Michelles Continuing Affair Ch 2
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At the conclusion of the last story, Tuesday night I hadasked Michelle to read the story, including Jacqui and I expressing our love for each other over Memorial Day. She cried, I cried and we weren’t able to have sex with each other that night.
Before she read the story and went to pieces, she talked briefly about her trip to Reno with Mike, including their stay in an old bordello in Virginia City. We hadn’t discussed very much of their trip because of the situation between me and Jacqui.
Wednesday morning we woke up and both of us had to work so we didn’t have any quality time to discuss our situation. Then before Michelle left for work, she told me that because of the Monday holiday, Mike was meeting his client with the medical center on Wednesday instead of Tuesday, so she was going to Prosser right after work to spend the night with him.
Now I was truly becoming afraid of losing our marriage. Both of us needed to talk about last weekend to try and salvage what was so precious to us; our marriage and each other! Instead of that, Michelle had chosen to spend another night with her lover. Its been a week since she and I have made love together and tonight she chose Mike over me again.
To all our friends and family, Michelle and I had a perfect marriage and a perfect relationship. No one was aware of the game we had been playing the last several months. During Michelle’s weekends away everyone assumed she was visiting a girlfriend from college. Our weekends away they assumed we were with each other. The square dance club knew about Jacqui, but only that she was a friend taking lessons.
I brooded over the possibility of losing Michelle all morning and finally in the early afternoon decided there wasn’t any way I could spend the evening and night alone, so I called Jacqui and asked if I could spend the night with her at her house. She was more than thrilled that I was coming over. My day brightened considerably, but still the gloom of potentially losing Michelle was hanging in the back of my mind.
I remembered that on our first date, I had taken Jacqui some flowers. That evening after work, I stopped at a florist’s shop and bought her a beautiful bouquet and vase. She didn’t get home from Victoria’s Secret until a little after nine, so I had quite a bit of time to kill before I could see her. I thought about going to VS to say hi before she got off work, but thought it would be a little dangerous. Didn’t think her customers or manager would appreciate some guy practically raping her in the middle of the store, so I drove down to the river to watch the sunset. The one thing I didn’t want to do was go home to an empty house.
I knew that Jacqui was usually home by nine fifteen or so, so I drove into her driveway at nine twenty. I was thrilled that she was home. When I went to her door she opened it, and like our first date, she took the flowers, thanked me and put them on her table. This time though I didn’t get a little peck on the cheek. I got a fabulous mouth to mouth resuscitation kiss, her arms around my neck, hands in my hair pulling me to her. I resisted her as much as I could; NOT!
When she finally broke away from me, I told her, “Wow, I like your hello!” Then I asked her if she had eaten dinner yet. She hadn’t, so I suggested we go to an upscale restaurant for a gourmet dinner. We agreed on McDonald’s.
While sitting in the back corner of the upscale restaurant, we started talking about Michelle. “Honey, what did Michelle say? What did you tell her?”
“Well, Monday night, we didn’t talk about it too much, we were both too tired. She told me just a little about her and Mike’s weekend. Saturday night they stayed in an old historic whorehouse. She said they made love four times that night thinking about what the old bed had been used for in times past. Tuesday, I stayed home and finished writing the story about our weekend, and let her read it that night, so I wouldn’t forget anything. She enjoyed reading about us making love until she realized how much we’d fallen in love with each other. By the time she got to the end, she was crying pretty hard; afraid she was losing me. I tried to reassure her, but I don’t think I did a very good job.
“We didn’t make love last night. That was the first time we didn’t for two nights in a row for as long as I can remember, except during her monthly. This morning she told me she was going to spend tonight with Mike. I wanted to talk about everything, but she chose Mike instead.” I looked at her and admitted, “I’m afraid. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us. I don’t want to lose her.”
Jacqui looked at me and whispered softly, “What about us; you and me?”
“I don’t know. I’m torn between two loves now, and I don’t know what to do. I know I want to enjoy every minute with you.”
“You say that like you don’t think we’ll be together much longer.”
I took both of her hands in mine and looked her straight in the eyes, “Jacqui, honey, I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen, between me and Michelle or between us. The one thing I do know is that I love you, and I want to enjoy every minute we have together.”
She smiled at me and made the suggestion I had been thinking all evening, “Then why don’t we go back to my house and start enjoying?”
“Will I have to wait an hour for you to get ready for bed?”
“You silly, it’s never been an hour. But no, I think we’ll do something else tonight.”
As soon as we walked through the door, Jacqui led me into her bedroom. She told me to sit while she put on music. Then she stood in front of me, took the knot from her hair (how the heck do girls tie their hair up like that anyway?), brushed it out down over her shoulders, and slowly did a striptease dance.
“You know sweetheart, you’re so sexy you could do this for a living.”
She gave a little giggle, “I don’t think Victoria’s Secret would quite approve of that.”
“Maybe you could convince them you’re just demonstrating their sexy lingerie.”
“Hmm, maybe. But my boyfriend might not approve.”
She turned away from me, looking over her shoulder with an impish grin as she unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Covering her breasts with her hands, she turned back to me. “You might be right. He would probably want you all to himself.” I pulled her to me, pushing her hands away from her boobs, caressed her soft skin and sucked a nipple in my mouth as she slipped her panties down off her beautiful hips.
She pushed me away from her and told me it was my turn; pulling me up off the bed and sitting down in my place to watch me strip.
I did my best to be as provocative as I could, but didn’t think it would have the same effect as her stripping had on me. Maybe I was wrong. She was kind of licking her lips and pinching her nipples as I slipped my jeans and boxers down off my waist; letting my fully engorged cock dangle right in front of her. She knelt down in front of me and wrapped her beautiful lips around me.
I stood there, eyes closed, enjoying heaven with Jacqui’s lips wrapped around my cock. Pulling me in and out of her mouth, she was doing her best to suck the sperm out of me. Reluctantly, I had to pull away from her, as I enjoyed making love with her too much to cum in her mouth. I pulled her up to me, standing at the foot of her bed, and as we kissed our naked bodies crushed against each other. Jacqui’s arms were around my neck, pulling my lips tight to hers. I leaned into her as we fell backwards onto the bed. We were both literally frantic with lust, and my cock seemed to naturally find Jacqui’s pussy and press inside her.
The feeling inside Jacqui’s womb was pure ecstasy. Her muscles tightened on me as they always did, but it’s something I couldn’t get used to, and such an exquisite feeling that it’s simply impossible to describe. I was torn between simply keeping myself pushed deep inside her, feeling that pulsating, or plunging in and out or her! I’d pull out and plunge in several times, which only intensified that pulsing feeling when I rested inside her. Jacqui’s legs were wrapped around me and she was moaning incoherently. Each time I plunged inside her she grunted and her hips rose to meet mine. When that wonderful feeling of release started to rise in me I couldn’t help but keep up the plunging, harder and harder, trying to reach inside her farther than ever before. As it continued to build, I could tell it was going to be one of the most incredible orgasms I had ever experienced. Jacqui’s face was glistening with sweat and an excruciating expression of lust. I briefly thought that I would give anything to capture that expression with a camera, then all thought of anything dissolved into a breathtaking feeling of euphoria. My muscles tightened, and my cock exploded inside of her with spasm after spasm of hot cum. I was totally oblivious to anything else. Later, Jacqui told me that her orgasm was just as wrenching.
I think I realized later how much my emotions had affected me; the fear of losing my wife and my love for Jacqui had simply overwhelmed me. I didn’t know how a person could love two people as much as I loved my wife and my girlfriend. Jacqui rolled away from me and I snuggled tight against her. I couldn’t help but rub my hands over that soft skin and through her silky hair. It reminded me of that night 15 years ago when my friend Alec was enjoying the feel of Michelle’s soft skin for the first time before ravishing her through the night.
After the earth shattering sex Jacqui and I had just experienced, there wasn’t any possibility of a repeat that night. I have to admit that as I lay there cupping Jacqui’s soft breast in my hand, I couldn’t help but think about that night in Kodiak and wish it was Michelle in my arms. God, how I loved that woman!
The next morning I awoke first and I had to get up as I had to be at work a couple hours before Jacqui did. I couldn’t help but watch her, her hair spread wildly on the pillow, one bare breast exposed above the sheet, her face so beautiful and innocent in sleep. I slowly slipped out of bed, careful to not wake her, then slipped in the shower and dressed in the clothes from the night before. Jacqui had an extra toothbrush for me to use, but I had to go to work with a light stubble on my face. When I was ready, I kissed Jacqui to wake her up, then sucked a nipple into my mouth, drawing out a moan from her. I told her it was time for her to get up, but I had to head out to work. “I think I like that alarm clock,” she told me as I was leaving her bedroom.
