Michelle's Cruise Ch. 03

When the music ended, I took her hand, leading her back toward the man she'd been living with for the last month. On the way, before we were close enough for Brett to hear, Michelle told me, "He doesn't want to learn to square dance. How can I stay with a man who doesn't square dance?" We both broke out in giggles but had them under control by the time we reached Brett.

"Your lady is a beautiful dancer and a beautiful woman," I told him. "You're a lucky man." Michelle sat down on the chair next to him and he very possessively kissed her on the lips.

I asked Kristen if she'd like to dance, and when she got up, and we'd moved away from our table, I told her, "Thank you." She smiled and understood what had just happened, squeezing me tightly to her. We kissed on the dance floor, not to convince Brett that we were girlfriend-boyfriend, but because we knew then that we were. I felt free once again, for the first time in the last month and a half. I put my emotions into that kiss, and Kristen returned them as well. We moved on the dance floor, oblivious to those around us, our lips locked together in a soul-wrenching kiss. My emotions overflowed for this woman who had been instrumental in returning my life to me, and I felt at that moment that I truly loved her.

When we finally broke apart, Kristen looked at me and said, "Wow! I hope when we get back to Brett's, we can finish what we just started."

We sat the next one out, talking about nonconsequential things. Then I asked Kristen if she'd like to dance a little more. We shuffled out onto the dance floor and proceeded to make out like a couple of teens.

We danced, talked and made out with our respective dates a little while longer. When the band took a break a little after one, Brett asked if we were ready to go and we all agreed so he called his driver and asked for him to pick us up.

We got in the back of his stretch hummer, the same as we had on the way there, Michelle and Brett on one seat; and Kristen and I on the other, facing them. As soon as we sat down, Michelle started making out with Brett, kissing him and running her hand over his crotch and trying to wrap her body around his.

Brett's hands were all over Michelle, one hand under her skirt on her butt, pushing her skirt up exposing her thong panties. Michelle and Brett were both moaning incoherently. Watching my wife with this man, after my not being with her for so long, was having a major impact on my libido. I couldn't treat Kristen like Brett was treating Michelle, but we were definitely kissing and feeling each other through our clothes. Unlike Michelle, Kristen was wearing a bra under her dress. I massaged and pinched her breast through her dress and bra getting a sharp intake of breath from her and renewed vigor in our kisses.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Michelle slipped to the floor between Brett's thighs and her shaking fingers unzipped his slacks letting his cock spring out free. She looked up into his eyes as her tongue started to flick the tip of his cock where a drop of pre-cum had started to form. Brett had closed his eyes and had his hands on her head trying to push her down but she was resisting, only barely touching him with the tip of her tongue. Kristen and I broke away from our own embrace to watch.

I couldn't take my eyes away as my beautiful, blonde wife teased another man, gently kissing the very tip of his cock and running her lips up under him to slather the skin of his balls with her tongue. One of Michelle's hands wrapped around his cock and the other went between her own legs. She tortured the poor man (and me!) with her tongue, lips, and hand until her lips finally wrapped around the head of his cock and she gradually, sucked more and more of him into her mouth. At the same time, she was rubbing herself under her thong.

She sucked him in and out of her mouth, each time pushing him in a little deeper until he was well into her throat and her lips were tight to his balls. Brett was moaning and squirming, trying to push himself deeper into her mouth. Michelle had his entire length down her throat and I saw her lips start to move around the base of him, squeezing and letting up, her cheeks hollowing and filling, driving the man crazy. Her eyes were open looking up into Brett's contorted face and his hands were embroiled in her hair trying to pull Michelle's face tighter to his balls. When his hands balled tighter in her hair and he was obviously right at his orgasm, Michelle opened her mouth totally and backed away from him, leaving his cock wet with her saliva. He must have grown at least two inches inside her mouth. Brett groaned aloud, "Ahh, please don't stop, so close, you're torturing me!" He was literally begging her to finish him.

