Michelles Continuing Affair Ch 2
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Monday morning, I was very anxious to hear from Jacqui and what she was going to find out about the manager’s position she’d been offered in Helena, Montana.
The night before, I’d told Michelle about the evening with Trisha and Jacqui, leaving out a couple of tiny, insignificant details, such as Trisha following us home. Actually, the only thing I mentioned to Michelle was going to the Black Angus with Jacqui and how we both flirted with Trisha. I thought that sometime when Michelle and I were together with Trisha might be a better time to fill her in on all those little details.
Jacqui finally called me mid-afternoon. She said things were moving a lot faster than she’d anticipated. First, she said she’d misunderstood where the store was. It’s actually in Great Falls, not Helena. It’s another ninety miles further, a total of 550 miles from home!
Management wanted her to fly there Tuesday, meet the staff and get to know the store Wednesday and Thursday, show her around the community on Friday then they had an appointment with a realtor to look at houses or apartments on Saturday. Her home flight was Sunday. She said they told her what they’d be paying her and it was nearly double what she made in Kennewick.
Wow, I didn’t like the sound of that (except for the pay part!), it was way too fast. One thing that I thought would definitely slow down the move will be her actually making the move. That would be a pretty big step, getting her house ready to sell, all her stuff moved then cleaned up. I could see all of that likely being a few weeks at least.
That evening I told Michelle of Jacqui’s upcoming trip, realizing it’s was only the next day when she was scheduled to fly out. One thing I definitely love about Michelle is her empathy for others, in this case Jacqui. She didn’t want Jacqui home alone tonight so she suggested I spend the night with her.
When I got to Jacqui’s, she was busy packing a couple suitcases. It never ceases to amaze me how much a woman has to take with her for just a couple days. I guess this was going to be more than a couple days, it was five days. She filled two large suitcases, a carry on bag and a garment bag. I suggested she better take some nice nighties just in case she meets some cute guy. “Yeah, right,” she told me, “As if that’s going to happen!” Then she did put in one of her sexiest nighties, I think just to tease me. She held it in front of her, looking in the mirror and asked me, “Do you think he’d like this one?” She carefully folded it and put it in one of the suitcases.
I know it’s weird, but thinking of Jacqui with another guy makes me almost unbearably jealous. If it was Michelle, my wife, I’d be rooting for her, hoping she did meet some sexy hunk to seduce.
After Jacqui finished packing, I took Jacqui to the Red Lobster for a little different dinner than we’re used to. I like the Red Lobster, but it seems a little overpriced to me and I much prefer the quiet booths of the Black Angus. We avoided the subject of the elephant in the room, her upcoming move to Montana and instead talked about last Saturday evening. Jacqui had fun and lots of giggles telling me about her and Trisha getting to know each other and the fun they had dressing up to tease me.
Then Jacqui got a bit more serious and told me she wouldn’t mind if I developed a relationship with Trisha. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, two women in my life seemed like enough. Overall we had a very nice dinner.
I drove to Columbia Park where Jacqui and I had sat in the car making out, getting to know each other over a year earlier. It seemed hard to believe that we’d only been together for a year. We kissed, giggled and switched to the back seat where there wasn’t anything between us and made out together like we had that other time. This time though, I certainly wasn’t going to be dropping her off at her door again! It wasn’t long before Jacqui’s blouse and bra and my shirt were back in the front seat. Jacqui’s lipstick was all over my body and if I’d had any, there certainly would have been a ring of it around Jacqui’s nipples! Fortunately, we didn’t have the same experience as you so often read about, a cop showing up knocking on the windows, giving us a ticket for indecent exposure.
We put our clothes back on and hurried back to Jacqui’s house where we didn’t have to worry about a cop or anything else except enjoying each other. Making love with Jacqui is the most heavenly feeling on earth! The way she can massage my cock inside her is simply heaven on earth! Jacqui has the most exquisite, smooth body with curves in all the right places to heighten the experience of making love with her.
The next morning I called the office and let them know I’d be a few hours late so I could drive Jacqui to the airport. She was pretty nervous, embarking on a totally new experience. We checked her suitcases and I escorted her to the security checkpoint. I kissed her and tried to reassure her that she’d be fine, that everyone in Montana would love her. I watched her go through the metal detector and we blew a kiss as she walked down the hall toward the waiting area. When she was out of sight, turning and walking away was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.
Tuesday evening, when I got home from work, Michelle had a funny look on her face, I could tell that something was up, but didn’t know what it might be. Then she told me she’d gotten a call from Shaun that afternoon. “Remember I told you that he wanted to get back with his wife?”
I couldn’t help but remember that. I guess it was kind of my safety net with the relationship between Shaun and Michelle. We both knew he wouldn’t be looking for anything permanent with Michelle since he intended to get back with his wife. I wondered what was up, “Are they going back together?” Michelle looked concerned, but not heartbroken.
She shook her head no, “A Sheriff’s Deputy delivered divorce papers to him this afternoon.”
I looked at her, speechless. She’d just raised the stakes of their relationship about ten-fold! I’d had the obviously wrong impression that encouraging her with him was somewhat safe since he’d eventually be going back to his wife. Now she’d pulled that rug out and he was safe to pursue her for a permanent relationship. I think my face turned white.
Michelle looked at me in dismay, nearly in tears, “You want me to quit seeing him, don’t you?”
I thought about what Michelle said. Did I want her to end her relationship with Shaun? Yeah I did, I was scared to death for us. I didn’t want to lose my wife. I know she’s told me over and over again that it would never happen, but the type of relationship they’re having and if he’s a totally free man, the danger that she could was so much more. But was I ready to ask her to stop? I really thought about that, do I trust my wife or don’t I?
I thought about how much I enjoy dreaming of her in the arms of another man and how perfect Shaun is for her, how much they both care for each other. That night Shaun was at our house and I watched them make love. No, ‘fuck’ is a much more appropriate description. Ask her to quit seeing him? I want her to be in an erotic relationship, what can be more erotic than if the guy is super hot and available?
As I sat on the couch thinking, Michelle reassured me, “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll quit with him if you want.”
I knew she would which made my decision that much easier. I told her, “No, I think you should go to him tonight, tell him you love your husband and he can’t ever have you. Then have a really special date night before you go back to his house and fuck his brains out like he’s never been fucked before! Then I want you to spend the next two nights with him and come home Thursday.”
Michelle looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. All I knew was that I couldn’t let it go. The more risky the relationship was to us, the more erotic and exciting it would be at the same time. After all, she’d been encouraging my open love affair with a woman who we both knew was single and very available. Could I trust her less than she’d trusted me?
Michelle silently walked into our bedroom and got her suitcase out of the closet. She laid it on the bed and started filling it with her sexiest things, a couple matching bra/panty sets, two nightgowns that Trisha had worn for me the weekend before, a couple changes of work clothes and a couple leisure outfits. She packed her makeup kit and her overnight toiletries and finally closed the suitcase.
She came over to me and kissed me softly on the lips, telling me, “You know I love you, right?” I shook my head up and down, nearly crying from what I was asking my wife to do. I was literally shaking with fear and jealousy, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. I’d told her what I wanted and now I was going to live with it.
I’d never understood why a drug addict takes that next shot of heroin in his arm knowing what it was doing to him. Now I understood perfectly, it was something they couldn’t not do! The danger and harm were simply disregarded because of the need for the drug.