I had a very long day at work Thursday. I knew that Michelle and I needed to talk and I was afraid of what might be said. As much as I had come to love Jacqui, Michelle was still my wife and I loved her dearly. The thought of losing her was just too painful to comprehend. As much as I enjoyed last night with Jacqui, I wished that Michelle had stayed home with me so we could have the discussion we needed to have about our future, and make love together again. I think I was more jealous of Mike that day than I had ever been before.
When five o’clock finally rolled around, I rushed home, hoping that Michelle would be there. I have to admit I wasn’t sure that she would even be coming home at that point. When I drove down the street to our house and saw her car in our driveway I breathed a gigantic sigh of relief. My relief was tempered by fear of our upcoming discussion of our future.
I opened the door, looked around, and saw my beautiful wife sitting at the kitchen table with her Amazon tablet I had gotten her on her last birthday, and a big diet coke. She got up as I walked over to her and gave me a very nice kiss on the lips and a hug. She didn’t do anything to alleviate my fears as I would normally have expected a passionate kiss, rather than a nice kiss. She sat back down and asked me, “How was your day today?”
“OK I guess, pretty nervous most of the day.”
“About?”
“Us. What we’re going to do now.”
“Yeah, me too. What did you do last night?
“I spent the night in Jacqui’s bed making love with her. You?”
“Pretty much the same thing; Mike and I made love most of the night.” Then her voice got very quiet, “Mike told me again that he loved me and I told him I loved him too.”
“I suspected as much. You already know how Jacqui and I feel about each other. Where does that leave you and me?”
She was barely whispering, “This morning after I told Mike I loved him, he asked me to come to Seattle with him.”
My heart was pounding harder than I think it ever had. I was deathly afraid to ask her the next question that I was afraid I already knew the answer to, “You mean for another weekend?”
She looked at me straight in the eyes and whispered, “No, he meant permanently.”
It’s amazing the thoughts that go through your head at a time like this. My whole body was shaking, even my hands were shaking. I thought about what Michelle and I had been through together since the night she walked up to me at a basketball game over fifteen years ago; how much we were in love. That sexy night in Kodiak that started all this, New Years Day when she first told me about Mike, and our efforts to have a baby together. Our square dancing, camping trips, and her assuring me she wouldn’t ever want to move to a big city. The fun we’ve had, and finally how our game had spiraled so far out of control. I never had any idea so many thoughts could go through your mind in only a few seconds. I was so close to bursting into tears that it was nearly unbearable.
I was barely able to speak, “And you answered him how?” I was deathly afraid to hear her answer to that question.
“I told him,” She paused for what seemed like an eternity to me, in reality probably only a few seconds, while she gathered her thoughts, “No, not yet.”
I heard the word ‘no’ and was able to breathe again, until I realized the rest of what she said, ‘not yet.’
“What does that mean, not yet?”
“I told him that you and I needed to talk first before I made a commitment like that. I need to know about you and Jacqui, what you want, and what about you and me?”
I took a deep breath. I knew that honesty was the only possibility we had of saving our marriage at this point. “Honey, I can’t lie to you. I never intended for it to happen, but I fell in love with Jacqui. I love making love with her, I think she’s a wonderful girl, and we have fun together outside the bedroom. She’s just about perfect.” I paused briefly trying to choke out my words, “The only thing is that she isn’t you. I love you more than life itself. No one, not even Jacqui will ever be able to replace my love for you. After Jacqui and I made love last night, actually I guess the term ‘fucked’ would be more appropriate for last night, I told her how afraid I was; that I didn’t want to lose you.”
I took another deep breath after bearing my soul, “And I guess that brings us back to the question from a few minutes ago. What about you and Mike? How are you going to answer him?”
She looked down like she was afraid of her answer, “I still don’t know. I love him. I don’t know if I can be without him.”
“And me, do you still love me?” Tears were starting to flow from my eyes.
Now she looked back up at me with tears in her eyes as well, “Yes, I don’t know how to live without you either. I don’t know what to do. I love both of you.”
“But you’re still thinking that you might go with him?”
She whispered to me ever so softly, “Yes.”
Now my tears were flowing hard; I was barely able to hold back from sobbing. “Even if I was to tell you that I’d say goodbye to Jacqui?”
Michelle wiped the tears from her eyes, “Honey, it’s not just Jacqui. After what you told me a minute ago, I don’t even mind if you keep seeing her. That isn’t going to make a difference to me. I need time to think. Can we go to bed now, I just want to make love with you. We can talk some more about it tomorrow. Please?
Oh how badly I wanted to take her to bed, make love with her, forget about Mike, and blank the last six months from my mind. The thing was, I knew I couldn’t blank it out of my mind. I didn’t even know if I could make love with my Michelle. I did know that I could hold her. I could wrap my arms around her and cling to her like there might not be a tomorrow, because in our case, there might not be. Even though it was still early, I needed the reassurance that, although slight, holding her in my arms would bring.
We hadn’t had supper, with nothing to eat since lunchtime, since I wasn’t hungry then either. I certainly didn’t have an appetite tonight. Michelle led me into our bedroom. Once inside, she turned and kissed me; the kiss I had wanted when I walked in the house earlier. I pushed her away, thinking back to that magical night in Kodiak. I started unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, one button at a time until her frilly, soft, black bra was fully exposed. Ever since she had started seeing Mike, she had foregone her utilitarian white bras in favor of totally sexy ones. I reached around her and unsnapped it, lifting both it and her blouse off over her head. Michelle took my head in her hands, wrapping them through my hair, and pulled my mouth down to her bare nipple where I had sucked so many hundreds of times before.
I thought again about what I might be losing and my tears started falling once again; letting me taste my own salty tears on her nipple. I reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down off her smooth, sexy hips and long perfect legs. I knew she hardly ever wore panties when she was with Mike, but she had put on the bikini panties matching her bra since she had to work that day. When she was down to her panties, I picked her up, and laid her on our bed. I laid down beside her, still clothed, took her in my arms and kissed her; pulling her bare breasts and nearly naked body to me. When we broke away from the kiss, we both had tears falling onto our bed. I held her and gently cried for what seemed like hours.
When there were no more tears left, I got up, undressed, climbed back in bed with her and took her in my arms again until I fell asleep. I awoke a few hours later with a soft, warm sensation on my cock, quickly realizing it was Michelle wrapping her mouth around me, slowly sucking up and down. She had pushed my underwear down while I was still asleep, bringing Clyde (our pet name for my cock) to full attention. When she realized I was awake, she briefly kissed me, climbed on top of me and lowered herself down onto me, impaling herself. We both moaned in pleasure at what was our first lovemaking in over a week.
My wife gently rose and fell over me, increasing the tempo, as we both came closer to a climax. Over the years, we had learned to come at the same time, which increased our pleasure ten fold. Tonight was no exception, as we both exploded and shook as I plunged deep inside her and warmed her vagina with my hot cum.
Afterward, we settled back into a face to face embrace for the rest of the night. I lay awake, unable to go back to sleep, hoping beyond hope that I could hang onto my wife. I thought about Jacqui, unable to get her out of my mind either; afraid of how to tell her that it was over between us if Michelle told Mike no. I wasn’t even certain that I could continue with Jacqui knowing it wasn’t a game any longer. My mind was a total mess and I hoped things would be clearer in the light of day.
It turned out that our situation did clear up a little the next morning. When Michelle and I were having breakfast, she told me of her plan. “I want to spend the next two weeks just you. No Mike at all. I’ll tell him no phone calls, no texts, nothing. You can spend time with Jacqui if you want, take us both square dancing, take her home and make love with her if you want, but I’m going to be exclusively yours for the next two weeks.”
I liked her plan so far, except I didn’t think I’d be able to continue a relationship with Jacqui during that time, maybe platonic, taking her to square dancing or dinner, but not spending one of my precious nights with her. Then Michelle dropped the rest of her bomb on my plate. “Then I want to spend another weekend with Mike and I’ll tell him either yes or goodbye.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. Two weeks, plus one weekend to decide the rest of our lives? We decided that we’d be together until June 13th. Then she was going to go back to Seattle for what I hoped would be her last time. Assuming she did come home after that, our game had gone as far as it possibly could go. Both our emotions with our lovers had simply gone too far. We had slipped over the waterfall. We would give one more weekend, then have to say goodbye to our lovers.
We decided that the last weekend would be June 13th. Michelle let me listen to her call to Mike where she told him she wouldn’t be able to see him until the 13th, when she would drive up. She asked him not to call until then. We didn’t want to deprive Jacqui of her square dance lessons, so we agreed that we’d all go together.
I called Jacqui and asked her if she could get that weekend off so we could take another weekend trip. She called me back a little later and told me that once again, Tina would cover for her. “Where are we going?”
