Prelude to a Cruise

Michelle called me a little after noon and said she was on her way home. I asked her how the dance was, and she said she’d tell me about it when she got home.

I’d been anxious ever since she left the day before. Today was the first day of our forced abstinence and if she had a seriously sexy story to tell me, I knew that I was in grave trouble already. It had been five days since we made love and I was already seriously horny. I had no clue in hell how I was going to survive the next thirty days with her, then another thirty days, knowing she was with Brett.

Michelle got home a little past four that afternoon. When she drove into our driveway, I went outside to meet her. I opened the door for her, and she scooted out of the car. It was obvious she’d taken the instructions from Brett seriously. She didn’t hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. She was wearing a silky top that showed the outline of her breasts and nipples and a skirt just above her knees. God, she looked sexy! When she stood up, I started to take her in my arms and kiss her. She pushed me away with the words, “Honey, we can’t do that.” She wouldn’t even let me kiss her on the cheek.

That night was the first of our forced abstinence. Brett was explicit, he wanted her to think she was his over the next month and be desperately horny. He hadn’t said that in so many words, but it was pretty easy to ascertain from his requirements.

Shortly after she got home, she said she was really hungry, so we went out to dinner at the Olive Garden, and Michelle attracted looks everywhere she went. I wanted her so damn badly but knew we were off-limits to each other. Nothing in the contract said I couldn’t tell her how much I loved her, though. It was hard saying those words and not taking her hand in mine and intertwining our fingers together. During dinner, I asked Michelle about the dance. “I enjoyed it,” she said. “I guess it was a pretty typical dorm dance. We danced some, and Jeremy enjoyed showing me off to his friends.” She told me she had fun playing pool like she used to in college.

“I didn’t know you played pool in college,” I told her.

“Yeah, when I used to go with Mike, we played quite a bit. I was actually pretty good.”

I was a little surprised. That was the first time she’d ever mentioned playing pool in college. I imagined that being with a college crowd had probably brought back a lot of memories.

“Did you win?” I asked her.

“I won some and lost some, but I was pretty good. It’s been so long since I played that most of the skill I did have was gone.”

“Nothing else happened?” I asked her. I couldn’t believe that she hadn’t at least taken Jeremy back to her room.

“Not much. Jeremy wanted to go to my room with me, but I told him I’d been sick the last few days and was just too tired. I talked him into dancing with several of the girls his own age, and he enjoyed that. That was my goal with Jeremy anyway, so it turned out okay.”

“Are you going to write about it, like you did his first date?”

She told me, “There’s not a lot to write about, but I guess I could. It might be a little boring.”

I wondered if there was something she wasn’t telling me. It doesn’t seem like she’d have driven all the way to Seattle for what sounded like a pretty dull dance. I guessed she didn’t know how it’d turn out, and I did know she was still acting pretty tired even when she left. I hoped then that she would write about it, though.

We got home a little after ten, and Michelle said she was tired after driving all afternoon. I went to bed, and Michelle joined me just a few minutes later wearing her satin pajama-gown and nothing else. That’s the one similar to what Ginger wore the night we were snowed in, in Pendleton. We’d always made love whenever she wore that gown. I knew it would be hard lying next to her and not make love with her.

She told me, “I have to buy some new nighties tomorrow. I haven’t had a chance to yet.” I’d forgotten about that. Michelle’s contract said she was supposed to wear new nightgowns every night; new sexy nightgowns. I wondered, did he really expect her to buy thirty new nightgowns? He asked for the receipts to reimburse her, so I guessed he was serious. I had no idea how the hell I was going to handle that, being as horny as I already was!

I lay next to her, our hips barely touching and my cock raging hard in my shorts. I’d almost forgotten how much worse you want something when you know you can’t have it. When Michelle and I withheld sex from each other those three weeks before her date with Mike, it was on our own terms. We could’ve broken that vow of abstinence if we wanted to badly enough. This was going to be completely different since it was entirely out of our hands.

I knew that if we cheated and made love together, that Brett would never know it. Michelle and I would, though. She’d given her word and that was important to both of us.

Sunday, Michelle insisted I go shopping with her in the mall. She dragged me to Victoria’s Secret first. Michelle went through their nightgowns, holding the ones she liked up to her body to get my opinion. Given that Brett’s purpose was to make her horny for the next month added to the fun. My cock was rock hard the whole time, thinking of her wearing a new nightie every night. She bought eight of the sexiest ones she found.

