The Way it is Now CH4
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The rest of that week passed in a bit of a daze. Michelle was nervous all week, as she was making her professional debut as a stripper Saturday night. She went shopping for clothes a couple of evenings, once to ‘The Castle', an adult store on Columbia Center Blvd. in Kennewick. I tried to get her to show me what she bought but she never would. She spent Wednesday and Thursday nights with Shaun again.
Friday we went to our square dance workshop, but I could tell Michelle wasn't thinking much about square dancing. She had other things on her mind; I can't imagine what they might have been! I was thinking about Saturday night too, but also of Sunday, when Ginger and Eric were coming for dinner.
Saturday, Michelle spent the day getting ready for her professional debut. I heard her talking on the phone with Jacqui, telling her what was happening and giggling like a nervous teenager. I was glad she was still including Jacqui in her plans. It was Jacqui who helped her the first time she stripped as an amateur, surprising me big time.
Before she started getting dressed to go she told me she wanted to do this by herself, neither me nor Shaun there. When I complained a little, she reassured me that next time I'd be there, but this first time she didn't want any distractions. It was a bit hard to let her go by herself, but I respected her enough to abide by her wishes. I knew it was going to be a long evening at home, waiting for her.
She didn't even want me to watch her get ready, and when she came out of our bedroom she was wearing a long jacket, so I had no idea what she was wearing underneath. I know her goal had to be to kill me! For all I knew she might be stark naked under that jacket!
After she left, I was a nervous wreck and decided to treat myself to the Black Angus for dinner. At least I'd get a chance to see Trisha, who I hadn't seen since our fabulous weekend at the Round-up.
Unfortunately the restaurant was full, and I didn't get to sit in Trisha's section. I had to wait half an hour to get in, then had a man for a waiter, not at all what I was hoping. I saw Trisha several times, but I doubt she ever noticed I was there, as busy as she was. Just seeing her made me smile, remembering her flying kitty and that incredible night we'd spent together.
I had a good dinner but didn't particularly enjoy it. I did enjoy imagining what Michelle might be doing, though, although I wanted to be there! I finally got a chance to talk to Trisha for just a moment when I was leaving; she asked if I wanted to do something after she got off work. I told her I had to beg off because I needed to spend time with Michelle later.
She answered, "That's just as well, I'm exhausted tonight," and then she added, "another time, though?"
"I'm looking forward to it," I told her.
She was still rushing and had to go; we never did get a chance to talk about anything or make any upcoming plans.
I drove home depressed, climbed into bed and tried to go to sleep. No way I could though, wondering and worrying about my wife. What was happening? I knew she'd be taking her clothes off on stage but what else? Is she giving lap dances? Taking guys or women to the back room? It was driving me nuts not knowing!
At two-thirty I heard her car in the driveway. She came in the front door and back to our bedroom, and I was surprised to see she was still wearing the full jacket. As soon as she walked into our bedroom she dropped it, and my eyes popped open. She was totally naked underneath!
"Don't say a word," she said, "just fuck me!" She couldn't have expressed my thoughts any better.
From her expression and the tone of her request, I thought my wife wanted sex different than our typical. I got up and pushed her down on the bed on her hands and knees, got behind her and rammed my cock inside her. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!"
I'd never heard Michelle talk like that. She was almost crying as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy. She was pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts as frantically as I was driving into her. What came next shocked me to my core. "Fuck my ass." I hesitated a moment, shocked. "Please, fuck my ass," she was nearly in tears.
She and I haven’t ever done that, but I remembered watching Shaun with her. There was lube in the kitchen; we don't have any in our bedroom as we've never needed it. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and ran to the kitchen where I found the Vaseline. I smeared a bunch on my cock on my way back to the bedroom. Michelle was spread out, face down on the bed with her hand between her legs and her fingers inside her pussy, groaning, when I got back.
I climbed back on the bed and dipped out a glob of the Vaseline with my fingers, spreading it on her butt, my finger exploring just inside her anus. Michelle groaned when I pushed my finger inside her, and I couldn't imagine how my cock could fit as she was so tight around my finger. Michelle was still begging, "Fuck me, please fuck me!"
I pulled my finger out and spread her butt cheeks apart a little, holding my cock in line with her and pushed inside her. I think my cock had likely swelled to double my normal erection. Michelle pushed her butt back to me as I pushed and the head of my cock was inside her.
She was groaning, "Ahh, ahh... harder, push inside me!" I didn't want to hurt her, but she was nearly frantically pushing back to me, so I made a hard push, and my cock slipped all the way inside her. Michelle was spread out on the bed, her head thrown back, her fingers inside her pussy and my cock in her ass, yelling, "Oh God, oh God, so good! Harder!"
She was tight and felt so damn good! I plunged my cock harder and harder in and out of her ass as she was yelling, "Yes, fuck my ass, Yes!" I was nearly losing control of myself, feeling my orgasm rising from so far inside me that I had no clue what it was going to be like. I grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and rammed myself into her over and over again until I exploded, my orgasm lasting through several hard thrusts into her. I completely lost any awareness of what she was doing or her feelings in my frantic final few thrusts into my wife's ass!
When I finally did become aware again, Michelle and I were both covered in sweat, her fingers were still inside her pussy but not moving. For a brief moment, I feared that I'd hurt her, and she couldn't move until she moaned and rolled over, "Oh God, that was so good!"
The first question that came to my mind was, "What the hell got into you? What happened tonight?"
"Give me a few minutes and I'll try to tell you." We lay together for the next ten minutes before either of us had enough energy to talk. I think that was the most incredible sex we'd ever had, including all those times with Shaun or Mike. Whatever the hell she'd been through tonight, I hoped it continued!