“I don’t know yet; haven’t decided. Is there any place you’d like to go for a weekend?”
“I’ll think about it.”
I told her I probably wouldn’t get a chance to see her before then, except square dancing on Friday night. I told her Michelle and I would pick her up at our normal time.
The rest of that week, Michelle and I lived our normal lives, both of us going to work, coming home and having a great dinner. We snuggled on the couch watching some TV, played some card and dice games and when we went to bed, there were fireworks! We made love like there would be no tomorrow. As sweet as our lovemaking had become since Mike came into Michelle’s life, I think we surpassed it almost every night! I told her constantly how much I loved her and she reciprocated with the same. We snuggled, we kissed, we made love.
Friday night, Michelle and I together picked up Jacqui and we all went to the square dance lessons. Afterwards, we took Jacqui home and I kissed her lightly on the lips and told her that I had made us a reservation in Virginia City on Friday night, and Reno on Saturday. “I’ll call you later and tell you more about it.”
Michelle and I drove home, went in the house, and made love. It was one of the happiest times in my life. The thought that Michelle was going to Seattle in a week, and what might come of it never entered my mind in the slightest. I simply knew that as happy as we both were, all was well and nothing could interfere with it.
Saturday morning before Jacqui left for work, I called her and told her a little about where we were going. “There’s this really cool historic bordello in Virginia City. I thought it would be fun to stay there. It might be fun to do a little role playing; you can pretend to be a prostitute and I’ll be your John.”
“That does sound like fun! I’ll be sure to take some ‘whore’ clothes with me.”
Wow, I thought, this could turn out to be better than I had even imagined. I told her what time I’d pick her up Friday for the airplane trip and that I wouldn’t have a chance to see her between now and then.
The rest of the week flew by. Michelle didn’t call Mike and I didn’t call Jacqui. Michelle’s and my lovemaking continued to sizzle all week, and we enjoyed each other immensely, relieving me of any concerns that she could possibly stay in Seattle with Mike.
Friday morning, Michelle and I kissed each other goodbye for the weekend. She was leaving straight from work and I had to leave a few hours early to pick Jacqui up and get to the airport no later than 2:00, as our plane left at 3:00. We got into Reno about 6:30, rented a car and drove to Virginia City, checking into our ‘brothel’ at about 8:00.
ooOoo
I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Jacqui about it, but I know I was looking forward to our role playing that night. I had asked Michelle for the room number she and Mike had spent the night in as I wanted Jacqui and I to have the same room. It was pretty much like Michelle had described it, exactly like I would expect a brothel room to have been like a hundred plus years ago: lumpy full bed; frilly, well used bedspread; a couple old pictures of naked girls on the walls; kerosene lights on the wall; wash basin and pitcher of warm water; no television or other electronics except an old phone next to the bed. For our role playing that night, it was perfect!
As soon as we closed the door behind us, I pulled Jacqui to me for a kiss. She pushed me away and told me that I needed to make payment before we did anything. I had planned ahead with a hundred dollars cash I pulled out of my wallet and handed her. She whispered in my ear, “A thousand dollars for tonight and the weekend.”
I looked at her with shock on my face, telling her, “What? You can’t be serious. I don’t have that much money with me!”
She smiled again and said, “A thousand dollars, unless you want to sleep on the floor by yourself.”
I stammered and stuttered while she picked up the ancient phone and dialed the front desk. “Hi could you please send up an extra blanket and pillow.” A slight pause, then, “Thank you.”
“They’ll be up with your bedding in a few minutes.”
I looked at her, totally speechless. She batted her eyes at me and said, “I think I saw a US bank down the street if you don’t want to use the extra bedding.”
I wasn’t sure what to do; Michelle and I didn’t have that kind of money in the bank. But I sure as heck didn’t come all this way to sleep on the floor with my beautiful girlfriend comfortably snuggled by herself in bed. The only thing I could think of was to raid our home equity loan. So I walked down the three blocks to the bank and withdrew the money. When I got back in the room, Jacqui carefully counted out the thousand dollars and put it in her purse.
She looked at me and smiled, telling me, “Honey, I don’t want you to be gentle tonight. I need you to fuck me.”
My heart was in my throat. “What do you mean?”
“I think you know what I mean. You know I need you, Robert. But tonight I need you in a different way. Don’t hold back. I want to be lost in you, lost in your desire; lost in your lust. I am yours—live out every fantasy you’ve ever had. With me. Tonight I’m your whore!”
There was no waiting—no wondering what she would wear, or how she would look when she emerged from the bathroom. Even though she was offering me carte blanche, I still began a little hesitantly. I held the back of her neck and kissed her sweet lips, tasting her perfume. I could feel her relax at my touch, as I took charge. I entwined her hair in my fingers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. My other hand grabbed her breast through her blouse. I loved her, loved Jacqui, but I wasn’t tender with my touch. When I pulled away from that kiss, it was to say one word: “Strip.” Not ‘undress’, or ‘undress for me baby,’ or ‘let me see you naked,’ just “Strip.”
I sat back on the lumpy bed and looked up at her. At first she stood there, and undid the top button on her olive satin blouse. When her hips began to sway I felt the telltale bulge in my chinos start to grow. Jacqui bit her lip and swayed her hips back and forth as she unbuttoned her blouse. When she shrugged it from her shoulders, I could see the ivory lace bra beneath and smiled up at her. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered.
Jacqui smiled back and shook her head, her hair going wild. She undid the zip at the side of her tight skirt and wriggled out of it. Now all she was wearing was her bra, matching panties, and a pair of black hold up stockings with lace around the top and heels—black patent heels. My bulge was getting bigger, and throbbing in my pants.
She looked down at me and whispered, “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Oh, yes,” I replied.
“Hard?”
I nodded.
“Because you know I’m yours.”
“I know,” I said as she danced on.
“Tell me,” she said. “Tell me what you’re going to do.”
“I’m going to fuck you.” My heart was thumping. “I’m going to fuck you like I have never fucked you before. Fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before—not by me, not by anyone.” She bit her lower lip, and her cheeks started to flush. “Now take off your bra,” I said, “And let me see your tits.”
Momentarily, her eyes widened, then Jacqui reached back and unclipped her bra before shrugging it from her shoulders. Her lovely nipples, which I had suckled on before, looked bold and erect. And I was hungry. She folded her arms under her breasts. Fleetingly I saw fear in her eyes—was this the Robert she knew and loved, or had she unleashed something else. I don’t think she was sure. I beckoned her to me, and she knelt next to the bed, right beside me. Again, I kissed her—savagely on the mouth, drinking in her taste. My hand went to her breast, mauling it, kneading it. I pinched her nipple and she gasped; she gasped again when I twisted it. But then she groaned with pleasure. A part of me wanted to draw her towards me, take her nipple in my mouth, and suck it as I had before. But that wasn’t what Jacqui wanted tonight.
I took Jacqui’s hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants. “You did that to me,” I whispered. Her eyes twinkled as she undid my belt, unzipped me, and released my cock. As she lowered her mouth over me, I felt her hair cascade down onto my legs, and her hot breath on my cock. Jacqui’s mouth was hot, and I felt her lips slide slowly down my shaft. I held her head in my hands and groaned as she took more and more of me into her mouth. My cock was throbbing; I had never felt so hard. She cradled my balls in her hand and bobbed up and down. I could feel her lips tight around me.
Without thinking, I responded to her bobbing by thrusting up into her mouth. With her head still in my hands I started to fuck her—but I was fucking her mouth; my cock raked by her teeth as I filled her. Jacqui moaned as she sucked on my cock and squeezed my balls. She loved me, as I loved her—but this was animal lust we were showing one another: desire and lust.
I grabbed a handful of Jacqui’s hair and held her head as I pushed my cock into her mouth; my other hand grabbed her beautiful butt and gave it a squeeze. I squeezed hard enough that she seemed to gasp—at least as well as she could with her mouth full! Then I grabbed at her panties and pulled at them. I yanked so hard I heard the material tear. When I pulled one last time, they came off altogether in my hand, and she was naked but for stockings and heels.
“Oh God Jacqui, that feels amazing,” I rasped as my fingernails dug into her ass. She was sucking my cock, and her tongue was pressed against my shaft. My fingers found her pussy and I pushed two inside her—she was so hot, so wet. I was convinced she wanted me—desired me—with the same animal passion I was feeling for her. She looked up at me with her mouth full, eyes smiling but widened when I pushed my fingers back inside her. “Do you like that?” I whispered, “Do you?”
All she could do was groan and give a little nod. I pushed my fingers deeper inside her. “Do you like feeling my fingers in your cunt?”
