Michelles Continuing Affair Ch 2
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After Michelle’s last trip to Seattle for a weekend with Mike, he told her that he wanted her to leave me and marry him. He’d told her he couldn’t go on sharing her so she had to make a choice. She had. She told him goodbye and came home, this time for good.
After she got home, we went to bed, both of us nervous about what our future might hold, but secure in our love for each other.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to Michelle crying. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, asking her, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know, it’s just so hard. I love him you know, but he wouldn’t let me have you both. I tried to keep things as they were, but he was so insistent, that if I loved him he wanted me to leave you and marry him. I couldn’t do that!”
“I know baby, I am really sorry it had to end. But I can’t tell you how glad I am that you’re home. I love you so much!”
“I love you too hon, I couldn’t leave you, no matter what, and I never will!”
We kissed and gently made love, one of the sweetest feelings I’ve ever known.
The next morning, we both got up, ate a little breakfast and had to go to work. I spent a good share of my day trying to think how I was going to talk to Jacqui. There simply wasn’t any way to gently break off with her, but even though Michelle and I hadn’t talked about her, I knew it was going to come.
After I got home, I nervously paced, waiting for Michelle. I wanted to let her know I was going to Jacqui’s and the reason why. Unfortunately, she had to work late. It was nearly two hours later than normal before she got home. When she got there, she apologized telling me that there was a case coming up tomorrow and she had needed stay in order to finish up some legal papers.
“I need to go to Jacqui’s, hon, not too sure how long I’ll be.” Mondays are Jacqui’s normal day off and I knew that this particular Monday evening, she was going to be home, waiting for me to bring her news.
“What are you going to tell her?”
“That I’m going to stop seeing her, that from now on, I’m all yours and yours alone.”
She looked me straight in the eyes, took a couple minutes to speak, then told me, “No sweetheart, I don’t want you to do that. I told you at the beginning that you and Jacqui didn’t have anything to do with Mike and me. Just because I’m not going to be with Mike doesn’t mean you and Jacqui can’t still be together.”
I looked at her in shock, trying to comprehend what she was saying to me, “You mean you don’t want me to break up with her?”
“No sweetheart, I love that you and her care for each other like you do. I like her and want you to keep seeing her, even sleeping with her sometimes. Like I said, your relationship with her doesn’t have anything to do with Mike and I’ve gotten to really like it when you come home and tell me what you and her do together, especially when we play it out.”
After Michelle had spent that first weekend in a hotel with Mike in Seattle, she’d told me that she’d had fantasies of me being with another woman as well. She’d loved my story of how Jacqui had tried on clothes I was picking out for her at Victoria’s Secret.
Later, when we were arranging another weekend for Mike to spend with Michelle, she’d insisted I ask Jacqui out the evening Mike was coming. She’d literally had to drag me to Victoria’s Secret and forced me to ask Jacqui for a date. Then, not leaving well enough alone, when Jacqui suggested the possibility of me spending the night with her, Michelle had been the one to agree. I’d been too scared to even breathe, much less talk! Ever since then, Michelle had encouraged my relationship with Jacqui to bloom into a very hot love affair. I’d at least partially assumed it was to some degree a guilt reflex from her affair with Mike.
Now that Michelle wasn’t seeing Mike any more, I’d naturally assumed Michelle would want my relationship with Jacqui to end as well. But she’d surprised me by telling me she didn’t want our affair to end. I asked her, “Are you sure you won’t be jealous?”
“Of course I’ll be jealous. If I ever actually see her with you, I might feel like I want to scratch her eyes out!” Then, she looked at me, right in my eyes. “Someday I want to, you know.”
“You want to what? Scratch her eyes out?”
“No, silly, I want to see her with you. I want to see you make love with her.”
That surprised me a little. Michelle hadn’t ever even hinted that she wanted to see me and Jacqui together. She went on, “I want to see what it’s like, to feel the excitement and jealousy you felt when you saw me with Mike.”
“You wouldn’t scratch her eyes out?”
“I don’t know, maybe!” She grinned at me.
I couldn’t help but smile. I’d been hoping that Michelle could see Jacqui and me together. I didn’t know how to make it happen or even if Jacqui would be willing. All I knew was I wanted Michelle to feel that burn of jealousy. Not because I wanted her to suffer, but because I wanted her to understand the feeling of watching your spouse making love with another. And I was hoping she’d enjoy the experience as much as I had when I watched her and Mike together.
Michelle kissed me on the lips, then turned me toward the door and pushed, “Go, talk to her, tell her what I said. Make a date for later, but not tonight. Tonight I want you to come home and make love with me!”
