Michelles Continuing Affair Ch 2
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When we ventured out on the street I told Jacqui that I was going to start extracting some services for what I had paid her. She looked at me with kind of a worried frown on her face, certainly not sure what I meant by that. As we walked down the street, I saw ahead of us what I was looking for. We were in Nevada where prostitution is actually legal. I doubt there’s a town in Nevada that doesn’t have at least one sex shop and Virginia City certainly wasn’t an exception. I was holding Jacqui’s sexy hand as we walked down the old boardwalk and she hesitated quite a little when I started to pull her into the Lover’s Nest.
I told her that since she was my slut for the weekend, she needed to look the part and I was going to buy her an appropriate dress. She didn’t seem too happy about it and asked me, “Don’t you think maybe you’re carrying this role play a bit too far?”
I smiled at her, “Sweetheart, we’ve only just begun.”
She reluctantly followed me into the store. We were met by a pretty, young sales girl named Marci asking if she could help. I couldn’t help but think about the time I went into Victoria’s Secret the first time, several months earlier and another pretty, young lady named Jacqui offered to help me find clothes for my wife. I didn’t think Jacqui would approve if I asked this pretty lady to try on the clothes for me, like I had with her that first time.
I told Marci that we were looking for a very sexy dress for my girlfriend. She led us to the dress racks and we told her we’d look and let her know if we found anything. We went to the size four section and started looking through them, picking one out now and then that we liked. Jacqui was starting to enjoy herself , holding up one after the other in front of her to visualize how she’d look in it. We looked at ultra mini dresses, backless dresses, long dresses with a slit to above the hip, picking out a few for her to try on when I saw the dress I knew instantly I wanted for her. It was a shiny gold metallic material, with the front and back tied together by little straps all the way up the side showing her hips completely. It was fairly short, about mid-thigh, then, just above where her panty line would have been, it split into two sections again showing her stomach and cleavage, with the two sections covering her breasts tied together by the same sexy straps as the sides. The back above the hips was bare, with the gold straps stretching around the back. It was the sexiest and most revealing by far of all the ones we had picked out.
When I held that dress up for Jacqui’s inspection, her face turned bright red and she started to stammer, “You wouldn’t. No way could I wear that, I’d be practically naked!”
“Sweetheart,” I told her, “You work in Victoria’s Secret. You sell sexy dresses all the time!”
“But nothing like that!” she complained.
I smiled at her and asked her to try it on. I took her by the hand and we found Marci and asked to use the fitting room. Marci saw the dress that I was holding and said to Jacqui, “You’ll look beautiful in that.”
When Jacqui emerged from the fitting room a few minutes later, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was more stunning than any woman I had ever seen before, even my wife. Her skin was naturally tan and the gold color looked beautiful on her. The hemline was about eight inches above her knees, just low enough to be decent. The straps on her hips were strategically placed so there would be no way to wear panties and certainly not a bra! The material wasn’t see-through at all, it was thin enough to clearly show the outline of her nipples, which were very pointed and obviously very hard. It just barely covered her nipples and aerolas with maybe half an inch to spare. I’m sure my face showed how awe-struck I was as I instantly blurted out to Marci, “We’ll take it!”
Jacqui slowly turned around so that I could see the back. It was open, plunging down to just slightly reveal a hint of her butt crack. The front was held tight by tiny, nearly invisible elastic straps around her back, with the metallic gold straps hanging loosely across her back. It had exactly the look I wanted, very elegantly slutty. Exactly how I imagined a high class call girl would look.
Next, I wanted something for her to wear during the day. I’d already seen a couple blouses that I thought would be appropriate, silky and very slinky, including the one she was wearing this morning. The challenge was that I wanted something for her to wear under them that she normally wouldn’t wear. Her bras were all pretty sexy, from Victoria’s Secret. But none of them were like I wanted for her. Jacqui was browsing through some more dresses while I told Marci what I was looking for. She looked at Jacqui, got a smile on her face and led me right to them. A half bra, intended to hold her boobs up, prominently displaying her totally bare nipples.
I know what you’re thinking, but what can I say? I’m a guy and I like to show off my girl! And under the circumstances, having paid her a thousand dollars for the weekend, I felt like I had a right to. When I took it over and asked Jacqui to try it on, she looked at me and said, “No way! That’s going too far. I’m not wearing that!”
“You’re bought and paid for my dear. You should have thought about that before wanting a thousand dollars for the weekend!”