She groaned her assent. My cock was throbbing, my heart beating fast, and my fingers slick with her juice. I wanted more. I wanted to give Jacqui what she wanted; more of this animal lust. My fingers slipped from her pussy and brushed against her asshole. Her mouth opened wide and she gasped; air rushing past my cock into her mouth. In all the times we had made love we had never even talked about anal; it had never come up. But that night was not a night for asking permission, for discussing limits; for pushing envelopes. I pushed my finger inside, feeling her asshole tight around my finger as it went one knuckle deep.
“And how about that?” I asked. “I bet you like that don’t you?”
She moaned her assent and I pushed my finger deeper, deep enough inside her so that my knuckles were pressed against the soft flesh of her ass. I felt her try to pull away; try to pull off my prick. She came up for air, “Oh God, Robert. Please—fuck me!”
I knew I would; I knew I must—but not yet. I slipped my finger from her ass. “Are you feeling dirty?”
She nodded.
“Are you my dirty girl tonight, my whore?”
“Oh yes,” she replied. “Yes. I want to be your whore. I’m all yours. You know I am.” As if to punctuate her statement she kissed the tip of my cock, then licked down along its length. She was driving me wild, insane with desire. I so wanted to have her, to take her. “I’m your whore Robert, your slut. Just take me. Show me I’m yours. Show me how you want me.” I felt the tip of her tongue teasing at my balls and it was my turn to groan. I grabbed at her ass, mauling her soft flesh as she teased me.
Jacqui was still kneeling next to me as I lay on her bed. I grabbed her waist and pulled her towards me, laying her across my lap. I could feel her breasts against my thighs. Whack! I spanked her ass. It stung my hand so I know it stung her too, and her body jerked. Whack! I spanked her again, and again her body jerked in reaction. That beautiful, near naked body. “You’re mine!” I whispered, “You’re my slut. What are you?”
“I’m,” Whack! “Your,” Whack! “Slut!” Whack! My cock was throbbing now, almost painful. I so wanted her—wanted Jacqui like never before. I slid my hand between her legs, one finger slipping between the velvet folds of her pussy.
“Your cunt is mine.” I growled.
“Oh yes. Yes it is.”
I pushed two fingers inside her. She was so wet, so hot, so willing. “Get on your knees, whore.”
She knelt up on the bed and I got behind her. I grabbed her waist and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her slit. Jacqui groaned. She wanted this as much as me. I held her waist tight and rammed forward, impaling her on my prick in a single movement. She squealed in surprise as I filled her. I felt her pussy tighten around me as it always did, but then I spanked her again and it tightened even more.
“Oh God, Robert.” She whispered. “You feel huge. Like you’re going to split me in two.” I slid my cock almost out of her then rammed it home again; grinding into her tight pussy. Leaning forward I grabbed her breast in my hand, twisting her nipple as I thrust again and again. She did feel tight and I felt huge. And I wanted her so badly. My thrusting accelerated and Jacqui pushed back against each thrust, anticipating them, and wanting every last inch of me inside her.
“Oh Robert,” she said, “Do something for me.”
“What?”
“Fuck my ass. No one has ever fucked my ass.”
I hadn’t ever fucked a girl in the ass before either. Michelle and I had tried once and she didn’t like it so we didn’t ever try again, but tonight I was more than ready to give Jacqui what she wanted!
I pulled out of her cunt and admired her butt. Oh God, she was beautiful! I couldn’t help but crush those beautiful cheeks in my hands, getting a whimper of pain from her; especially after the spanking from earlier.
My cock was still slick from her pussy juices as I spread her cheeks apart. I reached my fingers into her pussy, wetting them and at the same time getting squeals of pleasure from Jacqui. With my fingers wet with her juices, I rubbed them along her slit, making sure she was lubricated before placing my wet, slick cock at the entrance to her rosebud.
The sight of her bottom stretching out this wide for the first time was amazing, made even better knowing that it was my cock that was about to invade her. I put my cock at her entrance and didn’t warn her as I drove inside her, a little slow at first, then when I felt her resistance fade, I steadily drove deeper and deeper inside her. “Oh fuck!” Jacqui groaned as I pierced her. This was the first time for either of us and I was amazed at how tight and good it felt. Every inch by agonizing inch that I sunk closer to her core was another inch I felt encased by heaven itself.
Finally, I slammed my hips against her jiggly butt cheeks, and drained her of the ability to speak, due to the iron hard cock rammed into her. I still wasn’t being gentle with her; I was almost insanely wanting to possess her
Sharp squeaks were being forced from her as I abused her as roughly as I wanted to. I was sure she wasn’t enjoying it yet. Her squeals now were so different from the groans of pleasure from a few minutes ago. "Robert, go slower. Please!" she cried.
Her plea brought me down from my craziness. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was, so I slowed myself until I was slipping in and out of her tight butt easily; letting her finally get used to the size before I planted myself balls deep inside her bum.
Jacqui’s moans started sounding like the groans of pleasure that I had become used to as I slowly drove back in and out of her. She was facedown on the bed, trying to use the covers to muffle her groans of pleasure. I didn’t want anything muffled. I wanted everyone in this whorehouse to know we were fucking and fucking hard!
I realized that Jacqui was playing with her clit. "I'm close, I'm so close just don't fucking stop." She was whining in a high pitch, furiously rubbing her clit while I pumped her from behind.
With only seconds before I knew I couldn’t last any longer, Jacqui’s body started convulsing in a violent orgasm. She started screaming with pleasure, “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she screamed over and over again.
As she came, her ass squeezed around me so tightly that it felt like I might be trapped in this place of heaven forever!
I couldn’t hold myself back any longer and succumbed to the orgasm I had been trying desperately to withhold. Jacqui evidently felt it the second I blasted her insides with hot, gooey cum. She seemed to like it, based on the way she was grinding her hips back against me in an attempt to drain me.
I could barely hear her groans as they were deposited into the pillows, but I knew she was feeling as amazing as I was.
"Holy shit!" She mumbled, as both of us were spent and collapsed down onto the bed.
My animalistic urges from before had subsided now, and I didn’t want anything more than to love this girl who had given her all to me. I withdrew my limp cock from her ass and she rolled over facing me. “That was about the most incredible experience I’ve ever had,” she told me.
“It was, wasn’t it. Want to do it again?”
“Yes, but not for a while; I think I’m going to be a little sore there for a while.”
I kissed her, “I love you.”
Jacqui kind of purred as she snuggled into my chest and we both went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to see Jacqui splashing water on her face from the wash bowl on the counter. She was wearing my very favorite; nothing. Her naked body was so beautiful. She sauntered over to the bed, sitting down beside me, “Well, did you get your money’s worth last night?” as she snuck her hand under the blanket and wrapped it around my morning wood.
“Nope, not yet. Have plans for my very favorite whore the rest of the weekend.”
“Umm, I’m kind of hoping those plans start about now.” She pushed the covers off of me and started to climb over me. I let her straddle me and sink her wet pussy down onto me. Oh God, she felt good! She rested on top of me for a few minutes but as soon as she started to ride me up and down, I pushed her off and rolled her over onto her back. One thing I had learned since Michelle and I started our game last January was restraint, and how to keep that horny feeling alive, and right now that’s what I intended.
Jacqui smiled at me and said, “Umm, last night was fantastic. But I want to make love with you this morning.”
“I can tell. But we need to get up. I have plans for today and it involves you being horny as hell!”
“Ugh, sometimes I think I hate you! What kind of plans?”
“Not going to tell you yet. You’ll find out later. Right now, let’s find the shower and get cleaned up and dressed.”
The Silver Queen had installed a couple common showers off the hall, one for men and one for women. I slipped on a pair of boxers and peeked out. I didn’t see anyone in the hall so I snuck down to see if they were empty. The little signs on the doors said vacant so I went back and told Jacqui that now was the time to jump in the shower. We slipped on some shorts and shirt before venturing out in the hall. When I started to follow her into the women’s shower, she pushed me out, telling me “Unhunh, no fuck together, no shower together!” So I grudgingly showered by myself in the men’s shower. Not nearly as much fun!
After we had cleaned up and gotten dressed, Jacqui and I went downstairs looking for some breakfast. We had been late getting there the night before and hadn’t had a chance to explore to find a café. Fortunately, the Silver Queen did serve breakfast pretty much like they did in the old days. We had a choice of eggs, ham, bacon, fried taters and pancakes. It was all pretty darn good! When they gave us the check and it was time to go, my pretty young lady smiled at me and said, “I’ll pay, I think I can afford it now.” I guess she could; she had my thousand dollars stashed away in her purse!
