Michelle's Sexuality Awakens

A few minutes later, she sent another text, "Are you sure? Can stay in room and come home tomorrow."

I was imagining how beautiful my wife was going to look greeting her old lover the first time. No way I could call a halt to this. It's Michelle's choice. If it didn't go well at dinner, she wouldn't need to do anything with him, except send him home. I texted her back, "I'm sure, your choice. I'm hard enough to split my pants thinking about you having fun later."

"OK, text me if you change your mind, he'll be here in about fifteen minutes."

I thought about Mike picking her up and had a thought, so sent Michelle another text, "Might be a good time to warm yourself up a little before he gets there."

"Warm myself up?"

"You know, touch yourself, make sure you're a little horny before he gets there."

"You're evil! Already plenty horny. But sounds like fun."

"Do it. Maybe even let him lick your fingers off when he gets there."

I sat down to watch television for the longest night of my life, at least since that night in Kodiak.

I didn't hear from her again until late that evening when she sent me a photo of her and Mike in a very swanky looking club. She was wearing the transparent blouse and bra. Just like in Kodiak, you could see everything, except much more pronounced since her breasts were so much fuller. Her skirt fit like a glove, ending about six inches above her knees. I presumed she was wearing the panties, since if she wasn't, she wouldn't be able to sit without showing off everything. Of course the dress is even shorter, so I didn't know which she'd decide to wear the panties with. She was so beautiful, I could hardly believe she was my wife. This was the first time I saw Mike and it wasn't hard to see what she had seen in him all those years ago. Mike was a very good looking guy, much better looking than I was I thought. He was probably about six inches taller than her, slim but muscular like he probably worked out, dark brown hair, and clean shaven. I could certainly see why she would have considered him to be so hot in college. Even from that one picture, I could tell he had style coming out his ears. Actually seeing her with him really brought back the jealousy I had felt that night in Kodiak, but that made it all the more thrilling. No way was she going to be able to say 'no' to this guy. She was going to fuck this guy.

At about a quarter after one in the morning, I got another text, "Last chance, going to the hotel with Mike, you still OK?."

This would be my last chance to stop what might be a life-changing event, Michelle is going to have sex with her old boyfriend. My insides were being eaten from my nervousness, after all this, do I really want my wife spending the night with another guy, making love to him over and over? I typed in "Give him everything, have fun and turn your phone off." I read it again and hit send. That will keep me from wondering all night if I should ask her to stop, I won't have any way to contact her. From now on, there's no turning back. In another few minutes, another guy is going to have his cock inside my wife for the first time in fifteen years.

I didn't hear anything more that night. I forgot the TV and spent most of the rest of the night writing this story, visualizing Mike and Michelle in bed together fucking. She had talked about how good the sex with Mike was. I wondered if it was better than with me. That's something I didn't have the courage to ask her, but I certainly thought about it. I couldn't help but close my eyes and imagine that good-looking guy ramming his cock into my wife. I wondered how they would do it the first time, doggy style, plain old missionary or if Mike was creative. I was so damn horny from thinking about her and Mike together. I wanted to pump myself and relieve the pressure in my cock so damn bad. This had become more than just our little game, this had become real. Michelle was probably fucking another guy after our fifteen years of wonderful marriage as I sat there.

I was so excited for her, she was out enjoying her sexy urges with my full approval. The later it got without another text from her, the more certain I was that she was in bed with Mike.

Saturday morning, I got a text from Michelle. "Danced until almost 1:00 AM. Was ready to murder you for that text you sent Mike. Finally went back to the hotel and fucked Mike's brains out the rest of the night! You were right, not much sleeping. I was in heaven! Thank you for the nightie. Mike liked. Postponed flight until tomorrow." That was followed immediately by another text. "Mike sucking on my nipple right now, feels soooo good. Gotta go." She actually did it last night. And, they're fucking right this minute, I thought. How damn hot is that!

Early afternoon I got another text. "Swimming in the hotel pool with Mike. Couldn't believe that swim suit you sent. Mike likes." Then, a picture of her and Mike snuggled together at the pool came in. The suit showed her exactly like I was hoping. She had apparently just been in the water and it clung to her like skin, showing her nipples like it wasn't even there. It clung to her, making her look like one of the Sports Illustrated body paint models. Where was the wet t-shirt competition when you needed one?

