn’t be offended, slap him or some such thing.
He didn’t say anything but I certainly saw how his eyes got wide and the smile on his face when Michelle returned from the bathroom. As soon as she sat down, I told her that I had a few errands to run if they wanted to go back up to the room and start packing. I got up from the table and gave Brian a little wink when I turned away from Michelle.
True to my word, I didn’t hurry. I probably took forty-five minutes or so to run my errands. All the time I was anxious to find out what was happening in the room, but wanted to leave plenty of time for something to develop if it was going to.
When I finally did get back up to our room, I stood at the door a few seconds listening. I didn’t hear anything so, as quietly as I could, put the key in the key-slot, opened the door and tip-toed into the room.
Apparently, Michelle hadn’t slapped him because they were both naked on the bed in the ‘69’ position with Michelle on top, her smooth pussy in Brian’s face and his cock deep in her mouth. Michelle was doing lots of writhing, pushing her pussy down onto his face and glanced up at me as I stepped into the room before giving her full attention back to Brian. His hands were on Michelle’s butt, trying to pull her down tighter onto him.
Shortly after I entered the room, Michelle pulled off of him, turned around and lowered her pussy down onto his cock, letting out a low growl as he filled her. I realized that even though I was only forty, younger guys have much more endurance as Brian and my wife fucked for what seemed like forever. Michelle must have had three or four orgasms after I got there. I wondered how many she’d had before.
When she finally pulled herself off of him, Brian was still hard as a rock and was definitely a good sized man. She stood up at the foot of the bed, gave Brian a hand and said, “Come shower with me.”
I’d been watching from around the corner of the little hall into the room and when she asked him to come to the shower, I slipped inside the closet and closed the door. I waited a bit after hearing the shower come on, then stepped out of the closet and opened the bathroom door just enough to see in, but hopefully not enough that they’d notice I was there. The shower door was a little frosted so I couldn’t see anything clearly, but could definitely make out what was happening.
Michelle’s back was to the shower wall and Brian was feasting on one of her succulent boobs, switching from one to the other. He worked his lips back up her neck holding her arms above her and kissed her forcefully. It was obvious that my wife was returning his passion just as lustfully until he let go of her arms, turned her around, and with the hot water spraying over both of them rammed his cock inside her pussy, almost lifting her off the floor.
That was when I started to hear Michelle groaning out his name over and over along with telling him to fuck her harder. Michelle leaned against the shower wall, her legs spread wide apart with Brian’s cock slamming in and out of her. Every time Brian plunged into my wife, she let out some unintelligible groan. Finally, after several minutes, Brian literally lifted her off the shower floor and let out his own piercing, in-human sound as he came deep inside her. Afterward, both Brian and Michelle slumped to the floor of the tub, recovering from their few minutes of bliss. I quietly closed the bathroom door and left the room, hoping they’d never even know that I was there.
I went to the lobby, sat down in one of their easy chairs with a USA Today and pretended to read. The scene I’d just witnessed replayed itself over and over in my mind. I waited another half hour before going back to the room. When I walked in, Michelle was packing our bags. Brian had already left.
On our way home, driving down I-84, I couldn’t help but watch Michelle out of the corner of my eye putting her makeup on. It’s always turned me on watching her, but that morning, even more so knowing the reason she had to put it on a second time. After she finished with her makeup, she sat quietly on the rest of the way home.
I didn’t think too much about it, but over the next few days, Michelle seemed different, like something was bothering her. I asked several times and she always said she was fine and there wasn’t anything. Even when we made love she seemed a little remote.
I asked her if there had been something about the weekend that had bothered her, but she always said no and told me what a beautiful weekend it had been. I finally blurted out, “Michelle, sweetheart, what the hell is wrong? You can’t keep telling me it’s nothing!”
She sighed, looked away, then back toward me and finally opened up. “There is something. I’ve been afraid to say anything for fear how you’d react.” She looked away, looking almost like she was going to cry.
“Sweetheart, you know there isn’t anything you could say that’ll make me love you any less.” Actually, I was almost afraid that maybe she’d fallen in love with Brian! But I didn’t know how that could be after all the different sexual adventures we’ve had in the last couple years.
She wouldn’t look at me and spoke quietly, “I’ve had this fantasy a long time and I think Brian kind of brought it out of me, making it seem more like it could maybe be real sometime.”
I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she might be talking about – a fantasy she hasn’t shared with me? What fantasy could there possibly be left that we haven’t done?