I honestly could hardly contain my happiness at that minute. “I love you so much, you know that don’t you?”
She pushed me toward the door, telling me, “You were ready to leave her for me. Sweetheart, that’s all I need to know. And, thank you very much, I love you too!”
ooOoo
As I drove, I thought about what I was going to tell Jacqui. I’d tell her about Michelle wanting us together, but not about her seeing us together. I didn’t know if that would ever happen. But if it did, I wanted it to just happen, not be planned ahead of time. I drove across the bridge to Pasco with my heart swelling with happiness, both for Michelle and me and for Jacqui. I was pretty sure that Jacqui was expecting a break-up after Michelle returned home this time and I couldn’t wait to tell her my news.
I remembered the first time I picked Jacqui up. I had a bouquet of flowers for her and thought it would be appropriate to take her an even bigger bouquet now. I stopped at Safeway to pick up the biggest, prettiest bouquet and vase they had. When I knocked on Jacqui’s door, she opened it, looked at the flowers and I kissed her, right there on her doorstep for all the neighbors to see. When she broke away from me, she looked into my beaming face and a big grin started to spread across her face as well.
“May I come in, my love?”
“Please do,” as she stepped back and allowed me inside her home.
“Michelle and I had a little talk. She’s home and has left Mike for good.”
“Should I be happy about that? Or not?”
“I was really afraid she’d want me to split up with you too, but she said that her affair with Mike didn’t have anything to do with us. She likes that I’m seeing you, wants you and me to stay together as long as you want.”
I saw a tear on Jacqui’s face. “I’ve been afraid all day today of what might happen. I don’t think I could bear to lose you.” Jacqui and I had been dating and occasionally sleeping together, even going on weekend trips together for the last six months. We’d just gotten home from a fantastic weekend trip to Reno, Nevada. During that time, we’d fallen in love with each other. I’d always been honest with her, that I wouldn’t leave Michelle and that someday our affair might have to end. Neither one of us had intended to fall in love, only to have fun together. Sometimes though, life doesn’t go as planned.
“Sweetheart, you know I won’t leave Michelle.” Then I had to tell her what I really didn’t want to, but felt that I had to, “I’d like for you to start seeing other guys anytime you want, I want you to have a family of your own and that won’t ever happen with me.” That was one of the hardest sentences I think I’d ever had to say. Losing her would be like cutting off an arm or worse. She deserved a family, a husband and kids, things I knew she couldn’t ever have if she stayed with me.
She wiped a tear from her cheek, I wanted to kiss it away, “But I’m perfectly happy now. What I want is to keep seeing you, even if can only be part time, I don’t need more than that.”
I held her hand, “I know. But if there’s ever someone you want to go out with, I want you to know that it’s okay with me.”
She told me that if it ever happened, that she would. It made me cringe a little inside, but I didn’t want her to know that. Somehow it seemed different than with Michelle. With Michelle, my wife, I loved how she’d been dating and sleeping with Mike. But I really wanted to keep Jacqui to myself. Weird or what?
She’d recovered from her crying spell as we sat and talked about other things, a funny incident she had at work earlier, the ever popular topic of the weather and some others that I don’t remember as they weren’t important. When I told her I needed to go, she didn’t mind. I asked her if she wanted me to pick her up Friday for square dancing and she shook her head yes. Then we kissed and I told her again that I loved her.
ooOoo
When I arrived home to Michelle, we decided to go out to dinner since it was already pretty late. I filled her in on my conversation with Jacqui and Michelle was pleased. It’s hard to explain having a wife as wonderful as my Michelle.
After dinner, we went home, got undressed and enjoyed making out with each other. We kissed, hugged, caressed each other and finally made love. It wasn’t the most earth shattering we’d ever had, but it was very emotional and satisfying. It was the confirmation of our love for each other.
The next several weeks were pretty tame as compared to the last several months. The three of us continued going to our square dance lessons every Friday and our regular dances were the 1 st and 4 th Saturdays. Jacqui usually couldn’t get off work for those, but Michelle and I enjoyed our time together.
There was one Friday that I’d been sick, so Michelle picked up Jacqui and they went without me. Afterward, they went to dinner with the square dance group. After Michelle dropped Jacqui off at her house and came home, she told me how much she liked Jacqui and enjoyed spending time with her.
I admit I had the best life that it was possible to have. There were two gorgeous women eager to spend time and make love with me, neither jealous of the other. I always managed to spend at least one evening a week, sometimes two with Jacqui in her bed. Occasionally, I’d drop Michelle off at home Friday after our dancing and spend the night with Jacqui.