Michelle didn't say anything, just scooted herself back up with her knees on each side of him over his lap to kiss him again, then whispered just loud enough so Kristen and I could hear her, "I want to feel your cum inside me. It feels so good." I don't think there's anything she could have said to set me off more than that. My cock was so hard inside my slacks that it hurt. I wanted my wife so damn badly and she knew it! I knew she'd done this intentionally because I couldn't do a damn thing about it and it'd drive me completely out of my mind with lust!

I realized this was a special torture I'd created for myself. I had no one else to blame, and if I had it to do over again? If we could just erase the last couple years to make the pain I was feeling at that moment go away? No way in hell would I do that! Watching my wife at that moment was the most exquisite torture on earth!

Brett groaned, nearly crying with his frustration, "Sweetheart, I can do it more than once."

"I know, but I want all of you inside me. You know how much I love feeling you cum in me."

Brett was fumbling with the straps on Michelle's dress, trying to pull it off her shoulders but obviously getting frustrated with how tight it was. When he realized he couldn't get her dress down, he simply wrapped his lips around her breast over the thin fabric. I've always loved how sensitive Michelle's nipples are, and now with Brett's lips on her, she wrapped her hands around his head to pull him tight to her and moaned her approval while her hips dry-humped against him. I don't think she even remembered there was anyone else in the car with them.

Oh God, she was killing me! I've seen Michelle make love with other men several times, but it had never been like this. Like I said, Michelle and I haven't been intimate for over two months. I haven't even seen her for the last month! Watching her lips wrapping around Brett's cock had already driven me nearly out of my mind. I felt almost nauseous with jealousy. My hands were shaking when I gripped Kristen's hand to steady myself a little, and I felt like there wasn't a breath of air inside that hummer. The pain of watching my wife writhing with this other man was almost more than I was able to stand.

I wanted to reach over and pull them apart, but more than anything I wanted to see Brett's lips sucking on Michelle's naked boob, and watch her slip her hot pussy lips down over Brett's cock. I wanted to see my wife's face when Brett spewed his hot cum deep inside her even worse than I wanted to fuck her myself! That conflict between jealousy and excitement hadn't ever been so raw inside me...not even close! I knew what she'd told me earlier, that she was going to tell Brett Monday that she was going home, but her actions certainly seemed in conflict with her words. I realized I still wasn't sure and it was nearly eating me alive...at the same time it was feeding my frenzy of excitement watching her with him.

Brett's lips were still wrapped around my wife's nipple when It became obvious that Michelle couldn't take any more. She reached down, pulled her panties to the side with one hand while the other held his cock straight up and in one swift motion slipped herself all the way down to his waist impaling herself with his long, thick cock so they were pelvis to pelvis and emitting a long drawn out, "Ahhh, so good!" She took the sides of his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers in a kiss filled with passion and lust. It was that moment when the driver stopped at the front door.

Michelle pulled herself up and plunged back down several times, each time she ground herself down hard onto him and they both moaned their pleasure into each other's mouth. After perhaps a minute or two of my agony watching my wife fucking Brett, she pulled herself off his cock, wet and slick with her juices, and pulled him out of the car. Brett was attempting to put himself back together while they ran toward the house like a couple horny teenagers hurrying to their hotel room.

I knew what Michelle told me just an hour or so earlier, but what my eyes were seeing told a different story. Was she being honest or simply telling me what she knew I'd wanted to hear? Until she was home with me, I wouldn't know for certain. Until I'd seen her impale herself on Brett's cock in front of us I didn't question what she said. Now I wasn't so certain anymore.

Our room was just past the master bedroom. Apparently, Michelle and Brett hadn't had time to close the door as it was wide open when we hurried by it. I couldn't help but peek inside. Michelle and Brett were kissing, and he was just lifting the hem of her dress up past her abdomen, revealing her tiny red thong. I wanted to linger and see him lift it completely off her nearly naked body, but Kristen's hand was in mine and she hadn't realized what was happening and was gently tugging on my hand so I followed her into our room.