After Victoria’s Secret, we went to the Bon-Marche, Penney’s, Maurice’s and some other stores, repeating the same process. At the end of the day, she’d bought thirty of the sexiest nighties in the mall. Some were short and satiny; several of the nicest were silk; some had bikini or thong panties that she likely wouldn’t be wearing; and some were long, soft and flowing. The one thing they all had in common, was that they were sexy! She didn’t scrimp on quality or pay any attention to how expensive they were since she knew we’d be reimbursed for them all. Her only criteria was that they had to be sexy. All together, they set our credit card back over two-thousand dollars.

The next couple weeks turned into a private hell for me! All I could think about was making love with my wife. She made it a point to be sexy every day and wore another one of those sexy nightgowns every night. We followed the rules religiously, never touching, never kissing, never making love. It was difficult for me, but much harder for my dear wife since she was the one constantly wearing the sexy clothes. We were a couple that had come to thrive on sex and physical contact. Now it was all being deprived of us, while at the same time Michelle was dressing to drive both of us mad.

Thank God she wasn’t working. I don’t think her law office would have approved of her sexy clothing.

Two and a half weeks into our forced torture, Michelle told me at dinner that she had a surprise for me. I looked at her quizzically, wondering what she was talking about. “You have a date Friday. She’s a girl I met at work. We had been having lunches together, and she mentioned her lack of a love life after her husband passed away last year. I told her a little bit about our open relationship and asked if she’d consider a date with my husband.”

“You what?” I stammered. I was looking at this unknown woman with my wide eyes.

“Well, I didn’t actually make a date for you, but she said she’d love to.”

This reminded me of the time my darling wife tricked me into spending a night with Jackie. “Hmm,” I thought, “That hadn’t turned out so badly.” But then saner thoughts took over. I didn’t really want another relationship. “Honey, I really don’t want to. You’re all I need.”

My wife is nothing if not persuasive, and she couldn’t help but throw a guilt trip on me. “Sweetie, I’m going to be gone with another man for a month. I’m going to be having a good time, and I don’t want to worry about you here by yourself the whole time. Please go out with her just once, and if you don’t like her I won’t say another word.” Then she went on, “But I know you’ll love her. She’s fun and pretty.” Then she added with a smile on her face, “And she’s horny, and I know you are too!” She was damn right about that last part!

That was one thing I could certainly relate to at the moment! Every day, living and sleeping with a sex goddess and not being able to do a thing about it had left me with a raging hard-on, almost constantly. My mind hadn’t yet focused on what should have been obvious at the time; could it be that Michelle was fixing me up with another woman in case she didn’t come home?

When we went to bed that night, Michelle wore the very sexiest of all the gowns she’d bought. It was a short, silk baby-doll that was really similar to the silk negligee she’d worn on our wedding night, except it was new, which added to its sex appeal considerably. It fit her perfectly, outlining every contour of her voluptuous body. It was a night that I was, mind-blowingly, horny. She modeled it for me and ordered me to take off my shorts to sleep naked with her. Then she climbed into bed with me, slid over so her hips were against mine and forced us both to lie next to each other without touching, except for our hips. All this to convince me that I needed to go on a date with this girl she knew.

Her body, all that soft skin, and her wonderful curves were just begging to be fondled. I lay next to her, nearly in tears wanting her so badly. I wanted so much to go to sleep and escape the torture of lying next to my sexy wife, unable to touch her. I don’t know if I might have dozed, but if so, it was damn little.

In the morning, I called Diana, her friend. I introduced myself as Michelle’s husband and asked her if she’d be free the coming Friday night. I needed some intimate female companionship! When she answered the phone, she had a very sweet sounding, feminine voice and told me she’d love to have dinner with me.

I’d have loved to call Ginger and spend the night with her, but I respected her’s and Eric’s decision that they’d need to initiate any fun and games between us. I couldn’t help but day-dream of the three nights I’d spent with her, though.

Michelle was thrilled that I’d gotten up the courage to call Diana. She knew that my shyness around the opposite sex was deep rooted. Even though I’d had several very sexually charged times with a few ladies the last couple years and had come to realize that I was at least somewhat attractive to women, it was still a major milestone for me to call a woman I hadn’t even met and ask her for a date.

Michelle kept reassuring me that our deal with Brett wasn’t intended to leave me a raging mass of uncontrollable hormones, only her. She really did want me to have a fun evening with Diana, then an even more enjoyable night!