She glared at me a bit and resignedly took it into the dressing room. When she came out wearing the bra under her blouse, her breasts and nipples were standing at full attention with no hint there was anything at all under her blouse. Marci looked at Jacqui, then inquisitively at me. “We’ll take it, two of them!
Jacqui started to go back in the dressing room, I supposed probably to change back into the bra she wore into the store. I stopped her and told her that she could wear it now. Just to make sure she didn’t change, I went in and retrieved her original one.
I made our purchases and we started back down the boardwalk to the Silver Queen. I couldn’t help but keep glancing over at the nipples, I mean girl, walking alongside me. We walked past several people and some of them blatantly watched Jacqui and some tried to be nonchalant, but their eyes were swiveling in their heads as we walked past.
As we were walking up the stairs, Jacqui whispered to me, “I’m so damn horny! I want to fuck!”
I was just as aroused as she was, but like at the Oregon coast, I knew going through the day in that condition was so much fun! “Not yet sweetheart, we have lots to do.”
As soon as we got into our room, Jacqui attacked me, kissing me with her tongue halfway down my throat and moaning how much she wanted me. I kissed her back just as passionately, rubbing my hands over her nipples, pinching them through her thin blouse, trying to make her even more aroused than she already was. When she started to unzip my pants, I pushed her away and told her we needed to get packed and checked out. She moaned her frustration and finished packing her suitcase, very carefully folding her new dress on top.
We loaded our suitcases in the car and I asked Jacqui if she wanted to explore a little more of Virginia City before we drove back to Reno.
We walked up the boardwalk, window shopping in various shops. Lots of touristy little shops, a leather shop that I really liked with beautiful items. Jacqui found a leather jacket she thought would look great on me. I did too, except for one tiny detail, $899.99! We passed on it. There was a leather dress, much like what I would suspect an Indian maiden would have worn I would have loved to get for either Jacqui or Michelle, but same problem – EXPENSIVE! We passed on that store.
I have to admit that I was enjoying the glances Jacqui was getting from both men and women with her nipples poking through her blouse!
A little further was the old territorial prison from 1869, now a museum. It had rooms for all kinds of various executions and tortures, a gas chamber, suffocation chamber, the hell hole in the basement and so on. Not a very pleasant place! I don’t think Jacqui was overly impressed.
Across the street we saw a photo shop where they took old time photos. I asked Jacqui about getting our picture taken and she was all for it. They had all kinds of frontier clothes and props. I thought it would be appropriate for Jacqui to be a dance hall girl and she was all for it as well. I wanted to be sheriff Wyatt Earp, snuggling my girl! The picture came out great, Jacqui had on a blue dance hall dress, showing lots of cleavage. Jacqui’s push up bra was perfect. No, I’m not going to send anyone a copy of the picture, so don’t bother asking!
Another store I especially enjoyed was an art gallery (I use the term ‘art’ pretty loosely). It had old time paintings that were printed on old barn wood. I bought one of a pretty girl leading her horse for Michelle and Jacqui liked one with a couple cowboys by a campfire, so I bought that one for her.
Thankfully, the weather wasn’t too hot. The two times that Michelle and I had been there (once right after our wedding), it was so hot as to be almost unbearable.
We didn’t want to be too late getting to Reno, so mid-afternoon we left Virginia City and drove around through Carson City and back to Reno. I had reservations at the Peppermill Hotel/Casino on Virginia Street, just down the street a ways from Reno’s famous sign stretching across the street, “The Biggest Little City in the World.”
It was early evening when we checked in, so we walked down to the casino and promptly lost twenty dollars each in the slot machines. I’ve never been much of a gambler and didn’t play blackjack or the other games, just the slots. Jacqui hadn’t ever been to a casino, so it was pretty exciting to her. The most exciting for me was watching Jacqui having fun, and the guys around her trying to inconspicuously catch peeks of her boobs! I wasn’t sure about her, but I know I was getting hornier and hornier, watching her!
Around seven o’clock, we went back to our room and got dressed for dinner. We were going to the Peppermill’s Terrace Lounge where they had an Australian band, Mustered Courage, playing later that evening. I dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a silky dress shirt and Jacqui put on the ultra sexy gold dress we bought that morning. When she walked out of the dressing room, her make-up on, hair brushed down and that sexy dress, I was like “WOW, this girl is mine!” Every time she dressed up, it seemed she was more beautiful than the last time. She smiled at me, did a little circle and asked, “You like?”