I’d wanted her to fall in love with a man who she knew was off limits long term. Now that she’d know he was actually available, it made my cock even harder thinking of her with him. How much hotter is it for her to have a steamy affair and fall madly in love with a single guy with no commitments, nothing at all to stop her from moving in with him completely and even marrying. Nothing to stop her except her love for me!
I guess my strategy was to set my wife totally free with Shaun and if she really loves me, she’ll come home. I was scared, I was elated. I wanted this for her, to have a totally free relationship with Shaun. The fact that Shaun’s wife was setting him free to love Michelle in return with no strings attached only enhanced the uncertainty of their affair.
The thing is, Shaun isn’t just an ordinary guy. I’m an ordinary guy, eight to five job, average looks, nothing special except that I love my wife unconditionally and she loves me. Shaun on the other hand has a glamorous career; his own radio show and rodeo announcer, a booming, deep voice, fantastic personality and a physique that any woman would lust after. There’s no way I can compete with him. My only hold on my wife is that I know she loves me and I trust her implicitly.
Michelle and I crossed a bridge we could never return when she spent that first weekend with Mike. We crossed another bridge when Michelle and I went to Victoria’s Secret to ask Jacqui for that first date. Since then we’ve crossed bridge after bridge, even as we both realize that one day one of them might fall as we’re crossing it. Yet that next bridge was always right there on the horizon, beckoning us with the beauty on the other side, even though we both knew there could never be a return. Was the bridge that night the last? Or would the next simply be a little bit further down the road?
All of this went through my mind as I watched my wife backing out of our driveway and driving down the street toward her lover, feeling the strangeness and fear that their relationship had just changed dramatically.
At the same time, I knew I was going to lose Jacqui. There wasn’t any way she could move 550 miles away and us maintain the relationship we’ve had. As much as I knew it would hurt, I hoped she’d find a good man, a little closer to her age, someone to love and marry like she deserved.
In the meantime, I was home alone the rest of the week, till Thursday. Jacqui was getting ready for her trip the next day and I didn’t want to tell her what was going on with Michelle, she’d worry that much more about me.
I went to bed that night with an immense hard-on wondering what Michelle and Shaun were doing. It didn’t help when a little after eleven, my phone chirped with a message from her - a selfie of her and Shaun in bed, both naked above the waist and the sheet just covering their waists. “MMMM, I will not masturbate, I will not masturbate!”
Somehow I got through Tuesday and Wednesday nights. I’d answered Nicki’s e-mail, telling her how much I looked forward to seeing her, asking her the details, when she was coming, for how long etc. I also started to form a fun plan for the upcoming weekend with Michelle. She’d shown me that shelf bra, transparent blouse and crotchless panties a few weeks ago, telling me she’d wear them wherever I wanted. I’d decided where I wanted us to go, suspecting that she’d probably forgotten about her promise.
Jacqui called me Wednesday evening, letting me know she’d made it to her hotel in Great Falls. She said she was pretty nervous about going into the store in the morning to meet her employees. She told me she thought that phrase, ‘her employees,’ sounded pretty cool. I told her Michelle was with Shaun but didn’t elaborate. We talked a little longer until she said she was tired and needed to get to bed for her upcoming long day.
Michelle came home after work Thursday just as I’d asked. She brought her suitcase but it was empty. All of her clothes had been left at Shaun’s house. I presumed that her two days there had gone well. When I asked her about it, she just grinned and said they’d had fun.
“Oh and we went to the Black Angus last night. We saw Trisha there, she really is a fun girl. We did our best to put on another little show for her.” She went on with another statement that surprised the heck out of me, “Since Jacqui’s moving, maybe you should invite her out sometime.” My cock instantly grew thinking about the time I’d already had with Trisha! Unknown to Michelle, she’d helped my Saturday night plan to fall neatly into place.
Jacqui called and filled me in on her day, said she thought she’d really like the girls who worked there, they all seemed nice. “Tomorrow, the current manager, Lisa is going to take me on a tour of Great Falls to get some ideas where I might want to live.” We talked for another twenty minutes or so on little inconsequential things, mostly just missing each other. While I was talking to Jacqui, I wasn’t paying attention to what Michelle was doing.
After we hung up, Michelle sauntered into the room wearing a new little baby doll nightie. Ahh, the girl was going to try my patience! I was so horny and wanted to make love with her badly but I also had Saturday night plans that I wanted both of us really horny for. I didn’t want either of us making love before then. But at the same time I didn’t want to give her any clue that anything was happening Saturday. I envisioned two long nights between now and then!
Michelle took my hand and led me to bed. After I sat down on the bed and slipped my boxers off, she stood in front of me and slipped the baby doll thong down off her hips and climbed in beside me. She kissed me and pushed her hand down grasping my erection, rubbing my slippery precum up and down. I slipped her strap down and sucked a nipple in my mouth and rubbed Michelle’s wet clit getting a groan from her.. While I was sucking, Michelle asked me, “MMM, do you want to hear about my nights with Shaun?
Oh God, did I! I mumbled out a yes and Michelle told me, kind of stumbling over her words, “Fuck me first!”
That’s another thing new about Michelle, she always used to abhor the ‘f’ word. She still doesn’t use it often, but when she does it turns me on even more. I was horny, my gorgeous wife was rubbing precum up and down on my cock, I had fingers inside her pussy and my lips trying to suck milk from her breast. I wanted her to tell me about Shaun and she was begging me to fuck her. My earlier resolve to not make love with her had rapidly crumbled.
Then I thought about her doing this with Shaun and my resolve crumbled some more. Nothing turned me on more than Michelle with another man! I couldn’t help it. I’d wanted to wait until Saturday night but her delicate fingers rubbing me and my vision of her with Shaun pushed me over the edge. I rolled on top of my lovely wife and was pelvis to pelvis inside of her before I even realized what I was doing. Both of us groaned and I captured her lips with mine, kissing her as I cupped her face in my hands. I pushed myself away from her, up on my hands, plunging in and out of her, then stopped with my cock buried inside her. Michelle’s hands were on my butt, her fingernails scratching me, urging me deeper with her hips bucking up to meet mine. I wanted to stop and make her tell me about Shaun but I couldn’t. I pictured him on top of her, his cock buried inside her just as I was and my orgasm erupted. I pushed in and out of her frantically, eliciting every drop of cum. When I was finished, I collapsed on top of her and took several minutes to catch my breath as the blood inside my cock reversed its flow to my brain and some degree of awareness returned to my addled brain.
I very happily kissed my wife’s cheek and whispered in her ear, “Now, tell me about Shaun?”
She tilted her head over and gave me a long, lingering kiss before she started talking. “I stopped at the store and picked up this little nightie I thought he might like, then to the grocery store for some salmon and salad mix steaks and a few other items. When I got to his house, he was surprised to see me since I hadn’t called and told him I was coming. I set the groceries down and told him to go in the other room, that I was cooking him dinner. He wanted to help but I told him I was doing it and he could go watch TV. I’d already put the nightie on under my clothes and as soon as he was out of sight, I stripped down to it. You should have seen his face when I asked him to come in and help me reach something in the cupboard.”