She finally started to explain, "It wasn't what I expected; it was so much more." She paused a little bit before she went on, "I was blindfolded, then handcuffed with my hands behind my back around the pole. Then the girls spent the next two hours undressing me and using my body as their plaything in front of everyone."
"They took turns kissing me, sucking on my nipples and running their hands all over me, all while I was still blindfolded and handcuffed so I couldn't do anything except get hornier and hornier! I never knew when someone was going to suck my nipple or where on my body I'd feel someone. Some of the girls would be naked and put their nipple in my mouth too. When I started to get too tired to stand, they gave me a stool, but left me handcuffed to the pole."
"By the end I was naked and so damned horny and the next hour I served drinks, still naked, except for a tiny thong they gave me. When I left I didn't think I'd make it home, I was so horny. If it was an initiation to their club, I think I passed, but damn, I want to do it again!"
"Were there a lot of people there? Was it crowded?"
"There wasn't even standing room. Nicole told me that they'd spent the last two weeks announcing that I was going to be there, and it was the biggest crowd they'd ever had."
"So you're going to be a big star then, it sounds like?"
"I don't know about that, but people seem to enjoy me. I hope it keeps up and doesn't get boring."
I smiled at that; as if my wife taking her clothes off could ever get boring!
She told me, "I'm tired, we need to get some sleep before tomorrow."
We needed to get some rest since Ginger was coming to dinner and I wanted everything to be perfect.
First thing in the morning, Michelle showed me the envelope she'd brought home the night before, filled with her tip money. When we pulled it out of the envelope, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and my mind was reeling. We counted it all out; eight hundred thirty-four dollars! Holy crap, from one night? She told me that was after the club kept their twenty percent. Besides being fun, this little gig was going to be profitable!
Later, Michelle and I were scurrying around the house working on dinner and any last minute tidying. I couldn't help but watch my wife in her everyday clothes simply being a wife. It seemed impossible to comprehend that a little over twelve hours before, my wife, a stripper, had been naked on a stage in front of a couple hundred horny men and women, then begged me to fuck her in the ass.
Michelle made the lasagna and salad, and I made dinner rolls. Michelle makes a fabulous lasagna! We'd actually just ordered a new lasagna dish a couple weeks before and were anxious to try it out.
I couldn't kid myself; this dinner had been on my mind ever since I ran into Ginger at Costco. I knew I had a serious crush on her but this was a ‘couples' dinner, and I was going to have to keep my feelings to myself. I hoped it would go well so that we could become friends. I knew that would be a little hard, but now that I'd rediscovered my actual first love I wanted her and her husband as permanent friends, although I realized the kiss in the parking lot couldn't go any further than it already had.
Ginger and Eric arrived a few minutes early, just as I was finishing up with the dinner rolls, getting them ready to put in the oven alongside the lasagna. Michelle is an excellent hostess and invited them into the living room and visited the few minutes while I was fiddling with the rolls. When I finished, I stepped into the living room to greet our guests as well. Ginger was even prettier than I remembered, dressed in a blouse and pair of slacks; nothing sexy, but still stunning. Eric was a handsome man, I guess. I know it was totally unfair of me, but I was a little jealous that he'd married my high school sweetheart.
Maybe if I'd have ever let her know she was my sweetheart she might be by my side now. Then I realized what a dumb thought that was! I loved my Michelle and wouldn't change a thing even if I had the opportunity. Well, maybe I might have married both if it was legal.
However, putting dumb thoughts aside, what wasn't a silly thought was that I still definitely had a crush on Ginger, the cute, tall, leggy redhead from my youth. I'd just have to suppress it.
We sat down and started visiting. It turns out that we have some interests in common, primarily camping, the outdoors and the Seattle Seahawks. I haven't talked very much about our camping in these stories because it always seemed in the background, not particularly germane to our story until the camping trip to Wallowa Lake.
It seemed to me that Ginger was flirting with me; I noticed a lot of glances my way. At the dinner table, Michelle had arranged the seating with her and Eric on one side and Ginger and me on the other, opposite our respective spouses. When we all held hands and said a brief prayer of thanks, I have to admit my thoughts were on anything but the prayer. My hand was in Ginger's, and the electric shock going through my body wasn't very prayerful! Occasionally our knees would touch under the table sending more shock waves through me.
I had to force myself to keep from glancing at her face as we talked about our families and other things. Ginger's career as a travel consultant was so much more entertaining than mine or Eric’s, and Michelle's was mostly confidential so she couldn't talk about hers. She told us about the time she'd auto-dialed a hotel in Seattle and made reservations for a couple, but when they arrived, there were no reservations. She didn't understand what could have happened until she checked her autodial again and realized she'd accidentally dialed the chain’s San Francisco hotel instead. Luckily, there was a better hotel just down the street, and her firm made up the difference in cost. Another happy, satisfied customer!
Another story she told us was about the older lady who had made a reservation in a little out of the way lodge with a fully equipped kitchen. She called to complain that they didn't have an egg slicer, and suggested Ginger not recommend them again.
Then she told us about the man who she'd arranged a submarine excursion for, but hadn't told him it was going to be underwater, and he was all apeshit over her not letting him know that. Duh! Submarine – underwater, seemed kind of self-explanatory to her. We laughed at how dumb some people can be. Eric complained just a little that she hadn't told him any of these stories.
When Ginger put a hand under the table, resting it on her thigh, I restrained myself from reaching down and clasping her hand in mine. I didn't know if Eric noticed my glances at his wife, but he never reacted. Michelle, on the other hand, was grinning like a Cheshire Cat! She knew what was going on in my feeble mind, that I was having a hard time hiding the elephant in the room; that I had a major crush on Eric's wife!
