Michelles Continuing Affair Ch 2
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I backed out of our parking space and headed up Highway 395 toward thefreeway. As we passed the turn toward our house, Michelle asked me, “Hey, I thought we were headed home. Where are we going?”
“Home a little later. I have something else in mind first.” She looked at me quizzically until we got to the freeway and turned toward Umatilla.
“Are we? You’re taking us to the Honey Bunz?”
I didn’t answer her, but instead looked at Trisha in the mirror, “Is that okay with you? I thought it might be fun with a couple lovely companions.”
I couldn’t see Trisha in the mirror to see her facial expression, but she told me, “It sounds like fun. I’ve never been there but always wondered what it was like.”
“Cool, I guess you know that Michelle was there once a few weeks ago.”
Michelle spoke, “I hope you know I’m not getting on the stage again. Once in a lifetime was enough for me!”
“But I thought you had fun?” I asked her.
“I did, I loved it, but I don’t think I could do it again.”
“Well anyway, this time, I was planning on us just being spectators, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
That seemed to satisfy her that I didn’t have any ulterior motives. Not to say I wasn’t kind of hoping that things might turn out a bit different though! I looked in the mirror, back at Trisha and asked her, “How about you Trisha, you know so much about us, but we don’t know much about you. Can you tell us a little about yourself? Ever married, kids, what led you to the Black Angus?
“Well, let’s see, yes I was married. Married my high school sweetheart when I was eighteen, we have two kids, a girl eleven and a boy fourteen. My loving husband decided he liked a younger girl he met at a party and I divorced him three years ago.”
“Wow, that must have been pretty rough, are you okay now?” Michelle asked.
“It took me quite a while, but I’m over him now. Funny thing is, now that I’ve met you guys I realized maybe I could have lived with him having a girlfriend except he was sneaking around and lying to me about her.”
“That’s too bad,” Michelle said, “Is he with her now? What about the kids, where are they?”
“They moved in together shortly after our divorce. They never married and I don’t know if they will. The kids are with me during the week and he picks them up Saturday before I go to work and brings them home Sunday evening. We close at nine on Sundays so I’m not so late getting home.”
“What are their name?” I asked.
“Petra, after my mom and Jonathan because we liked the name.”
“Those are pretty names, especially Petra,” Michelle told her.
We sat silently for a few minutes while I drove until Trisha said, “All my good friends call me Trish. You can call me that if you want.”
Michelle and I spoke almost exactly in unison, “Thank you, I will.”
A few minutes later, Trish asked Michelle, “May I ask, how exactly did you come to be wearing,” A slight pause, “You know, a transparent blouse with nothing under it?”
Michelle giggled, “Well, it’s kind of a long story. But to condense it a little, I’d bought some things to wear on a trip with Shaun, kind of sexy things. I thought I’d buy something special for my husband, just for the house. Then in a moment of madness I told him I’d wear it out with him one time not thinking that he’d really make me do it, but here we are.”
I chucked at that, she hadn’t ever told me that. “You honestly didn’t think I would?”
“No! I wouldn’t have offered if I’d thought so.”
“But didn’t it make you feel special and sexy with all those guys drooling over you tonight?”
“Mmhmm, but it was embarrassing too.”
I chuckled, I loved her being exposed and embarrassed, didn’t feel sorry for her in the least! “Well I hope you’re up to a little more sexy and embarrassed, cuz no sweater this time. You go in just as you are.”
We were crossing the bridge over the Columbia River and the exit is right after the bridge. I turned on my blinker and turned right onto Hwy 730 into Umatilla. The whole City is only half a mile long and the club is about a quarter mile from the exit.
I actually do believe in trying to be a gentleman, opening doors for the ladies and other little bits of chivalry. After I parked, I hurried around to the other side of the car to open Michelle’s and Trisha’s doors for them. Maybe I had a tiny ulterior motive, watching those luscious ladies sliding out of the car. I hadn’t seen what Trisha had changed into until then. She had a pretty, soft looking light blue blouse and a wrap around skirt coming just above her knees, tied on the side with a single ribbon. I wasn’t thinking about what it might be like later pulling that little bow knot, honest!
I followed the ladies into the club, admiring their hips swaying. I thought there would be no possibility that any girl inside could give a better show than I was getting right then. I paid my cover charge to the security man right inside the door as he was commenting on the attractive ladies I was with. I still thought it was blatant sexism that I have to pay a cover charge and the girls don’t. Who could imagine – a strip club being sexist!
We found a seat at a table at the edge of the stage. For some reason there was a relatively small crowd, leaving several empty tables next to the stage. I’d described the club in my earlier story, “Michelle’s Continuing Affair Ch 9,” but for those who haven’t read that, the stage was only about a foot high, round with a narrow walkway to the dressing rooms and the pole off to one side, with seating all the way around. It’s very intimate, the dancers very close to the audience and nice soft, flickering lighting. For a small town, it’s a very surprisingly upscale establishment. Maybe because it’s the only one in Eastern Oregon or Washington.
As soon as we sat down, one of the serving girls asked us if we’d like anything to drink. I had to drive home so just ordered a diet coke but thought, what the heck, why not get my two ladies something a bit stronger so asked for two Singapore Slings. I’d remembered having some of those in Kodiak on our first anniversary night. It’s sweet, fruity and plenty of alcohol that you can barely taste, just what I wanted to help loosen the inhibitions of the two lovely ladies with me. Devious, mean, conniving, underhanded; Yep, that’s me!
We sat drinking our drinks as a couple dancers gyrated out of their clothes. I know I was getting hornier by the minute with the bulge in my pants becoming rather obvious. I was actually kind of biding my time, hoping that something might happen with one or both of the ladies sitting next to me who were also squirming in their seats, skirts slipping higher exposing plenty of leg and thigh. Michelle’s nipples were pointed and alert, showing that she was obviously turned on as well.
One of the girls serving drinks, wearing a little bra and tight, micro-shorts (I guess that’s what you’d call them) stopped at our little group. She said her name was Rebecca, Becca for short, asked if we’d like a little personal dance. Michelle turned a little red in the face and declined but Trisha said it sounded like fun.
Becca sat her serving tray down on our table and I handed her two twenty dollar bills. She put them on her tray and stepped over in front of Trisha, closed her eyes and started rubbing her hands over her body. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and let it fall away but held an arm in front of her breasts. When she let her arm fall away, she leaned forward so one of her nipples was right in front of Trisha’s mouth. Trisha licked her lips and put her hands around Becca’s waist trying to pull her closer.
Becca kept leaning forward until her nipple was brushing against Trisha’s lips. As soon as Trisha opened her mouth and started to suck a nipple in, Becca backed away and whispered, “Naughty, naughty!” She slipped her hands under her shorts and started to slip them down revealing a tiny little thong. When the shorts dropped to the floor, she spread her legs apart and sat down on Trisha’s lap.
While this was happening, another girl came out on the stage. The announcer introduced her as Nicole. Michelle poked me in the ribs (I was kinda pre-occupied watching Trisha and Becca) and whispered in my ear, “She’s the one who helped me out that night I was here. She’s nice.” I did notice that she was very pretty and sexy too!
I glanced away from Trisha for a moment and watched Nicole revolving around the pole with her little nurse’s costume. I could watch only for a moment though as Trisha’s mouth was at that moment wrapping around Becca’s nipple and her hands were caressing Becca’s butt. That was hard to look away from!
Finally, Becca did move away from Trisha but leaned down and kissed her on the lips and whispered something in her ear. I couldn’t hear, but when Becca left, Trisha was shaking and whispered to me, “I’m horny!”
“So am I! What did she say to you?”
“She asked if I could stay after closing.”
I looked at her inquisitively, “Do you want to do that?”
“I’d love to, but I think we might have enough fun on our own. Maybe another time I might though.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nicole’s dress fall to the floor with nothing but a tiny thong on underneath it. I started watching her as she danced toward us. She stopped right in front of us, actually in front of Michelle to be precise. She stood there putting her hands out to Michelle, asking my wife to join her on the stage. Michelle’s face turned red and she shook her head no but Nicole was a little more insistent. She reached down and took hold of Michelle’s hands and pulled slightly. I whispered in Michelle’s ear, “Come on babe, you know you really want to, go ahead, you’ll love it.” I was hoping the Singapore Sling had done its work. I knew Michelle was horny already and really wanted to see her up on that stage again.