She spoke so softly, “Remember when I told you I wanted to actually be a stripper at the Honey Bunzz? This one’s even bigger than that. Actually, a lot bigger!
Thank you to Shywhore for editing the story. Her help has been invaluable.
Ginger and Eric couldn’t go due to the fact Ginger had a conference she had to attend that Saturday. Unfortunately, Jim sprained his ankle pretty badly during the week so they couldn’t go either. That left Michelle and I with the big room all to ourselves. I wondered what we might do during the night to amuse ourselves.
Baker City is about a two-and-a-half hour drive for us. We left early so we could go through the Baker Historical Museum. Baker County was a hotbed for gold mining, starting in the 1860’s. There are dozens of ghost towns, some like Sumpter and Granite that have somewhat resurrected themselves and others like Bourne that are nothing but a pile of hundred-plus-year old debris. The museum has artifacts and history of so much of the old west and gold mining, including a miniaturized replica of the town site in the movie “Paint Your Wagon”, with Lee Marvin and Clint Eastwood. We were disappointed that Jim and Joan couldn’t have gone with us. It’s so much more fun exploring with friends.
We spent the afternoon going through the museum, then we went to a fantastic steak dinner at the Haines Steak House in the little town of Haines. After dinner, back to the motel to get ready for the dance that night.
I always love watching Michelle getting ready to go out. I hadn’t seen which of her square dance dresses she intended to wear that night, but enjoyed watching her sitting in her bra and thong panties putting on her makeup. I wondered if those panties were what she intended to wear, since with her square dance skirts and full slips, whatever she wore underneath would show whenever she twirled. If it was, I thought it might turn into an exciting evening!
I have to admit that I was a little disappointed that, instead of one of her short skirts, Michelle put on a long one, just a few inches above the floor, along with a lacy blouse. It wasn’t overtly sexy, both were opaque so I couldn’t even see the bright blue of her bra or panties under them, but she still looked fabulous. The skirt fit tight around her rump before flaring just a little to let her move freely. It definitely wouldn’t flare up to show off her thong panties. She handed me my light blue shirt, matching her skirt, along with the bolo she’d given me for Christmas.
We didn’t know anyone at the dance particularly well. We’d seen several of them at other dances, but no one else from our club had been able to make it. One person that Michelle knew was red-shirt guy from Wallowa Lake. This was the guy who she’d danced with several times with and had a short fling with last September. At least I assumed she had. She hasn’t ever said for sure one way or the other.
As soon as Michelle saw him, she got a smile on her face and walked over to talk to him. A moment later, she was back with him in tow, “Honey, this is Brian. Remember him from Wallowa Lake?”
How could I forget him? I’ve had daydreams and nightmares about this guy trying to figure out what my wife had done with him! “No, I don’t think I do,” I told her.
She kind of grinned at me like she knew I was fibbing, which I obviously was. “Brian asked me to dance several times, nothing more.”
“Oh yeah, I remember, you were the guy with the red shirt.”
He looked at me a little quizzically, “I don’t remember which shirt I might have worn that night. I definitely remember your gorgeous wife though!”
I’ll just bet you do, she took you out back and fucked you, kind of easy to remember, I thought to myself. I wasn’t about to say it out loud though. Then my lizard brain started thinking again, if you can actually call it thinking. I wondered how to arrange something happening again. “Grab a chair,” I told him. “Sit with us.”
When the first tip started, I said to red-shirt guy, thinking that now that he has a name, maybe I should start using it. “Brian, I bet Michelle would love to have a dance with you.”
He got a big grin on his face, “I’d love to. Michelle, would you do me the honors?”
She took his hand and joined a square at the far end of the room. While the caller was getting all the squares up on the floor, I saw another face I recognized from Wallowa Lake, an attractive lady I’d danced with a couple times, Katie, so I strolled over and asked her if she’d like to dance. She grinned at me and said she’d love to. I remembered that she’s an excellent square dancer so we had a great time that tip. The caller was a big-name caller from out of the area and much better than any of our local callers.
After that first tip, I escorted Katie back to her table, and Michelle and red-shirt guy (habits die hard) Bian, I thought to myself, joined me. When I realized that Katie was sitting alone, I asked her if she’d like to sit with us. She said, “Thank you, but my husband’s going to be right back. He just went to the restroom.” I was disappointed. I’d forgotten that she was married. When I saw him come in and sit with her, I have to admit I was a little pleased. He was on crutches. Obviously he wouldn’t be able to dance so I’d have a partner when Michelle was dancing with Brian…and I was going to encourage her to dance with him often.