After dinner, we sat in the living room and we talked about our square dance trip to Wallowa Lake. We told them how much fun we have square dancing and especially when we can combine it with camping or traveling. We left out some of the tawdry little details, but we made the Wallowa Lake trip sound as enjoyable as it was.
Ginger was fascinated by the square dancing, and I suggested that she and Eric might want to come to our lessons. I explained that they're every Friday evening, and we usually attend to help beginners, so would love to take them. Eric expressed a little skepticism, as guys quite often do, but Ginger assured us that she'd convince him. She was concerned that they wouldn't know anything and would slow down everyone else, but I assured her that wouldn't be a problem as Jim's always reviewing and in a couple of weeks they'd be caught up.
When Ginger and Eric left, Ginger gave me a goodbye hug, and I nearly lost my cool. I wanted to kiss her again so badly that it hurt! My feelings about her were both sexual and emotional. Those same feelings from high school were definitely there, including my fear of expressing myself. Of course, it was much more logical now since she was married. I still wanted a relationship with her though, even as I accepted the fact that it could never materialize because Ginger's a happily married woman.
Afterward, Michelle and I finished cleaning up the dinner dishes, and she said to me, "You have a thing for her, don't you?"
"You could tell, hunh?"
"How could I not? Your eyes were all over her the whole time!"
"Do you think Eric noticed? I thought I had hidden it pretty well."
"Well, you didn't. Either he didn't notice, or he didn't mind, and I'm suspecting the latter, as obvious as you were."
One thing was troubling me, and I had to admit to Michelle, "I don't think it's a good idea for us to take them square dancing. I'm not sure where it might lead, and it scares me."
"Why don't we let Ginger and Eric decide that? Ginger knows how you feel and I'm pretty sure Eric does too."
But they didn't, not even Michelle. She didn't feel the electricity going through my body at just touching knees. She didn't realize the depth of my feelings all the way back to high school. I knew how easy it was going to be to fall madly in love with Ginger, and that if we spent much time together it'd be almost impossible not to.
The next day I received a text from Ginger, "Thank you, Robert, so much for dinner. We both enjoyed it very much."
It took me by surprise a little, not that they'd liked dinner but just getting the text. I responded, "You're very welcome. Michelle and I enjoyed it too." I closed my eyes thinking about her, knowing how badly I wanted her, but she was totally off limits. That was when my phone chirped with another text that turned my world upside down. "I had told him about Costco, about the kiss."
That totally flabbergasted me! Eric and I had hit it off like the best of friends. Nothing had been mentioned about that night except that they were glad Ginger and I ran into each other. I'd have thought Eric might not have even wanted to come to dinner with us if he'd known about the kiss. I texted her back, "That surprises me, what did he say?"
"At first didn't seem too happy, and then kept asking me about it, wanted details. Think the more he thought about it that it kind of excited him."
I looked at my phone, having trouble digesting what I was reading. The only thing I could think of to reply to her was, "Wow!"
After what she'd said, her next e-mail was almost as surprising. "Square dancing Friday? What time?"
I knew how badly I wanted to see her again after that revelation. "Our house, six o'clock."
"We'll be there, thank you!"
My mind was in a whirl; she'd told him, and he still wanted to be friends. What does that mean? I had a rough day concentrating the rest of the day.
That evening I showed the string of texts to Michelle. "Well, what you said was impossible maybe isn't so impossible, is it?"
"Yeah, it still is, I can't do anything with her."
"And why would that be? Do you think your wife might be jealous?"
"I think maybe it's a little too emotional. I like her too much. If we started something, I don't think I'd be able to stop."
She grinned that evil, sexy grin at me, "Hmm, and it seems I said something along those same lines to you about Mike when you wanted me to see him again."
I didn't know how to explain it to Michelle. After seeing Ginger again after all these years, then that dinner, and I couldn't think of anything but her. That one kiss had brought my wanting her back so strongly; I felt like I was already madly in love with her. "Honey, I just can't, I don't know how to explain it, guess maybe I'll just blurt it out: I'm already in love with her, and I'd be afraid to do anything with her."
"Lust, my dear Robert, lust! We'll just see what happens Friday, won't we?"
She didn't understand. I'm not sure I did either. I didn't just want Ginger's body, although I badly wanted that too; what I wanted most was her soul. In short, I wanted Ginger, the woman! From the moment of that kiss in the Costco parking lot I knew I wanted her, maybe even before. Maybe I knew it the moment I'd said hello.
The week seemed long to me. Michelle spent her usual Wednesday and Thursday with Shaun. She was beaming when she got home Thursday evening. I asked her about it, and all she'd say was, "Heaven!"
When Friday evening came I was a nervous wreck. I didn't know how to spend another night with Ginger and withhold my real feelings from her. Maybe I didn't want to withhold them; I simply didn't know what to do. I did know that, as difficult as it'd be, I had to try to stay away from her as much as possible!
We rode together to the Eagle's Club, where our lessons were held, and chatted amiably for the fifteen-minute ride, staying totally away from the giant elephant in the car. I think I was the only one who realized just how big that elephant was. When we arrived, we introduced Ginger and Eric to the rest of our members and the class, telling them that we'd gone to school together and just been reacquainted, all entirely correct. Most of the beginners had been going for a few weeks by then, and we knew that the new class members would have to start from the beginning.
Our club members were disappointed when I had to tell them that Jacqui wouldn't be coming back, that she'd moved to Montana for a big promotion. She'd become extremely popular in our club both from her personality and the fact that she was a beautiful, young single woman. We all agreed that we hoped she'd stay with square dancing in Montana, and we'd see her at festivals. Personally, I wanted to see her a lot more than that, but I wasn't particularly hopeful as far away as she was.