Finally, with Nicole gently pulling her hands and my urging, Michelle started to get to her feet. As she started to step up on the stage, the announcer said, “And now ladies and gentlemen, a special unexpected treat, once again the lovely Amber!”
I leaned over and whispered to Trisha, “When she was here before, she went by the name Amber.”
Encouraged by Nicole, Michelle turned toward our side of the stage and started slowly dancing. Nicole moved up behind her and started nibbling gently on my wife’s neck and rubbed her hands up and down over her hips, moving up to cup Michelle’s breasts in her hands. Michelle’s eyes were closed and her face took on that hazy, lusty look while Nicole nuzzled on her neck and her ear until she finally turned her head and allowed Nicole to kiss her open mouthed on the lips while they both gently swayed to the music together.
I was hardly believing what I was seeing! To my knowledge, Michelle hadn’t ever done anything with another woman more than a non-sexual kiss on the cheeks and here she was, engaged in a passionate kiss with a stripper on a stage in front of thousands of people (well, almost).
Nicole’s hands moved from cupping Michelle’s breasts to the buttons of her blouse, undoing one after the other until her blouse swung completely open. After it was undone, Nicole backed up slightly, just enough to allow her to skim Michelle’s blouse down and to the floor, leaving her completely nude above the waist.
My wife had seemed to turn to a puddle of lust in Nicole’s arms, letting Nicole turn her around and take her face in her hands to kiss. This was a sight I thought I’d never see! Even with all Michelle had opened her sexuality in the last year, seeing her kissing another woman like this was totally unexpected. When I asked for the Singapore Sling, I’d hoped that Michelle would do another strip tease, but I certainly hadn’t expected her to be doing it with another girl!
As I sat watching her, my mouth agape, two things happened simultaneously that nearly caused me to lose my control: Nicole bent down and took one of Michelle’s nipples in her mouth causing Michelle to arch her back and groan; and Trisha sitting next to me wrapped her hand around my rock hard cock over my pants.
I glanced over at her and she leaned to me and met my lips with hers enfolding her other hand around my neck, pulling me into her as our lips and tongues met. I could taste the sweet alcohol on her lips as she tried to consume my soul through her mouth.
With my mind distracted from the unbelievable scene playing itself out on the stage right in front of us, I rested my hand on Trisha’s knee and slowly inched my finger under her skirt up her soft, smooth thigh, feeling the heat of her body, noticing her opening her knees to allow me to explore and feel her very damp, silken panties.
As I toyed with Trisha’s panties, not quite having the bravery to reach my fingers under them, I couldn’t help but pay attention to Michelle on the stage right in front of us. Nicole was reaching behind Michelle’s waist and slowly lowering the zipper of her skirt at the same time as they were kissing. When she finally had it unzipped, she pushed it down off her hips letting it fall to the floor, followed only a moment later with her panties.
My beautiful wife was now wearing nothing except those black, semi-transparent lacy stockings and her high heels. Her bare, waxed pussy was once again fully on display in front of a crowd of people. I guess the money for that Singapore Sling was definitely a wise investment!
My Michelle was on stage grinding her bare pussy into Nicole’s panties. Over the music, I heard Michelle say to Nicole, “This isn’t fair!” She pushed her hands under Nicole’s panties and pushed them to the floor as well. Now both girls were writhing together naked, caressing each other with hands and grinding their hips together as they kissed. The music was sexy, the lighting was sexy, the girls were sexy, everything about this display was sexy!
Michelle’s hands were around Nicole’s neck and Nicole’s hands were pulling Michelle’s hips into hers when the music finally ended. I could tell from Michelle’s face how close she was to coming, frustrated as Nicole pulled away from her. They both picked up their clothes and strolled back to the dressing area, arms wrapped around each other’s waist.
When my wife and Nicole were finally out of sight, I was able to take a breath, totally shellshocked! Michelle hadn’t ever indicated even the slightest sexual interest in another woman and I had had difficulty processing what I’d just witnessed. I was also horny! I guess that’s kind of an understatement.
I looked at Trisha sitting beside me, my hand still under her skirt, although it had been several minutes since I’d even realized it. I pulled my hand out and pulled Trisha to me, kissing her passionately and groped one of her breasts through her blouse. That’s how Michelle found us when she came back onto the floor. She tapped me on my shoulder and asked, “Are you two lovebirds about finished? We need to get out of here and go home!”
I couldn’t agree more. We needed to get someplace private, preferably our house where the three of us could satisfy some of those urges that were erupting to the boiling point. When we left I dropped a couple twenty dollar bills on the table for Becca, along with my cell number, just in case. As we left, the man at the front door told Michelle, “Come back anytime sweetheart, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to this club!”
I got in the front seat and the two women in the back. Before we were out of the parking lot, I heard kissing and moaning noises coming from the back seat.
It’s a thirty minute drive to our house, maybe the longest thirty minutes ever listening to the back seat and not being able to do a thing about it! It was dark and I couldn’t see except occasionally when a car passed us on the freeway with its headlights lighting up the interior. In those brief moments I saw that both blouses were off and the ladies were taking turns sucking on breasts, tongues and various other parts of anatomies. When the headlight passed and I couldn’t see any more I felt tortured by the moaning and other noises. Never once did I think that I could have turned on the damn dome light! Dumb, dumb, dumb!
When we arrived at our house, I pulled into the garage and we all piled out eager to satisfy our lust in a more comfortable setting. Both girls stripped out of their skirts and Trisha out of her panties. Michelle left her crotchless panties on, I guess thinking how sexy it would be making love with them on. I guess I kind of agreed with her thinking!
It’s a little hard to explain how I was feeling. I intended to make love with Trisha. The word vindictive toward Michelle definitely isn’t the right word, but she’d never actually seen me make love with another girl like I had watched her with her Alec, Mike and Shaun. I wanted her to feel that bittersweet jealousy, to want me as badly as I’d wanted her on those times. I loved Michelle and enjoyed every second of those encounters, but I also knew that watching is a torture in itself and I wanted Michelle to experience that sweet torture!
Did all of that go through my mind in detail as I was about to fuck Trisha? No, but I definitely glimpsed it and knew that’s what I wanted, besides the fact that I definitely wanted Trisha, badly!
We were beyond any foreplay. I needed to be inside her and her panties were totally soaked with her own desire! When she’d removed her panties, she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and I plunged myself into her. I won’t say that I wasn’t conscious of Michelle watching with shock on her face. Once my cock was embedded deep inside Trisha, I paused just a moment letting her get used to me and enjoying that exquisite feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock.
Trisha took that moment and pulled Michelle down in front of her, burying her face into Michelle’s pussy. I watched as Michelle pushed her hips up into Trisha, pulling at her hair. Then I started to pump in and out of Trisha causing her to start gasping and losing her ability to continue eating my wife’s pussyu. Neither Trisha or I could last longer than a few moments. She started coming, her body tensing and shaking around me, causing me to completely lose my grasp and unload deep inside her.
When Trisha collapsed, she managed to scoot herself up a little on Michelle’s body so that their lips could come together in a kiss, with me on top of the two of them. The only one who hadn’t been sated was Michelle. Her experience with Trisha’s tongue inside her vagina was too brief for her to have come.
I rolled off of Trisha on one side and Trisha rolled off Michelle on the other side. I cupped Michelle’s face in my hands and kissed her, enjoying her soft lips on mine. At the same time Trisha was sucking on one of my wife’s nipples. Michelle was between us groaning and bucking her hips, desperate for me to make love with her.
I had what I thought was an absolute brainstorm. I rolled off the bed, found Michelle’s purse and dug her cell phone out of it. I returned to Michelle’s side and suggested to her, “I think you should call Shaun and see if he’d like to come over.” I wanted to see her and Shaun together once again with Michelle in this ultra-horny mood.
“Ohh, it’s the middle of the night. He’s sleeping,” she growled at me.
“Do you think he wouldn’t be interested? My guess is that he’ll be here in a flash.”
“Hand me the damn phone then!”
I gave her the phone and with her shaking hands she found Shaun’s number. Michelle waited for a little bit until she said into the phone, “Hi, can you come over? I need you.”
“No, I’m fine, I just need you. I’m horny!”
With that, she pressed the little red disconnect button and handed the phone back to me. “He’s on his way.”
I chuckled, “I thought he might.”
I mentioned that I had to go to the bathroom and suggested to Trisha, “Why don’t you play with her a little while till Shaun gets here.” Then I added, “But don’t let her come.”