I was starting to get that itch again, thinking about Michelle with another guy. Don’t know what was wrong with me, I’d nearly lost her once but like I said before, it was like a drug addiction that you can’t get over. I mentioned it to her a few times that if she wanted to see someone that I certainly wouldn’t mind. Each time I did, she discouraged me, telling me that she wasn’t ready to get involved with another guy yet. Her word ‘yet’ left me anticipating when ‘not yet’ might turn to ‘now’
Then, a little over four months after Michelle and Mike split up, she surprised me, telling me totally out of the blue, “Honey, I think I want to start dating someone again.”
I looked at her in surprise as she was grinning at me with that sexy grin, “Oh really, have someone specific in mind?”
“No, not really, I just think it’d be fun to try it again.” And then she went on with a little twist, “But this time I’d like to do it a little different if it’s OK with you.” She really had my attention; I had no idea what she meant. “I want to be able to date, but not tell you about it, let you use your imagination, not knowing if I’m seeing someone or not, not knowing if I’m late from work whether it’s work or with some guy.”
What she was proposing was kind of intriguing to me. We both knew we liked to use our imagination and with what she was suggesting, it would fuel our lovemaking. And I really did want to imagine some hunky guy undressing her and making love with her!
I readily agreed to her plan, anticipating the time when she’d come home late and tell me how naughty she’d been. Yes, I knew I was setting myself up to potentially get hurt. But addictions are like that. You know there will likely be consequences, but you inject that drug into your system anyway. There simply wasn’t a bigger aphrodisiac for me than the thought of some good looking guy desiring and making love with my Michelle!
After that, I encouraged her to dress more and more sexily, both when we were out together, and even when she went to work. She pretty much drew the line with her work clothes, telling me that she worked in a professional office and needed to look professional. She did relent to wearing sexy lingerie or even sometimes no lingerie to work, with us being the only ones knowing what she was or wasn’t wearing. I was hoping that perhaps some client or someone she met might find out too.
I even asked her if there was anyone at work she was interested in, but again, she told me it wouldn’t be appropriate.
I didn’t notice any change in her work pattern or anything else for the first month or so after she asked me about dating, but then there did seem to be a slight shift with a little more after hours work. It wasn’t uncommon for her to work late before a trial or some other deadline, but I noticed it getting a little more frequent. Whenever I asked her about it, she just told me that my imagination was running away with me and nothing had changed. She always arrived home fresh, exactly like she went to work, so as disappointing as it was for me, I did assume that she was just working late.
Michelle knew how much I liked her showing off her body. I enjoyed watching guys eyes when we went out to dinner or shopping and hoped that one of them might get up enough courage to come over and talk to her when I left her alone. We went to an occasional square dance out of town and her skirts and pettipants (frilly panties intended to be seen when the girls twirled) were a little shorter than at our club dances. I’d often intentionally sit out a dance so somebody else could ask her to dance. I fantasized about her meeting someone at a dance but it never seemed to happen. I can’t say I was disappointed (well, maybe a little) since our lovemaking was so damn good afterward when I’d mention to her what I wanted some guy to do with her. Our sex has always been good, but when we imagined it with another guy it rose into the stratosphere!
ooOoo
One Saturday in March, no different than any other Saturday, Michelle spent the day shopping with one of her girlfriends, Veronica, from work. She got home in the mid-afternoon and told me that she was going out that evening. She hadn’t mentioned it before, so I was more than a little curious, “You mean with Veronica?”
“Umm, no, actually I have a date tonight.”
I was a lot taken aback by that statement as she hadn’t given me any indication that she’d been seeing anyone. “Oh really, first date?”
“Well sort of. We’ve been seeing each other for lunches and an occasional dinner for a while now, but this is going to be our first real date.”
That floored me, but my little man was definitely beginning to take notice, “Anyone I know?”
“I don’t think so.” Then she took her packages she’d bought and went into our bedroom. Guess she wasn’t going to give me any more information than that.
I followed her into the bedroom, asking, “Anything you can tell me about him?”
She smiled at me, “I can tell you that he’s really good looking. And that I plan to have a good time tonight, a VERY good time!”