I'd intended to gradually seduce Kristen and make love with her after we got home. But after the entire day and evening of frustration, what we'd just witnessed in the car, along with the knowledge of what was happening next door, there was no possibility of "gradual". When we got into our room, we tore at each other's clothes and I marveled at how beautiful a fifty-year-old body could be when Kristen was naked. She was on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed and I was inside her, pumping furiously. Kristen was rocking back and forth, groaning and obviously just as turned on as I was.

After the eroticism from the day and it being the first time with Kristen, we had one of the best fucks I ever remembered having! I bellowed out my orgasm as I started pumping cum inside her pulling her tightly to me, and apparently, the feeling of my cum inside her was the straw that broke through Kristen's wall as well. Her body shuddered and she literally cried tears while her pussy clamped down on me making my orgasm even more intense.

When I was thoroughly drained dry, I fell onto the floor, flat on my back and Kristen slumped down on the bed. After managing to catch my breath, I managed to squeak out, "I think you killed me! I'm dead and gone to heaven."

Kristen laughed slightly and said, "I hope so, I'm dead too!"

We both lay, trying to return to the living. I managed to sit up and tell her, "I didn't intend to do that. I was going to seduce you and make love with you like a proper boyfriend."

She took my hand, pulling me onto the bed with her and replied, "I think you did exactly what a proper boyfriend should do to his lady. You can seduce me later." Then she added, "I hadn't had sex with anyone for the last several months and definitely never like that! I think the men I know are too intimidated by a successful woman."

Kristen and I lay in bed listening to the screams and moans coming from the master bedroom. Clearly, Brett's stamina was better than mine or they were doing it a 2nd or 3rd time already. Just as clearly, my wife was enjoying him. I knew the door was open and thought about stepping out into the hall and watching. Then when Kristen kissed me I decided to stay where I was, listening and enjoying the lady I was with.

I hadn't yet tasted her boobs so made the executive decision that now was as good a time as any to see if her nipple tasted as delectable as it looked. I scooted down and took one in my mouth and rolled it between my lips eliciting a very nice moan from Kristen. I felt her hands combing through my hair and pulling me in tighter to her as I nibbled. She may have been in her early 50's, but her breasts were still nice and firm. They were small but still a nice mouthful. Obviously, her nipple was very sensitive as she moaned while I sucked.

My cock started to grow again as I left her nipple and we pulled our bodies tightly together and kissed. This was much more of what I'd anticipated our lovemaking would be like; hands roaming over naked bodies exploring each other for the first time, passionate kisses and lips on various body parts. She sucked on my nipple, which I rarely have the luxury of feeling. I told her, "I'm enjoying being your boyfriend." Kristen grunted her agreement while her mouth was exploring my body.

When she'd nibbled and teased my body to the point where I couldn't stand it any longer, I rolled her over on her back and pushed my cock inside her. Kristen moaned out, "Oh God, that feels good!" She wrapped her legs around me and we made love over the next ten minutes or so, gradually building up our erotic passion.

Toward the end, I was pushing into her with long, hard thrusts and Kristen was imploring me to fuck her harder. I was only too happy to oblige.

When we'd finished and I'd had another mind blowing orgasm with Kristen, I couldn't help but wonder why Brett and Kristen hadn't hit it off with each other. She and I certainly had!

When we were laying together, spooning with my arms around her and fingers lightly circling her nipple, Kristen asked me, "Did you get a chance to talk to her?"

"I did. She's telling him Monday that she's coming home at the end of the week."

Kristen took my hand and pulled it to her mouth, kissing the tips of my fingers. "Good."

I expected something more, but the next thing I knew, her hand relaxed and I heard her breathing deep, sound asleep.

In the morning I woke up alone in bed. I got up, took a quick shower, dressed and went downstairs to the dining room where Kristen and Brett were sitting at the table having a cup of coffee and visiting. I sat down next to Kristen and kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning sleepyhead," she told me. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

I'm not really much of a coffee drinker, don't particularly like the taste of it, but it seemed the sociable thing to do to have a cup. "Yes, please, that'd be great, thank you."

Brett told me, "We were just talking about her new plant in St Louis. You were one of the architects?"