After breakfast, we walked to the back of the room and admired the Silver Queen. It was an approximately 15’ high painting of a woman, dressed in a gown of 3,261 silver dollars and 28 twenty dollar gold coins. It was beautiful and fascinating.
Before she read the story and went to pieces, she talked briefly about her trip to Reno with Mike, including their stay in an old bordello in Virginia City. We hadn’t discussed very much of their trip because of the situation between me and Jacqui.
Wednesday morning we woke up and both of us had to work so we didn’t have any quality time to discuss our situation. Then before Michelle left for work, she told me that because of the Monday holiday, Mike was meeting his client with the medical center on Wednesday instead of Tuesday, so she was going to Prosser right after work to spend the night with him.
Now I was truly becoming afraid of losing our marriage. Both of us needed to talk about last weekend to try and salvage what was so precious to us; our marriage and each other! Instead of that, Michelle had chosen to spend another night with her lover. Its been a week since she and I have made love together and tonight she chose Mike over me again.
To all our friends and family, Michelle and I had a perfect marriage and a perfect relationship. No one was aware of the game we had been playing the last several months. During Michelle’s weekends away everyone assumed she was visiting a girlfriend from college. Our weekends away they assumed we were with each other. The square dance club knew about Jacqui, but only that she was a friend taking lessons.
I brooded over the possibility of losing Michelle all morning and finally in the early afternoon decided there wasn’t any way I could spend the evening and night alone, so I called Jacqui and asked if I could spend the night with her at her house. She was more than thrilled that I was coming over. My day brightened considerably, but still the gloom of potentially losing Michelle was hanging in the back of my mind.
I remembered that on our first date, I had taken Jacqui some flowers. That evening after work, I stopped at a florist’s shop and bought her a beautiful bouquet and vase. She didn’t get home from Victoria’s Secret until a little after nine, so I had quite a bit of time to kill before I could see her. I thought about going to VS to say hi before she got off work, but thought it would be a little dangerous. Didn’t think her customers or manager would appreciate some guy practically raping her in the middle of the store, so I drove down to the river to watch the sunset. The one thing I didn’t want to do was go home to an empty house.
I knew that Jacqui was usually home by nine fifteen or so, so I drove into her driveway at nine twenty. I was thrilled that she was home. When I went to her door she opened it, and like our first date, she took the flowers, thanked me and put them on her table. This time though I didn’t get a little peck on the cheek. I got a fabulous mouth to mouth resuscitation kiss, her arms around my neck, hands in my hair pulling me to her. I resisted her as much as I could; NOT!
When she finally broke away from me, I told her, “Wow, I like your hello!” Then I asked her if she had eaten dinner yet. She hadn’t, so I suggested we go to an upscale restaurant for a gourmet dinner. We agreed on McDonald’s.
While sitting in the back corner of the upscale restaurant, we started talking about Michelle. “Honey, what did Michelle say? What did you tell her?”
“Well, Monday night, we didn’t talk about it too much, we were both too tired. She told me just a little about her and Mike’s weekend. Saturday night they stayed in an old historic whorehouse. She said they made love four times that night thinking about what the old bed had been used for in times past. Tuesday, I stayed home and finished writing the story about our weekend, and let her read it that night, so I wouldn’t forget anything. She enjoyed reading about us making love until she realized how much we’d fallen in love with each other. By the time she got to the end, she was crying pretty hard; afraid she was losing me. I tried to reassure her, but I don’t think I did a very good job.
“We didn’t make love last night. That was the first time we didn’t for two nights in a row for as long as I can remember, except during her monthly. This morning she told me she was going to spend tonight with Mike. I wanted to talk about everything, but she chose Mike instead.” I looked at her and admitted, “I’m afraid. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us. I don’t want to lose her.”
Jacqui looked at me and whispered softly, “What about us; you and me?”
“I don’t know. I’m torn between two loves now, and I don’t know what to do. I know I want to enjoy every minute with you.”
“You say that like you don’t think we’ll be together much longer.”
I took both of her hands in mine and looked her straight in the eyes, “Jacqui, honey, I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen, between me and Michelle or between us. The one thing I do know is that I love you, and I want to enjoy every minute we have together.”
She smiled at me and made the suggestion I had been thinking all evening, “Then why don’t we go back to my house and start enjoying?”
“Will I have to wait an hour for you to get ready for bed?”
“You silly, it’s never been an hour. But no, I think we’ll do something else tonight.”
As soon as we walked through the door, Jacqui led me into her bedroom. She told me to sit while she put on music. Then she stood in front of me, took the knot from her hair (how the heck do girls tie their hair up like that anyway?), brushed it out down over her shoulders, and slowly did a striptease dance.
“You know sweetheart, you’re so sexy you could do this for a living.”
She gave a little giggle, “I don’t think Victoria’s Secret would quite approve of that.”
“Maybe you could convince them you’re just demonstrating their sexy lingerie.”
“Hmm, maybe. But my boyfriend might not approve.”
She turned away from me, looking over her shoulder with an impish grin as she unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Covering her breasts with her hands, she turned back to me. “You might be right. He would probably want you all to himself.” I pulled her to me, pushing her hands away from her boobs, caressed her soft skin and sucked a nipple in my mouth as she slipped her panties down off her beautiful hips.
She pushed me away from her and told me it was my turn; pulling me up off the bed and sitting down in my place to watch me strip.
I did my best to be as provocative as I could, but didn’t think it would have the same effect as her stripping had on me. Maybe I was wrong. She was kind of licking her lips and pinching her nipples as I slipped my jeans and boxers down off my waist; letting my fully engorged cock dangle right in front of her. She knelt down in front of me and wrapped her beautiful lips around me.
I stood there, eyes closed, enjoying heaven with Jacqui’s lips wrapped around my cock. Pulling me in and out of her mouth, she was doing her best to suck the sperm out of me. Reluctantly, I had to pull away from her, as I enjoyed making love with her too much to cum in her mouth. I pulled her up to me, standing at the foot of her bed, and as we kissed our naked bodies crushed against each other. Jacqui’s arms were around my neck, pulling my lips tight to hers. I leaned into her as we fell backwards onto the bed. We were both literally frantic with lust, and my cock seemed to naturally find Jacqui’s pussy and press inside her.
The feeling inside Jacqui’s womb was pure ecstasy. Her muscles tightened on me as they always did, but it’s something I couldn’t get used to, and such an exquisite feeling that it’s simply impossible to describe. I was torn between simply keeping myself pushed deep inside her, feeling that pulsating, or plunging in and out or her! I’d pull out and plunge in several times, which only intensified that pulsing feeling when I rested inside her. Jacqui’s legs were wrapped around me and she was moaning incoherently. Each time I plunged inside her she grunted and her hips rose to meet mine. When that wonderful feeling of release started to rise in me I couldn’t help but keep up the plunging, harder and harder, trying to reach inside her farther than ever before. As it continued to build, I could tell it was going to be one of the most incredible orgasms I had ever experienced. Jacqui’s face was glistening with sweat and an excruciating expression of lust. I briefly thought that I would give anything to capture that expression with a camera, then all thought of anything dissolved into a breathtaking feeling of euphoria. My muscles tightened, and my cock exploded inside of her with spasm after spasm of hot cum. I was totally oblivious to anything else. Later, Jacqui told me that her orgasm was just as wrenching.
I think I realized later how much my emotions had affected me; the fear of losing my wife and my love for Jacqui had simply overwhelmed me. I didn’t know how a person could love two people as much as I loved my wife and my girlfriend. Jacqui rolled away from me and I snuggled tight against her. I couldn’t help but rub my hands over that soft skin and through her silky hair. It reminded me of that night 15 years ago when my friend Alec was enjoying the feel of Michelle’s soft skin for the first time before ravishing her through the night.
After the earth shattering sex Jacqui and I had just experienced, there wasn’t any possibility of a repeat that night. I have to admit that as I lay there cupping Jacqui’s soft breast in my hand, I couldn’t help but think about that night in Kodiak and wish it was Michelle in my arms. God, how I loved that woman!
The next morning I awoke first and I had to get up as I had to be at work a couple hours before Jacqui did. I couldn’t help but watch her, her hair spread wildly on the pillow, one bare breast exposed above the sheet, her face so beautiful and innocent in sleep. I slowly slipped out of bed, careful to not wake her, then slipped in the shower and dressed in the clothes from the night before. Jacqui had an extra toothbrush for me to use, but I had to go to work with a light stubble on my face. When I was ready, I kissed Jacqui to wake her up, then sucked a nipple into my mouth, drawing out a moan from her. I told her it was time for her to get up, but I had to head out to work. “I think I like that alarm clock,” she told me as I was leaving her bedroom.