But, it wasn't the swimsuit or her nearly bare nipples that were catching my attention in this picture. Michelle and Mike had their arms wrapped around each other like a very loving couple and Michelle was looking up at Mike with a look of pure adoration on her face. I'm not sure what's going on here, but that look on her face was harder on me than all the texts in the world telling me how much she's enjoying fucking Mike.

After seeing that picture, I needed a distraction, so I called Michelle's parents and told them I was lonesome with her gone and asked if they would mind meeting me for lunch. We had a really nice time together, but that look on Michelle's face was still haunting me. When Michelle's mom asked me if I had heard from her, I told them, "Yeah, she called me this morning. She and her friend are having a great time." I didn't add the word 'fucking' to that sentence. I thought just possibly they might not understand what the heck was going on. We had definitely left them with the impression that she was visiting a female friend from college, rather than her old fuck buddy.

In the early evening Michelle sent me two more pictures. Apparently, she asked someone to take some pictures for her. The first was of her and Mike at the base of the Space Needle, apparently about to get into the elevator to the top. It looked like a nice, breezy February day in Seattle. Michelle had clearly abided by my rules on the bra, her nipples were standing at attention under her sweater, obviously braless! One thing she had added to her wardrobe though was a light jacket. Next picture was on the balcony at the top of the Space Needle, kissing like long time-lovers. The picture showed the skyline of Seattle at sunset in the background, with an older couple visible behind, looking directly at them. One of Mike's hands is inside her sweater, up on her back, pulling her tight to him. Michelle's arms are wrapped around Mike, her beautiful hair billowing around her in the breeze.

Michelle's pictures of her and Mike making out were really starting to get to me. I know that's what she went to Seattle for, and what I had encouraged her to do, but she wasn't making it easy on me. Seeing her with him in real life was a lot different than just fantasizing about them together. Especially, these pictures in public. As I mentioned before, Michelle and I never do anything more than a light kiss where someone might see us, and here she is practically making love to Mike right in front of another couple! I wasn't sure if she was trying to torment me or letting me know, that even as much fun as she was having, she was still thinking of me. Somehow, seeing my wife and Mike kissing, with Mike's hand so familiarly under her sweater out in public like this sent shivers through me so much more than the thought of her having sex with him did. But, every time she sends me one of these pictures, it makes me hard all over again. Maybe that's what she's hoping for. Whatever the reason is, I want her home and in our bed so bad!

That night, I got a text telling me where they were going for dinner and more dancing, along with a picture of Michelle in the dress I picked out, with Mike, arms wrapped around each other. She was looking up at Mike with a dreamy, 'I'm in love' kind of look. There was that look again, or maybe I was just imaging things. She was so beautiful! It was certainly obvious she was following the rule about only wearing the underwear one time. Since I only packed one bra, it was plainly obvious she wasn't wearing it under her dress. I could only presume the same to be true of the panties.

Oh, how I was looking forward to tomorrow night. I had deprived myself of sex with her for over three weeks now. I was envisioning when Alec had fucked her that first time so long ago and what it was going to be like to do the same with her, tomorrow night. I was looking forward to the frantic, hungry, no restraint fucking we've never had, but I've always dreamed of!

Sunday morning resulted in another text. "Mike fucked my brains out last night. Thank you for the other nightie. Mike liked."

Shortly after that, a selfie of Mike and Michelle, both naked, cuddling together in the hot tub, followed by another text, "Sex in hot tub is fantastic." Finally, the text I was hoping for and afraid I might not get, "Plane leaves at 5:00PM, In Pasco at 7:42." No hint though, at what her emotional state was going to be when she got home. Was she still mine? Was she coming home to tell me she was going back to Mike? I just didn't know and until I got a chance to talk to her, I was going to be a nervous wreck!

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The plane arrived on time, right at 7:45 PM. Fifteen minutes later, I saw Michelle walking down the lobby, wearing the leather skirt and sweater, no bra. She looked just as I had envisioned, like a goddess in a dream, so unbelievably beautiful. When she got to me, she wrapped herself around me and gave me one of the best, most emotional kisses of our lives. Obviously, her modesty toward public displays of affection had dissipated significantly over the weekend.

