Sharing my Wife: Our Next Adventure

In the last chapter (Sharing my Wife; My Date Continues), I described Michelle's two week vacation with Shaun in Las Vegas, then my weekend with Ginger. We'd both been stranded with our extra-curricular lover for an extra day due to a heavy snow storm.

When I arrived home after work that evening, Michelle was home waiting for me. We embraced and kissed much as we have for the last seventeen years. I was nearly desperate to kiss my wife after the pleasure I knew she'd had with Shaun. I needed to know she still loved me.

After all, it'd been sixteen days since we'd seen each other. We'd never been apart that long since that time she joined me in Kodiak after our wedding. This hadn't been any ordinary sixteen days either. She had been with her lover, the man I was starting to fear in erotic heaven, Las Vegas! Our kiss went on; hands groping, tongues intertwined, lips nibbling on lips and emotions raw.

I love my wife and my fear of losing her was real and raw. How can I explain that so much of the emotional turmoil I felt while she was gone has, almost, become a necessary part of my life? I hated it but I craved it. More and more, it's become a huge part of the sexual excitement I feel when she's with another man. Watching that video of Shaun and Michelle making love, then her expressing her love for him couldn't have been more frightening. Yet, nothing turned me on more than when she'd uttered those words, "I love you," to Shaun.

I digress. Michelle finally broke away from me, both of us breathing deeply and a bit ragged. Michelle asked me, "How was your date?" I remembered the pictures that I'd forgotten in the car, so I told her I needed to grab something from the car. I slogged back out through eighteen inches of snow to retrieve them and my other things

Michelle scrolled through the pictures, one by one, her smile revealing her emotions as she looked at the pictures of Ginger and me looking at each other with raw lust and then kissing. I told her those were nothing compared with the two nights we spent together making love. As she looked through them, she couldn't help but tell me, "She's so beautiful."

She asked me, "Do you have any more plans with her?"

Honesty is the best policy in a relationship like ours. "If I had my way, she'd move in with us. But I don't think Eric would approve. I'm leaving it up to her whether or not we can see each other or how much." I added, "I assume she's going to want to have a long discussion with Eric about the weekend." I couldn't help but smile, remembering our two nights. "I think I taught her a few new things. She's going to have fun with Eric."

Michelle looked through the pictures for a few minutes, then at me and said, "They're beautiful, she's so beautiful." Then she asked me, "How was the rest of the night?"

All I could think to tell her was, "It was perfect!"

I was almost afraid to ask Michelle about her and Shaun, but I had to know, "What about you and Shaun? When are you seeing him again?"

She looked at me, telling me in her sultriest voice, "Let's talk about Shaun later. Right now I want to make love with my husband."

That was an invitation I didn't need to hear twice! We were sitting on the couch and our lips found each other's once again. This time there was no pretense that either of us had any intention of stopping. We fumbled with clothes, Michelle pushing herself up off the couch enough to push down her skirt and panties while I unbuttoned her blouse. When her blouse was gone, I pulled her bra down to claim a rock hard nipple in my mouth.

My hand gravitated down to her sex where I discovered how wet she already was. My cock was throbbing, aching for release when my wife found the zipper and pulled it down and unsnapped my pants. Oh God! Her hand felt so good around me while my fingers were exploring the inside of her, remembering the joys of her wet pussy. Both of us were humping and groaning, the vision of that video running through my brain.

Michelle pulled away from me and turned, resting her arms against the back of the couch and opening her legs for me. We hadn't fucked on the couch like this for I have no idea how long. That picture of Michelle impaled on Shaun's cock flashed through my mind and I buried myself inside her. Michelle gasped and pushed her hips back into me. I plunged into her again and again. I didn't even realize it at the time, but thought about it later, how glad I was that I'd been with Ginger just the night before. Otherwise, with the intensity of our fucking, I'd have undoubtedly come with my cock's first contact with Michelle's pussy.

Michelle screamed and I felt her pussy contracting around me while her body shuddered. Once again, the brief thought of her clamping herself around Shaun's cock like this over the previous two weeks made me explode inside her. It seemed to go on forever, one ejaculation after another until my sweaty body completely gave out and my bones turned into mush.