I had a very long day at work Thursday. I knew that Michelle and I needed to talk and I was afraid of what might be said. As much as I had come to love Jacqui, Michelle was still my wife and I loved her dearly. The thought of losing her was just too painful to comprehend. As much as I enjoyed last night with Jacqui, I wished that Michelle had stayed home with me so we could have the discussion we needed to have about our future, and make love together again. I think I was more jealous of Mike that day than I had ever been before.
When five o’clock finally rolled around, I rushed home, hoping that Michelle would be there. I have to admit I wasn’t sure that she would even be coming home at that point. When I drove down the street to our house and saw her car in our driveway I breathed a gigantic sigh of relief. My relief was tempered by fear of our upcoming discussion of our future.
I opened the door, looked around, and saw my beautiful wife sitting at the kitchen table with her Amazon tablet I had gotten her on her last birthday, and a big diet coke. She got up as I walked over to her and gave me a very nice kiss on the lips and a hug. She didn’t do anything to alleviate my fears as I would normally have expected a passionate kiss, rather than a nice kiss. She sat back down and asked me, “How was your day today?”
“OK I guess, pretty nervous most of the day.”
“About?”
“Us. What we’re going to do now.”
“Yeah, me too. What did you do last night?
“I spent the night in Jacqui’s bed making love with her. You?”
“Pretty much the same thing; Mike and I made love most of the night.” Then her voice got very quiet, “Mike told me again that he loved me and I told him I loved him too.”
“I suspected as much. You already know how Jacqui and I feel about each other. Where does that leave you and me?”
She was barely whispering, “This morning after I told Mike I loved him, he asked me to come to Seattle with him.”
My heart was pounding harder than I think it ever had. I was deathly afraid to ask her the next question that I was afraid I already knew the answer to, “You mean for another weekend?”
She looked at me straight in the eyes and whispered, “No, he meant permanently.”
It’s amazing the thoughts that go through your head at a time like this. My whole body was shaking, even my hands were shaking. I thought about what Michelle and I had been through together since the night she walked up to me at a basketball game over fifteen years ago; how much we were in love. That sexy night in Kodiak that started all this, New Years Day when she first told me about Mike, and our efforts to have a baby together. Our square dancing, camping trips, and her assuring me she wouldn’t ever want to move to a big city. The fun we’ve had, and finally how our game had spiraled so far out of control. I never had any idea so many thoughts could go through your mind in only a few seconds. I was so close to bursting into tears that it was nearly unbearable.
I was barely able to speak, “And you answered him how?” I was deathly afraid to hear her answer to that question.
“I told him,” She paused for what seemed like an eternity to me, in reality probably only a few seconds, while she gathered her thoughts, “No, not yet.”
I heard the word ‘no’ and was able to breathe again, until I realized the rest of what she said, ‘not yet.’
“What does that mean, not yet?”
“I told him that you and I needed to talk first before I made a commitment like that. I need to know about you and Jacqui, what you want, and what about you and me?”
I took a deep breath. I knew that honesty was the only possibility we had of saving our marriage at this point. “Honey, I can’t lie to you. I never intended for it to happen, but I fell in love with Jacqui. I love making love with her, I think she’s a wonderful girl, and we have fun together outside the bedroom. She’s just about perfect.” I paused briefly trying to choke out my words, “The only thing is that she isn’t you. I love you more than life itself. No one, not even Jacqui will ever be able to replace my love for you. After Jacqui and I made love last night, actually I guess the term ‘fucked’ would be more appropriate for last night, I told her how afraid I was; that I didn’t want to lose you.”
I took another deep breath after bearing my soul, “And I guess that brings us back to the question from a few minutes ago. What about you and Mike? How are you going to answer him?”
She looked down like she was afraid of her answer, “I still don’t know. I love him. I don’t know if I can be without him.”
“And me, do you still love me?” Tears were starting to flow from my eyes.
Now she looked back up at me with tears in her eyes as well, “Yes, I don’t know how to live without you either. I don’t know what to do. I love both of you.”
“But you’re still thinking that you might go with him?”
She whispered to me ever so softly, “Yes.”
Now my tears were flowing hard; I was barely able to hold back from sobbing. “Even if I was to tell you that I’d say goodbye to Jacqui?”
Michelle wiped the tears from her eyes, “Honey, it’s not just Jacqui. After what you told me a minute ago, I don’t even mind if you keep seeing her. That isn’t going to make a difference to me. I need time to think. Can we go to bed now, I just want to make love with you. We can talk some more about it tomorrow. Please?
Oh how badly I wanted to take her to bed, make love with her, forget about Mike, and blank the last six months from my mind. The thing was, I knew I couldn’t blank it out of my mind. I didn’t even know if I could make love with my Michelle. I did know that I could hold her. I could wrap my arms around her and cling to her like there might not be a tomorrow, because in our case, there might not be. Even though it was still early, I needed the reassurance that, although slight, holding her in my arms would bring.
We hadn’t had supper, with nothing to eat since lunchtime, since I wasn’t hungry then either. I certainly didn’t have an appetite tonight. Michelle led me into our bedroom. Once inside, she turned and kissed me; the kiss I had wanted when I walked in the house earlier. I pushed her away, thinking back to that magical night in Kodiak. I started unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, one button at a time until her frilly, soft, black bra was fully exposed. Ever since she had started seeing Mike, she had foregone her utilitarian white bras in favor of totally sexy ones. I reached around her and unsnapped it, lifting both it and her blouse off over her head. Michelle took my head in her hands, wrapping them through my hair, and pulled my mouth down to her bare nipple where I had sucked so many hundreds of times before.
I thought again about what I might be losing and my tears started falling once again; letting me taste my own salty tears on her nipple. I reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down off her smooth, sexy hips and long perfect legs. I knew she hardly ever wore panties when she was with Mike, but she had put on the bikini panties matching her bra since she had to work that day. When she was down to her panties, I picked her up, and laid her on our bed. I laid down beside her, still clothed, took her in my arms and kissed her; pulling her bare breasts and nearly naked body to me. When we broke away from the kiss, we both had tears falling onto our bed. I held her and gently cried for what seemed like hours.
When there were no more tears left, I got up, undressed, climbed back in bed with her and took her in my arms again until I fell asleep. I awoke a few hours later with a soft, warm sensation on my cock, quickly realizing it was Michelle wrapping her mouth around me, slowly sucking up and down. She had pushed my underwear down while I was still asleep, bringing Clyde (our pet name for my cock) to full attention. When she realized I was awake, she briefly kissed me, climbed on top of me and lowered herself down onto me, impaling herself. We both moaned in pleasure at what was our first lovemaking in over a week.
My wife gently rose and fell over me, increasing the tempo, as we both came closer to a climax. Over the years, we had learned to come at the same time, which increased our pleasure ten fold. Tonight was no exception, as we both exploded and shook as I plunged deep inside her and warmed her vagina with my hot cum.
Afterward, we settled back into a face to face embrace for the rest of the night. I lay awake, unable to go back to sleep, hoping beyond hope that I could hang onto my wife. I thought about Jacqui, unable to get her out of my mind either; afraid of how to tell her that it was over between us if Michelle told Mike no. I wasn’t even certain that I could continue with Jacqui knowing it wasn’t a game any longer. My mind was a total mess and I hoped things would be clearer in the light of day.
It turned out that our situation did clear up a little the next morning. When Michelle and I were having breakfast, she told me of her plan. “I want to spend the next two weeks just you. No Mike at all. I’ll tell him no phone calls, no texts, nothing. You can spend time with Jacqui if you want, take us both square dancing, take her home and make love with her if you want, but I’m going to be exclusively yours for the next two weeks.”
I liked her plan so far, except I didn’t think I’d be able to continue a relationship with Jacqui during that time, maybe platonic, taking her to square dancing or dinner, but not spending one of my precious nights with her. Then Michelle dropped the rest of her bomb on my plate. “Then I want to spend another weekend with Mike and I’ll tell him either yes or goodbye.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. Two weeks, plus one weekend to decide the rest of our lives? We decided that we’d be together until June 13th. Then she was going to go back to Seattle for what I hoped would be her last time. Assuming she did come home after that, our game had gone as far as it possibly could go. Both our emotions with our lovers had simply gone too far. We had slipped over the waterfall. We would give one more weekend, then have to say goodbye to our lovers.
We decided that the last weekend would be June 13th. Michelle let me listen to her call to Mike where she told him she wouldn’t be able to see him until the 13th, when she would drive up. She asked him not to call until then. We didn’t want to deprive Jacqui of her square dance lessons, so we agreed that we’d all go together.
I called Jacqui and asked her if she could get that weekend off so we could take another weekend trip. She called me back a little later and told me that once again, Tina would cover for her. “Where are we going?”
“I don’t know yet; haven’t decided. Is there any place you’d like to go for a weekend?”