I didn't really want to talk too much about my "architectural" background since I didn't have any. Especially about Kristen's new building. She'd told me enough about it to help, but very much conversation about it was sure to be a giveaway. "Yeah, it was a fun building to work on." Then I grinned at Kristen and took her hand in mine, "The client was especially fun."

"You're sweet. You made it fun for me too." I thought that was a clever way to veer away from any specifics that might clue Brett into the fact that I hardly knew a thing about it.

Just then, Michelle came down the stairs wearing a silky robe that just came to her mid-thigh. It was obvious she wasn't wearing anything under it on top, as it was pretty much open showing her cleavage and down about to her waist where it was tied.Brett beamed when he saw her and she seemed to beam back just as brightly. "Good morning my sweet," he said.

She walked into the room and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a big kiss on the lips. "Mmm, thank you," he told her.

"You're welcome, and thank you for last night, it was wonderful."

He grinned back at her, "It was, wasn't it? It was even better because I'm madly in love with you."

My wife's smile spread across her face, and she kissed him again before telling him, "Mmm, I think I love you too."

She kissed him again, but this time a little harder, and running her hands through his hair. Brett's hands were running up and down her back. I was willing him to pull her robe a little further apart, but Michelle's breasts were pressed so tight against his chest that it would hardly be able to move.

Brett pulled away from her and told her, "Careful, I might have to take you back to bed."

Michelle put her hands under his shirt, running them up and down on his chest, She literally purred in her sexiest voice, "Yes, but later. First I need to fix our guests some breakfast."

'Our' guests. The way she said that caught my instant attention. It wasn't 'your' guests, it was 'our' guests. She said it like this had become her home as well. I've said before that the danger of losing my wife to another man was like adrenaline to my lust. Right then, I felt like I'd been mainlined and was in serious danger of coming completely unhinged.

I could tell that none of this was staged for me. They were simply too comfortable with each other, and it appeared too much in love. I also know her well enough to understand she doesn't say that unless she means it. I knew what she'd told me the night before while we were dancing, that she was coming home to me at the end of the week, but my doubts started to spring up again. I desperately wanted to get a chance to have a long conversation with her in private. It didn't look like it was probably going to happen since my flight left in four hours and we had to leave to get there a couple hours early.

Michelle scooted off of Brett's lap and walked into the kitchen. I watched her briefly, then pretended to turn my attention back to Brett. Maybe if I couldn't talk to Michelle, I could surreptitiously to him. "Kristen tells me you're not married. How is it that a guy like you stays single?"

"I was until a few years ago, but since then haven't found the right girl." He looked in at my wife slicing some ham in the kitchen. "Until now that is." He nodded toward Michelle, "I think I've found the perfect woman. I just have to convince her."

Well, I thought, that's told me quite a bit. He knows she's still not his. Or at least, he's still not sure. Of course, I wasn't sure either. I followed his gaze toward my wife and was somewhat amazed. At home, breakfast has always been my meal to cook. Here, this sexy woman was busily at work in another man's kitchen, looking perfectly at home fixing breakfast for "their" guests.

Brett turned the conversation back to me. "What about you? You're a good looking, successful guy. Why aren't you married?" Before I could answer, he looked over toward Kristen and went on, "You could never do better than the beautiful lady you're seeing now."

Kristen and I both flushed a little at his comment. She squeezed my hand, kissed me on the lips and said, "I've been trying to entrap him." I couldn't help but think that either she's an outstanding actress or there was more to that statement than I realized. I knew that if I was really single, it'd be hard to resist her charms for long. In just one weekend, I'd come to like her...a lot!

Michelle was gently humming a tune out loud in the kitchen as she worked. She only did that when she was really, really happy. I couldn't help but wonder what that meant. Watching her, and still hoping that robe would spring open a little more around her chest, I nearly forgot what we'd been talking about. Apparently, Brett noticed and said, "She is beautiful isn't she."

He'd brought me back from my reverie, so I told him, "Yes she is. But I think I may have found my woman right here." I kissed Kristen again, this time a little more passionately. I hated "Using" her like I was, but she seemed to be into it as much as I was. Besides, I wasn't so sure how much I was using her or simply responding to her like any red-blooded male would.