Friday I was a nervous wreck all day. The closest I’d ever come to doing something like this was with Jackie. But at least I knew her a little bit, and she’d been the one who had encouraged our beginning relationship. This, with Diana, was a totally blind date. Michelle had steadfastly refused to tell me anything about Diana except her name and that she was fun and horny. Nothing about her appearance, her age, her boob size, did she shave “down there,” Nothing!

It had been a slow day at work, so I left a half-hour early, giving me plenty time to get ready for our date. When I got home, I looked around the house for Michelle. I found her sitting cross-legged in the middle of our bed looking out our sliding door, talking to someone on her cell phone. I don’t think she even realized I was home yet.

She was giggling, and I heard her say, “Uh huh, I had fun too. It was quite a night wasn’t it?” I was curious what she was talking about, so I simply stood and eavesdropped, listening to her side of the conversation. “Did you go back to see her? Cool. She’s pretty, isn’t she? I hope she likes your kissable lips as much as I do.”

I’m not going to try and relate the whole conversation I heard, but you get the general idea. I got the definite impression that she was talking to Jeremy about a new girlfriend since her last date with him. It also sounded like a lot more might have happened on that date than Michelle had told me about.

My curiosity and suspicions were getting stronger when I went in and sat down on the bed beside her. She turned and greeted me, “Oh hi honey, you’re a little early this afternoon.” Then back to the phone, “Jeremy, hon, Robert just got home so I have to go.” Another giggle, “You too, bye.”

When she clicked off her phone, I asked her what that was about, “Oh, Jeremy was just telling me that he has a girlfriend. I’m tickled to death about that.”

“And the ‘kissable lips’ part? You never mentioned his kissable lips after you got home the other day.”

“Didn’t I? Well, he does, really nice soft lips, just the kind that a girl likes to kiss.”

I had a thought, an evil thought. “I bet they felt good on your nipples too.”

She closed her eyes and groaned a little like she was off in la-la land. “Mmhmm.”

Aha, I’d gotten her! “I thought you said nothing happened? His lips wrapped around your boobs isn’t exactly ‘nothing happened’.”

Michelle’s face turned red, realizing that she’d given herself away. “Maybe I did leave a little bit out,” she told me.

I looked her in the eyes, “Only a little?”

She groaned and squeaked out, “Maybe…a lot?”

“You sound like you’re asking me. Do you want to tell me about it now?”

“Honey, I do want to tell you everything, but can it wait for another time?”

“You made love with him, didn’t you?”

She nodded, “Uhuh.”

“More than once?” Her face was getting redder. She nodded up and down again. “More than twice?” I asked. Another affirmative nod. “Three?” Still affirmative. This was getting into the realm of incredible. “Four?” Finally, a negative nod. I wasn’t certain exactly what she’d just told me. “So you made love with him over and over. Was it three times or four times?” She held up four fingers.

I know what you’re thinking when you read this, I should be mad. She’d lied to me. In all honesty, I did start to get angry, until she cut me off, “Honey, what would you have done that night if I’d come home and told you all about how I’d made love with Jeremy over and over again? We couldn’t do anything that night, and it would have driven you completely mad hearing about it. I planned to tell you everything but at a better time.” Then she corrected herself a little. “Actually, I guess it was only three times. Once was with another girl at the party.”

This was actually getting more interesting by the minute. “I thought you said you didn’t do anything with another girl.”

“Oh no, not me. One of the times I was thinking of was Jeremy with another girl.”

“You mean bashful, shy Jeremy did it with another girl?”

“Well, just kissing, but they were both naked.”

This was getting more interesting by the second and any anger that had started had already totally dissipated. “Now you’re telling me that your Jeremy, the scared kid we met, only three weeks ago, was kissing another girl…while they were both naked?”

She paused a little while before she answered. Obviously, there were parts of the story she didn’t want to tell me, but she finally did. “Uhuh, we were playing strip poker, with two other couples.”

That one caught me by surprise! I’ve always wanted to play it with her and some other people, but she’s always declined. “And what about my sweet, innocent wife, was she naked too?”

An affirmative nod. “Well, it was ‘strip’ poker,” she told me.

I raised my eyelashes at her, that this story was getting more incredible by the second. “Did you have sex with another guy besides Jeremy?” A negative nod.

I couldn’t help but ask, “With another girl?”

“NO! just with Jeremy.” Then she added, very softly, more to herself than to me, “I guess I did give a guy a pretty damn good blow-job…I guess maybe that could count as me having sex with another guy once.”