Trisha grinned at me. I think she knew what I was planning, “Mmm, fun! I’ll be glad to.”
I hurried off to the bathroom before disaster struck, but couldn’t help but watch just a little as Trisha continued to nibble on a nipple and rub her fingers over Michelle’s bare pussy lips.
When I returned from the bathroom Michelle was bucking her hips into Trisha’s fingers and nearly crying with her frustration. I stood back and simply watched, my grin becoming wider on my face. It seemed only a few minutes until the doorbell rang. I’m sure it had seemed much longer to Michelle.
Michelle rushed to the door and opened it, pulling Shaun into the room. Her hands were literally shaking as she knelt down in front of him, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out to wrap her lips around him, groaning as she pulled him as deeply into her throat as she could. Shaun became almost unbelievably hard in only a moment. My wife stood back up to kiss him briefly before telling him, “Fuck me Shaun, Hard!”
Shaun pushed his pants down, turned Michelle around against the wall which just happened to have a full height wall mirror and pushed Michelle’s legs apart. She was standing in front of the mirror, supporting herself with her hands, her stocking clad legs spread apart, still wearing the crotchless panties and high heels. I don’t know when I’ve seen a woman looking so blatantly sexual. Shaun didn’t even hesitate as he rooted himself deep into her from behind. Trisha had obviously done her work well as Michelle’s pussy lips were well lubricated and didn’t offer any resistance to Shaun’s hard cock. Michelle was literally screaming, I have no idea what her words were, mostly just grunting and other noises as her hips were bucking back trying to take Shaun deeper and deeper.
I was standing in the hallway with a very naked Trisha standing in front of me watching my wife being fucked by her boyfriend. I had leaned down with my cheek against Trisha’s and my hand between her legs with three fingers as far inside her as I could reach. Trisha’s seemed to be having a little trouble breathing and was pumping her hips against my fingers, but I just kept them there with a little slight movement so she wouldn’t forget.
Michelle was panting hard and the moment she finally orgasmed will be embedded in my mind forever. Her gorgeous face drained of its color, her body shook and I saw wave after wave of orgasmic frenzy on her face as she screamed out her ecstasy! Shaun continued to ram in and out of her throughout and her orgasm seemed to go on forever.
When it finally seemed to have ended, Shaun withdrew from her, still as hard as he was when he began and gripped her around the waist to support her from from falling when her limbs had turned to jelly. When she finally was able to stand on her own again, I heard Shaun ask her, “Do you have any lube?”
I had no idea what he wanted with lube. She was already so slick from her juices that Shaun certainly didn’t need any lube to finish himself inside her. I didn’t understand why he hadn’t. I could see the look of inquisitiveness on Michelle’s mind as well as she mumbled, “Kitchen, corner cabinet, above the counter, Vaseline.”
Michelle waited, staying in the same position until Shaun returned about fifteen seconds later. Shaun slipped her panties down off her legs and she stepped out of them. Then he pushed her legs apart again and smeared the Vaseline over his cock. When he was finished, he took her hip in one hand and with the other, guided his cock to her rear, pressing himself against her. I was shaking, finally understanding what he intended. When Michelle understood, she started to cry, “No Shaun! I’ve never, we’ve never.”
Shaun simply began to push, gently at first, then a little harder. Michelle was nearly begging, “No, please, it hurts!”
Shaun backed off just a little and told her, “Relax babe, you’ll like it, I promise.”
I saw Michelle’s face in the mirror gritting her teeth and looking down, “I’ll try.”
Shaun started to push a little more and I saw the head of his cock penetrate her as Michelle was whimpering. Shaun pulled back once again before pushing once again, this time slowly burying himself completely inside her. I couldn’t help but remember the time Jacqui and I had done the same thing in an old Virginia City whorehouse converted to a hotel.
Michelle was moaning, “Ahh, Ahh, go slow, I’ve never done this before.” But she was allowing Shaun to fuck her in the ass. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised by this. Michelle’s inhibitions have been falling one right after the other, things that she’s never done with me. We tried it once not long after we were married but neither of us liked it. Of course we didn’t use the lube either, didn’t know we were supposed to. I watched Shaun’s cock sinking slowly, pulling back out of her and sinking back in as my wife closed her eyes and moaned.
It was only a moment or two until Michelle’s reaction started to change. She was thrusting her butt out to him as he pushed in, her head thrown back in bliss as her beautiful hair was spread across her back. Shaun’s hands were on Michelle’s hips, holding her as his cock plunged in and out of her. This went on several minutes as Michelle threw her head back and forth, arching her hips out to him over and over again and reached one hand down to furiously rub her clit, in and out of her pussy. Once again I was watching as another huge orgasm started to build inside her. Shaun and Michelle’s bodies were covered with a sheen of sweat from the furious fucking. Shaun fucked my wife harder and harder until he finally let out a loud, gargled groan and pushed himself as deep into her as he could, holding himself there. Just as her orgasm hit, my wife caught my eyes in the mirror for just a moment before she closed them and her mouth formed a silent scream that seemed to go on forever.
When Michelle’s orgasm finally ended, she literally collapsed onto the carpeted floor and curled up in a little ball with Shaun right behind her, his arms around her. Both lay on the floor trying to recover.
Even after watching my wife do this with Shaun, I don’t think I ever could with her, she was my wife, the woman who nurses me when I’m sick, who wears a flannel nightie and snuggles me when she’s cold. Even with her opening sexuality in the last year, I know this is something that’ll always be off limits between the two of us. But watching her with Shaun, I felt my jealousy toward him rise tenfold! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so arousing as my wife panting and thrusting her butt out to take more and more of another lover inside her ass!
When it was obvious Michelle and Shaun were finished, Trisha and I retreated to the bedroom and shortly I heard the door to one of the guest rooms close. Trisha and I were both extraordinarily horny and made love once again. This time it wasn’t the mad fucking like earlier, we were in the missionary position, kissing and fondling each other as we made love.
Afterwards, as we lay in bed spooned together, I couldn’t help but ask her, “The first time Michelle and I met you, you mentioned a boyfriend. Is it serious between you and him?
She snuggled her body back tighter against me. “I said that because I didn’t know what else to say. I’ve had a few dates since our divorce, but never anything serious. There isn’t any boyfriend.”
I was actually quite thrilled with what she’d just said. “And if someone asked you that same question now, what would you say?”
Trisha rolled over and kissed me, “I’d definitely and truthfully say I have a boyfriend.” I smiled at the thought, then she added, “And a couple girlfriends.” Then she giggled in my arms. My last thoughts before I went to sleep were that the evening and night had turned out far beyond my wildest expectations!
I woke up late the next morning with the lovely Trisha’s arm spread over me and her breast pressed against my chest. I gently slid out from under her and dressed. Trisha continued to sleep with her bare back exposed above the covers. Watching her for a moment and thinking about last night caused my little man to start to swell once again, although not enough to climb back into bed with her. As well as he’d been sated last night, it might be another week before he could do it again. I hoped not!
I padded softly down the hall, stopping briefly in front of the door where Michelle and Shaun were sleeping. Do I look? Nah, I pretty much know what I’d see without looking. Michelle would be naked, scrawled across Shaun’s body. I decided I needed to honor my wife’s privacy so I only pushed the door open a little, just enough to peek. I was wrong, she wasn’t scrawled across his body like I’d imagined, she was sitting up on his waist, slowly riding his cock up and down while he had his arms around her waist and was sucking one of her breasts. I slowly pushed the door closed, a smile on my lips.
Pancakes were ready and bacon was on the pellet grill when the rest of our foursome joined me in the kitchen in a little while. We ate in companionable silence as I think we all were a little afraid to broach the subject of the night before. After breakfast, Michelle and I carted the dishes into the kitchen to clean up. I was anxious to talk about last night with her alone, but she simply told me, “Shaun’s taking Alyssa (his daughter) to the mall and then out for dinner and he’s invited me. I’m going to go home with Shaun this morning.”
My disappointment must have shown on my face as she quickly added, “It’s okay honey, I love you but Shaun invited me and I couldn’t refuse. Besides, I know you’ll want to spend some time with Jacqui when she gets home.”
“Will you be home tonight?”
“No, I don’t think so. Spend the night with Jacqui. I’ll call you later.”
She kissed me, returning to the dining room and took Shaun’s hand. Shaun thanked me for the great breakfast and said they were leaving. I watched as Shaun escorted my wife to his car, his arm possessively around her waist as she kissed him right before sliding in his car on the passenger side.