“I’ll think about it.”
I told her I probably wouldn’t get a chance to see her before then, except square dancing on Friday night. I told her Michelle and I would pick her up at our normal time.
The rest of that week, Michelle and I lived our normal lives, both of us going to work, coming home and having a great dinner. We snuggled on the couch watching some TV, played some card and dice games and when we went to bed, there were fireworks! We made love like there would be no tomorrow. As sweet as our lovemaking had become since Mike came into Michelle’s life, I think we surpassed it almost every night! I told her constantly how much I loved her and she reciprocated with the same. We snuggled, we kissed, we made love.
Friday night, Michelle and I together picked up Jacqui and we all went to the square dance lessons. Afterwards, we took Jacqui home and I kissed her lightly on the lips and told her that I had made us a reservation in Virginia City on Friday night, and Reno on Saturday. “I’ll call you later and tell you more about it.”
Michelle and I drove home, went in the house, and made love. It was one of the happiest times in my life. The thought that Michelle was going to Seattle in a week, and what might come of it never entered my mind in the slightest. I simply knew that as happy as we both were, all was well and nothing could interfere with it.
Saturday morning before Jacqui left for work, I called her and told her a little about where we were going. “There’s this really cool historic bordello in Virginia City. I thought it would be fun to stay there. It might be fun to do a little role playing; you can pretend to be a prostitute and I’ll be your John.”
“That does sound like fun! I’ll be sure to take some ‘whore’ clothes with me.”
Wow, I thought, this could turn out to be better than I had even imagined. I told her what time I’d pick her up Friday for the airplane trip and that I wouldn’t have a chance to see her between now and then.
The rest of the week flew by. Michelle didn’t call Mike and I didn’t call Jacqui. Michelle’s and my lovemaking continued to sizzle all week, and we enjoyed each other immensely, relieving me of any concerns that she could possibly stay in Seattle with Mike.
Friday morning, Michelle and I kissed each other goodbye for the weekend. She was leaving straight from work and I had to leave a few hours early to pick Jacqui up and get to the airport no later than 2:00, as our plane left at 3:00. We got into Reno about 6:30, rented a car and drove to Virginia City, checking into our ‘brothel’ at about 8:00.
ooOoo
I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Jacqui about it, but I know I was looking forward to our role playing that night. I had asked Michelle for the room number she and Mike had spent the night in as I wanted Jacqui and I to have the same room. It was pretty much like Michelle had described it, exactly like I would expect a brothel room to have been like a hundred plus years ago: lumpy full bed; frilly, well used bedspread; a couple old pictures of naked girls on the walls; kerosene lights on the wall; wash basin and pitcher of warm water; no television or other electronics except an old phone next to the bed. For our role playing that night, it was perfect!
As soon as we closed the door behind us, I pulled Jacqui to me for a kiss. She pushed me away and told me that I needed to make payment before we did anything. I had planned ahead with a hundred dollars cash I pulled out of my wallet and handed her. She whispered in my ear, “A thousand dollars for tonight and the weekend.”
I looked at her with shock on my face, telling her, “What? You can’t be serious. I don’t have that much money with me!”
She smiled again and said, “A thousand dollars, unless you want to sleep on the floor by yourself.”
I stammered and stuttered while she picked up the ancient phone and dialed the front desk. “Hi could you please send up an extra blanket and pillow.” A slight pause, then, “Thank you.”
“They’ll be up with your bedding in a few minutes.”
I looked at her, totally speechless. She batted her eyes at me and said, “I think I saw a US bank down the street if you don’t want to use the extra bedding.”
I wasn’t sure what to do; Michelle and I didn’t have that kind of money in the bank. But I sure as heck didn’t come all this way to sleep on the floor with my beautiful girlfriend comfortably snuggled by herself in bed. The only thing I could think of was to raid our home equity loan. So I walked down the three blocks to the bank and withdrew the money. When I got back in the room, Jacqui carefully counted out the thousand dollars and put it in her purse.
She looked at me and smiled, telling me, “Honey, I don’t want you to be gentle tonight. I need you to fuck me.”
My heart was in my throat. “What do you mean?”
“I think you know what I mean. You know I need you, Robert. But tonight I need you in a different way. Don’t hold back. I want to be lost in you, lost in your desire; lost in your lust. I am yours—live out every fantasy you’ve ever had. With me. Tonight I’m your whore!”
There was no waiting—no wondering what she would wear, or how she would look when she emerged from the bathroom. Even though she was offering me carte blanche, I still began a little hesitantly. I held the back of her neck and kissed her sweet lips, tasting her perfume. I could feel her relax at my touch, as I took charge. I entwined her hair in my fingers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. My other hand grabbed her breast through her blouse. I loved her, loved Jacqui, but I wasn’t tender with my touch. When I pulled away from that kiss, it was to say one word: “Strip.” Not ‘undress’, or ‘undress for me baby,’ or ‘let me see you naked,’ just “Strip.”
I sat back on the lumpy bed and looked up at her. At first she stood there, and undid the top button on her olive satin blouse. When her hips began to sway I felt the telltale bulge in my chinos start to grow. Jacqui bit her lip and swayed her hips back and forth as she unbuttoned her blouse. When she shrugged it from her shoulders, I could see the ivory lace bra beneath and smiled up at her. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered.
Jacqui smiled back and shook her head, her hair going wild. She undid the zip at the side of her tight skirt and wriggled out of it. Now all she was wearing was her bra, matching panties, and a pair of black hold up stockings with lace around the top and heels—black patent heels. My bulge was getting bigger, and throbbing in my pants.
She looked down at me and whispered, “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Oh, yes,” I replied.
“Hard?”
I nodded.
“Because you know I’m yours.”
“I know,” I said as she danced on.
“Tell me,” she said. “Tell me what you’re going to do.”
“I’m going to fuck you.” My heart was thumping. “I’m going to fuck you like I have never fucked you before. Fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before—not by me, not by anyone.” She bit her lower lip, and her cheeks started to flush. “Now take off your bra,” I said, “And let me see your tits.”
Momentarily, her eyes widened, then Jacqui reached back and unclipped her bra before shrugging it from her shoulders. Her lovely nipples, which I had suckled on before, looked bold and erect. And I was hungry. She folded her arms under her breasts. Fleetingly I saw fear in her eyes—was this the Robert she knew and loved, or had she unleashed something else. I don’t think she was sure. I beckoned her to me, and she knelt next to the bed, right beside me. Again, I kissed her—savagely on the mouth, drinking in her taste. My hand went to her breast, mauling it, kneading it. I pinched her nipple and she gasped; she gasped again when I twisted it. But then she groaned with pleasure. A part of me wanted to draw her towards me, take her nipple in my mouth, and suck it as I had before. But that wasn’t what Jacqui wanted tonight.
I took Jacqui’s hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants. “You did that to me,” I whispered. Her eyes twinkled as she undid my belt, unzipped me, and released my cock. As she lowered her mouth over me, I felt her hair cascade down onto my legs, and her hot breath on my cock. Jacqui’s mouth was hot, and I felt her lips slide slowly down my shaft. I held her head in my hands and groaned as she took more and more of me into her mouth. My cock was throbbing; I had never felt so hard. She cradled my balls in her hand and bobbed up and down. I could feel her lips tight around me.
Without thinking, I responded to her bobbing by thrusting up into her mouth. With her head still in my hands I started to fuck her—but I was fucking her mouth; my cock raked by her teeth as I filled her. Jacqui moaned as she sucked on my cock and squeezed my balls. She loved me, as I loved her—but this was animal lust we were showing one another: desire and lust.
I grabbed a handful of Jacqui’s hair and held her head as I pushed my cock into her mouth; my other hand grabbed her beautiful butt and gave it a squeeze. I squeezed hard enough that she seemed to gasp—at least as well as she could with her mouth full! Then I grabbed at her panties and pulled at them. I yanked so hard I heard the material tear. When I pulled one last time, they came off altogether in my hand, and she was naked but for stockings and heels.
“Oh God Jacqui, that feels amazing,” I rasped as my fingernails dug into her ass. She was sucking my cock, and her tongue was pressed against my shaft. My fingers found her pussy and I pushed two inside her—she was so hot, so wet. I was convinced she wanted me—desired me—with the same animal passion I was feeling for her. She looked up at me with her mouth full, eyes smiling but widened when I pushed my fingers back inside her. “Do you like that?” I whispered, “Do you?”
All she could do was groan and give a little nod. I pushed my fingers deeper inside her. “Do you like feeling my fingers in your cunt?”