I sat back down with Michelle and Brian, and we spent the next few minutes visiting. I noticed his glances toward my pretty wife. I was thinking that he’d sure love seeing what was under that blouse and skirt.
Michelle and I danced together the next couple tips. Brian sat by himself while we danced and I suggested to Michelle that he was probably getting lonesome while we danced. The next one, she asked him to dance with her and I asked Katie again. That time, we ended up in the same square with two other couples. One of the times after we’d changed partners and I was promenading with Michelle, I whispered in her ear that she should flirt with Brian a little more, that I didn’t mind dancing with Katie.
In fact, I loved dancing with Katie. I’d have liked to get to know her a little better, except for the fact that she was married. Katie was probably in her mid-forties; long, blonde hair; pretty face and nice sized boobs that would be just right for a mouthful. Unfortunately, she didn’t give off any indication that she and her husband were even remotely interested in anything extra-curricular except for square dancing. He didn’t seem to mind me dancing with her. I made every effort to be a perfect gentleman, escorting her to the dance floor and back to her husband each time we danced together, and thanking her profusely for each dance.
Michelle took my flirting suggestion to heart and danced the next several dances with Brian. When we were sitting at our table, she’d talk with him, giggling at his silly little jokes, put her hand on his knee and hold his hand, their fingers intertwined going on and off the dance floor. I was trying to think how to get the two of them together for some privacy when toward the end of the dance, Brian mentioned that he needed to start home as he had a long way to drive. He lives in Halfway, about seventy miles down a narrow, twisting, two-lane highway from Baker City. I thought about our motel room with two queen sized beds, and without even thinking, asked Brian, “Why don’t you spend the night in our room. We’ve got an extra bed we’re not using.”
Michelle glanced over at me with that grin on her face that said she knew I was up to something. Brian asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”
“I can’t think of any reason why not, the extra bed’s just sitting here.” Then I asked Michelle, “Is there any reason Brian can’t use our extra bed?”
She answered, “No, that’d be fine.” I wondered if she was thinking that it might be fun, kind of like I was thinking.
Brian finally agreed that it’d be a lot nicer than driving back to Halfway in the middle of the night. There was one more tip, which I danced with Michelle. Afterward, I gave Brian the room number and one of our key cards. He offered to help pay for the room, but Michelle and I both declined his offer, telling him that we already had the room whether he used the bed or not.
Brian got to the room a couple minutes after Michelle and I did. We’d just taken off our shoes and were sitting on our bed when he came in. “Thanks you guys, for letting me flip over here. It was going to be a long drive home tonight.”
I told him, “You’re more than welcome. It would have been a shame to waste a perfectly good bed.”
Michelle said, “You guys do whatever you want. I’m tired and going to get ready for bed.” Then she picked up her bag and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Brian made it a point to get undressed and climb into bed while she was in the other room. I did as well, turning off the lights except for the one on the nightstand between the beds.
Michelle appeared a few minutes later wearing a black nightie I hadn’t ever seen before. It was extremely sheer, floor length but split up one side to above her waist and little black G-string panties. When she saw that Brian was watching, she apologized saying, “Sorry, I wasn’t planning on us having company so this is all I brought.” It was fine with me, sexier than hell! When she climbed in bed with me, she felt so exquisite with her curves and soft skin enveloped in that soft nightie. As I’ve mentioned before a few dozen times, I love sexy nightgowns! I reached over and turned out the light.
I wanted my wife, but also wanted to wait until Brian was asleep. We lay next to each other, my hands roaming across her sexy body, waiting until Brian started snoring softly. I also couldn’t help but think about Brian in the bed right next to us.
When it appeared that Brian was asleep, and I was still caressing Michelle’s soft skin, I whispered in her ear, “I bet Brian would love to be doing this. Did you notice how he couldn’t keep his eyes off you all night?”
“I noticed, but tonight I want my husband.” Her hand slipped under my shorts and wrapped gently around my rock-hard arousal. I reciprocated with a hand under her silky panties, feeling how damp they were. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how her skin feels now that she’s regularly waxing instead of just shaving.
My kinky mind simply couldn’t let go and just enjoy making love with my wife. I had to push the envelope as far as I could. As my fingers slipped just inside her wet pussy lips, I couldn’t help but tell her, “But wouldn’t his cock, slipping inside you again, feel good? Was he a good lover that night at the lake?”
“Mmm, maybe you’re right. And yes, he was very good.”