“Yeah, I like! Jacqui, you’re absolutely ravishing! I doubt anybody will even notice the band playing with you in the room.” I was so horny that it was all I could do not to tear it right back off of her. Then, it didn’t help when she walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me one of those kisses that would raise a dead man’s cock! When I reached inside her dress and started massaging a bare breast under her dress, she pushed me away and said we had to go downstairs. The vamp!
This was the first time I had been in the Peppermill. Michelle and I had stayed in Circus Circus the times we were in Reno. The Peppermill and especially the lounge were completely different. CC is very family oriented but the Terrace Lounge is nothing if not sexy! We sat on a raised balcony area overlooking the swim pool with several bikini clad girls playing in the water. The stage was at one end, with a dance floor between it and the pool.
When Jacqui and I walked in, she instantly became the center of attention in her gold, figure hugging, barely there dress. I couldn’t have been prouder, walking with my arm around this girl. I had heard of ‘arm candy,’ and Jacqui certainly was that! More so, she was a wonderful, intelligent young lady and I could hardly believe she was with me!
We ordered an Italian dinner, I love lasagna and Jacqui ordered a chicken parmesan something. We ate, sneaking an occasional kiss and I couldn’t help but rub my fingers gently along her nearly bare hips. The Australian band was playing and a few people were on the dance floor. We finished our meal around eight thirty and listened to the music a while longer, snuggling together. I wasn’t much of a dancer, except square dancing so we just watched. Then, I had a thought, an evil thought! I whispered to Jacqui, “Hon, how would you like to go to a square dance?”
She looked at me like I had lost what few marbles she knew I had, “Umm, have you noticed what I’m wearing? Not exactly square dance clothes!”
I smiled at her and whispered, “Come on, it’ll be fun. We’re in Little Sin City, give them a little shock. What can it hurt?” The ladies at square dances normally wear very full skirts, very fluffy slips and pettipants underneath to be pretty, yet hide their privates when twirling. Jacqui’s gold dress that revealed about 95% more skin than material, no bra, no panties would be absolutely scandalous. I loved it! And, I had already paid her a thousand dollars for the weekend, so she had to go (unless she said no, that is).
We left the lounge and rode the elevator back up to our room so she could change her shoes. High heels simply wouldn’t do to dance in. I thought everything else she was ‘not’ wearing would be perfect! We checked Reno square dance clubs on the internet with my smart phone and found the Reno Twirlers, that danced from 8:30 to 11:00 on the 2 nd and 3 rd Saturdays of each month. They were on the other side of town, so we guessed about twenty to thirty minutes to get there, putting us there around 9:30 or so, plenty of time for some fun dancing.
We didn’t have any trouble finding the address with the GPS in the car. When we walked in, Jacqui wearing a backless, no sides, nearly no front dress, the couple at the check-in table did a pretty big double take when we paid our eight dollars each. There were seven squares dancing (each square is eight dancers, just in case anyone is reading this that doesn’t know square dancing, lol). There were another five or six couples and a few single ladies sitting around the outside. Usually at our dances in Kennewick, we’re lucky to have two squares, so this much crowd was a treat for us. I knew that dancing with my beautiful Jacqui would be a definite treat for all the guys.
I suspected they were pretty used to visitors, with Reno being such a tourist town, but probably not visitors that looked or were dressed quite like Jacqui. They were nearing the end of this particular set of dances when we walked in, all the dancers in each square putting an arm across the shoulder of the person on each side and yelling “Thank You!” which is traditional at the end of each set. During the rest period between the sets (actually each set of dances is called a ‘tip’), people milled around and several came over to greet us. They were all polite and very nice, but Jacqui got more than one raised eyelid and extra scrutiny, from both men and women. I was grateful there weren’t any kids there. That was the only thing I had worried about with her sexy dress.
When the next tip started and we got into a square, Jacqui was pretty nervous. She was still a beginner and had only danced to our caller in Kennewick. It’s nerve wracking the first time you venture out to strange callers and people you don’t know. Doubly or triply so when you’re as exposed as Jacqui was! I let everyone in the square know that Jacqui was a beginner and there were a few calls she still didn’t know, but not many. She did great and I was so proud of her, except for the fact that her dress kept creeping up her thigh! I was a perfect gentleman and did my best to keep her hands occupied so she didn’t have any chance to push it back down. I think there were only a couple times that her pussy and butt cheeks were completely exposed! I certainly noticed that the guys held her a little tighter than normal when swinging and twirled her a little harder than the other ladies, I think to get that dress worked up higher on her hips.