I was dying to know more about the guy, but Michelle had gone into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving me to my imagination, pondering the fact that she was actually going out on a date, not even giving me a clue where or with who. I heard the bath water running and a little later she called to me, asking for some help. When I opened the bathroom door, she asked me to hand her her razor and shaving lotion. My assumption was that she was going to shave her legs, but when I gave them to her, she sat on the edge of the tub and lathered the hair on her pussy. She hadn’t shaved there since before she left Mike, so I was pretty surprised. I guess she was giving me a pretty strong clue on how she was going to be spending part of the evening anyway!
I couldn’t help but watch my beautiful wife as she carefully shaved herself completely bare once again. My cock was starting to strain against my pants, watching her. I wanted so badly to run my fingers over those smooth pussy lips. She told me, “You’ve been wanting me to show myself off a little. Tonight I think you might get your wish.”
As she finished shaving her pussy and started on her legs, I told her, “Yeah, but I won’t be there.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ll like what you hear.” Then she told me to go in the other room and let her finish getting ready.
I did as told, sitting on our bed. In a few minutes, she walked into the bedroom, completely nude and oh so sexy! She picked up the bags she’d brought home from Victoria’s Secret and took it back into the bathroom and closed the door again. I kicked myself, realizing that I’d had an opportunity to peek at what she’d bought and hadn’t. A moment later, she reappeared causing my jaw to drop in disbelief! She’d donned some new lingerie, panties and bra that were so sexy! Dark blue, but very gauzy and translucent, totally see through. Her pink nipples showed through the soft fabric, although they definitely supported her nicely. The panties didn’t have a single square inch that was opaque.
My eyes were wide as she sat down at her dressing desk and started brushing her shoulder length hair out so that it was soft and gorgeous, then her makeup. She was more meticulous with it than I’d seen her for a long time, transforming herself from a beautiful young woman to someone totally bewitching. Watching her take such an effort to make herself this sexy for another guy was a definite turn-on for me. I remember seeing a movie once with the guy watching Michelle Pfeiffer putting on her makeup and still remember the sexy scene. Watching Michelle reminded me how arousing it can be watching your sexy wife get ready for a date, especially when it’s with another guy!
Michelle was prettier at 38 than she had been at our wedding when she was 21. She’d gone from a very pretty girl to a beautiful, confident woman, her body curves so feminine, her face more striking and her hair fuller and richer. I couldn’t help but get hard watching her, especially knowing she was preparing herself for another man.
When she finished with her makeup, she asked me to wait for her in the living room while she dressed. After I stepped out of the bedroom, she closed the door so I couldn’t watch her dress. I sat in my favorite chair, nervously waiting to see what she was going to wear for this guy. When she opened the door fifteen minutes later, my eyes nearly popped out of my head! I wasn’t expecting this! A pale blue blouse complimented her curves; the sheer fabric revealing a darker bra underneath, supporting her cleavage. A pair of western style blue jeans clung to her slender legs, showing off her pert bottom. The jeans flared out from the knee, partially covering a pair of tan colored cowboy boots with a low platform heel. This wasn’t what I was expecting her to wear at all! I’d expected a sexy skirt, but what those blue jeans did for her! She reminded me of Mel McDaniel’s song, “Baby’s Got Her Blue Jeans On”. Those jeans showed off her feminine figure like no skirt or dress ever had. Her long, dark brown hair was draped beautifully over her shoulders and she had on a pair of sexy, dangly gold and turquoise earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet. She walked out in the living room, standing in front of me in a sexy pose, asking, “Well love, what do you think? Do I look Okay?”
Okay? She’d just asked me if I thought she looked okay! That certainly wasn’t the word I’d have used! I cleared my throat and looked into her eyes, “Yeah, I think you look okay! You look incredibly okay! You look, I don’t even know what to say, you’re ravishing!”
“One last touch, I think,” going back to her dressing table spraying some perfume on her wrists and behind her ears. Then she unsnapped the blouse top snaps and sprayed it between her breasts and re-snapped it. I love that perfume, it alone makes me go wild when she wears it.
When she was finally ready, she came over to me, kissed me lightly, “I don’t want to mess up my lipstick.” Then she smiled at me and added, just for my benefit I was sure, “Until later.”
She told me she was meeting Shaun at seven. “And part of the evening, we’re going to be with another friend, Amber.” Well, at least I now had a name. I wondered who ‘Amber’ was though. I can’t think of any of her friends named Amber and why would they be meeting another girl?.
As she was leaving, she suggested that I call Jacqui, see if she wanted to go out somewhere. “Maybe it’ll take your mind off what I’m doing tonight.”
Watching my totally beautiful, sexy wife on her way to meet a guy, “What makes you think I want to take my mind off of what you’re doing? Tonight’s what I’ve been dreaming about for the last several months!”