Trisha was still sitting at the table when I returned to her but told me that she also needed to get home to get ready for her shift at work. Her car was still at the Black Angus so I drove her there. Before she got out of my car, she kissed me very sweetly on my lips and thanked me for a wonderful evening. I asked when I could see her again and she said she was off work Tuesday and Wednesday. I told her I’d call her when I had a little more idea about my own plans.
Jacqui was due in at the airport in a couple hours so I drove on over to her house to wait a little bit before picking her up. While I waited, I thought again how much our lives had changed in such a short time. I’d always been so shy around girls and smiled that at least that little problem seemed to have cleared itself up. I wondered what would eventually happen between me and Michelle. I have to admit that as much as my love for her has only grown, I was starting to feel a little uneasy and very jealous of her relationship with Shaun, not that I hadn’t encouraged every bit of it – and knew I’d continue to do so in spite of my reservations.
I also couldn’t help but wonder about my own relationship with both Jacqui and Trisha. I didn’t want to lose Jacqui as I’d definitely grown to love her very much, but her moving to Montana was certainly going to put a major crimp on continuing our bond. I wondered, with the distance between us, would she be more inclined to date and find a man she could marry. My heart nearly broke at the thought at the same time what logical part of my brain still existed hoped that’s exactly what would happen.
Then Trisha, I’d realized that I can’t sleep with a woman without developing deep, emotional feelings for her. I wasn’t the kind of guy to ‘love-em and leave-em’. I’d been out with Trisha twice, both times ending in our bed together. I remembered how Jacqui and I had done the same thing in the beginning but then reverted to simply dating without the sex. Maybe I’d propose the same thing to Trisha unless Michelle objected. Maybe Trisha would want to move on to someone else, someone who was a better marriage prospect than I’d ever be. Maybe after watching Trisha and me making love last night Michelle wouldn’t want me to see her again. If so, I’d honor her wishes.
The time came to drive to the airport and pick up Jacqui. I put my ruminations aside and simply looked forward to seeing her again. It seemed an eternity since she’d left on Wednesday. There’d been lots of times we’d gone much longer than that without seeing or talking to each other, but this was completely different. She’d always been there, a short drive away but this time she wasn’t. My eyes started to get teary thinking of her actually living five hundred miles away.
Her big grin was the most welcome sight on earth when I first saw her walking toward me in the airport waiting area. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed like long lost lovers when she reached me. When our kiss broke, she had to wipe tears from her eyes as well. Both our eyes were red knowing what was to come shortly.
We picked up Jacqui’s baggage and rolled them to my car. The Pasco airport is relatively small so it’s only a short walk to the short term parking. Once we were in the car, the only thing I was interested in was what she’d found out in Montana. When I asked, Jacqui gave her answer away when she hesitated in answering and looked away.
She turned back toward me, “They don’t want to wait. They want me there right away.”
I glanced over at her, “Right away, as in next week, two weeks?”
“No, like Tuesday, day after tomorrow.”
I know my face turned white and I gripped the steering wheel hard. It’d only been eight days ago that she found out about this. They had said six or eight weeks, time for both of us to at least try to emotionally prepare, but Tuesday, day after tomorrow, no way!
Jacqui went on, “I found a little apartment I liked a lot and it’s already rented. The company is going to hire a moving company to come in and pack and move everything for me, then they’ll help working with a realtor to sell my house so all I have to do is pack a few clothes tomorrow and leave Tuesday morning.” Jacqui was talking as fast as she could and when she stopped she started sobbing, “I don’t want to do this! I don’t want to leave you!”
I found the nearest driveway and pulled into it, pulling Jacqui into my arms, letting her cry. I was trying my best to keep myself from crying to be strong for her. When her tears subsided a little, she pulled away from me and I wiped her cheeks, telling her, “Jacqui, sweetheart, yes you do. This is the opportunity you’ve been waiting for, what you’ve been working toward. We’ll be okay. We’ll still get to see each other. It’ll be different but we’ll work it out.” I said the words for Jacqui’s benefit but inside I knew they weren’t true. I didn’t want her to go! I knew our relationship would never be the same.
I backed out of the driveway. I wondered what the owner thought of this strange car pulling into their driveway and stopping there before leaving. I held Jacqui’s hand tightly on the rest of our drive to her house. When we arrived, I unloaded her suitcases and we went straight into her bedroom, lying down on her bed together, kissing and simply loving each other, fully clothed. We didn’t make love, it was too emotional even for that. We held each other and caressed each other’s faces, wiping our tears away.
Later in the evening, we went to dinner at the Olive Garden, ordered pretty small servings and took much of it home with us. We made love that night, slowly and very sensual.
I hadn’t even realized that Michelle hadn’t called until the next morning when I was getting ready for work and my phone rang. She said she was fine and I didn’t want to tell her about Jacqui over the phone. When Michelle asked if I could meet her for lunch I didn’t hesitate. I desperately needed to see my wife and talk to her! We agreed on McDonald’s at twelve.
It wasn’t a good morning at work. I had a mad customer who was angry that one of our inspectors had found him putting an addition on his house without a building permit. He was angry at the Communist regime that wouldn’t let him do what he wanted on his own property without a damn permit! I tried without any success to convince him that our permit process wasn’t that difficult and we wanted to help him through his project. He stormed out of our office telling me in no uncertain terms, “You’ll see me in Hell before I get a God damned building permit!”
Ah well, I guess you can’t win them all over. I’d send him a letter explaining our compliance process tomorrow.
By lunchtime, I was ready to get out of our office. I drove to McDonald’s and saw Michelle sitting in a booth waiting for me. It honestly seemed a little weird seeing my gorgeous wife in her relatively conservative business suit, a blouse and skirt just below her knees, after the weekend we’d just had.
We kissed briefly, ordered and waited to pick it up. After we received our food, Michelle suggested we take it to her car where we have some privacy and can talk. Her tone was frightening me much more than my friendly customer that morning. After we sat down she got right to the point, “I’m going away for a little while, by myself. I need some time to think.”
I looked at her and tried asking, “Why, what?”
She broke into my question, “This weekend scared me. I need some time alone to think.”
“But I thought you enjoyed the weekend?”
“I did, too much, and it scares me, what I’ve become, what we’ve become. I practically made love with another woman on a stage in front of a crowd of horny men.” Then she added, “And yes, I loved it. I watched my husband fuck another woman and I loved that. You watched my boyfriend, that I’m madly in love with by the way, fuck me in the ass to the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had! Honey, what’s happening to us?”
I had no idea how to answer that before she went on some more, “I didn’t tell you but after Nicole and I left the stage she asked me if I wanted to work there, every weekend.” She looked away, out the window on her side, whispering to herself, “And I want to do it.”
She turned and looked at me, tears running down her cheeks, “I want to do it. I want to be a stripper. Your thirty eight year old, loving wife wants to be a professional stripper! That’s what’s scaring me, why I need some time alone just to think.”
I had no idea what to say. Everything Michelle had just said was true. Where was our life going? What did we want? How had our little sex games gone this far? The only thing I could think to say was, “Where, where are you going? How long?”
“I don’t know to both. All I know is away and I’m going to turn off my cell phone so neither you or Shaun can call me. I’ll be home when I’m ready.” She finally added, “I do love you, so much it hurts. That’s part of what I don’t understand, how can I love you so much and want so badly to do those things?”
I still had nothing I could think of to say, “When are you leaving?”
“Now, after lunch. I told my boss that I some personal issues and I was taking some vacation leave. I’m going home to pack some clothes and no, I don’t want you to go with me. I need to do this alone.”
Neither of us had touched a bite of our lunch. As we left, I felt like our world was suddenly collapsing around us. Jacqui is leaving permanently, Michelle is leaving for who knows how long and I have no idea what will remain of our marriage when she decides to come home. The angry customer that morning seemed pretty trivial.
Michelle did kiss me before she left and told me, “It won’t be forever, I will be back home.” With that, I watched my beautiful wife, the woman I’m spending my life with, get in her car and drive away to I had no idea where!
I didn’t tell Jacqui any of that on our last night together. I knew she’d be upset and she didn’t need any more upset than she was already getting. Our last night was anything but ideal. We didn’t have sex, simply spent most of the night alternating between crying and reassuring each other. I’m not going to write a lot about that night, except that it was very emotional and personal.