I was loving her story. I closed my eyes and visualized her lover walking in and seeing her cooking dinner wearing what she’d just worn to bed with me. It started to make me hard again. My gorgeous wife noticed my hardening love organ, rolled us over and slid her pussy down over me so I was buried inside her again. Michelle went on with her story as she rocked her hips driving me deeper inside her, “Shaun walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck and massaging my boobs. I managed to turn around and kissed him long and deep, kind of like this.” She leaned down and kissed me with her soft lips, her tongue gently invading my mouth while at the same time her hips were moving up and down on my cock.
She went on kissing me for what seemed like forever. When she finally broke away, groaning with our lovemaking, she continued her story, “After we kissed I told him he had to wait for dessert until after dinner. You said you wanted me to tease him to death and I think I succeeded. After I put the food on the table I lit some candles and turned the lights off before I called Shaun to the table. We could hardly keep our eyes off each other while we ate. After dinner I told him we were going to wait a half hour before going to bed. We sat on the couch and kissed and caressed each other until neither of us could stand it any longer.”
Michelle and I were both groaning with our lovemaking. She had to pause a while because she couldn’t talk with my lips around her nipple while she worked herself up and down on my cock.
Yes, I now it’s weird getting so turned on by my wife telling me about her lover while we’re making love, but that’s the way it is and I’ve learned to just accept it and enjoy. I’d come just a few minutes before but that fantastic orgasmic feeling was returning rapidly and I didn’t want to come again until she finished telling me about her evening. I pushed her up off of me letting my pending orgasm subside for a moment. When I felt like it was safe again, I let her lower herself down on me again and asked her what they did next.
“We went in the bedroom and I let Shaun take my thong off before I undressed him. Then I climbed on the bed on my knees and elbows, looked back at Shaun and asked him if he was interested in anything he saw. He climbed on the bed behind me and rammed himself inside me.” She paused a little bit, “Oh God, it was so good!”
That did it for me, I made another plunge deep inside her and orgasmed hard. Michelle groaned and came with me, both our bodies shuddering with emotional and physical pleasure. Afterward we lay beside each other and I told her, “I love you.”
Michelle purred a little bit before she said, “You too.” We lay together and finally went to sleep.
Friday night we went to a square dance. We hadn’t been to one for so long it seemed like forever. We dressed up, me in my western clothes and cowboy boots and Michelle wore one of her pretty skirts with a flouncy slip, skimpy pettipants and a silk blouse. She looked absolutely radiant and so sexy! I loved watching her with the other men, flirting and making everyone feel special. If they only knew what was happening in our private lives!
After the dance we went to Shari’s Restaurant with our square dance friends for dessert. I realized when we were eating ice cream that I hadn’t heard from Jacqui that day. I had no idea what to make of that, but didn’t want to call her this late. Besides, I was enjoying my time with my wife.
Saturday morning we got up and while we were having a bowl of vanilla almond cereal, I reminded her of the promise she’d made, “Sweetheart, you remember that night you modeled the clothes for me before that weekend you went with Shaun?”
She looked at me, cocking her head inquisitively, apparently not thinking about the promise she’d made that night. “Mmhmm.”
“Do you remember the promise you made?”
I could see the light finally dawning on her face, “You mean the bra and blouse?”
“And the panties”
She kind of hesitantly said, “Okay, I remember. I’d completely forgotten about it.”
“Mmhmm, I think tonight’s the night for you to wear them.”
For any readers who haven’t read Ch 2 part 2 of this series, Michelle modeled several articles of clothing for me that she’d purchased for a long weekend trip with Shaun, including a transparent blouse and shelf bra totally exposing her breasts. She’d told me that those were strictly for me, that she’d wear them for me wherever I wanted. Up to now, obviously she’d forgotten that promise but I certainly hadn’t!
“Okay, where are we going? I remember something about you getting a skirt, do you have one?”
“Well as to where we’re going, that’s my secret. As for the skirt, since you did such a good job with the blouse and undies, I thought I’d let you find one that would be suitably sexy.”
“I guess I can try to find something. Do you have any preferences?”
“No sweetie, I’m leaving it entirely up to you, just so it’s sexy.”
She took a deep breath, “Okay, I’ll see if I can find something.”
After we finished breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, Michelle set out on her task of finding a suitable skirt. While she was gone, I wanted to be sure of my plan so I called Trisha to see if she’d be working. I was relieved when she assured me she was. I asked her if she could save us a table for two about nine-thirty? “We don’t reserve but I’ll do my best.”
“Good, I’m anxious to see you again. Any chance you might be free after work?” This concept of asking a girl on a date was becoming much easier to me.
She paused just a bit, making me nervous about my plan falling apart when she finally said, “I think I’d like that. Back to your house?”
“No, I had something else in mind.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll see you then.”
After getting off the phone with Trisha I called Jacqui. She told me she was with a realtor looking at a house and couldn’t talk. She said she’d call me as soon as she got home Sunday. I was disappointed. I was more than anxious to hear what she’d learned.
My plan seemed to be ready. I knew what I wanted to do, but had no idea how it’d actually turn out, how the evening might develop. I knew how much things could veer completely different than how they were planned. I busied myself with little honey-do projects waiting for Michelle to get home and nervously hoping the evening didn’t turn out to be a disaster.
I wondered how long it took to buy one little skirt? Michelle had been gone over five hours until she got home. I’d been horny and every second I waited made it worse. When she finally got home I asked her how long it took to buy a skirt?
She held her hand up in front of her and told me, “Well, I thought maybe a manicure and pedicure might be nice for tonight.” Then I noticed her gorgeous fingernails and her hair that she’d had done. She’d had her hair done in a style I hadn’t seen for a long time, her long hair gently curled down over her shoulders, looking shiny and soft.
I wondered about the skirt, so I asked her, “Did you find something?”
She grinned at me, “I did, do you want to see it?”
I most definitely was anxious to see what she’d bought, “Absolutely!”
She picked up her bag to take the skirt out, then paused a little bit, “I think maybe you better wait until I put it on tonight.”
I groaned. Somehow I knew she would be doing that to me. She almost had me fooled that she was going to show me but I knew better. Yeah right!
“What time do we need to be ready?”
I’d told Trisha nine-thirty. “A little after nine should be fine.”
I knew it was going to be a very late night, so I suggested to Michelle that we might want to get a little rest before we went out. We both lay down for a little bit and I went to sleep. At eight Michelle woke me up suggesting that I’d better start getting ready.
I put on a nice pair of slacks and a silk shirt, wanting to look nice for the evening. Then I patiently waited in our living room for Michelle. I was eager to see what she’d be wearing. I knew some of it but not the skirt she’d picked out. From past experience, I knew she’d be ravishing!
When Michelle finally opened the bedroom door at nine, I was once again all eyes! She’d promised what she was going to wear but I’d actually forgotten just how sexy it was going to be. Her blouse was totally transparent. I don’t mean a little, I mean TOTAL! Her bare nipples were held up and out by the shelf bra she’d bought a few weeks ago. Her new skirt was a black, tight pencil skirt coming just above her knees. What really set it off though was that on her left side it was cutout a few inches wide all the way up her thigh to just below her panty line, even a little above the top of the lace on her sheer black nylons. A pair of black 4’ heels finished her outfit.
I don’t think there would be any way that she could be sexier. I couldn’t help but run my hands over that blouse feeling her bare breasts. I whispered in her ear, “If you want you could skip the bra.” In reality, I thought the shelf bra almost looked pornographic. Natural would be much prettier and sexier.