The time for the dancing came, and Ginger and Eric coupled up in one of the squares. I planned to take Michelle to a different square when she went over and grabbed Eric's hand, taking him to another square, leaving me with Ginger. I understood what my wife was doing; it's always easier to learn if you're not with another beginner. But what she was really doing was making sure that I was dancing with Ginger!
Standing next to her, with our shoulders touching, the passion surged through me. The second I took her hand, it felt like an electric shock running through my entire body. Her hand was so soft and sensual! I refrained from letting out the moan of pleasure that had embedded itself in me! I simply had no idea how I was going to get through the two hours of dancing partnered with this woman!
Jim taught the basics, allemande left, promenade, right and left through, and every touch sent another shock wave through me. Holding hands with Ginger was such a pleasure. I wasn't merely holding her hand; I was caressing it whenever the opportunity presented itself and quite often we found ourselves with fingers intertwined in a very non-square dance handhold.
When Jim taught a square dance swing with our partners, I put my arm around Ginger's waist and felt for the first time what I knew to be her softness under her clothes. Even when we had kissed in the Costco parking lot I hadn't put my arms around her waist; I was simply too shocked. Now, with my right hand on her waist and her left hand on my shoulder, I looked into her eyes and thought I saw the same emotion that I was feeling for her. I hoped the other members in our square couldn't see it. The only thing I wanted to do in that instant was to pull her to me and kiss her!
When the moment passed as Jim was explaining how to swing properly I quickly looked around, relieved that no one else was paying attention to us. No one, that is, except Michelle in the adjacent square, who knew exactly what was happening!
We periodically rested, then formed a square with new couples. Each time Michelle insisted that I dance with Ginger. She simply had no clue of the fire she was playing with! I admit that I should have insisted we change partners and dance with our spouse, but dancing with Ginger was simply too pleasurable to resist. At the end of the evening, Jim taught one final square dance move, a yellowrock with your partner.
I'd often kidded with my partners, drawing out the yellowrock into a long, affectionate hug meant to be simply kidding fun. This time, however, when I drew it out in much the same manner, our cheeks touching, I held Ginger's body to mine tightly, feeling every curve of her body next to mine.
When someone yelled, "Hey, Robert, enough already!" I backed away, and we both laughed as if it was the same friendly hug as always. However, both Ginger and I knew it was anything but that!
Afterward, the four of us went to dinner at the Olive Garden. When we got into the car, Michelle playfully stated that she liked the partner she had and climbed in the back seat with Eric, leaving Ginger and me in the front seat together. At the restaurant she put her arm around Eric's waist, accompanying him to our table, and sat next to him, leaving Ginger and me together on the other side of the table.
There were a couple of times during dinner when our fingers touched under the table, but we tried to maintain a detached demeanor. Michelle was openly flirting with Eric, laughing with him at his silly jokes and making sure that their chairs were close enough together to touch shoulders. I knew what she was doing, wanting Ginger and me to flirt the same way. My emotions were simply too strong. I didn't want to flirt; I wanted to hold her, kiss her, make love to her!
When Eric got up to excuse himself to go to the bathroom, Michelle said she had to go as well, leaving Ginger and me alone for the first time. I looked at her, I knew with a palpable longing in my eyes, and asked her, "What did your text mean? Does Eric want something to happen between us?"
"I think so. I think he wants you to kiss me again, similar to the last time."
"And what do you want; do you want the same thing?"
"You can't tell? I've wanted it all night!"
"And more? I don't think I can kiss you again without wanting more... lots more."
"Just one time and see what happens, please?" Then she added, "Would Michelle mind?"
Before I had a chance to answer her, Eric returned from his toilet break, Michelle soon after. I wondered if Michelle had even gone to the bathroom or just used it as an excuse to leave Ginger and me alone for a few minutes. I thought to myself; would Michelle mind? That's what she's been hoping for all evening!
We drove back home, my mind in a whirl. Can I do this? I wondered. I knew what I wanted, nothing more than another soul-wrenching kiss with Ginger. But what comes after that? Is she prepared for the ‘after'? Is Eric ready? I knew the answer to that question from Michelle's point of view. She was looking forward to the ‘after' between Ginger and me.
We arrived at our house, and Michelle invited Ginger and Eric inside for just a moment to say goodbye. The four of us expressed how much we'd enjoyed the evening, and then Michelle went to Eric and kissed him goodbye on the cheek. I was surprised, thinking she'd be more into something a little more romantic with Eric. Ginger gave Michelle a hug, thanking her for the evening, then stepped over to me. I knew what Ginger had said in the restaurant, but I couldn't do it, as badly as I wanted to. I hugged her pretty hard and told her how glad I was to get back together again and stepped away. I was simply too afraid what another kiss would bring, and didn't think either Eric or Ginger were ready for what I wanted from her.
After they had left, Michelle looked at me and said, "You didn't kiss her. Why not?"
I shrugged my shoulders, indicating that I didn't want to talk about it.
"You could have, you know. She wanted you to, and so did Eric."
"I know, she told me. I couldn't do it, though. I want too much from her, more than she can give me, and if I kissed her like I wanted I don't think I could have stopped."
Michelle wasn't willing to let it go. "You will eventually, though, you'll probably go all the way with her. I think they both want that. Maybe they don't know it yet, but they will."
"I don't know; it scares me too much. But what about you and Eric? I thought you'd do more than a little peck on the cheek too."
She sighed a little. "Eric's a fun guy, but there isn't any chemistry between us. I'd like him to be a friend, but I don't think there'll ever be anything sexual between us, it just isn't there."
"Not quite like red-shirt guy last weekend?"
She snickered at my reminding her of him. "No, definitely not."