Right before she closed the door, she said, “Just call her, please.”
My thanks to Blackvelvet89 for her help in editing this story.
After she got home, we went to bed, both of us nervous about what our future might hold, but secure in our love for each other.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to Michelle crying. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, asking her, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know, it’s just so hard. I love him you know, but he wouldn’t let me have you both. I tried to keep things as they were, but he was so insistent, that if I loved him he wanted me to leave you and marry him. I couldn’t do that!”
“I know baby, I am really sorry it had to end. But I can’t tell you how glad I am that you’re home. I love you so much!”
“I love you too hon, I couldn’t leave you, no matter what, and I never will!”
We kissed and gently made love, one of the sweetest feelings I’ve ever known.
The next morning, we both got up, ate a little breakfast and had to go to work. I spent a good share of my day trying to think how I was going to talk to Jacqui. There simply wasn’t any way to gently break off with her, but even though Michelle and I hadn’t talked about her, I knew it was going to come.
After I got home, I nervously paced, waiting for Michelle. I wanted to let her know I was going to Jacqui’s and the reason why. Unfortunately, she had to work late. It was nearly two hours later than normal before she got home. When she got there, she apologized telling me that there was a case coming up tomorrow and she had needed stay in order to finish up some legal papers.
“I need to go to Jacqui’s, hon, not too sure how long I’ll be.” Mondays are Jacqui’s normal day off and I knew that this particular Monday evening, she was going to be home, waiting for me to bring her news.
“What are you going to tell her?”
“That I’m going to stop seeing her, that from now on, I’m all yours and yours alone.”
She looked me straight in the eyes, took a couple minutes to speak, then told me, “No sweetheart, I don’t want you to do that. I told you at the beginning that you and Jacqui didn’t have anything to do with Mike and me. Just because I’m not going to be with Mike doesn’t mean you and Jacqui can’t still be together.”
I looked at her in shock, trying to comprehend what she was saying to me, “You mean you don’t want me to break up with her?”
“No sweetheart, I love that you and her care for each other like you do. I like her and want you to keep seeing her, even sleeping with her sometimes. Like I said, your relationship with her doesn’t have anything to do with Mike and I’ve gotten to really like it when you come home and tell me what you and her do together, especially when we play it out.”
After Michelle had spent that first weekend in a hotel with Mike in Seattle, she’d told me that she’d had fantasies of me being with another woman as well. She’d loved my story of how Jacqui had tried on clothes I was picking out for her at Victoria’s Secret.
Later, when we were arranging another weekend for Mike to spend with Michelle, she’d insisted I ask Jacqui out the evening Mike was coming. She’d literally had to drag me to Victoria’s Secret and forced me to ask Jacqui for a date. Then, not leaving well enough alone, when Jacqui suggested the possibility of me spending the night with her, Michelle had been the one to agree. I’d been too scared to even breathe, much less talk! Ever since then, Michelle had encouraged my relationship with Jacqui to bloom into a very hot love affair. I’d at least partially assumed it was to some degree a guilt reflex from her affair with Mike.
Now that Michelle wasn’t seeing Mike any more, I’d naturally assumed Michelle would want my relationship with Jacqui to end as well. But she’d surprised me by telling me she didn’t want our affair to end. I asked her, “Are you sure you won’t be jealous?”
“Of course I’ll be jealous. If I ever actually see her with you, I might feel like I want to scratch her eyes out!” Then, she looked at me, right in my eyes. “Someday I want to, you know.”
“You want to what? Scratch her eyes out?”
“No, silly, I want to see her with you. I want to see you make love with her.”
That surprised me a little. Michelle hadn’t ever even hinted that she wanted to see me and Jacqui together. She went on, “I want to see what it’s like, to feel the excitement and jealousy you felt when you saw me with Mike.”
“You wouldn’t scratch her eyes out?”
“I don’t know, maybe!” She grinned at me.
I couldn’t help but smile. I’d been hoping that Michelle could see Jacqui and me together. I didn’t know how to make it happen or even if Jacqui would be willing. All I knew was I wanted Michelle to feel that burn of jealousy. Not because I wanted her to suffer, but because I wanted her to understand the feeling of watching your spouse making love with another. And I was hoping she’d enjoy the experience as much as I had when I watched her and Mike together.
Michelle kissed me on the lips, then turned me toward the door and pushed, “Go, talk to her, tell her what I said. Make a date for later, but not tonight. Tonight I want you to come home and make love with me!”
I honestly could hardly contain my happiness at that minute. “I love you so much, you know that don’t you?”