Michelle returned to the bedroom and re-appeared a moment later totally bare-breasted under her blouse. I liked that much better. Her breasts swaying when she walked and nipples poking through the transparent material was oh so sexy! I suggested she might want to wear a sweater for a little bit. She still had no idea where we were going.
On our drive to the Black Angus I couldn’t help but glance over at Michelle, sitting next to me with a light sweater over her blouse. I thought again about the last year and a half. Only that long ago Michelle was conscious of showing a little too much cleavage. Now she’s going with me to a public family restaurant very nearly naked above the waist.
When we arrived I suggested to Michelle that she might want to keep the sweater on until we were seated in our own private booth. Even with that, the skirt and my knowledge of what was under it made her very sexy. I could barely wait until the sweater came off!
When we entered, the host smiled at us and asked, “I believe you may be looking for Trisha?”
I was pleasantly surprised, apparently she’d described us to him, “Yes please. That would be wonderful.”
I let Michelle walk in front of me like the gentleman I am. Maybe I also wanted to watch people’s eyes as we walked past. If only they knew what was under her sweater. The restaurant was about 90 percent full, only a few empty booths. I’ve described the Black Angus before, but for new readers it’s a very upscale steak restaurant with partitioning separating each booth for privacy. You can see into the booth from the aisle but they provide total privacy from adjacent diners. It allows a very secluded and quiet atmosphere, even though the restaurant is busy. And their food is good!
As Michelle slid into the booth and I next to her, I saw Trisha helping people at another booth, taking their order. She looked very pretty as she always does. We’d only met her two weeks before and I’d been out with her once. I was amazed how easy it was to become friends with someone, especially beautiful women. Up to starting my relationship with Jacqui, I’d always been horribly bashful and shy around the fairer sex.
After we sat down Michelle looked at me and her face got a little red from blushing. I responded to her blushing by whispering to her, “The sweater sweetheart, don’t you think it’s a little warm in here so you should take it off?”
Her face was flushed, obviously from the heat. She sighed and finally looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention so she leaned forward and reluctantly slipped the sweater off, handing it to me. I couldn’t help but stare and watch her face blushing as she revealed herself.
A year and a half ago, Michelle’s blouses were modest, sometimes showing a little cleavage if she was feeling very risqué but usually not. She’d been risqué that night in Kodiak and then a while afterward but had gradually over the years gravitated back to fairly modest as she’d gotten a little older.
After her affair with Mike began, she started to enjoy being quite a bit more risqué again, dressing quite provocatively at times, occasionally going out sans panties or bra. Now with her affair with Shaun, she’d been going even further, doing that strip tease at the Honey Bunzz. But that was an erotic dance club atmosphere that invited ladies to act out their hidden desires – and Michelle certainly had!
This was completely different, my wife was now sitting in a family restaurant, although nearly all adults, wearing an incredibly sexy skirt and practically nothing above the waist for anyone to pass by and see her lovely, bare breasts!
I leaned over and kissed her, whispering through my kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you too, but sitting here like this is making me a nervous wreck.”
“But you’re so beautiful.” I looked around to see if anyone was in sight and pinched a nipple. The kind and thoughtful husband that I am, I wouldn’t want her nipples to not be nice and erect under that blouse. I wanted to wrap my lips around those luscious globes but thought that the wet spot on her blouse might be a bit much. On second thought, maybe not! I kissed my wife and just as I was nibbling on her neck and starting down her front, she pushed me away. I looked at her bright red face, then at the grinning Trisha who had stopped at our booth.
“Seems as if I have a bad habit of interrupting.” I watched as Trisha’s smile broadened across her face, “Love your outfit, Michelle.” Trisha was the first to see my wife tonight in her near naked splendor.
Michelle managed to ask for a strawberry lemonade through her embarrassment. Then Trisha turned to me and asked very professionally, “And would you like some ice tea to go with your breast milk?”
I sputtered and coughed a bit before I answered very timidly, “Yes, please.” I looked at Michelle who was hiding her face with her hands.
Trisha giggled a little and said she’d have it brought right out. As soon as she walked away, my wife looked at me and burst out laughing.
It was only a moment later when one of the male waiters delivered our drinks to our table. His eyes couldn’t have been any more obvious in their admiration of my wife’s assets. I wonder what he would have thought if he’d been aware that while he was standing there drooling over my wife’s boobs, my fingers were rubbing the inside of her thigh, just at the edge of her panties under the table.
I didn’t really want to make Michelle uncomfortable with my little finger exercises, I just wanted to see how well she could control her emotions the nearer she came to coming.
All through our dinner, it was different waiters bringing our food, refilling our drinks, making sure our meal was good and so on. Even the chef visited out table to ask if our meals were acceptable. It reminded me a little of that time in Kodiak when she’d worn a revealing blouse and bra getting stares from the staff and patrons, even though that hadn’t been nearly as revealing as what she was wearing tonight.
Of course on that night, my hand wasn’t rubbing her clit and massing just inside her pussy lips either. On this night, I wanted to see how close I could bring her to an orgasm in front of a waiter without actually letting her come. I knew what I had planned the rest of the night and I wanted her horny! She was returning the favor, with her fingers wrapped around my cock over my slacks.
It was obvious what Trisha was doing, she wanted the entire Black Angus staff to have the pleasure of my wife’s company. It was fun watching her squirm and buck her hips until someone came by to help us. Of course I wouldn’t have used those times to plunge my fingers as deep inside her as I could while eating with the other hand. When we ordered, I’d actually thought ahead for once and ordered a chef salad that I could eat with one hand.
When our meal was finished, we finally saw Trisha at our table again. We’d seen her off and on serving others, but I doubted there was an employee at the Black Angus who hadn’t been to our table at least once. Trisha had only been that first time, then bringing our meal. When she brought our check and asked if there was anything else, I looked briefly at Michelle who was completely oblivious to what I was about to do. But after all, she’d suggested that we might want to ask Trisha out sometime. I asked Trisha, “There is one thing, Michelle and I were wondering if you’d like to accompany us to a little party after you get off?”
I’d already talked to her about it on the phone earlier so she wasn’t surprised with my request. “I’d love to if you’re sure it’s okay with your beautiful wife.”
Michelle looked a little surprised but readily agreed. I’d timed our dinner to finish very near to closing so I told Trisha we’d wait for her.
After leaving a healthy tip for the staff looking after us so well, I drove around back where Trisha had suggested and parked again. I looked over at my wife and leaned to kiss her, whispering, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she responded, as she wrapped her hands around my neck pulling me in tighter. We sat in our car making out like a couple lovestruck teenagers, waiting for Trisha. When was the last time we’d made out in the car like this? I have no idea, but I was enjoying every second of my wife’s attention and every inch of her body. My hands roamed, under her skirt over her hips, over her bare breasts, our lips were virtually melted together as I felt between her legs. The first time I felt her warm pussy lips between the creases of those crotchless panties I nearly exploded. Michelle was moaning into my lips, spreading her legs further apart and I was just exploring the very edges of her very damp lips when the back car door opened and Trisha slid inside.
“Wow, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important. Seems like I have a knack of showing up at the wrong time,” she giggled.
“Mmm, not yet, but we were getting there,” Michelle said as she was smoothing out her skirt, trying to cover her legs a little.