In the morning, we loaded Jacqui’s suitcases into her car, wiped our tears away, held each other and Jacqui started the long drive to Great Falls, Montana for her new life.
“Home a little later. I have something else in mind first.” She looked at me quizzically until we got to the freeway and turned toward Umatilla.
“Are we? You’re taking us to the Honey Bunz?”
I didn’t answer her, but instead looked at Trisha in the mirror, “Is that okay with you? I thought it might be fun with a couple lovely companions.”
I couldn’t see Trisha in the mirror to see her facial expression, but she told me, “It sounds like fun. I’ve never been there but always wondered what it was like.”
“Cool, I guess you know that Michelle was there once a few weeks ago.”
Michelle spoke, “I hope you know I’m not getting on the stage again. Once in a lifetime was enough for me!”
“But I thought you had fun?” I asked her.
“I did, I loved it, but I don’t think I could do it again.”
“Well anyway, this time, I was planning on us just being spectators, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
That seemed to satisfy her that I didn’t have any ulterior motives. Not to say I wasn’t kind of hoping that things might turn out a bit different though! I looked in the mirror, back at Trisha and asked her, “How about you Trisha, you know so much about us, but we don’t know much about you. Can you tell us a little about yourself? Ever married, kids, what led you to the Black Angus?
“Well, let’s see, yes I was married. Married my high school sweetheart when I was eighteen, we have two kids, a girl eleven and a boy fourteen. My loving husband decided he liked a younger girl he met at a party and I divorced him three years ago.”
“Wow, that must have been pretty rough, are you okay now?” Michelle asked.
“It took me quite a while, but I’m over him now. Funny thing is, now that I’ve met you guys I realized maybe I could have lived with him having a girlfriend except he was sneaking around and lying to me about her.”
“That’s too bad,” Michelle said, “Is he with her now? What about the kids, where are they?”
“They moved in together shortly after our divorce. They never married and I don’t know if they will. The kids are with me during the week and he picks them up Saturday before I go to work and brings them home Sunday evening. We close at nine on Sundays so I’m not so late getting home.”
“What are their name?” I asked.
“Petra, after my mom and Jonathan because we liked the name.”
“Those are pretty names, especially Petra,” Michelle told her.
We sat silently for a few minutes while I drove until Trisha said, “All my good friends call me Trish. You can call me that if you want.”
Michelle and I spoke almost exactly in unison, “Thank you, I will.”
A few minutes later, Trish asked Michelle, “May I ask, how exactly did you come to be wearing,” A slight pause, “You know, a transparent blouse with nothing under it?”
Michelle giggled, “Well, it’s kind of a long story. But to condense it a little, I’d bought some things to wear on a trip with Shaun, kind of sexy things. I thought I’d buy something special for my husband, just for the house. Then in a moment of madness I told him I’d wear it out with him one time not thinking that he’d really make me do it, but here we are.”
I chucked at that, she hadn’t ever told me that. “You honestly didn’t think I would?”
“No! I wouldn’t have offered if I’d thought so.”
“But didn’t it make you feel special and sexy with all those guys drooling over you tonight?”
“Mmhmm, but it was embarrassing too.”
I chuckled, I loved her being exposed and embarrassed, didn’t feel sorry for her in the least! “Well I hope you’re up to a little more sexy and embarrassed, cuz no sweater this time. You go in just as you are.”
We were crossing the bridge over the Columbia River and the exit is right after the bridge. I turned on my blinker and turned right onto Hwy 730 into Umatilla. The whole City is only half a mile long and the club is about a quarter mile from the exit.
I actually do believe in trying to be a gentleman, opening doors for the ladies and other little bits of chivalry. After I parked, I hurried around to the other side of the car to open Michelle’s and Trisha’s doors for them. Maybe I had a tiny ulterior motive, watching those luscious ladies sliding out of the car. I hadn’t seen what Trisha had changed into until then. She had a pretty, soft looking light blue blouse and a wrap around skirt coming just above her knees, tied on the side with a single ribbon. I wasn’t thinking about what it might be like later pulling that little bow knot, honest!
I followed the ladies into the club, admiring their hips swaying. I thought there would be no possibility that any girl inside could give a better show than I was getting right then. I paid my cover charge to the security man right inside the door as he was commenting on the attractive ladies I was with. I still thought it was blatant sexism that I have to pay a cover charge and the girls don’t. Who could imagine – a strip club being sexist!
We found a seat at a table at the edge of the stage. For some reason there was a relatively small crowd, leaving several empty tables next to the stage. I’d described the club in my earlier story, “Michelle’s Continuing Affair Ch 9,” but for those who haven’t read that, the stage was only about a foot high, round with a narrow walkway to the dressing rooms and the pole off to one side, with seating all the way around. It’s very intimate, the dancers very close to the audience and nice soft, flickering lighting. For a small town, it’s a very surprisingly upscale establishment. Maybe because it’s the only one in Eastern Oregon or Washington.
As soon as we sat down, one of the serving girls asked us if we’d like anything to drink. I had to drive home so just ordered a diet coke but thought, what the heck, why not get my two ladies something a bit stronger so asked for two Singapore Slings. I’d remembered having some of those in Kodiak on our first anniversary night. It’s sweet, fruity and plenty of alcohol that you can barely taste, just what I wanted to help loosen the inhibitions of the two lovely ladies with me. Devious, mean, conniving, underhanded; Yep, that’s me!
We sat drinking our drinks as a couple dancers gyrated out of their clothes. I know I was getting hornier by the minute with the bulge in my pants becoming rather obvious. I was actually kind of biding my time, hoping that something might happen with one or both of the ladies sitting next to me who were also squirming in their seats, skirts slipping higher exposing plenty of leg and thigh. Michelle’s nipples were pointed and alert, showing that she was obviously turned on as well.
One of the girls serving drinks, wearing a little bra and tight, micro-shorts (I guess that’s what you’d call them) stopped at our little group. She said her name was Rebecca, Becca for short, asked if we’d like a little personal dance. Michelle turned a little red in the face and declined but Trisha said it sounded like fun.
Becca sat her serving tray down on our table and I handed her two twenty dollar bills. She put them on her tray and stepped over in front of Trisha, closed her eyes and started rubbing her hands over her body. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and let it fall away but held an arm in front of her breasts. When she let her arm fall away, she leaned forward so one of her nipples was right in front of Trisha’s mouth. Trisha licked her lips and put her hands around Becca’s waist trying to pull her closer.
Becca kept leaning forward until her nipple was brushing against Trisha’s lips. As soon as Trisha opened her mouth and started to suck a nipple in, Becca backed away and whispered, “Naughty, naughty!” She slipped her hands under her shorts and started to slip them down revealing a tiny little thong. When the shorts dropped to the floor, she spread her legs apart and sat down on Trisha’s lap.
While this was happening, another girl came out on the stage. The announcer introduced her as Nicole. Michelle poked me in the ribs (I was kinda pre-occupied watching Trisha and Becca) and whispered in my ear, “She’s the one who helped me out that night I was here. She’s nice.” I did notice that she was very pretty and sexy too!
I glanced away from Trisha for a moment and watched Nicole revolving around the pole with her little nurse’s costume. I could watch only for a moment though as Trisha’s mouth was at that moment wrapping around Becca’s nipple and her hands were caressing Becca’s butt. That was hard to look away from!
Finally, Becca did move away from Trisha but leaned down and kissed her on the lips and whispered something in her ear. I couldn’t hear, but when Becca left, Trisha was shaking and whispered to me, “I’m horny!”
“So am I! What did she say to you?”
“She asked if I could stay after closing.”
I looked at her inquisitively, “Do you want to do that?”
“I’d love to, but I think we might have enough fun on our own. Maybe another time I might though.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nicole’s dress fall to the floor with nothing but a tiny thong on underneath it. I started watching her as she danced toward us. She stopped right in front of us, actually in front of Michelle to be precise. She stood there putting her hands out to Michelle, asking my wife to join her on the stage. Michelle’s face turned red and she shook her head no but Nicole was a little more insistent. She reached down and took hold of Michelle’s hands and pulled slightly. I whispered in Michelle’s ear, “Come on babe, you know you really want to, go ahead, you’ll love it.” I was hoping the Singapore Sling had done its work. I knew Michelle was horny already and really wanted to see her up on that stage again.
Finally, with Nicole gently pulling her hands and my urging, Michelle started to get to her feet. As she started to step up on the stage, the announcer said, “And now ladies and gentlemen, a special unexpected treat, once again the lovely Amber!”