When I recovered my breath enough to think, I noticed it for the first time. There on her right hip, just at her panty-line was a tattoo. Michelle hadn't ever expressed any interest in a tattoo before. It was a small, colorful butterfly on a tulip.

She saw me looking at it, "Do you like it?"

To be honest, I did. I thought it was beautiful on her. "Yeah, I love it. What made you think of having that done?"

"We were in Vegas. I wanted a souvenir and it seemed a lot nicer and longer lasting than a mug." Then she went on, "You haven't noticed my other souvenir yet?"

"Umm, no, what?"

"My ankle, notice anything?"

There on her left ankle was a little silver chain with a heart emblem on it. "Do you notice anything different about it?"

I looked at it. It was pretty, there was a colored rose engraved into the heart but I didn't see anything particularly unique. I'd read enough stories on Lush to have an idea what the significance probably is.

"The clasp. Do you see the clasp?"

I looked at the chain. I didn't see a clasp. It appeared to be a solid chain. I looked at her quizzically, "How?"

"The chain is welded. I can't take it off. The ring holding the heart is welded too. I had the jeweler weld them in place so it wouldn't come off."

The significance of that wasn't lost on me. My wife intended to be a hot-wife and stay that way. She'd definitely brought home some souvenirs from Las Vegas, proof of the change in our relationship over the last two years. Michelle was announcing to anyone who understood the significance of that ankle bracelet, "Michelle Fields is a hot-wife and proud of it!"

One thing I was a little confused about, "How do you put on your panty hose if you can't take it off?"

"I guess I won't. When I need nylons, I'll wear thigh-highs."

"Mmm, they're sexier anyway, nice and lacy at the top where guys can get a glimpse when you wear the right skirt."

After dinner, we went to bed and made love again. We kissed softly with my hand caressing one of her nipples and boob. I could feel the thud of her heartbeat through her chest. I moved my lips down over her breast and sucked a nipple into my mouth, feeling it stiffen and listening to Michelle's moans as I sucked.

As I suckled her breast, my hand moved slowly down her stomach, pausing briefly to play with her belly button, then down to the smooth skin of her shaved pussy lips. I couldn't help but wonder how many times Shaun had done this very thing to her over the last two weeks. Thinking of his fingers inside her pussy only heightened my own arousal. I wondered if Michelle was thinking about me or Shaun as she softly moaned when I discovered how wet she was.

I pressed a finger inside her, causing her hips to buck up to meet me, then another. She was so hot that I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled out my fingers, rolled over onto her and pushed my cock inside her hot, wet pussy lips. I relished the exquisite feel of her as I pushed myself fully inside her and stayed there, both of us gently rolling our hips while we kissed.

There's no way I can ever get enough of her kisses when I'm buried inside her like I was. My thoughts of Shaun making love to her had totally evaporated as I was in a sea of bliss. My hands went to her face, caressing every pore of her beautiful face while we kissed and made love.

I felt her pussy gently clinching around me and was so close to coming that I had to pull out of her completely momentarily. Thank goodness we'd fucked only a little while earlier or it would have been too late. As it was, Michelle sighed and reached down to push my cock back inside her, engulfing me with her hotness once again. This time I slowly moved in and out of her until I felt her shudder and her pussy spasm. I pushed as far inside her as I could and matched her climax with my own.

We fell asleep in each other's arms for the first time in over two weeks. It was a sleep of deep satisfaction. My wife was home!

Over the next several days, the snow gradually melted turning the roads into slippery, sloppy messes. It was harder to get around than right after the snow. The semi-melted slush would partially freeze at night, then melt again during the day. Road crews worked continually on the roads but there was so much of it that it was almost impossible to manage. The storm drains were mostly plugged with snow and ice so the crud just built up in the curb and back in the streets where it froze during the night.

The road conditions made the entire week slow at work, giving me time to think about what our life had become. Michelle and I had become members of a swinging lifestyle and that bracelet made it clear that this was only the beginning. I'd wondered before where our path might lead us and I wondered anew, what was in our future? It seemed such a short time ago that we were a normal, monogamous couple.