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This story is a direct continuation from Michelle’s New Boyfriend Ch 2, part 6.
The night before, I’d told Michelle about the evening with Trisha and Jacqui, leaving out a couple of tiny, insignificant details, such as Trisha following us home. Actually, the only thing I mentioned to Michelle was going to the Black Angus with Jacqui and how we both flirted with Trisha. I thought that sometime when Michelle and I were together with Trisha might be a better time to fill her in on all those little details.
Jacqui finally called me mid-afternoon. She said things were moving a lot faster than she’d anticipated. First, she said she’d misunderstood where the store was. It’s actually in Great Falls, not Helena. It’s another ninety miles further, a total of 550 miles from home!
Management wanted her to fly there Tuesday, meet the staff and get to know the store Wednesday and Thursday, show her around the community on Friday then they had an appointment with a realtor to look at houses or apartments on Saturday. Her home flight was Sunday. She said they told her what they’d be paying her and it was nearly double what she made in Kennewick.
Wow, I didn’t like the sound of that (except for the pay part!), it was way too fast. One thing that I thought would definitely slow down the move will be her actually making the move. That would be a pretty big step, getting her house ready to sell, all her stuff moved then cleaned up. I could see all of that likely being a few weeks at least.
That evening I told Michelle of Jacqui’s upcoming trip, realizing it’s was only the next day when she was scheduled to fly out. One thing I definitely love about Michelle is her empathy for others, in this case Jacqui. She didn’t want Jacqui home alone tonight so she suggested I spend the night with her.
When I got to Jacqui’s, she was busy packing a couple suitcases. It never ceases to amaze me how much a woman has to take with her for just a couple days. I guess this was going to be more than a couple days, it was five days. She filled two large suitcases, a carry on bag and a garment bag. I suggested she better take some nice nighties just in case she meets some cute guy. “Yeah, right,” she told me, “As if that’s going to happen!” Then she did put in one of her sexiest nighties, I think just to tease me. She held it in front of her, looking in the mirror and asked me, “Do you think he’d like this one?” She carefully folded it and put it in one of the suitcases.
I know it’s weird, but thinking of Jacqui with another guy makes me almost unbearably jealous. If it was Michelle, my wife, I’d be rooting for her, hoping she did meet some sexy hunk to seduce.
After Jacqui finished packing, I took Jacqui to the Red Lobster for a little different dinner than we’re used to. I like the Red Lobster, but it seems a little overpriced to me and I much prefer the quiet booths of the Black Angus. We avoided the subject of the elephant in the room, her upcoming move to Montana and instead talked about last Saturday evening. Jacqui had fun and lots of giggles telling me about her and Trisha getting to know each other and the fun they had dressing up to tease me.
Then Jacqui got a bit more serious and told me she wouldn’t mind if I developed a relationship with Trisha. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, two women in my life seemed like enough. Overall we had a very nice dinner.
I drove to Columbia Park where Jacqui and I had sat in the car making out, getting to know each other over a year earlier. It seemed hard to believe that we’d only been together for a year. We kissed, giggled and switched to the back seat where there wasn’t anything between us and made out together like we had that other time. This time though, I certainly wasn’t going to be dropping her off at her door again! It wasn’t long before Jacqui’s blouse and bra and my shirt were back in the front seat. Jacqui’s lipstick was all over my body and if I’d had any, there certainly would have been a ring of it around Jacqui’s nipples! Fortunately, we didn’t have the same experience as you so often read about, a cop showing up knocking on the windows, giving us a ticket for indecent exposure.
We put our clothes back on and hurried back to Jacqui’s house where we didn’t have to worry about a cop or anything else except enjoying each other. Making love with Jacqui is the most heavenly feeling on earth! The way she can massage my cock inside her is simply heaven on earth! Jacqui has the most exquisite, smooth body with curves in all the right places to heighten the experience of making love with her.
The next morning I called the office and let them know I’d be a few hours late so I could drive Jacqui to the airport. She was pretty nervous, embarking on a totally new experience. We checked her suitcases and I escorted her to the security checkpoint. I kissed her and tried to reassure her that she’d be fine, that everyone in Montana would love her. I watched her go through the metal detector and we blew a kiss as she walked down the hall toward the waiting area. When she was out of sight, turning and walking away was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.
Tuesday evening, when I got home from work, Michelle had a funny look on her face, I could tell that something was up, but didn’t know what it might be. Then she told me she’d gotten a call from Shaun that afternoon. “Remember I told you that he wanted to get back with his wife?”
I couldn’t help but remember that. I guess it was kind of my safety net with the relationship between Shaun and Michelle. We both knew he wouldn’t be looking for anything permanent with Michelle since he intended to get back with his wife. I wondered what was up, “Are they going back together?” Michelle looked concerned, but not heartbroken.
She shook her head no, “A Sheriff’s Deputy delivered divorce papers to him this afternoon.”
I looked at her, speechless. She’d just raised the stakes of their relationship about ten-fold! I’d had the obviously wrong impression that encouraging her with him was somewhat safe since he’d eventually be going back to his wife. Now she’d pulled that rug out and he was safe to pursue her for a permanent relationship. I think my face turned white.
Michelle looked at me in dismay, nearly in tears, “You want me to quit seeing him, don’t you?”
I thought about what Michelle said. Did I want her to end her relationship with Shaun? Yeah I did, I was scared to death for us. I didn’t want to lose my wife. I know she’s told me over and over again that it would never happen, but the type of relationship they’re having and if he’s a totally free man, the danger that she could was so much more. But was I ready to ask her to stop? I really thought about that, do I trust my wife or don’t I?
I thought about how much I enjoy dreaming of her in the arms of another man and how perfect Shaun is for her, how much they both care for each other. That night Shaun was at our house and I watched them make love. No, ‘fuck’ is a much more appropriate description. Ask her to quit seeing him? I want her to be in an erotic relationship, what can be more erotic than if the guy is super hot and available?
As I sat on the couch thinking, Michelle reassured me, “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll quit with him if you want.”
I knew she would which made my decision that much easier. I told her, “No, I think you should go to him tonight, tell him you love your husband and he can’t ever have you. Then have a really special date night before you go back to his house and fuck his brains out like he’s never been fucked before! Then I want you to spend the next two nights with him and come home Thursday.”
Michelle looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. All I knew was that I couldn’t let it go. The more risky the relationship was to us, the more erotic and exciting it would be at the same time. After all, she’d been encouraging my open love affair with a woman who we both knew was single and very available. Could I trust her less than she’d trusted me?
Michelle silently walked into our bedroom and got her suitcase out of the closet. She laid it on the bed and started filling it with her sexiest things, a couple matching bra/panty sets, two nightgowns that Trisha had worn for me the weekend before, a couple changes of work clothes and a couple leisure outfits. She packed her makeup kit and her overnight toiletries and finally closed the suitcase.
She came over to me and kissed me softly on the lips, telling me, “You know I love you, right?” I shook my head up and down, nearly crying from what I was asking my wife to do. I was literally shaking with fear and jealousy, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. I’d told her what I wanted and now I was going to live with it.
I’d never understood why a drug addict takes that next shot of heroin in his arm knowing what it was doing to him. Now I understood perfectly, it was something they couldn’t not do! The danger and harm were simply disregarded because of the need for the drug.