When we made love that night, Michelle knew that it was Ginger I was imagining being with. She didn't help when she pretended to be Ginger, telling me how badly she'd wanted me ever since high school.
Friday we went to our square dance workshop, but I could tell Michelle wasn't thinking much about square dancing. She had other things on her mind; I can't imagine what they might have been! I was thinking about Saturday night too, but also of Sunday, when Ginger and Eric were coming for dinner.
Saturday, Michelle spent the day getting ready for her professional debut. I heard her talking on the phone with Jacqui, telling her what was happening and giggling like a nervous teenager. I was glad she was still including Jacqui in her plans. It was Jacqui who helped her the first time she stripped as an amateur, surprising me big time.
Before she started getting dressed to go she told me she wanted to do this by herself, neither me nor Shaun there. When I complained a little, she reassured me that next time I'd be there, but this first time she didn't want any distractions. It was a bit hard to let her go by herself, but I respected her enough to abide by her wishes. I knew it was going to be a long evening at home, waiting for her.
She didn't even want me to watch her get ready, and when she came out of our bedroom she was wearing a long jacket, so I had no idea what she was wearing underneath. I know her goal had to be to kill me! For all I knew she might be stark naked under that jacket!
After she left, I was a nervous wreck and decided to treat myself to the Black Angus for dinner. At least I'd get a chance to see Trisha, who I hadn't seen since our fabulous weekend at the Round-up.
Unfortunately the restaurant was full, and I didn't get to sit in Trisha's section. I had to wait half an hour to get in, then had a man for a waiter, not at all what I was hoping. I saw Trisha several times, but I doubt she ever noticed I was there, as busy as she was. Just seeing her made me smile, remembering her flying kitty and that incredible night we'd spent together.
I had a good dinner but didn't particularly enjoy it. I did enjoy imagining what Michelle might be doing, though, although I wanted to be there! I finally got a chance to talk to Trisha for just a moment when I was leaving; she asked if I wanted to do something after she got off work. I told her I had to beg off because I needed to spend time with Michelle later.
She answered, "That's just as well, I'm exhausted tonight," and then she added, "another time, though?"
"I'm looking forward to it," I told her.
She was still rushing and had to go; we never did get a chance to talk about anything or make any upcoming plans.
I drove home depressed, climbed into bed and tried to go to sleep. No way I could though, wondering and worrying about my wife. What was happening? I knew she'd be taking her clothes off on stage but what else? Is she giving lap dances? Taking guys or women to the back room? It was driving me nuts not knowing!
At two-thirty I heard her car in the driveway. She came in the front door and back to our bedroom, and I was surprised to see she was still wearing the full jacket. As soon as she walked into our bedroom she dropped it, and my eyes popped open. She was totally naked underneath!
"Don't say a word," she said, "just fuck me!" She couldn't have expressed my thoughts any better.
From her expression and the tone of her request, I thought my wife wanted sex different than our typical. I got up and pushed her down on the bed on her hands and knees, got behind her and rammed my cock inside her. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!"
I'd never heard Michelle talk like that. She was almost crying as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy. She was pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts as frantically as I was driving into her. What came next shocked me to my core. "Fuck my ass." I hesitated a moment, shocked. "Please, fuck my ass," she was nearly in tears.
She and I haven’t ever done that, but I remembered watching Shaun with her. There was lube in the kitchen; we don't have any in our bedroom as we've never needed it. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and ran to the kitchen where I found the Vaseline. I smeared a bunch on my cock on my way back to the bedroom. Michelle was spread out, face down on the bed with her hand between her legs and her fingers inside her pussy, groaning, when I got back.
I climbed back on the bed and dipped out a glob of the Vaseline with my fingers, spreading it on her butt, my finger exploring just inside her anus. Michelle groaned when I pushed my finger inside her, and I couldn't imagine how my cock could fit as she was so tight around my finger. Michelle was still begging, "Fuck me, please fuck me!"
I pulled my finger out and spread her butt cheeks apart a little, holding my cock in line with her and pushed inside her. I think my cock had likely swelled to double my normal erection. Michelle pushed her butt back to me as I pushed and the head of my cock was inside her.
She was groaning, "Ahh, ahh... harder, push inside me!" I didn't want to hurt her, but she was nearly frantically pushing back to me, so I made a hard push, and my cock slipped all the way inside her. Michelle was spread out on the bed, her head thrown back, her fingers inside her pussy and my cock in her ass, yelling, "Oh God, oh God, so good! Harder!"
She was tight and felt so damn good! I plunged my cock harder and harder in and out of her ass as she was yelling, "Yes, fuck my ass, Yes!" I was nearly losing control of myself, feeling my orgasm rising from so far inside me that I had no clue what it was going to be like. I grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and rammed myself into her over and over again until I exploded, my orgasm lasting through several hard thrusts into her. I completely lost any awareness of what she was doing or her feelings in my frantic final few thrusts into my wife's ass!
When I finally did become aware again, Michelle and I were both covered in sweat, her fingers were still inside her pussy but not moving. For a brief moment, I feared that I'd hurt her, and she couldn't move until she moaned and rolled over, "Oh God, that was so good!"
The first question that came to my mind was, "What the hell got into you? What happened tonight?"
"Give me a few minutes and I'll try to tell you." We lay together for the next ten minutes before either of us had enough energy to talk. I think that was the most incredible sex we'd ever had, including all those times with Shaun or Mike. Whatever the hell she'd been through tonight, I hoped it continued!
She finally started to explain, "It wasn't what I expected; it was so much more." She paused a little bit before she went on, "I was blindfolded, then handcuffed with my hands behind my back around the pole. Then the girls spent the next two hours undressing me and using my body as their plaything in front of everyone."