When she finally broke away from kissing me, she told me, "Honey, I love you so much. Tonight, our new life begins!" Those were the sweetest words I had ever heard! My wonderful wife was home and she was still mine. I had brought her wedding ring to the airport with me and slipped it back on her finger. I'm sure that the people in the terminal who were watching us kiss, then me putting the ring on her finger undoubtedly thought I was proposing to her after a long separation. That's almost how I felt too and the separation seemed a lot longer than two days. It had been the longest two days of my life!

When I got my emotions back in control a little bit, I couldn't help but to ask her very quietly, "Are there panties under that skirt?"

She smiled at me, "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you."

I wanted to get her into bed! She could start telling me about her weekend later. In the car, it was hard to keep my eyes on the road; I took my hand from the steering wheel and gave Michelle's thigh a squeeze. My hand moved slowly up her leg until I was sure; No, she wasn't wearing any panties. I just about lost control of my hard cock as I gently caressed my wife's pussy and she moaned, with her hand over mine pushing my fingers inside her.

As soon as we got home, we headed straight for the bedroom. Once the bedroom door was closed, we wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed. As passionately as Michelle and I have kissed in the past, I don't ever remember a kiss like this one. Our tongues were intertwined, Michelle was sucking on my bottom lip, I was in such a haze of desire and we kissed every inch of each other's faces. I pulled off her clothes and kissed the sweet skin underneath; her neck, shoulders, hips, belly, calves, knees thighs...

Michelle and I hadn't ever had rough sex before. But that night I was so horny and had to fuck her and fuck her hard. We couldn't get out of our clothes fast enough. When we finally were on the bed naked, Michelle was already so wet that I plunged into her, forcing out her gasps and moans as she seemed to love it. Her hips were thrusting into mine every bit as hard as I was thrusting into her, screaming, "Fuck me Robert, fuck me!" But she had not waited as long as me; she had been fucking Mike all weekend. I fucked her fast and slow, never letting her anticipate my thrusting. God how I loved the expression on her face as I rammed my cock deep inside her, or slipped every inch out...leaving her begging for me to fuck her. I tried desperately to take my time. This was so good I wanted it to last. I'd slip my cock out of her all together and finger fuck her for a while, or flick her clit with my tongue while I tried to recover my composure, but she just wanted my cock. It didn't take long after over three weeks of the most excruciating deprivation ever that I was coming inside her, the most intense orgasm I've ever had, with Michelle bucking and screaming under me.

After Michelle and I fucked and we were finally able to catch our breath and able to talk, I asked her to tell me about her trip. "Honey," she started, "I don't think you really want to know all the details. It didn't go exactly like you were expecting."

"How so? And, yes, I really do want to hear details, I need to know what you and Mike did, what you said to each other, mostly I'm curious to hear about your sex life in Seattle."

"Okay, but don't tell me I didn't warn you. I hope you still feel the same way after I tell you some of it."

"Honey, I love you, nothing is going to change that."

"You remember those two texts I sent you, Saturday and Sunday morning? The ones where I said Mike and I fucked each other all night long."

"How could I not remember?"

"To be honest, I sent those because I knew that's what you wanted to hear. Mike and I didn't fuck each other." She paused a moment then went on, "well there was once, after we went swimming Saturday."

"I don't understand. You never made love with Mike, except one time?"

"That's not what I said at all. I said we didn't fuck. To me, there's a difference between fucking and making love. You and I just fucked. And it was absolutely wonderful! But, what Mike did was make love to me. Remember in January, when I first told you about Mike and you asked when the last time I saw Mike was? I told you it was the night after our graduation, then I went to his place and it was the first time we had made love, rather than just having sex. That's how it was this trip, we made love... a lot... and it was almost always tender and loving. I think it's a bit ironic. You anticipate Mike and I fucking the whole weekend, but we make love. Then when I come home, I get fucked by my loving husband! I'm not complaining, just struck me as a bit funny."