I leaned over and whispered to Trisha, “When she was here before, she went by the name Amber.”
Encouraged by Nicole, Michelle turned toward our side of the stage and started slowly dancing. Nicole moved up behind her and started nibbling gently on my wife’s neck and rubbed her hands up and down over her hips, moving up to cup Michelle’s breasts in her hands. Michelle’s eyes were closed and her face took on that hazy, lusty look while Nicole nuzzled on her neck and her ear until she finally turned her head and allowed Nicole to kiss her open mouthed on the lips while they both gently swayed to the music together.
I was hardly believing what I was seeing! To my knowledge, Michelle hadn’t ever done anything with another woman more than a non-sexual kiss on the cheeks and here she was, engaged in a passionate kiss with a stripper on a stage in front of thousands of people (well, almost).
Nicole’s hands moved from cupping Michelle’s breasts to the buttons of her blouse, undoing one after the other until her blouse swung completely open. After it was undone, Nicole backed up slightly, just enough to allow her to skim Michelle’s blouse down and to the floor, leaving her completely nude above the waist.
My wife had seemed to turn to a puddle of lust in Nicole’s arms, letting Nicole turn her around and take her face in her hands to kiss. This was a sight I thought I’d never see! Even with all Michelle had opened her sexuality in the last year, seeing her kissing another woman like this was totally unexpected. When I asked for the Singapore Sling, I’d hoped that Michelle would do another strip tease, but I certainly hadn’t expected her to be doing it with another girl!
As I sat watching her, my mouth agape, two things happened simultaneously that nearly caused me to lose my control: Nicole bent down and took one of Michelle’s nipples in her mouth causing Michelle to arch her back and groan; and Trisha sitting next to me wrapped her hand around my rock hard cock over my pants.
I glanced over at her and she leaned to me and met my lips with hers enfolding her other hand around my neck, pulling me into her as our lips and tongues met. I could taste the sweet alcohol on her lips as she tried to consume my soul through her mouth.
With my mind distracted from the unbelievable scene playing itself out on the stage right in front of us, I rested my hand on Trisha’s knee and slowly inched my finger under her skirt up her soft, smooth thigh, feeling the heat of her body, noticing her opening her knees to allow me to explore and feel her very damp, silken panties.
As I toyed with Trisha’s panties, not quite having the bravery to reach my fingers under them, I couldn’t help but pay attention to Michelle on the stage right in front of us. Nicole was reaching behind Michelle’s waist and slowly lowering the zipper of her skirt at the same time as they were kissing. When she finally had it unzipped, she pushed it down off her hips letting it fall to the floor, followed only a moment later with her panties.
My beautiful wife was now wearing nothing except those black, semi-transparent lacy stockings and her high heels. Her bare, waxed pussy was once again fully on display in front of a crowd of people. I guess the money for that Singapore Sling was definitely a wise investment!
My Michelle was on stage grinding her bare pussy into Nicole’s panties. Over the music, I heard Michelle say to Nicole, “This isn’t fair!” She pushed her hands under Nicole’s panties and pushed them to the floor as well. Now both girls were writhing together naked, caressing each other with hands and grinding their hips together as they kissed. The music was sexy, the lighting was sexy, the girls were sexy, everything about this display was sexy!
Michelle’s hands were around Nicole’s neck and Nicole’s hands were pulling Michelle’s hips into hers when the music finally ended. I could tell from Michelle’s face how close she was to coming, frustrated as Nicole pulled away from her. They both picked up their clothes and strolled back to the dressing area, arms wrapped around each other’s waist.
When my wife and Nicole were finally out of sight, I was able to take a breath, totally shellshocked! Michelle hadn’t ever indicated even the slightest sexual interest in another woman and I had had difficulty processing what I’d just witnessed. I was also horny! I guess that’s kind of an understatement.
I looked at Trisha sitting beside me, my hand still under her skirt, although it had been several minutes since I’d even realized it. I pulled my hand out and pulled Trisha to me, kissing her passionately and groped one of her breasts through her blouse. That’s how Michelle found us when she came back onto the floor. She tapped me on my shoulder and asked, “Are you two lovebirds about finished? We need to get out of here and go home!”
I couldn’t agree more. We needed to get someplace private, preferably our house where the three of us could satisfy some of those urges that were erupting to the boiling point. When we left I dropped a couple twenty dollar bills on the table for Becca, along with my cell number, just in case. As we left, the man at the front door told Michelle, “Come back anytime sweetheart, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to this club!”
I got in the front seat and the two women in the back. Before we were out of the parking lot, I heard kissing and moaning noises coming from the back seat.
It’s a thirty minute drive to our house, maybe the longest thirty minutes ever listening to the back seat and not being able to do a thing about it! It was dark and I couldn’t see except occasionally when a car passed us on the freeway with its headlights lighting up the interior. In those brief moments I saw that both blouses were off and the ladies were taking turns sucking on breasts, tongues and various other parts of anatomies. When the headlight passed and I couldn’t see any more I felt tortured by the moaning and other noises. Never once did I think that I could have turned on the damn dome light! Dumb, dumb, dumb!
When we arrived at our house, I pulled into the garage and we all piled out eager to satisfy our lust in a more comfortable setting. Both girls stripped out of their skirts and Trisha out of her panties. Michelle left her crotchless panties on, I guess thinking how sexy it would be making love with them on. I guess I kind of agreed with her thinking!
It’s a little hard to explain how I was feeling. I intended to make love with Trisha. The word vindictive toward Michelle definitely isn’t the right word, but she’d never actually seen me make love with another girl like I had watched her with her Alec, Mike and Shaun. I wanted her to feel that bittersweet jealousy, to want me as badly as I’d wanted her on those times. I loved Michelle and enjoyed every second of those encounters, but I also knew that watching is a torture in itself and I wanted Michelle to experience that sweet torture!
Did all of that go through my mind in detail as I was about to fuck Trisha? No, but I definitely glimpsed it and knew that’s what I wanted, besides the fact that I definitely wanted Trisha, badly!
We were beyond any foreplay. I needed to be inside her and her panties were totally soaked with her own desire! When she’d removed her panties, she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and I plunged myself into her. I won’t say that I wasn’t conscious of Michelle watching with shock on her face. Once my cock was embedded deep inside Trisha, I paused just a moment letting her get used to me and enjoying that exquisite feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock.
Trisha took that moment and pulled Michelle down in front of her, burying her face into Michelle’s pussy. I watched as Michelle pushed her hips up into Trisha, pulling at her hair. Then I started to pump in and out of Trisha causing her to start gasping and losing her ability to continue eating my wife’s pussyu. Neither Trisha or I could last longer than a few moments. She started coming, her body tensing and shaking around me, causing me to completely lose my grasp and unload deep inside her.
When Trisha collapsed, she managed to scoot herself up a little on Michelle’s body so that their lips could come together in a kiss, with me on top of the two of them. The only one who hadn’t been sated was Michelle. Her experience with Trisha’s tongue inside her vagina was too brief for her to have come.
I rolled off of Trisha on one side and Trisha rolled off Michelle on the other side. I cupped Michelle’s face in my hands and kissed her, enjoying her soft lips on mine. At the same time Trisha was sucking on one of my wife’s nipples. Michelle was between us groaning and bucking her hips, desperate for me to make love with her.
I had what I thought was an absolute brainstorm. I rolled off the bed, found Michelle’s purse and dug her cell phone out of it. I returned to Michelle’s side and suggested to her, “I think you should call Shaun and see if he’d like to come over.” I wanted to see her and Shaun together once again with Michelle in this ultra-horny mood.
“Ohh, it’s the middle of the night. He’s sleeping,” she growled at me.
“Do you think he wouldn’t be interested? My guess is that he’ll be here in a flash.”
“Hand me the damn phone then!”
I gave her the phone and with her shaking hands she found Shaun’s number. Michelle waited for a little bit until she said into the phone, “Hi, can you come over? I need you.”
“No, I’m fine, I just need you. I’m horny!”
With that, she pressed the little red disconnect button and handed the phone back to me. “He’s on his way.”
I chuckled, “I thought he might.”
I mentioned that I had to go to the bathroom and suggested to Trisha, “Why don’t you play with her a little while till Shaun gets here.” Then I added, “But don’t let her come.”
Trisha grinned at me. I think she knew what I was planning, “Mmm, fun! I’ll be glad to.”