That was as close to an admission as she’d ever given me that they’d actually made love that night. I lightly nibbled her nipple over her thin nightie and extracted my finger, just rubbing and teasing her, making her hips gently writhe under my ministrations. I told her, “I want you to make love with him tonight, now.”
Michelle moaned and kissed me for a moment, our tongues doing a little dance together. She stopped and raised her hips, pushing her panties down and off, then handed them to me. “I won’t be needing these.” She told me. Then she pushed the covers away and right before climbing out of our bed, whispered in my ear, “We didn’t do anything that night except kiss. This will be the first time.” My mind reeled in a bit of shock. She’d finally admitted it to me after all these months, and it wasn’t what I expected!
The next thing I heard was Michelle climbing into the other bed and the sounds of her kissing him. The room was pitch dark so I couldn’t see a thing. I wished I’d left that light on but it was too late by then. I certainly wasn’t going to turn it back on. After a few minutes, I heard Michelle whisper to Brian, “Shhh, we have to be quiet. I don’t want to wake my husband.”
I lay in our bed, trying to be as quiet as possible with my eyes wide open trying to see the other bed. But it was impossible in the pitch-black darkness. That’s one thing I don’t like about motel rooms, with the light-proof blinds, there’s not even a stray ray of light coming from outside. The room was simply pitch-black. That night though, I’d have loved a few rays of light coming in. I could listen though and what I was hearing had me almost out of my mind. I don’t know how long the kissing went on, my mind has a bit of a block trying to ascertain time frames when I know Michelle is making love with another guy. I heard sucking and Michelle moaning. I presumed Brian had one of her nipples in his mouth, probably her nightie pushed out of the way.
The bed creaked and it sounded like the covers being pushed off, and I could tell the moment when Brian pushed his cock into my wife from Michelle’s soft, “Mfft.” Brian moaned a little as well. Michelle was probably putting her lips over his to keep him relatively quiet. My wife definitely likes to kiss while she’s making love.
The bed started a steady creaking as he pumped in and out of her. After a couple moments, she whispered to him, “A pillow. I want a pillow under me.” I knew what she meant, she wanted a pillow under her rump to raise herself a little so he could reach even deeper inside her. I heard the bed rustling, then, “Mmm, yes, I like that! That feels so good.” I was envisioning Michelle’s hands on Brian’s butt, pulling him as deep inside her as she could.
Lying there, listening to my wife and Brian making love but not being able to see a thing reminded me of two situations: The night in Kodiak where I lay on the couch listening to Michelle make love with Alec most of the night behind a closed door; and the night at Wallowa Lake where Michelle and I tried to be quiet making love in a tent right next to our square dance friends.
I know Brian was trying to be quiet since he didn’t want me to know he was making love with my wife, but Michelle was only making the pretext of being quiet as she knew I was awake and wanted to hear everything. Lying in the bed right next to Michelle and Brian, listening to them making love, and not being able to see was an exquisitely erotic experience. My mind was able to wander and visualize what she was experiencing, a new man sliding in and out of her womanhood. I knew she’d had the hots for him all evening and probably ever since Wallowa Lake. Especially since they’d only made out a little that night and I’d kept bringing him up to her, trying to find out what she’d done with him.
I lay in bed listening to the bed movements and soft moans coming from the other bed as they became more frantic and obviously difficult to suppress the sounds. I heard a not so soft, masculine, “Mmm, Mmm,” right before it became very muffled and what sounded like more frantic kissing. I presumed that, at that moment, Brian was pelting out his hot cum deep inside my wife. I envisioned Michelle holding his face with his lips to hers to muffle the sounds of their respective frenzied ecstasy. She almost always comes at the same time I do and the times I’ve witnessed her with another man, does with him as well. It always makes my orgasm so much more intense knowing she’s having hers at the same time. I could imagine how exquisite the feeling was for Brian at that exact moment.
If I hadn’t seen and heard this scene before, I’d have cum myself at that moment. As it was, I was able to suppress the feeling even though my cock was rock hard and I was aching with desire. I almost didn’t know how I could wait until Michelle climbed back into bed with me.
The hardest, most jealousy invoking is when Michelle is with another man she always likes to kiss after making love. She didn’t disappoint me this time either. I heard her whispering to him how good it was and then the unmistakable sounds of passionate kissing for the next several minutes.