"The first night, Mike came to the hotel to pick me up and met me in my room. I had touched myself like you asked right before and was so horny when he got there. I wanted to fuck when he first walked in the room and I saw how sexy he still is. Mike came in, looked at me and took me in his arms and kissed me. And, I kissed him back, just as hard. I had on the blouse and bra you sent and started to unbutton it when Mike stopped me and told me no, that could wait until later. God, I didn't want to wait, but Mike insisted."

"Then he took me to the Trinity Nightclub for dinner. We ordered a really nice seafood dinner, but neither of us was hungry, except for each other. We sat in the club and kissed, Mike put his hands on the inside of my thigh, up to my panties, but no higher. Honey, I can't even begin to tell you how bad I wanted him. I wanted his fingers inside me, I wanted his lips on my breasts, I wanted his mouth covering my pussy. It was all I could think about, that I wanted Mike to fuck me."

"After dinner, we sat in our booth doing a lot of talking, asking about each other. I know you didn't want me to mention our marriage, but it was really hard to avoid. We did a lot of kissing and dancing and the whole time we were there, I didn't want anything worse than to be fucked, just like you expected, but the only thing Mike would do was kiss me and hold me tight to him." Michelle lay beside me, eyes closed with a dreamy expression on her face, until she finally started again. "I was so afraid that you might send me a text asking me not to go through with it."

"The surprise came when we got back to the hotel. What I wanted and expected was a frantic session of fucking. But, Mike undressed me, then himself and lay down beside me, both of us naked. He kissed me, sucked on my breasts until I could hardly stand it. He kissed down my stomach to my pussy. Oh God, I was in heaven! I could only take that for a couple minutes and pushed him away, telling him that I wanted him inside me. I wanted to come with him inside me."

"Mike stopped, but still wouldn't fuck me. He told me that he had waited sixteen years and was going to savor every second." Then, her voice dropped to a whisper, "Mike told me that he loved me sixteen years ago and had never forgotten me, but didn't expect to ever see me again as he kissed me again. He made me feel so special and sexy!"

Oh God, I thought. This wasn't supposed to happen I thought they would just fuck like in college. But it made me so damn horny thinking about another guy wanting my wife and making love to her like that. "So, the chemistry was still there after all these years?"

"Oh yeah, many times over. So much more so than in college that it was unbelievable. When we finally got to the hotel I was literally shaking, I wanted Mike so bad. He was the hottest guy I knew in college, and has gotten even more so now."

"Then, he rolled over on top of me and made love to me. It was so much better than anything he and I did in college. He slowly pushed into me while he was kissing me, then we just stayed like that, neither of us wanting to move for the longest time. Then, Mike started to slowly slide in and out, going deeper inside me every time. Oh honey, I was in such heaven. He felt so good inside me. I never wanted it to end!" With that, she rolled over on top of me and slid herself down on me and rocked back and forth on me. I think she was with Mike again, making love with him, reliving that first time, but I couldn't believe how good she felt to me. "I was surprised how long we made love before we came, but when we did, it was together and was so incredible!"

Michelle was fueling jealousy and desire in me, both simply overwhelming. She and I were making love, she was sliding up and down on me and even after the huge orgasm I had earlier, Michelle's telling me about her and Mike brought me to another orgasm in just a couple minutes.

After we made love, Michelle snuggled in beside me and kissed me and told me, "Honey I enjoyed making love with Mike more than I ever imagined. But I want you to know that it's you I love and I'll never leave you." We held each other and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Michelle and I both had to go to work, so she had to postpone telling me any more about her weekend until later. Talk about a long day at work! I didn't get much done, daydreaming about what Michelle was going to be telling me tonight. One thing I knew for sure was that it would be hot!

The other little item I knew I had to talk to her about tonight kind of dampened my enthusiasm for the evening. I knew I needed to tell her about Jacqui. Michelle and I didn't keep secrets from each other. I didn't think so anyway, until she started telling me about Mike. But that was from before we were married. I wasn't sure how she was going to react when I told her how far we'd gone with Jacqui's modeling. Michelle hadn't ever given a hint that she would be OK with me kissing another woman sexually. I had pushed Michelle into going with Mike, she certainly hadn't encouraged me to do anything with Jacqui. In my mind they were totally unrelated and I was a guilty party.