Ah shit! My cock was about to burst! I counted back in time. It had been over three weeks since I’d had sex and this conversation was affecting me exactly how she said it would. It had seemed like pulling teeth to get any details from her, so I just bluntly asked, “Anything else happen that I should know about?”

She shook her head no, but then added, “Well not unless you’d count Jeremy fucking the hell out of me on the floor in front of the other two couples…doggy style.”

I looked at her ape-jawed and about choked myself to death! “Unless I’d count that?” I sputtered, “Well yeah, I’d think that’s a tiny bit significant!” I was thinking that I really didn’t need that image in my mind on my first date with Diana that night.

Her face turned a bright beet red, “One more little thing, there’s a, uh, video of it.”

It was a damned good thing I didn’t have a drink of something in my mouth, it’d have been spread all over the room. She waited for my explosion to calm down. It took a bit before I quit sputtering. “A video! That someone else took?”

“Uhuh, I didn’t know he was.” She paused a bit, “I was kind of pre-occupied.” Yeah, I thought I’m sure she undoubtedly was! “He sent it to Jeremy’s phone later.”

I finally calmed myself down enough to ask, “And the other three times? What about those?”

“Those were in my hotel room. We were still a tiny bit turned on.”

I muttered under my breath, mostly to myself in disbelief, “Still a tiny bit turned on.”

Michelle added, “Well, we had dinner at Shari’s in-between, but it didn’t calm us down much, especially after Tanner sent the video to Jeremy’s phone.”

I rolled my eyes, “I bet you put on a pretty good show for them at Shari’s too.”

“I’m pretty sure the waitress was jealous and horny by the time we left.” She giggled, “Actually, I was certain she was after we let her watch the video.”

As much as I didn’t want to, I knew we had to end this conversation. I did have a date that night I didn’t want to be late for.

Michelle helped me get ready, picked out clothes for me, gave me encouragement that Diana would like me and so on. Much the same as she had before my first date with Jackie, except for one thing. On that occasion, she left a ring of lipstick around my cock, telling me, “Leave it, maybe it’ll inspire her.” This time, as badly as I wanted it, there was no ring of lipstick.

There was no kiss or hug as I left the house. We hadn’t even hugged for nearly three weeks. Virtually our only physical contact had been hips touching in bed. I desperately craved physical, female contact. Then Michelle tells me about her playing strip poker, fucking Jeremy in front of other people, then several more times in her hotel, and I’m going on a date with a horny girl I’ve never even met. Thanks, Michelle, just what I needed tonight!

I remembered that I’d bought Jackie some flowers when I picked her up the first time and how much she’d liked that. I stopped at a florist shop and picked out a bunch of tulips and a nice vase. The sales girl filled the vase with water and Styrofoam, then created a beautiful bouquet from the tulips. I hoped Diana would like it.

I drove to the address Michelle had given me and very nervously walked to the door. I stood in front of it wondering if I should turn tail and run. I took a deep breath, gripped my vase of flowers and pushed the doorbell.

I heard footsteps coming to the door, the doorknob turning, the door swinging open. There on the other side of the door was a gorgeous, young woman. The first thing I noticed was her pixie like face, very pretty; a small nose; dimples on her cheek; pretty, colorful, wire rim glasses. The next thing I noticed was that she’s short, maybe 5’2″ or 5’3″. Then her face erupted in a smile.

Her smile was contagious. I couldn’t help but like her already. “Hi Diana, I’m Robert.” I handed her the vase of tulips. She took the flowers in one hand and my hand with the other, leading me into her home.

“Thank you, I love Tulips. How did you know?”

I decided honesty would be the best policy. “I didn’t. I wanted something pretty for you and I thought they were beautiful.” Then she kissed me on my cheek. Her perfume smelled heavenly. She’d already put me at ease, relieving much of my nervousness. My initial reaction to her was that she seemed to be a fun, very happy person.

I asked her if she’d like to accompany me to dinner and she said she’d love to. I followed her to my car, admittedly admiring the view. She had a very nice, feminine figure. She was wearing a pair of slacks and a purple blouse to contrast with her fair complexion and wavy, shoulder-length, brown hair.

I opened the car door, letting her slide in. As I walked to my side of the car, I tried to figure out how old she might be. I suspected she was pretty close to my age, maybe a few years younger, the mid to late thirties probably.