She pushed me toward the door, telling me, “You were ready to leave her for me. Sweetheart, that’s all I need to know. And, thank you very much, I love you too!”
ooOoo
As I drove, I thought about what I was going to tell Jacqui. I’d tell her about Michelle wanting us together, but not about her seeing us together. I didn’t know if that would ever happen. But if it did, I wanted it to just happen, not be planned ahead of time. I drove across the bridge to Pasco with my heart swelling with happiness, both for Michelle and me and for Jacqui. I was pretty sure that Jacqui was expecting a break-up after Michelle returned home this time and I couldn’t wait to tell her my news.
I remembered the first time I picked Jacqui up. I had a bouquet of flowers for her and thought it would be appropriate to take her an even bigger bouquet now. I stopped at Safeway to pick up the biggest, prettiest bouquet and vase they had. When I knocked on Jacqui’s door, she opened it, looked at the flowers and I kissed her, right there on her doorstep for all the neighbors to see. When she broke away from me, she looked into my beaming face and a big grin started to spread across her face as well.
“May I come in, my love?”
“Please do,” as she stepped back and allowed me inside her home.
“Michelle and I had a little talk. She’s home and has left Mike for good.”
“Should I be happy about that? Or not?”
“I was really afraid she’d want me to split up with you too, but she said that her affair with Mike didn’t have anything to do with us. She likes that I’m seeing you, wants you and me to stay together as long as you want.”
I saw a tear on Jacqui’s face. “I’ve been afraid all day today of what might happen. I don’t think I could bear to lose you.” Jacqui and I had been dating and occasionally sleeping together, even going on weekend trips together for the last six months. We’d just gotten home from a fantastic weekend trip to Reno, Nevada. During that time, we’d fallen in love with each other. I’d always been honest with her, that I wouldn’t leave Michelle and that someday our affair might have to end. Neither one of us had intended to fall in love, only to have fun together. Sometimes though, life doesn’t go as planned.
“Sweetheart, you know I won’t leave Michelle.” Then I had to tell her what I really didn’t want to, but felt that I had to, “I’d like for you to start seeing other guys anytime you want, I want you to have a family of your own and that won’t ever happen with me.” That was one of the hardest sentences I think I’d ever had to say. Losing her would be like cutting off an arm or worse. She deserved a family, a husband and kids, things I knew she couldn’t ever have if she stayed with me.
She wiped a tear from her cheek, I wanted to kiss it away, “But I’m perfectly happy now. What I want is to keep seeing you, even if can only be part time, I don’t need more than that.”
I held her hand, “I know. But if there’s ever someone you want to go out with, I want you to know that it’s okay with me.”
She told me that if it ever happened, that she would. It made me cringe a little inside, but I didn’t want her to know that. Somehow it seemed different than with Michelle. With Michelle, my wife, I loved how she’d been dating and sleeping with Mike. But I really wanted to keep Jacqui to myself. Weird or what?
She’d recovered from her crying spell as we sat and talked about other things, a funny incident she had at work earlier, the ever popular topic of the weather and some others that I don’t remember as they weren’t important. When I told her I needed to go, she didn’t mind. I asked her if she wanted me to pick her up Friday for square dancing and she shook her head yes. Then we kissed and I told her again that I loved her.
ooOoo
When I arrived home to Michelle, we decided to go out to dinner since it was already pretty late. I filled her in on my conversation with Jacqui and Michelle was pleased. It’s hard to explain having a wife as wonderful as my Michelle.
After dinner, we went home, got undressed and enjoyed making out with each other. We kissed, hugged, caressed each other and finally made love. It wasn’t the most earth shattering we’d ever had, but it was very emotional and satisfying. It was the confirmation of our love for each other.
The next several weeks were pretty tame as compared to the last several months. The three of us continued going to our square dance lessons every Friday and our regular dances were the 1 st and 4 th Saturdays. Jacqui usually couldn’t get off work for those, but Michelle and I enjoyed our time together.
There was one Friday that I’d been sick, so Michelle picked up Jacqui and they went without me. Afterward, they went to dinner with the square dance group. After Michelle dropped Jacqui off at her house and came home, she told me how much she liked Jacqui and enjoyed spending time with her.
I admit I had the best life that it was possible to have. There were two gorgeous women eager to spend time and make love with me, neither jealous of the other. I always managed to spend at least one evening a week, sometimes two with Jacqui in her bed. Occasionally, I’d drop Michelle off at home Friday after our dancing and spend the night with Jacqui.