I hurried off to the bathroom before disaster struck, but couldn’t help but watch just a little as Trisha continued to nibble on a nipple and rub her fingers over Michelle’s bare pussy lips.
When I returned from the bathroom Michelle was bucking her hips into Trisha’s fingers and nearly crying with her frustration. I stood back and simply watched, my grin becoming wider on my face. It seemed only a few minutes until the doorbell rang. I’m sure it had seemed much longer to Michelle.
Michelle rushed to the door and opened it, pulling Shaun into the room. Her hands were literally shaking as she knelt down in front of him, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out to wrap her lips around him, groaning as she pulled him as deeply into her throat as she could. Shaun became almost unbelievably hard in only a moment. My wife stood back up to kiss him briefly before telling him, “Fuck me Shaun, Hard!”
Shaun pushed his pants down, turned Michelle around against the wall which just happened to have a full height wall mirror and pushed Michelle’s legs apart. She was standing in front of the mirror, supporting herself with her hands, her stocking clad legs spread apart, still wearing the crotchless panties and high heels. I don’t know when I’ve seen a woman looking so blatantly sexual. Shaun didn’t even hesitate as he rooted himself deep into her from behind. Trisha had obviously done her work well as Michelle’s pussy lips were well lubricated and didn’t offer any resistance to Shaun’s hard cock. Michelle was literally screaming, I have no idea what her words were, mostly just grunting and other noises as her hips were bucking back trying to take Shaun deeper and deeper.
I was standing in the hallway with a very naked Trisha standing in front of me watching my wife being fucked by her boyfriend. I had leaned down with my cheek against Trisha’s and my hand between her legs with three fingers as far inside her as I could reach. Trisha’s seemed to be having a little trouble breathing and was pumping her hips against my fingers, but I just kept them there with a little slight movement so she wouldn’t forget.
Michelle was panting hard and the moment she finally orgasmed will be embedded in my mind forever. Her gorgeous face drained of its color, her body shook and I saw wave after wave of orgasmic frenzy on her face as she screamed out her ecstasy! Shaun continued to ram in and out of her throughout and her orgasm seemed to go on forever.
When it finally seemed to have ended, Shaun withdrew from her, still as hard as he was when he began and gripped her around the waist to support her from from falling when her limbs had turned to jelly. When she finally was able to stand on her own again, I heard Shaun ask her, “Do you have any lube?”
I had no idea what he wanted with lube. She was already so slick from her juices that Shaun certainly didn’t need any lube to finish himself inside her. I didn’t understand why he hadn’t. I could see the look of inquisitiveness on Michelle’s mind as well as she mumbled, “Kitchen, corner cabinet, above the counter, Vaseline.”
Michelle waited, staying in the same position until Shaun returned about fifteen seconds later. Shaun slipped her panties down off her legs and she stepped out of them. Then he pushed her legs apart again and smeared the Vaseline over his cock. When he was finished, he took her hip in one hand and with the other, guided his cock to her rear, pressing himself against her. I was shaking, finally understanding what he intended. When Michelle understood, she started to cry, “No Shaun! I’ve never, we’ve never.”
Shaun simply began to push, gently at first, then a little harder. Michelle was nearly begging, “No, please, it hurts!”
Shaun backed off just a little and told her, “Relax babe, you’ll like it, I promise.”
I saw Michelle’s face in the mirror gritting her teeth and looking down, “I’ll try.”
Shaun started to push a little more and I saw the head of his cock penetrate her as Michelle was whimpering. Shaun pulled back once again before pushing once again, this time slowly burying himself completely inside her. I couldn’t help but remember the time Jacqui and I had done the same thing in an old Virginia City whorehouse converted to a hotel.
Michelle was moaning, “Ahh, Ahh, go slow, I’ve never done this before.” But she was allowing Shaun to fuck her in the ass. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised by this. Michelle’s inhibitions have been falling one right after the other, things that she’s never done with me. We tried it once not long after we were married but neither of us liked it. Of course we didn’t use the lube either, didn’t know we were supposed to. I watched Shaun’s cock sinking slowly, pulling back out of her and sinking back in as my wife closed her eyes and moaned.
It was only a moment or two until Michelle’s reaction started to change. She was thrusting her butt out to him as he pushed in, her head thrown back in bliss as her beautiful hair was spread across her back. Shaun’s hands were on Michelle’s hips, holding her as his cock plunged in and out of her. This went on several minutes as Michelle threw her head back and forth, arching her hips out to him over and over again and reached one hand down to furiously rub her clit, in and out of her pussy. Once again I was watching as another huge orgasm started to build inside her. Shaun and Michelle’s bodies were covered with a sheen of sweat from the furious fucking. Shaun fucked my wife harder and harder until he finally let out a loud, gargled groan and pushed himself as deep into her as he could, holding himself there. Just as her orgasm hit, my wife caught my eyes in the mirror for just a moment before she closed them and her mouth formed a silent scream that seemed to go on forever.
When Michelle’s orgasm finally ended, she literally collapsed onto the carpeted floor and curled up in a little ball with Shaun right behind her, his arms around her. Both lay on the floor trying to recover.
Even after watching my wife do this with Shaun, I don’t think I ever could with her, she was my wife, the woman who nurses me when I’m sick, who wears a flannel nightie and snuggles me when she’s cold. Even with her opening sexuality in the last year, I know this is something that’ll always be off limits between the two of us. But watching her with Shaun, I felt my jealousy toward him rise tenfold! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so arousing as my wife panting and thrusting her butt out to take more and more of another lover inside her ass!
When it was obvious Michelle and Shaun were finished, Trisha and I retreated to the bedroom and shortly I heard the door to one of the guest rooms close. Trisha and I were both extraordinarily horny and made love once again. This time it wasn’t the mad fucking like earlier, we were in the missionary position, kissing and fondling each other as we made love.
Afterwards, as we lay in bed spooned together, I couldn’t help but ask her, “The first time Michelle and I met you, you mentioned a boyfriend. Is it serious between you and him?
She snuggled her body back tighter against me. “I said that because I didn’t know what else to say. I’ve had a few dates since our divorce, but never anything serious. There isn’t any boyfriend.”
I was actually quite thrilled with what she’d just said. “And if someone asked you that same question now, what would you say?”
Trisha rolled over and kissed me, “I’d definitely and truthfully say I have a boyfriend.” I smiled at the thought, then she added, “And a couple girlfriends.” Then she giggled in my arms. My last thoughts before I went to sleep were that the evening and night had turned out far beyond my wildest expectations!
I woke up late the next morning with the lovely Trisha’s arm spread over me and her breast pressed against my chest. I gently slid out from under her and dressed. Trisha continued to sleep with her bare back exposed above the covers. Watching her for a moment and thinking about last night caused my little man to start to swell once again, although not enough to climb back into bed with her. As well as he’d been sated last night, it might be another week before he could do it again. I hoped not!
I padded softly down the hall, stopping briefly in front of the door where Michelle and Shaun were sleeping. Do I look? Nah, I pretty much know what I’d see without looking. Michelle would be naked, scrawled across Shaun’s body. I decided I needed to honor my wife’s privacy so I only pushed the door open a little, just enough to peek. I was wrong, she wasn’t scrawled across his body like I’d imagined, she was sitting up on his waist, slowly riding his cock up and down while he had his arms around her waist and was sucking one of her breasts. I slowly pushed the door closed, a smile on my lips.
Pancakes were ready and bacon was on the pellet grill when the rest of our foursome joined me in the kitchen in a little while. We ate in companionable silence as I think we all were a little afraid to broach the subject of the night before. After breakfast, Michelle and I carted the dishes into the kitchen to clean up. I was anxious to talk about last night with her alone, but she simply told me, “Shaun’s taking Alyssa (his daughter) to the mall and then out for dinner and he’s invited me. I’m going to go home with Shaun this morning.”
My disappointment must have shown on my face as she quickly added, “It’s okay honey, I love you but Shaun invited me and I couldn’t refuse. Besides, I know you’ll want to spend some time with Jacqui when she gets home.”
“Will you be home tonight?”
“No, I don’t think so. Spend the night with Jacqui. I’ll call you later.”
She kissed me, returning to the dining room and took Shaun’s hand. Shaun thanked me for the great breakfast and said they were leaving. I watched as Shaun escorted my wife to his car, his arm possessively around her waist as she kissed him right before sliding in his car on the passenger side.