I’d wanted her to fall in love with a man who she knew was off limits long term. Now that she’d know he was actually available, it made my cock even harder thinking of her with him. How much hotter is it for her to have a steamy affair and fall madly in love with a single guy with no commitments, nothing at all to stop her from moving in with him completely and even marrying. Nothing to stop her except her love for me!
I guess my strategy was to set my wife totally free with Shaun and if she really loves me, she’ll come home. I was scared, I was elated. I wanted this for her, to have a totally free relationship with Shaun. The fact that Shaun’s wife was setting him free to love Michelle in return with no strings attached only enhanced the uncertainty of their affair.
The thing is, Shaun isn’t just an ordinary guy. I’m an ordinary guy, eight to five job, average looks, nothing special except that I love my wife unconditionally and she loves me. Shaun on the other hand has a glamorous career; his own radio show and rodeo announcer, a booming, deep voice, fantastic personality and a physique that any woman would lust after. There’s no way I can compete with him. My only hold on my wife is that I know she loves me and I trust her implicitly.
Michelle and I crossed a bridge we could never return when she spent that first weekend with Mike. We crossed another bridge when Michelle and I went to Victoria’s Secret to ask Jacqui for that first date. Since then we’ve crossed bridge after bridge, even as we both realize that one day one of them might fall as we’re crossing it. Yet that next bridge was always right there on the horizon, beckoning us with the beauty on the other side, even though we both knew there could never be a return. Was the bridge that night the last? Or would the next simply be a little bit further down the road?
All of this went through my mind as I watched my wife backing out of our driveway and driving down the street toward her lover, feeling the strangeness and fear that their relationship had just changed dramatically.
At the same time, I knew I was going to lose Jacqui. There wasn’t any way she could move 550 miles away and us maintain the relationship we’ve had. As much as I knew it would hurt, I hoped she’d find a good man, a little closer to her age, someone to love and marry like she deserved.
In the meantime, I was home alone the rest of the week, till Thursday. Jacqui was getting ready for her trip the next day and I didn’t want to tell her what was going on with Michelle, she’d worry that much more about me.
I went to bed that night with an immense hard-on wondering what Michelle and Shaun were doing. It didn’t help when a little after eleven, my phone chirped with a message from her - a selfie of her and Shaun in bed, both naked above the waist and the sheet just covering their waists. “MMMM, I will not masturbate, I will not masturbate!”
Somehow I got through Tuesday and Wednesday nights. I’d answered Nicki’s e-mail, telling her how much I looked forward to seeing her, asking her the details, when she was coming, for how long etc. I also started to form a fun plan for the upcoming weekend with Michelle. She’d shown me that shelf bra, transparent blouse and crotchless panties a few weeks ago, telling me she’d wear them wherever I wanted. I’d decided where I wanted us to go, suspecting that she’d probably forgotten about her promise.
Jacqui called me Wednesday evening, letting me know she’d made it to her hotel in Great Falls. She said she was pretty nervous about going into the store in the morning to meet her employees. She told me she thought that phrase, ‘her employees,’ sounded pretty cool. I told her Michelle was with Shaun but didn’t elaborate. We talked a little longer until she said she was tired and needed to get to bed for her upcoming long day.
Michelle came home after work Thursday just as I’d asked. She brought her suitcase but it was empty. All of her clothes had been left at Shaun’s house. I presumed that her two days there had gone well. When I asked her about it, she just grinned and said they’d had fun.
“Oh and we went to the Black Angus last night. We saw Trisha there, she really is a fun girl. We did our best to put on another little show for her.” She went on with another statement that surprised the heck out of me, “Since Jacqui’s moving, maybe you should invite her out sometime.” My cock instantly grew thinking about the time I’d already had with Trisha! Unknown to Michelle, she’d helped my Saturday night plan to fall neatly into place.
Jacqui called and filled me in on her day, said she thought she’d really like the girls who worked there, they all seemed nice. “Tomorrow, the current manager, Lisa is going to take me on a tour of Great Falls to get some ideas where I might want to live.” We talked for another twenty minutes or so on little inconsequential things, mostly just missing each other. While I was talking to Jacqui, I wasn’t paying attention to what Michelle was doing.
After we hung up, Michelle sauntered into the room wearing a new little baby doll nightie. Ahh, the girl was going to try my patience! I was so horny and wanted to make love with her badly but I also had Saturday night plans that I wanted both of us really horny for. I didn’t want either of us making love before then. But at the same time I didn’t want to give her any clue that anything was happening Saturday. I envisioned two long nights between now and then!
Michelle took my hand and led me to bed. After I sat down on the bed and slipped my boxers off, she stood in front of me and slipped the baby doll thong down off her hips and climbed in beside me. She kissed me and pushed her hand down grasping my erection, rubbing my slippery precum up and down. I slipped her strap down and sucked a nipple in my mouth and rubbed Michelle’s wet clit getting a groan from her.. While I was sucking, Michelle asked me, “MMM, do you want to hear about my nights with Shaun?
Oh God, did I! I mumbled out a yes and Michelle told me, kind of stumbling over her words, “Fuck me first!”
That’s another thing new about Michelle, she always used to abhor the ‘f’ word. She still doesn’t use it often, but when she does it turns me on even more. I was horny, my gorgeous wife was rubbing precum up and down on my cock, I had fingers inside her pussy and my lips trying to suck milk from her breast. I wanted her to tell me about Shaun and she was begging me to fuck her. My earlier resolve to not make love with her had rapidly crumbled.
Then I thought about her doing this with Shaun and my resolve crumbled some more. Nothing turned me on more than Michelle with another man! I couldn’t help it. I’d wanted to wait until Saturday night but her delicate fingers rubbing me and my vision of her with Shaun pushed me over the edge. I rolled on top of my lovely wife and was pelvis to pelvis inside of her before I even realized what I was doing. Both of us groaned and I captured her lips with mine, kissing her as I cupped her face in my hands. I pushed myself away from her, up on my hands, plunging in and out of her, then stopped with my cock buried inside her. Michelle’s hands were on my butt, her fingernails scratching me, urging me deeper with her hips bucking up to meet mine. I wanted to stop and make her tell me about Shaun but I couldn’t. I pictured him on top of her, his cock buried inside her just as I was and my orgasm erupted. I pushed in and out of her frantically, eliciting every drop of cum. When I was finished, I collapsed on top of her and took several minutes to catch my breath as the blood inside my cock reversed its flow to my brain and some degree of awareness returned to my addled brain.
I very happily kissed my wife’s cheek and whispered in her ear, “Now, tell me about Shaun?”
She tilted her head over and gave me a long, lingering kiss before she started talking. “I stopped at the store and picked up this little nightie I thought he might like, then to the grocery store for some salmon and salad mix steaks and a few other items. When I got to his house, he was surprised to see me since I hadn’t called and told him I was coming. I set the groceries down and told him to go in the other room, that I was cooking him dinner. He wanted to help but I told him I was doing it and he could go watch TV. I’d already put the nightie on under my clothes and as soon as he was out of sight, I stripped down to it. You should have seen his face when I asked him to come in and help me reach something in the cupboard.”