I was starting to get that itch again, thinking about Michelle with another guy. Don’t know what was wrong with me, I’d nearly lost her once but like I said before, it was like a drug addiction that you can’t get over. I mentioned it to her a few times that if she wanted to see someone that I certainly wouldn’t mind. Each time I did, she discouraged me, telling me that she wasn’t ready to get involved with another guy yet. Her word ‘yet’ left me anticipating when ‘not yet’ might turn to ‘now’
Then, a little over four months after Michelle and Mike split up, she surprised me, telling me totally out of the blue, “Honey, I think I want to start dating someone again.”
I looked at her in surprise as she was grinning at me with that sexy grin, “Oh really, have someone specific in mind?”
“No, not really, I just think it’d be fun to try it again.” And then she went on with a little twist, “But this time I’d like to do it a little different if it’s OK with you.” She really had my attention; I had no idea what she meant. “I want to be able to date, but not tell you about it, let you use your imagination, not knowing if I’m seeing someone or not, not knowing if I’m late from work whether it’s work or with some guy.”
What she was proposing was kind of intriguing to me. We both knew we liked to use our imagination and with what she was suggesting, it would fuel our lovemaking. And I really did want to imagine some hunky guy undressing her and making love with her!
I readily agreed to her plan, anticipating the time when she’d come home late and tell me how naughty she’d been. Yes, I knew I was setting myself up to potentially get hurt. But addictions are like that. You know there will likely be consequences, but you inject that drug into your system anyway. There simply wasn’t a bigger aphrodisiac for me than the thought of some good looking guy desiring and making love with my Michelle!
After that, I encouraged her to dress more and more sexily, both when we were out together, and even when she went to work. She pretty much drew the line with her work clothes, telling me that she worked in a professional office and needed to look professional. She did relent to wearing sexy lingerie or even sometimes no lingerie to work, with us being the only ones knowing what she was or wasn’t wearing. I was hoping that perhaps some client or someone she met might find out too.
I even asked her if there was anyone at work she was interested in, but again, she told me it wouldn’t be appropriate.
I didn’t notice any change in her work pattern or anything else for the first month or so after she asked me about dating, but then there did seem to be a slight shift with a little more after hours work. It wasn’t uncommon for her to work late before a trial or some other deadline, but I noticed it getting a little more frequent. Whenever I asked her about it, she just told me that my imagination was running away with me and nothing had changed. She always arrived home fresh, exactly like she went to work, so as disappointing as it was for me, I did assume that she was just working late.
Michelle knew how much I liked her showing off her body. I enjoyed watching guys eyes when we went out to dinner or shopping and hoped that one of them might get up enough courage to come over and talk to her when I left her alone. We went to an occasional square dance out of town and her skirts and pettipants (frilly panties intended to be seen when the girls twirled) were a little shorter than at our club dances. I’d often intentionally sit out a dance so somebody else could ask her to dance. I fantasized about her meeting someone at a dance but it never seemed to happen. I can’t say I was disappointed (well, maybe a little) since our lovemaking was so damn good afterward when I’d mention to her what I wanted some guy to do with her. Our sex has always been good, but when we imagined it with another guy it rose into the stratosphere!
ooOoo
One Saturday in March, no different than any other Saturday, Michelle spent the day shopping with one of her girlfriends, Veronica, from work. She got home in the mid-afternoon and told me that she was going out that evening. She hadn’t mentioned it before, so I was more than a little curious, “You mean with Veronica?”
“Umm, no, actually I have a date tonight.”
I was a lot taken aback by that statement as she hadn’t given me any indication that she’d been seeing anyone. “Oh really, first date?”
“Well sort of. We’ve been seeing each other for lunches and an occasional dinner for a while now, but this is going to be our first real date.”
That floored me, but my little man was definitely beginning to take notice, “Anyone I know?”
“I don’t think so.” Then she took her packages she’d bought and went into our bedroom. Guess she wasn’t going to give me any more information than that.
I followed her into the bedroom, asking, “Anything you can tell me about him?”
She smiled at me, “I can tell you that he’s really good looking. And that I plan to have a good time tonight, a VERY good time!”
I was dying to know more about the guy, but Michelle had gone into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving me to my imagination, pondering the fact that she was actually going out on a date, not even giving me a clue where or with who. I heard the bath water running and a little later she called to me, asking for some help. When I opened the bathroom door, she asked me to hand her her razor and shaving lotion. My assumption was that she was going to shave her legs, but when I gave them to her, she sat on the edge of the tub and lathered the hair on her pussy. She hadn’t shaved there since before she left Mike, so I was pretty surprised. I guess she was giving me a pretty strong clue on how she was going to be spending part of the evening anyway!