Trisha was still sitting at the table when I returned to her but told me that she also needed to get home to get ready for her shift at work. Her car was still at the Black Angus so I drove her there. Before she got out of my car, she kissed me very sweetly on my lips and thanked me for a wonderful evening. I asked when I could see her again and she said she was off work Tuesday and Wednesday. I told her I’d call her when I had a little more idea about my own plans.
Jacqui was due in at the airport in a couple hours so I drove on over to her house to wait a little bit before picking her up. While I waited, I thought again how much our lives had changed in such a short time. I’d always been so shy around girls and smiled that at least that little problem seemed to have cleared itself up. I wondered what would eventually happen between me and Michelle. I have to admit that as much as my love for her has only grown, I was starting to feel a little uneasy and very jealous of her relationship with Shaun, not that I hadn’t encouraged every bit of it – and knew I’d continue to do so in spite of my reservations.
I also couldn’t help but wonder about my own relationship with both Jacqui and Trisha. I didn’t want to lose Jacqui as I’d definitely grown to love her very much, but her moving to Montana was certainly going to put a major crimp on continuing our bond. I wondered, with the distance between us, would she be more inclined to date and find a man she could marry. My heart nearly broke at the thought at the same time what logical part of my brain still existed hoped that’s exactly what would happen.
Then Trisha, I’d realized that I can’t sleep with a woman without developing deep, emotional feelings for her. I wasn’t the kind of guy to ‘love-em and leave-em’. I’d been out with Trisha twice, both times ending in our bed together. I remembered how Jacqui and I had done the same thing in the beginning but then reverted to simply dating without the sex. Maybe I’d propose the same thing to Trisha unless Michelle objected. Maybe Trisha would want to move on to someone else, someone who was a better marriage prospect than I’d ever be. Maybe after watching Trisha and me making love last night Michelle wouldn’t want me to see her again. If so, I’d honor her wishes.
The time came to drive to the airport and pick up Jacqui. I put my ruminations aside and simply looked forward to seeing her again. It seemed an eternity since she’d left on Wednesday. There’d been lots of times we’d gone much longer than that without seeing or talking to each other, but this was completely different. She’d always been there, a short drive away but this time she wasn’t. My eyes started to get teary thinking of her actually living five hundred miles away.
Her big grin was the most welcome sight on earth when I first saw her walking toward me in the airport waiting area. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed like long lost lovers when she reached me. When our kiss broke, she had to wipe tears from her eyes as well. Both our eyes were red knowing what was to come shortly.
We picked up Jacqui’s baggage and rolled them to my car. The Pasco airport is relatively small so it’s only a short walk to the short term parking. Once we were in the car, the only thing I was interested in was what she’d found out in Montana. When I asked, Jacqui gave her answer away when she hesitated in answering and looked away.
She turned back toward me, “They don’t want to wait. They want me there right away.”
I glanced over at her, “Right away, as in next week, two weeks?”
“No, like Tuesday, day after tomorrow.”
I know my face turned white and I gripped the steering wheel hard. It’d only been eight days ago that she found out about this. They had said six or eight weeks, time for both of us to at least try to emotionally prepare, but Tuesday, day after tomorrow, no way!
Jacqui went on, “I found a little apartment I liked a lot and it’s already rented. The company is going to hire a moving company to come in and pack and move everything for me, then they’ll help working with a realtor to sell my house so all I have to do is pack a few clothes tomorrow and leave Tuesday morning.” Jacqui was talking as fast as she could and when she stopped she started sobbing, “I don’t want to do this! I don’t want to leave you!”
I found the nearest driveway and pulled into it, pulling Jacqui into my arms, letting her cry. I was trying my best to keep myself from crying to be strong for her. When her tears subsided a little, she pulled away from me and I wiped her cheeks, telling her, “Jacqui, sweetheart, yes you do. This is the opportunity you’ve been waiting for, what you’ve been working toward. We’ll be okay. We’ll still get to see each other. It’ll be different but we’ll work it out.” I said the words for Jacqui’s benefit but inside I knew they weren’t true. I didn’t want her to go! I knew our relationship would never be the same.
I backed out of the driveway. I wondered what the owner thought of this strange car pulling into their driveway and stopping there before leaving. I held Jacqui’s hand tightly on the rest of our drive to her house. When we arrived, I unloaded her suitcases and we went straight into her bedroom, lying down on her bed together, kissing and simply loving each other, fully clothed. We didn’t make love, it was too emotional even for that. We held each other and caressed each other’s faces, wiping our tears away.
Later in the evening, we went to dinner at the Olive Garden, ordered pretty small servings and took much of it home with us. We made love that night, slowly and very sensual.
I hadn’t even realized that Michelle hadn’t called until the next morning when I was getting ready for work and my phone rang. She said she was fine and I didn’t want to tell her about Jacqui over the phone. When Michelle asked if I could meet her for lunch I didn’t hesitate. I desperately needed to see my wife and talk to her! We agreed on McDonald’s at twelve.
It wasn’t a good morning at work. I had a mad customer who was angry that one of our inspectors had found him putting an addition on his house without a building permit. He was angry at the Communist regime that wouldn’t let him do what he wanted on his own property without a damn permit! I tried without any success to convince him that our permit process wasn’t that difficult and we wanted to help him through his project. He stormed out of our office telling me in no uncertain terms, “You’ll see me in Hell before I get a God damned building permit!”
Ah well, I guess you can’t win them all over. I’d send him a letter explaining our compliance process tomorrow.
By lunchtime, I was ready to get out of our office. I drove to McDonald’s and saw Michelle sitting in a booth waiting for me. It honestly seemed a little weird seeing my gorgeous wife in her relatively conservative business suit, a blouse and skirt just below her knees, after the weekend we’d just had.
We kissed briefly, ordered and waited to pick it up. After we received our food, Michelle suggested we take it to her car where we have some privacy and can talk. Her tone was frightening me much more than my friendly customer that morning. After we sat down she got right to the point, “I’m going away for a little while, by myself. I need some time to think.”
I looked at her and tried asking, “Why, what?”
She broke into my question, “This weekend scared me. I need some time alone to think.”
“But I thought you enjoyed the weekend?”
“I did, too much, and it scares me, what I’ve become, what we’ve become. I practically made love with another woman on a stage in front of a crowd of horny men.” Then she added, “And yes, I loved it. I watched my husband fuck another woman and I loved that. You watched my boyfriend, that I’m madly in love with by the way, fuck me in the ass to the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had! Honey, what’s happening to us?”
I had no idea how to answer that before she went on some more, “I didn’t tell you but after Nicole and I left the stage she asked me if I wanted to work there, every weekend.” She looked away, out the window on her side, whispering to herself, “And I want to do it.”
She turned and looked at me, tears running down her cheeks, “I want to do it. I want to be a stripper. Your thirty eight year old, loving wife wants to be a professional stripper! That’s what’s scaring me, why I need some time alone just to think.”
I had no idea what to say. Everything Michelle had just said was true. Where was our life going? What did we want? How had our little sex games gone this far? The only thing I could think to say was, “Where, where are you going? How long?”
“I don’t know to both. All I know is away and I’m going to turn off my cell phone so neither you or Shaun can call me. I’ll be home when I’m ready.” She finally added, “I do love you, so much it hurts. That’s part of what I don’t understand, how can I love you so much and want so badly to do those things?”
I still had nothing I could think of to say, “When are you leaving?”
“Now, after lunch. I told my boss that I some personal issues and I was taking some vacation leave. I’m going home to pack some clothes and no, I don’t want you to go with me. I need to do this alone.”
Neither of us had touched a bite of our lunch. As we left, I felt like our world was suddenly collapsing around us. Jacqui is leaving permanently, Michelle is leaving for who knows how long and I have no idea what will remain of our marriage when she decides to come home. The angry customer that morning seemed pretty trivial.
Michelle did kiss me before she left and told me, “It won’t be forever, I will be back home.” With that, I watched my beautiful wife, the woman I’m spending my life with, get in her car and drive away to I had no idea where!
I didn’t tell Jacqui any of that on our last night together. I knew she’d be upset and she didn’t need any more upset than she was already getting. Our last night was anything but ideal. We didn’t have sex, simply spent most of the night alternating between crying and reassuring each other. I’m not going to write a lot about that night, except that it was very emotional and personal.
In the morning, we loaded Jacqui’s suitcases into her car, wiped our tears away, held each other and Jacqui started the long drive to Great Falls, Montana for her new life.
Dani
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