I took her to my favorite restaurant, the Black Angus. We had a fantastic meal and I loved talking with her. She told me about her husband, how he’d passed away a little over a year ago from cancer. I found it amazing that after such a tragedy she was such a happy person.

I asked her about that. She told me, “Before he died, he told me he wanted me to enjoy my life. I could either feel sorry for myself or do what he’d asked. Yes, I miss him, but I’d rather honor him by enjoying life.”

What a brave, fantastic person I was sitting with, I thought. Everything she said made me like her more. Then she changed the subject, “Did Michelle tell you I’m a pilot?”

“You mean an airplane pilot? No, she didn’t. Are you serious? What kind of plane?”

“I have a little two-seat Super Piper Cub. Would you like a ride sometime?”

I couldn’t help but grin. One of my biggest fantasies has always been to fly in a small plane. “I’d absolutely love it. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Is tomorrow too soon? I’d love to take you up.”

My grin gave me away. I was thrilled and couldn’t wait. “I’m free, you name the time.”

“How about if you meet me at my house around eight. It’s so beautiful in the sky at sunset.”

“Can I take you to dinner again? Maybe pick you up at six?”

Now it was her turn to grin, “Sounds like a plan.”

We spent the rest of the evening talking about various things. She told me how she came to have the pilot’s license, something she’d always wanted to do. She said her husband had talked her into taking the lessons a few years ago, and she’s enjoyed flying ever since. She bought the plane with her insurance money as a final gift from her husband.

I was more than impressed at what an independent woman Diana was. When Michelle had told me that Diana was someone she’d met through work, she hadn’t told me, that Diana actually owned her own auditing business. She has four employees, including three other auditors and her office manager.

We weren’t sitting in Trisha’s section, but Trisha had seen me and stopped at our table in a brief lull. I introduced Trisha to Diana, explaining to Diana that she was a long-time friend. Trisha said she and her husband had gone back together and thanked me and Michelle for prompting her to reach back out to him. I’d already heard that and told her how happy we both were for her. I think our conversation impressed Diana as she asked me how we’d helped her.

“I don’t know. I guess maybe just showing her that she could put her problems with him in the right perspective and to help her to realize she still loved him.”

It actually did feel pretty good that between Jacqui, Michelle and me, we’d helped bring a couple back together. Trisha and I had a lot of fun together, including finding out about her flying kitty-cat (a series of dreams she revealed when she’d been hypnotized at the Main Street show of the Pendleton Round-Up, then again that night in our hotel room). I liked her a lot and was happy for her.

We sat in the Black Angus talking until shortly after their closing at eleven. Then we sat in the car and continued talking and learning about each other. We held hands, but I didn’t want to go further than that until we got to know each other more. Jacqui and I had slept together on our first date, then went through a dating process. Yes, I definitely wanted to sleep with Diana but wanted to do it in the right order and when she was ready.

We realized it was past midnight, and I drove her back to her house. At her front door, she didn’t invite me in but told me what a wonderful evening she had. I told her I had too. Before I left she kissed me on the lips. Her lips were soft and pliant and I felt just the littlest bit of her tongue tickling my lips. When she broke away, she seemed to make me a very nice promise, “Tomorrow,” she said. I told her how much I was looking forward to seeing her again.

My heels felt like clicking together as I walked back to my car. I liked this girl a lot and knew it would be very easy to fall for her.

I drove slowly toward home, making a few detours along the way and didn’t get home until nearly one AM. I couldn’t have been more pleased with my first blind date.

Michelle was still up, waiting for me. I wasn’t sure why, since I knew she expected me to spend the night with Diana. As soon as I walked in, she asked me, “Well, how’d it go? Did you like her?”

I grinned at my Michelle, “It was fantastic! You were right, she’s a wonderful girl.”

She patted the couch next to her, “Well, sit down and tell me about it.”

“Let’s go to bed first.” When she exited the bathroom wearing another one of her new nighties, I had to close my eyes for a little bit and gather my strength for what I was about to do. She looked so damned sexy and I was so damned horny! That kiss from Diana hadn’t helped calm my libido either. Oh, how I wanted to take Michelle into my arms and make mad, passionate love with her!

Usually, when we related our stories to each other, we did it while we were making love, adding immeasurably to our sexual excitement.