The following Saturday night was our square dance club's Christmas dance. We bought a couple little gifts for the exchange; an M&M machine with a big bag of peanut M&M's from Costco and a pie making kit with a nice ceramic pie plate. Michelle had a green skirt for the dance and found a red, satin blouse at D&B Ranch Supply. I love it when she wears satin or silk to a square dance with so many men putting their arms around her and feeling how sexy she is. I wore my green shirt with a red tie to match her.

I was thrilled when Eric and Ginger arrived at the dance. I'd been afraid that Eric would want to avoid us after I'd slept with Ginger those two nights. To the contrary, when they saw us on the other side of the room, they made a beeline and Ginger threw her arms around me for a big hug. Michelle and Eric hugged as well, but not quite so exuberantly. I kept hoping that Michelle and Eric would fall for each other and have a little fling. The only time I'd mentioned it, Michelle told me that she simply wasn't particularly attracted to Eric romantically.

I wanted to talk to Ginger, but as soon as they got there, Jim started the music for the first tip. As if she was reading my mind, Michelle grabbed Eric's hand and led him to a square. Ginger and I made our way to another. We danced the evening, trading off partners, including the single ladies.

Halfway through the dance, we had our gift exchange. Santa handed out gifts to all the couples, the ladies sat on his lap, flirting to get the best present. It all seemed so normal. Everything in our life seemed normal the last few days. Then I'd glance at Michelle and see that anklet permanently welded around her ankle and realize any semblance of normalcy was just an illusion.

Nothing of any consequence happened during the dance. When it was over we simply went home. I never did get an opportunity to be alone with Ginger to talk to her about any future we might have between us. I'd been pleased and encouraged that Eric was friendly as before. He was pleasant and we were still good friends. I didn't know if I was imagining things or not, but he seemed a little different somehow, maybe a little less passive and more confident. Whatever it was, Michelle seemed to enjoy being around him a bit more than she had before, which pleased me.

My illusion of normalcy was shattered again Sunday morning after breakfast. I'd made sourdough corn fritters, an occasional treat. After the dishes were done, Michelle told me that Shaun had asked if she could come over for the day and that night. I told her it was fine with me, that I hoped she'd enjoy herself. I knew she would. She's told me that whenever she's at his house, most of their time is spent in the bedroom.

It really wasn't fine with me. I was lonesome that afternoon. I took my kindle and went out for dinner at Burger King. It wasn't crowded so I was content to sit in a booth and read for a couple hours. I knew that Ben Boswell was nearing completion on the sequel to his book, "Two Sides of Terri," so I wanted to re-read it before the sequel. It's one of my favorite stories in that the plot is so similar to our real life experiences.

Michelle came home from work Monday evening and the rest of our week was the epitome of domesticity. We finished getting ready for Christmas, putting up and decorating our tree, decorating the house and putting our presents under the tree.

Every Christmas Day, we spend part of the day with my parents, then hers or vise-versa. Christmas Eve is always our own special time together to open gifts and simply be together. I dug to the back of the tree and retrieved Michelle's three gifts for her to open, the largest one first. I'd hardly been able to contain myself, anxious for her to unwrap the dress and other things I'd bought for her in Pendleton. Her face was worth the wait when she opened the box, seeing the dress and holding it out to look at. "Oh my God! It's so beautiful!" Her hands were shaking from excitement when she held it over her body. "I love it! Thank you," as she gave me a big, wet, sloppy kiss. I couldn't have been more pleased!

The second package was the jewelry and the third the moccasins. I'd started to worry about the moccasins but they arrived on the twenty-third. I opened the box and they were beautiful, colored and beaded just exactly to match the dress. Michelle was ecstatic with her gifts and so was I!

Michelle beamed when I opened my gift from her, a set of matching, hand-made stone bolo tie and belt buckle. They were beautiful. She knew I'd been looking for a tie for a long time and found this set in Las Vegas, far surpassing anything I'd been expecting.

Our lovemaking that night was anything but ordinary. In reality, it was the best present either of us could give to the other. It expressed our love and commitment like no material gift ever could.

That's not to say we didn't enjoy showing them off to our families the next day. We had a wonderful Christmas Day, although not nearly as wonderful as Christmas Eve had been. Once again, our life almost seemed normal again.