I also couldn’t help but pontificate a little on the fact that it was just a little over two years ago that Michelle and I were a normal, loving, monogamous couple. How much lives can change in two short years! To be honest, I’ve gotten well past most of the jealousy. I still feel it a little when I’m extra horny and she’s making love with someone else, but for the most part it’s just the excitement of her being with another man. I love that Michelle is the object of other men’s desire and she reciprocates their feelings. She loves sex and is willing to explore it to the fullest. That’s still as exciting as ever to me and I don’t think I’ll ever get over it. At least I hope not.
I was relieved when it sounded like Michelle was leaving Brian’s bed and coming back to ours. Then I felt her naked body climbing in bed with me. At some point during their lovemaking, she’d shed the night-gown completely. She kissed me, much like she just had with Brian, then her lips worked their way down my chest, her tongue playing just a moment in my belly button, then on down to my cock. I didn’t even try to suppress my groan as I felt her hot mouth engulf me all the way down her throat. She sucked and twirled her tongue around my cock, making loud sucking noises. I never thought about it at the moment, but in retrospect, I suspect she wanted to let Brian know exactly what she was doing to me after she’d supposedly awakened me.
I couldn’t help but grip the back of her head and pull her even tighter into me, which she always hated me doing. This time though, she didn’t seem to mind as her efforts only seemed to intensify. Between my precum and her hot mouth, I was slipping in and out of her mouth with ease. Each time, all the way down her throat. This was perhaps the most world-class blow-job she’d ever given me! After listening to her with Brian and now the exquisite attention she was giving me, it only took me a few moments until that unmistakable and strong feeling of my orgasm started to build inside my entire body. As it engulfed me, my entire body shook as I shot a quart or so of hot cum down Michelle’s throat. Michelle told me later that I’d let out a long wail while my body spasmed in ecstasy.
Afterward, I felt Michelle’s naked body snuggling up to me with her head cradled in my neck and we kissed like the long-time lovers we were. I tasted myself on her lips as we kissed, reminding me of the gift she’d just given me. After kissing for several long minutes, she snuggled back into the crook of my neck and we both drifted to sleep.
Sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Michelle wasn’t in my bed but I saw that Brian was still apparently sound asleep. I lay quietly and slipped back to sleep. The next thing I heard was this female voice yelling, “Hey sleepyheads, time to get up!” I opened my eyes and saw that Michelle had already dressed. I mumbled to her to be quiet and let me sleep but ended up scooting up on the bed with a pillow behind my back.
Michelle was a sight to behold that morning! She was dressed in a pair of her western blue jeans that reminded me so much of the song, “Baby’s Got Her Blue Jeans On” by Mel McDaniel. She was absolutely gorgeous with the blue jeans and frilly, western blouse. I wasn’t sure if she had on a bra, but I didn’t think so as it looked like her boobs were floating kind of freely under her blouse. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail making her look more like a twenty-five year old than a forty year old. I thought it might be more appropriate to drag her back into bed with me before remembering we still had a guest in the room. Speaking of our guest, I certainly noticed his eyes pop open we he got a look at my wife.
Michelle came and sat on the edge of the bed on the opposite side from Brian. I rolled over toward her and yelled at him to go ahead and use the bathroom first. I suspected he was probably still naked and wanted to give him an opportunity to get dressed without me “discovering” his state of undress.
While he was in the bathroom, I used the opportunity to get dressed myself. Later, the three of us went to breakfast in the hotel dining room. It seemed a little weird, like the sex the night before hadn’t even happened. We were simply three friends at breakfast talking about square dancing, the weather, our jobs and so on. I was pretty sure that Brian had no clue I knew what had transpired the night before. I enjoyed sitting there watching Brian ogling my wife throughout breakfast, but trying to be discrete.
When we were nearing the end of breakfast, Michelle excused herself to use the restroom. When she was out of sight, I looked at Brian, drinking his apple juice and asked him, “Tell me Brian, how did you enjoy my wife last night?”
The look on his face was priceless! He stopped drinking literally in mid-gulp and looked at me as if I’d just asked him if he’d like to be branded. He started to mutter an apology but I told him, “It’s okay. I encouraged her, you’re fine.”
He told me what a lucky guy I am to which I obviously agreed. Then I suggested to him, “I’m going to do some errands after breakfast, put gas in the car and get a little cash from the bank for the trip home. I suspect that with just a little coaxing you might be able to seduce her again when you get back up to the room. You’ll have some privacy for a while. I intend to take my time.” I honestly didn’t know if he could that morning, but thought it might be fun for him to try. I was pretty sure that Michelle wouldn’t be offended, slap him or some such thing.