"They took turns kissing me, sucking on my nipples and running their hands all over me, all while I was still blindfolded and handcuffed so I couldn't do anything except get hornier and hornier! I never knew when someone was going to suck my nipple or where on my body I'd feel someone. Some of the girls would be naked and put their nipple in my mouth too. When I started to get too tired to stand, they gave me a stool, but left me handcuffed to the pole."
"By the end I was naked and so damned horny and the next hour I served drinks, still naked, except for a tiny thong they gave me. When I left I didn't think I'd make it home, I was so horny. If it was an initiation to their club, I think I passed, but damn, I want to do it again!"
"Were there a lot of people there? Was it crowded?"
"There wasn't even standing room. Nicole told me that they'd spent the last two weeks announcing that I was going to be there, and it was the biggest crowd they'd ever had."
"So you're going to be a big star then, it sounds like?"
"I don't know about that, but people seem to enjoy me. I hope it keeps up and doesn't get boring."
I smiled at that; as if my wife taking her clothes off could ever get boring!
She told me, "I'm tired, we need to get some sleep before tomorrow."
We needed to get some rest since Ginger was coming to dinner and I wanted everything to be perfect.
First thing in the morning, Michelle showed me the envelope she'd brought home the night before, filled with her tip money. When we pulled it out of the envelope, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and my mind was reeling. We counted it all out; eight hundred thirty-four dollars! Holy crap, from one night? She told me that was after the club kept their twenty percent. Besides being fun, this little gig was going to be profitable!
Later, Michelle and I were scurrying around the house working on dinner and any last minute tidying. I couldn't help but watch my wife in her everyday clothes simply being a wife. It seemed impossible to comprehend that a little over twelve hours before, my wife, a stripper, had been naked on a stage in front of a couple hundred horny men and women, then begged me to fuck her in the ass.
Michelle made the lasagna and salad, and I made dinner rolls. Michelle makes a fabulous lasagna! We'd actually just ordered a new lasagna dish a couple weeks before and were anxious to try it out.
I couldn't kid myself; this dinner had been on my mind ever since I ran into Ginger at Costco. I knew I had a serious crush on her but this was a ‘couples' dinner, and I was going to have to keep my feelings to myself. I hoped it would go well so that we could become friends. I knew that would be a little hard, but now that I'd rediscovered my actual first love I wanted her and her husband as permanent friends, although I realized the kiss in the parking lot couldn't go any further than it already had.
Ginger and Eric arrived a few minutes early, just as I was finishing up with the dinner rolls, getting them ready to put in the oven alongside the lasagna. Michelle is an excellent hostess and invited them into the living room and visited the few minutes while I was fiddling with the rolls. When I finished, I stepped into the living room to greet our guests as well. Ginger was even prettier than I remembered, dressed in a blouse and pair of slacks; nothing sexy, but still stunning. Eric was a handsome man, I guess. I know it was totally unfair of me, but I was a little jealous that he'd married my high school sweetheart.
Maybe if I'd have ever let her know she was my sweetheart she might be by my side now. Then I realized what a dumb thought that was! I loved my Michelle and wouldn't change a thing even if I had the opportunity. Well, maybe I might have married both if it was legal.
However, putting dumb thoughts aside, what wasn't a silly thought was that I still definitely had a crush on Ginger, the cute, tall, leggy redhead from my youth. I'd just have to suppress it.
We sat down and started visiting. It turns out that we have some interests in common, primarily camping, the outdoors and the Seattle Seahawks. I haven't talked very much about our camping in these stories because it always seemed in the background, not particularly germane to our story until the camping trip to Wallowa Lake.
It seemed to me that Ginger was flirting with me; I noticed a lot of glances my way. At the dinner table, Michelle had arranged the seating with her and Eric on one side and Ginger and me on the other, opposite our respective spouses. When we all held hands and said a brief prayer of thanks, I have to admit my thoughts were on anything but the prayer. My hand was in Ginger's, and the electric shock going through my body wasn't very prayerful! Occasionally our knees would touch under the table sending more shock waves through me.
I had to force myself to keep from glancing at her face as we talked about our families and other things. Ginger's career as a travel consultant was so much more entertaining than mine or Eric’s, and Michelle's was mostly confidential so she couldn't talk about hers. She told us about the time she'd auto-dialed a hotel in Seattle and made reservations for a couple, but when they arrived, there were no reservations. She didn't understand what could have happened until she checked her autodial again and realized she'd accidentally dialed the chain’s San Francisco hotel instead. Luckily, there was a better hotel just down the street, and her firm made up the difference in cost. Another happy, satisfied customer!
Another story she told us was about the older lady who had made a reservation in a little out of the way lodge with a fully equipped kitchen. She called to complain that they didn't have an egg slicer, and suggested Ginger not recommend them again.
Then she told us about the man who she'd arranged a submarine excursion for, but hadn't told him it was going to be underwater, and he was all apeshit over her not letting him know that. Duh! Submarine – underwater, seemed kind of self-explanatory to her. We laughed at how dumb some people can be. Eric complained just a little that she hadn't told him any of these stories.
When Ginger put a hand under the table, resting it on her thigh, I restrained myself from reaching down and clasping her hand in mine. I didn't know if Eric noticed my glances at his wife, but he never reacted. Michelle, on the other hand, was grinning like a Cheshire Cat! She knew what was going on in my feeble mind, that I was having a hard time hiding the elephant in the room; that I had a major crush on Eric's wife!
After dinner, we sat in the living room and we talked about our square dance trip to Wallowa Lake. We told them how much fun we have square dancing and especially when we can combine it with camping or traveling. We left out some of the tawdry little details, but we made the Wallowa Lake trip sound as enjoyable as it was.