New Year's Eve, our square dance club always has a dance and game night. Michelle's dress and moccasins weren't intended for square dancing but she couldn't resist wearing them that night. I wore my best turquoise colored shirt and my new bolo and buckle. Everyone at the dance complimented Michelle over and over again on her dress and several people asked where she'd found the bolo. They'd actually come from a western store in Casper, Wyoming that she'd found on-line.

We danced the first couple hours, then played games. No, you perverted readers! NOT strip poker (although I'd have loved to). We'd taken our Clue game and others took different games as well as cards. By the time midnight finally approached, there were six couples left, including me and Michelle, Eric and Ginger, Jim and Joan and three others. Since we knew it'd be a relatively small dance, we had it in Jim and Joan's house.

I'd noticed Eric and Michelle doing a lot of subtle flirting with each other all evening, touching hands slightly under the table during our Clue games, winking when one or the other would give a right or wrong answer, along with other little flirtations. I doubted anyone else noticed or paid any attention since flirting wasn't unusual at our dances. This was a little unique for the two of them however.

Right before the stroke of midnight on Fox News, we all got a glass of hard cider. As the Times Square ball dropped we all took our drink and yelled "Happy New Year." Then we each kissed our spouses and turned to the people standing nearest for a kiss. Since Michelle and I were standing next to Eric and Ginger naturally, we turned to them. I looked Ginger in the eye, realizing this would be our first kiss since those two nights of passion in Pendleton. Our lips met and welded together. I wanted so badly to press my tongue into her mouth but knew this wasn't the place or time for the kind of kiss I wanted. I did however, feel Ginger's tongue gently caressing my lips.

I knew we had to break our kiss or we'd both go far beyond the bounds of an acceptable "New Year's Kiss". When we both looked over at our spouses, their kiss seemed just as intense as ours had nearly become. I poked my wife in the ribs to get her attention before the others in the room realized there was something happening other than a simple kiss. It definitely seemed the chemistry between Eric and Michelle had shifted considerably.

On our way home, I asked Michelle if she'd like to go anywhere else first, like possibly the Honey Bunzz? I couldn't help but think how sexy it'd be to watch my wife taking that beautiful dress off, showing her tattoo off for the first time in front of a roomful of horny men. She hadn't been back there since she got home from Las Vegas.

I was disappointed when she told me, "No, I want to go home."

As soon as we walked through our front door, Michelle took my hand and led me into our bedroom. When we got there, she turned and locked her lips to mine at the same time as she fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I didn't know what had gotten into her, but I liked it! She was literally shaking and practically ripped my shirt off, then my jeans and boxers. She had me rock hard, in her mouth and in her throat in a matter of seconds. Her hands were around my hips pulling my cock deep into her mouth and whimpering like a lost puppy dog. The vision of this beautiful woman in that gorgeous dress with my cock deep in her throat nearly made me come. I had to pull away from her and pull her up off her knees to unbutton the back of her dress.

"Hurry up, dammit!" She spat out at me. I was mystified at what happened that evening to put her into the kind of sex mood she was in, but I certainly wasn't going to complain about it. That dress was too nice to tear, even under these kind of circumstances so I methodically, with my hands shaking, unbuttoned each button and slid it down off of her. She pushed her thong down, stepped out of it and pushed me back onto the bed where she climbed on top of me and sunk her pussy down over my cock. She hadn't even had time to take off her bra. Her eyes closed and she whimpered the words, "Oh God, Eric, that feels so good!"

Eric! This was about Eric, mild-mannered Eric? It took me just a moment to rationalize that, realizing how she'd flirted with him all evening and then that kiss at midnight. I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth and responded, "Oh Michelle, I've been wanting this for so long, fuck me!"

I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me, grinding my hips up into her while she pressed down on me. I was hard, big as ever and fucked my wife as she fucked "Eric", hard! Michelle was moaning and occasionally whimpering out Eric's name as she fucked me, slamming herself down, grinding then pulling herself back up repeating the process over and over.

When I felt her pussy spasm and her body shuddering, I couldn't hold back a second longer and exploded inside her with string after string of cum deep inside her. After we'd both collapsed and her sweaty body fell on me, her cheek against mine, I managed to reach behind and unsnap her bra.