By the end of the dance, Jacqui had become a huge hit with the folks. Everyone was understanding about her being a beginner and helped her through whenever she got confused. Several people were milling around us, asking where we were from, what brought us to Reno, whether we would be back and so on. Me? I just wanted to get her out of there, into our hotel room and out of that dress! I’d been waiting all day to make love with her and the closer that time came, the more eager my little man became! My brain wasn’t able to do much because all my blood was going elsewhere in my body, about halfway down.
One thing I hadn’t anticipated when we decided to go to the square dance was the long drive home. As soon as we got in the car away from people, the first thing out of Jacqui’s mouth was, “I’m so fucking horny, I can’t hardly stand it!”
‘Oh God,’ I thought, ‘It’s a half hour back to the damn hotel!’ My cock was standing so stiff, nearly ready to come on its own. Then when Jacqui leaned over and unzipped my slacks and told me I’d better find a place to park for a few minutes just as we were driving past Walmart, I didn’t even have time to turn on the blinker before we were stopped in their lot. She pulled out my cock and had her mouth around it in about eight seconds. Jacqui hadn’t done this very much to me and if there were words to describe how it felt right then, I’d patent them and make a fortune! My eyes were squeezed closed and the only sensation I was feeling was Jacqui’s warm mouth and tongue sliding over my cock. I was so close to coming and I started to tell her when she pulled her mouth off of me, kissed me on the lips and said, “Now, we’re even for you making me wear this dress. I damn near came right in the middle of a dance. Now, get us home!”
Oh, I couldn’t believe she could do that to me, leaving me in agony like that! My normal six or seven inch cock felt like it must have been at least nine inches! As I sped down the street, Jacqui tried to zip my pants back up but there wasn’t any way she could get me all inside them, “I guess you’ll have to figure that out when we get there.”
When we finally got to the hotel parking lot about three hours later, well at least it seemed like three hours, I did manage to scrunch myself back into my pants so I could zip them and be at least somewhat dignified as we hurried up to our room. I had a pretty big and obvious bulge, but at least it wasn’t sticking out for all to see.
The instant the door clicked shut behind us, we were in each other’s arms, kissing and pulling at clothes. I was still lucid enough to know I didn’t want to tear that gorgeous dress as I pulled it up and off her body in one swift motion, leaving her naked in front of me. I bore in on those gorgeous breasts, pulling her tightly to my mouth, then Jacqui pushed me away and fumbled with the buttons on my shirt while I pushed my pants and boxers down. Almost every other time we made love, Jacqui went in the dressing room and primped, putting on fresh makeup, new perfume, combed her hair out and did her best to make herself as beautiful as possible. Not tonight. I had intended slow, sensual lovemaking, but that wasn’t going to be in the cards tonight! Jacqui and I practically ran for the bed and tumbled down on it. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders, found her slit to heaven and was deep inside her, my pelvis hitting on hers almost before her backside hit the bed. She was so damn wet it seemed like someone had turned on a faucet inside her!
I thrust in and out of her, both of us grunting and moaning our pleasure, Jacqui driving her hips out to me with every thrust. As close as I already was, I was only able to thrust a few times into her before I had one of the most incredible orgasms I ever remember having. Jacqui was literally screaming under me and clawing at my back as I ejaculated my hot cum inside her. I had become pretty good at being able to draw out my lovemaking, making myself last. But this was one of the shortest, most intense fucks I ever remembered having. As Jacqui and I lay with each other trying to catch our breaths, I couldn’t help but think back to the time I watched my friend Alec fuck Michelle the first time when he spent that night in her bed in Kodiak. This was exactly how it must have felt to Alec and Michelle that first time.
After that, I was pretty much spent. Jacqui and I lay in bed snuggling and kissing, our arms wrapped around each other. That’s how I woke up the next morning, my arm was around her and her head on my chest. I very gently pushed her off of me, trying not to wake her. I scooted myself down under the covers and very gently pushed her legs apart and buried my mouth in her sweet pussy lips. I licked, stretching my tongue as deeply into her as I could, finding her clit and nibbling on it gently. Jacqui started to moan and move her hips up to meet my searching mouth. I continued to toy with her until I was pretty sure she was fully awake from the moaning and thrusting she was doing. Then, I scooted back up and kissed her passionately, our tongues in each other’s mouth.
She finally broke away from me and said, “Wow, what a way to wake up. I like it!”
“I try to please. I love you!”