I was loving her story. I closed my eyes and visualized her lover walking in and seeing her cooking dinner wearing what she’d just worn to bed with me. It started to make me hard again. My gorgeous wife noticed my hardening love organ, rolled us over and slid her pussy down over me so I was buried inside her again. Michelle went on with her story as she rocked her hips driving me deeper inside her, “Shaun walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck and massaging my boobs. I managed to turn around and kissed him long and deep, kind of like this.” She leaned down and kissed me with her soft lips, her tongue gently invading my mouth while at the same time her hips were moving up and down on my cock.
She went on kissing me for what seemed like forever. When she finally broke away, groaning with our lovemaking, she continued her story, “After we kissed I told him he had to wait for dessert until after dinner. You said you wanted me to tease him to death and I think I succeeded. After I put the food on the table I lit some candles and turned the lights off before I called Shaun to the table. We could hardly keep our eyes off each other while we ate. After dinner I told him we were going to wait a half hour before going to bed. We sat on the couch and kissed and caressed each other until neither of us could stand it any longer.”
Michelle and I were both groaning with our lovemaking. She had to pause a while because she couldn’t talk with my lips around her nipple while she worked herself up and down on my cock.
Yes, I now it’s weird getting so turned on by my wife telling me about her lover while we’re making love, but that’s the way it is and I’ve learned to just accept it and enjoy. I’d come just a few minutes before but that fantastic orgasmic feeling was returning rapidly and I didn’t want to come again until she finished telling me about her evening. I pushed her up off of me letting my pending orgasm subside for a moment. When I felt like it was safe again, I let her lower herself down on me again and asked her what they did next.
“We went in the bedroom and I let Shaun take my thong off before I undressed him. Then I climbed on the bed on my knees and elbows, looked back at Shaun and asked him if he was interested in anything he saw. He climbed on the bed behind me and rammed himself inside me.” She paused a little bit, “Oh God, it was so good!”
That did it for me, I made another plunge deep inside her and orgasmed hard. Michelle groaned and came with me, both our bodies shuddering with emotional and physical pleasure. Afterward we lay beside each other and I told her, “I love you.”
Michelle purred a little bit before she said, “You too.” We lay together and finally went to sleep.
Friday night we went to a square dance. We hadn’t been to one for so long it seemed like forever. We dressed up, me in my western clothes and cowboy boots and Michelle wore one of her pretty skirts with a flouncy slip, skimpy pettipants and a silk blouse. She looked absolutely radiant and so sexy! I loved watching her with the other men, flirting and making everyone feel special. If they only knew what was happening in our private lives!
After the dance we went to Shari’s Restaurant with our square dance friends for dessert. I realized when we were eating ice cream that I hadn’t heard from Jacqui that day. I had no idea what to make of that, but didn’t want to call her this late. Besides, I was enjoying my time with my wife.
Saturday morning we got up and while we were having a bowl of vanilla almond cereal, I reminded her of the promise she’d made, “Sweetheart, you remember that night you modeled the clothes for me before that weekend you went with Shaun?”
She looked at me, cocking her head inquisitively, apparently not thinking about the promise she’d made that night. “Mmhmm.”
“Do you remember the promise you made?”
I could see the light finally dawning on her face, “You mean the bra and blouse?”
“And the panties”
She kind of hesitantly said, “Okay, I remember. I’d completely forgotten about it.”
“Mmhmm, I think tonight’s the night for you to wear them.”
For any readers who haven’t read Ch 2 part 2 of this series, Michelle modeled several articles of clothing for me that she’d purchased for a long weekend trip with Shaun, including a transparent blouse and shelf bra totally exposing her breasts. She’d told me that those were strictly for me, that she’d wear them for me wherever I wanted. Up to now, obviously she’d forgotten that promise but I certainly hadn’t!
“Okay, where are we going? I remember something about you getting a skirt, do you have one?”
“Well as to where we’re going, that’s my secret. As for the skirt, since you did such a good job with the blouse and undies, I thought I’d let you find one that would be suitably sexy.”
“I guess I can try to find something. Do you have any preferences?”
“No sweetie, I’m leaving it entirely up to you, just so it’s sexy.”
She took a deep breath, “Okay, I’ll see if I can find something.”
After we finished breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, Michelle set out on her task of finding a suitable skirt. While she was gone, I wanted to be sure of my plan so I called Trisha to see if she’d be working. I was relieved when she assured me she was. I asked her if she could save us a table for two about nine-thirty? “We don’t reserve but I’ll do my best.”
“Good, I’m anxious to see you again. Any chance you might be free after work?” This concept of asking a girl on a date was becoming much easier to me.
She paused just a bit, making me nervous about my plan falling apart when she finally said, “I think I’d like that. Back to your house?”
“No, I had something else in mind.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll see you then.”
After getting off the phone with Trisha I called Jacqui. She told me she was with a realtor looking at a house and couldn’t talk. She said she’d call me as soon as she got home Sunday. I was disappointed. I was more than anxious to hear what she’d learned.
My plan seemed to be ready. I knew what I wanted to do, but had no idea how it’d actually turn out, how the evening might develop. I knew how much things could veer completely different than how they were planned. I busied myself with little honey-do projects waiting for Michelle to get home and nervously hoping the evening didn’t turn out to be a disaster.
I wondered how long it took to buy one little skirt? Michelle had been gone over five hours until she got home. I’d been horny and every second I waited made it worse. When she finally got home I asked her how long it took to buy a skirt?
She held her hand up in front of her and told me, “Well, I thought maybe a manicure and pedicure might be nice for tonight.” Then I noticed her gorgeous fingernails and her hair that she’d had done. She’d had her hair done in a style I hadn’t seen for a long time, her long hair gently curled down over her shoulders, looking shiny and soft.
I wondered about the skirt, so I asked her, “Did you find something?”
She grinned at me, “I did, do you want to see it?”
I most definitely was anxious to see what she’d bought, “Absolutely!”
She picked up her bag to take the skirt out, then paused a little bit, “I think maybe you better wait until I put it on tonight.”
I groaned. Somehow I knew she would be doing that to me. She almost had me fooled that she was going to show me but I knew better. Yeah right!
“What time do we need to be ready?”
I’d told Trisha nine-thirty. “A little after nine should be fine.”
I knew it was going to be a very late night, so I suggested to Michelle that we might want to get a little rest before we went out. We both lay down for a little bit and I went to sleep. At eight Michelle woke me up suggesting that I’d better start getting ready.
I put on a nice pair of slacks and a silk shirt, wanting to look nice for the evening. Then I patiently waited in our living room for Michelle. I was eager to see what she’d be wearing. I knew some of it but not the skirt she’d picked out. From past experience, I knew she’d be ravishing!
When Michelle finally opened the bedroom door at nine, I was once again all eyes! She’d promised what she was going to wear but I’d actually forgotten just how sexy it was going to be. Her blouse was totally transparent. I don’t mean a little, I mean TOTAL! Her bare nipples were held up and out by the shelf bra she’d bought a few weeks ago. Her new skirt was a black, tight pencil skirt coming just above her knees. What really set it off though was that on her left side it was cutout a few inches wide all the way up her thigh to just below her panty line, even a little above the top of the lace on her sheer black nylons. A pair of black 4’ heels finished her outfit.
I don’t think there would be any way that she could be sexier. I couldn’t help but run my hands over that blouse feeling her bare breasts. I whispered in her ear, “If you want you could skip the bra.” In reality, I thought the shelf bra almost looked pornographic. Natural would be much prettier and sexier.