He didn’t say anything but I certainly saw how his eyes got wide and the smile on his face when Michelle returned from the bathroom. As soon as she sat down, I told her that I had a few errands to run if they wanted to go back up to the room and start packing. I got up from the table and gave Brian a little wink when I turned away from Michelle.
True to my word, I didn’t hurry. I probably took forty-five minutes or so to run my errands. All the time I was anxious to find out what was happening in the room, but wanted to leave plenty of time for something to develop if it was going to.
When I finally did get back up to our room, I stood at the door a few seconds listening. I didn’t hear anything so, as quietly as I could, put the key in the key-slot, opened the door and tip-toed into the room.
Apparently, Michelle hadn’t slapped him because they were both naked on the bed in the ‘69’ position with Michelle on top, her smooth pussy in Brian’s face and his cock deep in her mouth. Michelle was doing lots of writhing, pushing her pussy down onto his face and glanced up at me as I stepped into the room before giving her full attention back to Brian. His hands were on Michelle’s butt, trying to pull her down tighter onto him.
Shortly after I entered the room, Michelle pulled off of him, turned around and lowered her pussy down onto his cock, letting out a low growl as he filled her. I realized that even though I was only forty, younger guys have much more endurance as Brian and my wife fucked for what seemed like forever. Michelle must have had three or four orgasms after I got there. I wondered how many she’d had before.
When she finally pulled herself off of him, Brian was still hard as a rock and was definitely a good sized man. She stood up at the foot of the bed, gave Brian a hand and said, “Come shower with me.”
I’d been watching from around the corner of the little hall into the room and when she asked him to come to the shower, I slipped inside the closet and closed the door. I waited a bit after hearing the shower come on, then stepped out of the closet and opened the bathroom door just enough to see in, but hopefully not enough that they’d notice I was there. The shower door was a little frosted so I couldn’t see anything clearly, but could definitely make out what was happening.
Michelle’s back was to the shower wall and Brian was feasting on one of her succulent boobs, switching from one to the other. He worked his lips back up her neck holding her arms above her and kissed her forcefully. It was obvious that my wife was returning his passion just as lustfully until he let go of her arms, turned her around, and with the hot water spraying over both of them rammed his cock inside her pussy, almost lifting her off the floor.
That was when I started to hear Michelle groaning out his name over and over along with telling him to fuck her harder. Michelle leaned against the shower wall, her legs spread wide apart with Brian’s cock slamming in and out of her. Every time Brian plunged into my wife, she let out some unintelligible groan. Finally, after several minutes, Brian literally lifted her off the shower floor and let out his own piercing, in-human sound as he came deep inside her. Afterward, both Brian and Michelle slumped to the floor of the tub, recovering from their few minutes of bliss. I quietly closed the bathroom door and left the room, hoping they’d never even know that I was there.
I went to the lobby, sat down in one of their easy chairs with a USA Today and pretended to read. The scene I’d just witnessed replayed itself over and over in my mind. I waited another half hour before going back to the room. When I walked in, Michelle was packing our bags. Brian had already left.
On our way home, driving down I-84, I couldn’t help but watch Michelle out of the corner of my eye putting her makeup on. It’s always turned me on watching her, but that morning, even more so knowing the reason she had to put it on a second time. After she finished with her makeup, she sat quietly on the rest of the way home.
I didn’t think too much about it, but over the next few days, Michelle seemed different, like something was bothering her. I asked several times and she always said she was fine and there wasn’t anything. Even when we made love she seemed a little remote.
I asked her if there had been something about the weekend that had bothered her, but she always said no and told me what a beautiful weekend it had been. I finally blurted out, “Michelle, sweetheart, what the hell is wrong? You can’t keep telling me it’s nothing!”
She sighed, looked away, then back toward me and finally opened up. “There is something. I’ve been afraid to say anything for fear how you’d react.” She looked away, looking almost like she was going to cry.
“Sweetheart, you know there isn’t anything you could say that’ll make me love you any less.” Actually, I was almost afraid that maybe she’d fallen in love with Brian! But I didn’t know how that could be after all the different sexual adventures we’ve had in the last couple years.
She wouldn’t look at me and spoke quietly, “I’ve had this fantasy a long time and I think Brian kind of brought it out of me, making it seem more like it could maybe be real sometime.”
I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she might be talking about – a fantasy she hasn’t shared with me? What fantasy could there possibly be left that we haven’t done?
She spoke so softly, “Remember when I told you I wanted to actually be a stripper at the Honey Bunzz? This one’s even bigger than that. Actually, a lot bigger!
Thank you to Shywhore for editing the story. Her help has been invaluable.
Gert
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