“Mmm, I love you too.” Then we kissed again. I couldn’t help but think about Michelle and wonder if this would be the last time I’d be making love with Jacqui. Last night had been so filled with lust and need but this morning was slow and very erotic. We kissed, I nibbled and sucked on her nipples, she sucked on mine, I explored her inner folds with my fingers until neither of us could stand it any more and I rolled over her in the missionary position so we could kiss while we made love. As opposed to the raw sex from the last two nights, that morning we made long, very slow and passionate love, both of us building our orgasms gradually to a fantastic height. Jacqui’s pussy was pulsing and pulling me as she always did, giving me that pleasure that only she could! Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, Jacqui’s hips locked onto mine and she shuddered and erupted around me, causing my release as well. I spurted over and over into her, feeling like it would never end. Nor did I ever want it to!
But all lovemaking does eventually have to come to an end. Again, I wondered if that was the last time I would be inside her. That thought was nearly unbearable, but not nearly so much as the thought of losing my wonderful wife, Michelle! The possibility of that was simply unimaginable that I couldn’t even contemplate.
After showering and getting dressed in reasonably conservative clothes, Jacqui and I walked downstairs and had breakfast in one of the many restaurants in the Peppermill. We still had about four hours before our plane left for home, so we wandered around the casino, holding hands and putting a few dollars in an occasional slot machine. I was surprised when I actually won a fairly good jackpot, the first time it had ever happened to me. Three diamonds showed up, paying 10,000 credits. It was only a nickel machine but still, it was five hundred dollars! I hadn’t ever won that much in my life, probably all together. Michelle and I went to the Wildhorse Casino out of Pendleton every so often and if we were lucky we’d come home with as much money as we took, never winning more than thirty or forty dollars. I felt that winning a jackpot like that must be a good omen for things to come!
We drove back to the airport, dropped off the rental car, went through security an hour or so ahead of our departure and then waited for our flight to load and take us home. Jacqui and I talked about our weekend, laughed about Friday night in Virginia City where she pretended to be my prostitute (she still had my thousand dollars too, or at least most of it!) I told her again how beautiful she was in the gold dress we bought Saturday. She said she doubted if she’d wear it to another square dance, which caused both of us to laugh. Her wearing it to that dance was about the most outrageous thing either of us had ever done.
After we boarded and on our flight home, I couldn’t help but think about Michelle, Jacqui and myself. I was confident that Michelle was mine, but where was that going to leave me and Jacqui? If Michelle told Mike goodbye and didn’t see him again as I was sure she would do, I assumed I would need to do the same with Jacqui. I turned and looked at her, sleeping beside me, her head on my shoulder. How was I going to tell this beautiful, wonderful girl goodbye? I had been honest with Jacqui and she knew this very likely may be our last time together, but that wasn’t going to make it any easier when the time actually came. I took her hand in mine and closed my eyes, trying to get a little rest before we arrived back in Pasco.
After the plane landed, we picked up our luggage and I drove Jacqui home. When I dropped her off, I kissed her and said that I’d call her in the next couple days. Before I left, she handed me an envelope. I opened it, finding over $900 cash. Grinning at me, she told me, “I never intended on keeping this. Besides, I had too much fun!” I tried to get her to keep it, but she told me again that she didn’t want it. I do have to admit that it was a bit of a relief that I didn’t have to explain the thousand dollars to Michelle.
I drove home by myself, again thinking how I could tell her goodbye. I simply hadn’t any doubt about what Michelle was going to do and I loved her deeply and couldn’t imagine losing her. When I got home, her car was in the driveway, which I was very glad to see. I parked and walked in to see my wife sitting on the couch with tear streaks on her cheeks. That didn’t particularly surprise me since she had just told Mike goodbye and I was sure it had been very difficult for her. I went to her, putting my arms around her to comfort her when she turned toward me and said “I love you”
“I left him. He wanted all of me, all of the time and I couldn’t do that. I love you too much.”
“Come on hon, let’s go to bed. You know how much I love you!”
She was sniffling, trying not to cry, “How was your weekend with Jacqui? I want to hear all about it.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Jacqui and I that weekend, but saddened too, since I thought it was undoubtedly all in the past and I was going to tell Jacqui goodbye as well. “Let’s talk about her tomorrow, right now, I just want you.”
So we went to bed together. We held each other, we kissed. Michelle rested her head on my shoulder until she finally dozed off. I laid there, wondering about our future, my future with Jacqui and how I was going to talk to her. I loved her, but not enough to hurt my Michelle.
To be continued.
Author's Note: I want to thank Kayla McCormack for helping me with editing the story. Any mistakes still there are mine and mine alone
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