Michelle returned to the bedroom and re-appeared a moment later totally bare-breasted under her blouse. I liked that much better. Her breasts swaying when she walked and nipples poking through the transparent material was oh so sexy! I suggested she might want to wear a sweater for a little bit. She still had no idea where we were going.
On our drive to the Black Angus I couldn’t help but glance over at Michelle, sitting next to me with a light sweater over her blouse. I thought again about the last year and a half. Only that long ago Michelle was conscious of showing a little too much cleavage. Now she’s going with me to a public family restaurant very nearly naked above the waist.
When we arrived I suggested to Michelle that she might want to keep the sweater on until we were seated in our own private booth. Even with that, the skirt and my knowledge of what was under it made her very sexy. I could barely wait until the sweater came off!
When we entered, the host smiled at us and asked, “I believe you may be looking for Trisha?”
I was pleasantly surprised, apparently she’d described us to him, “Yes please. That would be wonderful.”
I let Michelle walk in front of me like the gentleman I am. Maybe I also wanted to watch people’s eyes as we walked past. If only they knew what was under her sweater. The restaurant was about 90 percent full, only a few empty booths. I’ve described the Black Angus before, but for new readers it’s a very upscale steak restaurant with partitioning separating each booth for privacy. You can see into the booth from the aisle but they provide total privacy from adjacent diners. It allows a very secluded and quiet atmosphere, even though the restaurant is busy. And their food is good!
As Michelle slid into the booth and I next to her, I saw Trisha helping people at another booth, taking their order. She looked very pretty as she always does. We’d only met her two weeks before and I’d been out with her once. I was amazed how easy it was to become friends with someone, especially beautiful women. Up to starting my relationship with Jacqui, I’d always been horribly bashful and shy around the fairer sex.
After we sat down Michelle looked at me and her face got a little red from blushing. I responded to her blushing by whispering to her, “The sweater sweetheart, don’t you think it’s a little warm in here so you should take it off?”
Her face was flushed, obviously from the heat. She sighed and finally looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention so she leaned forward and reluctantly slipped the sweater off, handing it to me. I couldn’t help but stare and watch her face blushing as she revealed herself.
A year and a half ago, Michelle’s blouses were modest, sometimes showing a little cleavage if she was feeling very risqué but usually not. She’d been risqué that night in Kodiak and then a while afterward but had gradually over the years gravitated back to fairly modest as she’d gotten a little older.
After her affair with Mike began, she started to enjoy being quite a bit more risqué again, dressing quite provocatively at times, occasionally going out sans panties or bra. Now with her affair with Shaun, she’d been going even further, doing that strip tease at the Honey Bunzz. But that was an erotic dance club atmosphere that invited ladies to act out their hidden desires – and Michelle certainly had!
This was completely different, my wife was now sitting in a family restaurant, although nearly all adults, wearing an incredibly sexy skirt and practically nothing above the waist for anyone to pass by and see her lovely, bare breasts!
I leaned over and kissed her, whispering through my kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you too, but sitting here like this is making me a nervous wreck.”
“But you’re so beautiful.” I looked around to see if anyone was in sight and pinched a nipple. The kind and thoughtful husband that I am, I wouldn’t want her nipples to not be nice and erect under that blouse. I wanted to wrap my lips around those luscious globes but thought that the wet spot on her blouse might be a bit much. On second thought, maybe not! I kissed my wife and just as I was nibbling on her neck and starting down her front, she pushed me away. I looked at her bright red face, then at the grinning Trisha who had stopped at our booth.
“Seems as if I have a bad habit of interrupting.” I watched as Trisha’s smile broadened across her face, “Love your outfit, Michelle.” Trisha was the first to see my wife tonight in her near naked splendor.
Michelle managed to ask for a strawberry lemonade through her embarrassment. Then Trisha turned to me and asked very professionally, “And would you like some ice tea to go with your breast milk?”
I sputtered and coughed a bit before I answered very timidly, “Yes, please.” I looked at Michelle who was hiding her face with her hands.
Trisha giggled a little and said she’d have it brought right out. As soon as she walked away, my wife looked at me and burst out laughing.
It was only a moment later when one of the male waiters delivered our drinks to our table. His eyes couldn’t have been any more obvious in their admiration of my wife’s assets. I wonder what he would have thought if he’d been aware that while he was standing there drooling over my wife’s boobs, my fingers were rubbing the inside of her thigh, just at the edge of her panties under the table.
I didn’t really want to make Michelle uncomfortable with my little finger exercises, I just wanted to see how well she could control her emotions the nearer she came to coming.
All through our dinner, it was different waiters bringing our food, refilling our drinks, making sure our meal was good and so on. Even the chef visited out table to ask if our meals were acceptable. It reminded me a little of that time in Kodiak when she’d worn a revealing blouse and bra getting stares from the staff and patrons, even though that hadn’t been nearly as revealing as what she was wearing tonight.
Of course on that night, my hand wasn’t rubbing her clit and massing just inside her pussy lips either. On this night, I wanted to see how close I could bring her to an orgasm in front of a waiter without actually letting her come. I knew what I had planned the rest of the night and I wanted her horny! She was returning the favor, with her fingers wrapped around my cock over my slacks.
It was obvious what Trisha was doing, she wanted the entire Black Angus staff to have the pleasure of my wife’s company. It was fun watching her squirm and buck her hips until someone came by to help us. Of course I wouldn’t have used those times to plunge my fingers as deep inside her as I could while eating with the other hand. When we ordered, I’d actually thought ahead for once and ordered a chef salad that I could eat with one hand.
When our meal was finished, we finally saw Trisha at our table again. We’d seen her off and on serving others, but I doubted there was an employee at the Black Angus who hadn’t been to our table at least once. Trisha had only been that first time, then bringing our meal. When she brought our check and asked if there was anything else, I looked briefly at Michelle who was completely oblivious to what I was about to do. But after all, she’d suggested that we might want to ask Trisha out sometime. I asked Trisha, “There is one thing, Michelle and I were wondering if you’d like to accompany us to a little party after you get off?”
I’d already talked to her about it on the phone earlier so she wasn’t surprised with my request. “I’d love to if you’re sure it’s okay with your beautiful wife.”
Michelle looked a little surprised but readily agreed. I’d timed our dinner to finish very near to closing so I told Trisha we’d wait for her.
After leaving a healthy tip for the staff looking after us so well, I drove around back where Trisha had suggested and parked again. I looked over at my wife and leaned to kiss her, whispering, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she responded, as she wrapped her hands around my neck pulling me in tighter. We sat in our car making out like a couple lovestruck teenagers, waiting for Trisha. When was the last time we’d made out in the car like this? I have no idea, but I was enjoying every second of my wife’s attention and every inch of her body. My hands roamed, under her skirt over her hips, over her bare breasts, our lips were virtually melted together as I felt between her legs. The first time I felt her warm pussy lips between the creases of those crotchless panties I nearly exploded. Michelle was moaning into my lips, spreading her legs further apart and I was just exploring the very edges of her very damp lips when the back car door opened and Trisha slid inside.
“Wow, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important. Seems like I have a knack of showing up at the wrong time,” she giggled.
“Mmm, not yet, but we were getting there,” Michelle said as she was smoothing out her skirt, trying to cover her legs a little.
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This story is a direct continuation from Michelle’s New Boyfriend Ch 2, part 6.
Fawn
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