Ginger was fascinated by the square dancing, and I suggested that she and Eric might want to come to our lessons. I explained that they're every Friday evening, and we usually attend to help beginners, so would love to take them. Eric expressed a little skepticism, as guys quite often do, but Ginger assured us that she'd convince him. She was concerned that they wouldn't know anything and would slow down everyone else, but I assured her that wouldn't be a problem as Jim's always reviewing and in a couple of weeks they'd be caught up.
When Ginger and Eric left, Ginger gave me a goodbye hug, and I nearly lost my cool. I wanted to kiss her again so badly that it hurt! My feelings about her were both sexual and emotional. Those same feelings from high school were definitely there, including my fear of expressing myself. Of course, it was much more logical now since she was married. I still wanted a relationship with her though, even as I accepted the fact that it could never materialize because Ginger's a happily married woman.
Afterward, Michelle and I finished cleaning up the dinner dishes, and she said to me, "You have a thing for her, don't you?"
"You could tell, hunh?"
"How could I not? Your eyes were all over her the whole time!"
"Do you think Eric noticed? I thought I had hidden it pretty well."
"Well, you didn't. Either he didn't notice, or he didn't mind, and I'm suspecting the latter, as obvious as you were."
One thing was troubling me, and I had to admit to Michelle, "I don't think it's a good idea for us to take them square dancing. I'm not sure where it might lead, and it scares me."
"Why don't we let Ginger and Eric decide that? Ginger knows how you feel and I'm pretty sure Eric does too."
But they didn't, not even Michelle. She didn't feel the electricity going through my body at just touching knees. She didn't realize the depth of my feelings all the way back to high school. I knew how easy it was going to be to fall madly in love with Ginger, and that if we spent much time together it'd be almost impossible not to.
The next day I received a text from Ginger, "Thank you, Robert, so much for dinner. We both enjoyed it very much."
It took me by surprise a little, not that they'd liked dinner but just getting the text. I responded, "You're very welcome. Michelle and I enjoyed it too." I closed my eyes thinking about her, knowing how badly I wanted her, but she was totally off limits. That was when my phone chirped with another text that turned my world upside down. "I had told him about Costco, about the kiss."
That totally flabbergasted me! Eric and I had hit it off like the best of friends. Nothing had been mentioned about that night except that they were glad Ginger and I ran into each other. I'd have thought Eric might not have even wanted to come to dinner with us if he'd known about the kiss. I texted her back, "That surprises me, what did he say?"
"At first didn't seem too happy, and then kept asking me about it, wanted details. Think the more he thought about it that it kind of excited him."
I looked at my phone, having trouble digesting what I was reading. The only thing I could think of to reply to her was, "Wow!"
After what she'd said, her next e-mail was almost as surprising. "Square dancing Friday? What time?"
I knew how badly I wanted to see her again after that revelation. "Our house, six o'clock."
"We'll be there, thank you!"
My mind was in a whirl; she'd told him, and he still wanted to be friends. What does that mean? I had a rough day concentrating the rest of the day.
That evening I showed the string of texts to Michelle. "Well, what you said was impossible maybe isn't so impossible, is it?"
"Yeah, it still is, I can't do anything with her."
"And why would that be? Do you think your wife might be jealous?"
"I think maybe it's a little too emotional. I like her too much. If we started something, I don't think I'd be able to stop."
She grinned that evil, sexy grin at me, "Hmm, and it seems I said something along those same lines to you about Mike when you wanted me to see him again."
I didn't know how to explain it to Michelle. After seeing Ginger again after all these years, then that dinner, and I couldn't think of anything but her. That one kiss had brought my wanting her back so strongly; I felt like I was already madly in love with her. "Honey, I just can't, I don't know how to explain it, guess maybe I'll just blurt it out: I'm already in love with her, and I'd be afraid to do anything with her."
"Lust, my dear Robert, lust! We'll just see what happens Friday, won't we?"
She didn't understand. I'm not sure I did either. I didn't just want Ginger's body, although I badly wanted that too; what I wanted most was her soul. In short, I wanted Ginger, the woman! From the moment of that kiss in the Costco parking lot I knew I wanted her, maybe even before. Maybe I knew it the moment I'd said hello.
The week seemed long to me. Michelle spent her usual Wednesday and Thursday with Shaun. She was beaming when she got home Thursday evening. I asked her about it, and all she'd say was, "Heaven!"
When Friday evening came I was a nervous wreck. I didn't know how to spend another night with Ginger and withhold my real feelings from her. Maybe I didn't want to withhold them; I simply didn't know what to do. I did know that, as difficult as it'd be, I had to try to stay away from her as much as possible!
We rode together to the Eagle's Club, where our lessons were held, and chatted amiably for the fifteen-minute ride, staying totally away from the giant elephant in the car. I think I was the only one who realized just how big that elephant was. When we arrived, we introduced Ginger and Eric to the rest of our members and the class, telling them that we'd gone to school together and just been reacquainted, all entirely correct. Most of the beginners had been going for a few weeks by then, and we knew that the new class members would have to start from the beginning.
Our club members were disappointed when I had to tell them that Jacqui wouldn't be coming back, that she'd moved to Montana for a big promotion. She'd become extremely popular in our club both from her personality and the fact that she was a beautiful, young single woman. We all agreed that we hoped she'd stay with square dancing in Montana, and we'd see her at festivals. Personally, I wanted to see her a lot more than that, but I wasn't particularly hopeful as far away as she was.