I couldn’t help but watch my beautiful wife as she carefully shaved herself completely bare once again. My cock was starting to strain against my pants, watching her. I wanted so badly to run my fingers over those smooth pussy lips. She told me, “You’ve been wanting me to show myself off a little. Tonight I think you might get your wish.”
As she finished shaving her pussy and started on her legs, I told her, “Yeah, but I won’t be there.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ll like what you hear.” Then she told me to go in the other room and let her finish getting ready.
I did as told, sitting on our bed. In a few minutes, she walked into the bedroom, completely nude and oh so sexy! She picked up the bags she’d brought home from Victoria’s Secret and took it back into the bathroom and closed the door again. I kicked myself, realizing that I’d had an opportunity to peek at what she’d bought and hadn’t. A moment later, she reappeared causing my jaw to drop in disbelief! She’d donned some new lingerie, panties and bra that were so sexy! Dark blue, but very gauzy and translucent, totally see through. Her pink nipples showed through the soft fabric, although they definitely supported her nicely. The panties didn’t have a single square inch that was opaque.
My eyes were wide as she sat down at her dressing desk and started brushing her shoulder length hair out so that it was soft and gorgeous, then her makeup. She was more meticulous with it than I’d seen her for a long time, transforming herself from a beautiful young woman to someone totally bewitching. Watching her take such an effort to make herself this sexy for another guy was a definite turn-on for me. I remember seeing a movie once with the guy watching Michelle Pfeiffer putting on her makeup and still remember the sexy scene. Watching Michelle reminded me how arousing it can be watching your sexy wife get ready for a date, especially when it’s with another guy!
Michelle was prettier at 38 than she had been at our wedding when she was 21. She’d gone from a very pretty girl to a beautiful, confident woman, her body curves so feminine, her face more striking and her hair fuller and richer. I couldn’t help but get hard watching her, especially knowing she was preparing herself for another man.
When she finished with her makeup, she asked me to wait for her in the living room while she dressed. After I stepped out of the bedroom, she closed the door so I couldn’t watch her dress. I sat in my favorite chair, nervously waiting to see what she was going to wear for this guy. When she opened the door fifteen minutes later, my eyes nearly popped out of my head! I wasn’t expecting this! A pale blue blouse complimented her curves; the sheer fabric revealing a darker bra underneath, supporting her cleavage. A pair of western style blue jeans clung to her slender legs, showing off her pert bottom. The jeans flared out from the knee, partially covering a pair of tan colored cowboy boots with a low platform heel. This wasn’t what I was expecting her to wear at all! I’d expected a sexy skirt, but what those blue jeans did for her! She reminded me of Mel McDaniel’s song, “Baby’s Got Her Blue Jeans On”. Those jeans showed off her feminine figure like no skirt or dress ever had. Her long, dark brown hair was draped beautifully over her shoulders and she had on a pair of sexy, dangly gold and turquoise earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet. She walked out in the living room, standing in front of me in a sexy pose, asking, “Well love, what do you think? Do I look Okay?”
Okay? She’d just asked me if I thought she looked okay! That certainly wasn’t the word I’d have used! I cleared my throat and looked into her eyes, “Yeah, I think you look okay! You look incredibly okay! You look, I don’t even know what to say, you’re ravishing!”
“One last touch, I think,” going back to her dressing table spraying some perfume on her wrists and behind her ears. Then she unsnapped the blouse top snaps and sprayed it between her breasts and re-snapped it. I love that perfume, it alone makes me go wild when she wears it.
When she was finally ready, she came over to me, kissed me lightly, “I don’t want to mess up my lipstick.” Then she smiled at me and added, just for my benefit I was sure, “Until later.”
She told me she was meeting Shaun at seven. “And part of the evening, we’re going to be with another friend, Amber.” Well, at least I now had a name. I wondered who ‘Amber’ was though. I can’t think of any of her friends named Amber and why would they be meeting another girl?.
As she was leaving, she suggested that I call Jacqui, see if she wanted to go out somewhere. “Maybe it’ll take your mind off what I’m doing tonight.”
Watching my totally beautiful, sexy wife on her way to meet a guy, “What makes you think I want to take my mind off of what you’re doing? Tonight’s what I’ve been dreaming about for the last several months!”
Right before she closed the door, she said, “Just call her, please.”
My thanks to Blackvelvet89 for her help in editing this story.
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