She groaned her assent. My cock was throbbing, my heart beating fast, and my fingers slick with her juice. I wanted more. I wanted to give Jacqui what she wanted; more of this animal lust. My fingers slipped from her pussy and brushed against her asshole. Her mouth opened wide and she gasped; air rushing past my cock into her mouth. In all the times we had made love we had never even talked about anal; it had never come up. But that night was not a night for asking permission, for discussing limits; for pushing envelopes. I pushed my finger inside, feeling her asshole tight around my finger as it went one knuckle deep.
“And how about that?” I asked. “I bet you like that don’t you?”
She moaned her assent and I pushed my finger deeper, deep enough inside her so that my knuckles were pressed against the soft flesh of her ass. I felt her try to pull away; try to pull off my prick. She came up for air, “Oh God, Robert. Please—fuck me!”
I knew I would; I knew I must—but not yet. I slipped my finger from her ass. “Are you feeling dirty?”
She nodded.
“Are you my dirty girl tonight, my whore?”
“Oh yes,” she replied. “Yes. I want to be your whore. I’m all yours. You know I am.” As if to punctuate her statement she kissed the tip of my cock, then licked down along its length. She was driving me wild, insane with desire. I so wanted to have her, to take her. “I’m your whore Robert, your slut. Just take me. Show me I’m yours. Show me how you want me.” I felt the tip of her tongue teasing at my balls and it was my turn to groan. I grabbed at her ass, mauling her soft flesh as she teased me.
Jacqui was still kneeling next to me as I lay on her bed. I grabbed her waist and pulled her towards me, laying her across my lap. I could feel her breasts against my thighs. Whack! I spanked her ass. It stung my hand so I know it stung her too, and her body jerked. Whack! I spanked her again, and again her body jerked in reaction. That beautiful, near naked body. “You’re mine!” I whispered, “You’re my slut. What are you?”
“I’m,” Whack! “Your,” Whack! “Slut!” Whack! My cock was throbbing now, almost painful. I so wanted her—wanted Jacqui like never before. I slid my hand between her legs, one finger slipping between the velvet folds of her pussy.
“Your cunt is mine.” I growled.
“Oh yes. Yes it is.”
I pushed two fingers inside her. She was so wet, so hot, so willing. “Get on your knees, whore.”
She knelt up on the bed and I got behind her. I grabbed her waist and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her slit. Jacqui groaned. She wanted this as much as me. I held her waist tight and rammed forward, impaling her on my prick in a single movement. She squealed in surprise as I filled her. I felt her pussy tighten around me as it always did, but then I spanked her again and it tightened even more.
“Oh God, Robert.” She whispered. “You feel huge. Like you’re going to split me in two.” I slid my cock almost out of her then rammed it home again; grinding into her tight pussy. Leaning forward I grabbed her breast in my hand, twisting her nipple as I thrust again and again. She did feel tight and I felt huge. And I wanted her so badly. My thrusting accelerated and Jacqui pushed back against each thrust, anticipating them, and wanting every last inch of me inside her.
“Oh Robert,” she said, “Do something for me.”
“What?”
“Fuck my ass. No one has ever fucked my ass.”
I hadn’t ever fucked a girl in the ass before either. Michelle and I had tried once and she didn’t like it so we didn’t ever try again, but tonight I was more than ready to give Jacqui what she wanted!
I pulled out of her cunt and admired her butt. Oh God, she was beautiful! I couldn’t help but crush those beautiful cheeks in my hands, getting a whimper of pain from her; especially after the spanking from earlier.
My cock was still slick from her pussy juices as I spread her cheeks apart. I reached my fingers into her pussy, wetting them and at the same time getting squeals of pleasure from Jacqui. With my fingers wet with her juices, I rubbed them along her slit, making sure she was lubricated before placing my wet, slick cock at the entrance to her rosebud.
The sight of her bottom stretching out this wide for the first time was amazing, made even better knowing that it was my cock that was about to invade her. I put my cock at her entrance and didn’t warn her as I drove inside her, a little slow at first, then when I felt her resistance fade, I steadily drove deeper and deeper inside her. “Oh fuck!” Jacqui groaned as I pierced her. This was the first time for either of us and I was amazed at how tight and good it felt. Every inch by agonizing inch that I sunk closer to her core was another inch I felt encased by heaven itself.
Finally, I slammed my hips against her jiggly butt cheeks, and drained her of the ability to speak, due to the iron hard cock rammed into her. I still wasn’t being gentle with her; I was almost insanely wanting to possess her
Sharp squeaks were being forced from her as I abused her as roughly as I wanted to. I was sure she wasn’t enjoying it yet. Her squeals now were so different from the groans of pleasure from a few minutes ago. "Robert, go slower. Please!" she cried.
Her plea brought me down from my craziness. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was, so I slowed myself until I was slipping in and out of her tight butt easily; letting her finally get used to the size before I planted myself balls deep inside her bum.
Jacqui’s moans started sounding like the groans of pleasure that I had become used to as I slowly drove back in and out of her. She was facedown on the bed, trying to use the covers to muffle her groans of pleasure. I didn’t want anything muffled. I wanted everyone in this whorehouse to know we were fucking and fucking hard!
I realized that Jacqui was playing with her clit. "I'm close, I'm so close just don't fucking stop." She was whining in a high pitch, furiously rubbing her clit while I pumped her from behind.
With only seconds before I knew I couldn’t last any longer, Jacqui’s body started convulsing in a violent orgasm. She started screaming with pleasure, “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she screamed over and over again.
As she came, her ass squeezed around me so tightly that it felt like I might be trapped in this place of heaven forever!
I couldn’t hold myself back any longer and succumbed to the orgasm I had been trying desperately to withhold. Jacqui evidently felt it the second I blasted her insides with hot, gooey cum. She seemed to like it, based on the way she was grinding her hips back against me in an attempt to drain me.
I could barely hear her groans as they were deposited into the pillows, but I knew she was feeling as amazing as I was.
"Holy shit!" She mumbled, as both of us were spent and collapsed down onto the bed.
My animalistic urges from before had subsided now, and I didn’t want anything more than to love this girl who had given her all to me. I withdrew my limp cock from her ass and she rolled over facing me. “That was about the most incredible experience I’ve ever had,” she told me.
“It was, wasn’t it. Want to do it again?”
“Yes, but not for a while; I think I’m going to be a little sore there for a while.”
I kissed her, “I love you.”
Jacqui kind of purred as she snuggled into my chest and we both went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to see Jacqui splashing water on her face from the wash bowl on the counter. She was wearing my very favorite; nothing. Her naked body was so beautiful. She sauntered over to the bed, sitting down beside me, “Well, did you get your money’s worth last night?” as she snuck her hand under the blanket and wrapped it around my morning wood.
“Nope, not yet. Have plans for my very favorite whore the rest of the weekend.”
“Umm, I’m kind of hoping those plans start about now.” She pushed the covers off of me and started to climb over me. I let her straddle me and sink her wet pussy down onto me. Oh God, she felt good! She rested on top of me for a few minutes but as soon as she started to ride me up and down, I pushed her off and rolled her over onto her back. One thing I had learned since Michelle and I started our game last January was restraint, and how to keep that horny feeling alive, and right now that’s what I intended.
Jacqui smiled at me and said, “Umm, last night was fantastic. But I want to make love with you this morning.”
“I can tell. But we need to get up. I have plans for today and it involves you being horny as hell!”
“Ugh, sometimes I think I hate you! What kind of plans?”
“Not going to tell you yet. You’ll find out later. Right now, let’s find the shower and get cleaned up and dressed.”
The Silver Queen had installed a couple common showers off the hall, one for men and one for women. I slipped on a pair of boxers and peeked out. I didn’t see anyone in the hall so I snuck down to see if they were empty. The little signs on the doors said vacant so I went back and told Jacqui that now was the time to jump in the shower. We slipped on some shorts and shirt before venturing out in the hall. When I started to follow her into the women’s shower, she pushed me out, telling me “Unhunh, no fuck together, no shower together!” So I grudgingly showered by myself in the men’s shower. Not nearly as much fun!
After we had cleaned up and gotten dressed, Jacqui and I went downstairs looking for some breakfast. We had been late getting there the night before and hadn’t had a chance to explore to find a café. Fortunately, the Silver Queen did serve breakfast pretty much like they did in the old days. We had a choice of eggs, ham, bacon, fried taters and pancakes. It was all pretty darn good! When they gave us the check and it was time to go, my pretty young lady smiled at me and said, “I’ll pay, I think I can afford it now.” I guess she could; she had my thousand dollars stashed away in her purse!
After breakfast, we walked to the back of the room and admired the Silver Queen. It was an approximately 15’ high painting of a woman, dressed in a gown of 3,261 silver dollars and 28 twenty dollar gold coins. It was beautiful and fascinating.
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