The time for the dancing came, and Ginger and Eric coupled up in one of the squares. I planned to take Michelle to a different square when she went over and grabbed Eric's hand, taking him to another square, leaving me with Ginger. I understood what my wife was doing; it's always easier to learn if you're not with another beginner. But what she was really doing was making sure that I was dancing with Ginger!
Standing next to her, with our shoulders touching, the passion surged through me. The second I took her hand, it felt like an electric shock running through my entire body. Her hand was so soft and sensual! I refrained from letting out the moan of pleasure that had embedded itself in me! I simply had no idea how I was going to get through the two hours of dancing partnered with this woman!
Jim taught the basics, allemande left, promenade, right and left through, and every touch sent another shock wave through me. Holding hands with Ginger was such a pleasure. I wasn't merely holding her hand; I was caressing it whenever the opportunity presented itself and quite often we found ourselves with fingers intertwined in a very non-square dance handhold.
When Jim taught a square dance swing with our partners, I put my arm around Ginger's waist and felt for the first time what I knew to be her softness under her clothes. Even when we had kissed in the Costco parking lot I hadn't put my arms around her waist; I was simply too shocked. Now, with my right hand on her waist and her left hand on my shoulder, I looked into her eyes and thought I saw the same emotion that I was feeling for her. I hoped the other members in our square couldn't see it. The only thing I wanted to do in that instant was to pull her to me and kiss her!
When the moment passed as Jim was explaining how to swing properly I quickly looked around, relieved that no one else was paying attention to us. No one, that is, except Michelle in the adjacent square, who knew exactly what was happening!
We periodically rested, then formed a square with new couples. Each time Michelle insisted that I dance with Ginger. She simply had no clue of the fire she was playing with! I admit that I should have insisted we change partners and dance with our spouse, but dancing with Ginger was simply too pleasurable to resist. At the end of the evening, Jim taught one final square dance move, a yellowrock with your partner.
I'd often kidded with my partners, drawing out the yellowrock into a long, affectionate hug meant to be simply kidding fun. This time, however, when I drew it out in much the same manner, our cheeks touching, I held Ginger's body to mine tightly, feeling every curve of her body next to mine.
When someone yelled, "Hey, Robert, enough already!" I backed away, and we both laughed as if it was the same friendly hug as always. However, both Ginger and I knew it was anything but that!
Afterward, the four of us went to dinner at the Olive Garden. When we got into the car, Michelle playfully stated that she liked the partner she had and climbed in the back seat with Eric, leaving Ginger and me in the front seat together. At the restaurant she put her arm around Eric's waist, accompanying him to our table, and sat next to him, leaving Ginger and me together on the other side of the table.
There were a couple of times during dinner when our fingers touched under the table, but we tried to maintain a detached demeanor. Michelle was openly flirting with Eric, laughing with him at his silly jokes and making sure that their chairs were close enough together to touch shoulders. I knew what she was doing, wanting Ginger and me to flirt the same way. My emotions were simply too strong. I didn't want to flirt; I wanted to hold her, kiss her, make love to her!
When Eric got up to excuse himself to go to the bathroom, Michelle said she had to go as well, leaving Ginger and me alone for the first time. I looked at her, I knew with a palpable longing in my eyes, and asked her, "What did your text mean? Does Eric want something to happen between us?"
"I think so. I think he wants you to kiss me again, similar to the last time."
"And what do you want; do you want the same thing?"
"You can't tell? I've wanted it all night!"
"And more? I don't think I can kiss you again without wanting more... lots more."
"Just one time and see what happens, please?" Then she added, "Would Michelle mind?"
Before I had a chance to answer her, Eric returned from his toilet break, Michelle soon after. I wondered if Michelle had even gone to the bathroom or just used it as an excuse to leave Ginger and me alone for a few minutes. I thought to myself; would Michelle mind? That's what she's been hoping for all evening!
We drove back home, my mind in a whirl. Can I do this? I wondered. I knew what I wanted, nothing more than another soul-wrenching kiss with Ginger. But what comes after that? Is she prepared for the ‘after'? Is Eric ready? I knew the answer to that question from Michelle's point of view. She was looking forward to the ‘after' between Ginger and me.
We arrived at our house, and Michelle invited Ginger and Eric inside for just a moment to say goodbye. The four of us expressed how much we'd enjoyed the evening, and then Michelle went to Eric and kissed him goodbye on the cheek. I was surprised, thinking she'd be more into something a little more romantic with Eric. Ginger gave Michelle a hug, thanking her for the evening, then stepped over to me. I knew what Ginger had said in the restaurant, but I couldn't do it, as badly as I wanted to. I hugged her pretty hard and told her how glad I was to get back together again and stepped away. I was simply too afraid what another kiss would bring, and didn't think either Eric or Ginger were ready for what I wanted from her.
After they had left, Michelle looked at me and said, "You didn't kiss her. Why not?"
I shrugged my shoulders, indicating that I didn't want to talk about it.
"You could have, you know. She wanted you to, and so did Eric."
"I know, she told me. I couldn't do it, though. I want too much from her, more than she can give me, and if I kissed her like I wanted I don't think I could have stopped."
Michelle wasn't willing to let it go. "You will eventually, though, you'll probably go all the way with her. I think they both want that. Maybe they don't know it yet, but they will."
"I don't know; it scares me too much. But what about you and Eric? I thought you'd do more than a little peck on the cheek too."
She sighed a little. "Eric's a fun guy, but there isn't any chemistry between us. I'd like him to be a friend, but I don't think there'll ever be anything sexual between us, it just isn't there."
"Not quite like red-shirt guy last weekend?"
She snickered at my reminding her of him. "No, definitely not."
When we made love that night, Michelle knew that it was Ginger I was imagining being with. She didn't help when she pretended to be Ginger, telling me how badly she'd wanted me ever since high school.
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