“Diana and I had so much fun. We went to the Black Angus and sat in one of the back booths where we had privacy. We slid as far back as we could and I kissed her. Her lips are so silky soft. She kissed me back as eagerly as I was kissing her.” I paused a little bit to let that picture soak into Michelle’s mind. I watched as Michelle’s tongue sexily caressed her lips. It was obvious how badly she wanted me to kiss her like I’d allegedly kissed Diana.

I thought that at least the part about Diana’s lips being so soft was the truth. I was already hard but my thoughts about those lips were making me even harder and difficult to breathe. It brought back memories of the time at the Black Angus when I was there with Michelle and Shaun. Trisha had interrupted a passionate kiss between them. I couldn’t help but smile, as I remembered explaining to Trisha that I was Michelle’s husband and Shaun was her boyfriend.

I went on, stretching the truth a little more to Michelle, “When the waiter brought our dinner, we couldn’t take our eyes off each other. The only thing I wanted was to get back to her house.” I watched Michelle starting to rub her hands on her hips and gyrate them slightly while she softly moaned.

“When we finally finished dinner and drove back to Diana’s, we didn’t make it past her couch until we were fumbling with our clothes and kissing.” I moaned, partly for effect and partly because the story I was telling was turning me on too. “When Diana unhooked her bra, and I took her perfect nipples in my mouth I thought I was going to die young. Her skin is so soft and my hands were all over her.”

“Remember that first time you and Shaun made love; how you told me your started stripping as soon as you were in his house, and he was inside you almost before you were on the bed? That’s how it was with me and Diana. God, honey it felt so good when I slipped inside her.”

Michelle had pushed her panties down off of her and had spread her legs apart with her hand going between her legs when I stopped her. She was writhing and moaning incoherently when I held her hand from touching herself.

I went on with my little tale, “I could tell when Diana’s orgasm hit her. It was her first time with a man in a year, and she’s definitely a screamer.”

Michelle’s hips were writhing, and her head was rolling back and forth as she moaned. I held her hands so she couldn’t touch herself. She finally said something understandable, “Honey, please let me come, just once!”

I wanted to let her do that so badly, with my cock buried deep inside her! Her moans were getting louder, and I was afraid she might come without a single touch to her pussy. “Did you know Diana is a pilot and owns her own airplane?”

“What? No, Oh God!” I was still holding Michelle’s hands away from her so she couldn’t even rub her hips like she’d been doing earlier.

“She’s going to take me up tomorrow after I take her to dinner again. Oh, by the way, everything I just told you … none of it happened. We just talked the whole evening.”

Michelle’s eyes popped open and she looked straight at me, “You bastard! You did that on purpose.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yep I did. And it was so much fun. Now go to sleep.”

The next morning Michelle was a little cool to me. I was in the kitchen with my morning ice tea reading my kindle when she came in wearing the same nightgown. Her hair was a mess, no makeup, no panties. God, she was sexy! She went to the refrigerator for the milk, then poured herself a bowl of vanilla almond cereal without even looking at me.

She finally looked at me and I was pleased to see a smile start across her face. “I have to admit that last night was kind of fun. You’re pretty convincing with your stories you know.”

“She really is a pilot and has a plane, a Piper Cub. You didn’t know that?”

“No, she never mentioned it to me.”

Watching my wife dressed like she was made having a normal conversation with her very difficult. My cock started to get hard again in my boxers. Naturally, Michelle noticed, “Looks like someone’s starting to wake up this morning.”

“Yeah, it’s kind hard not to, the way you’re dressed.”

She made it a point to look down at me and licked her lips, making an intentional smacking noise. “I know how I could help you. But you know about the no-touching rule.”

Now the teasing was definitely on the other foot. “I think I better get dressed.”

I got up and was walking down the hall to our bedroom when I heard Michelle behind me, “I’m just going to wear this for a while. I’m so comfortable.”

Oh, how I was looking forward to my date with Diana that evening! My wife was driving me to total distraction.

It was a nice, warm day and the grass was getting tall, so I figured what better way to kill some time and use up a little energy than mowing the lawn. I pulled the mower out of the garage and started with the front yard. When I moved to the back, the view was a little distracting. Michelle had changed into one of her string bikinis and was sunning herself on our back deck.

I finished a little after two and joined Michelle with a glass of ice tea and a tuna fish sandwich she’d made. It was a little hard to avert my eyes from her sexy body and she enjoyed me looking (leering was more accurate). I didn’t even try to disguise my lust. She asked about my date that evening and I told her we’re going to dinner, then Diana’s taking me up in her plane.

“And after that?”

“I’m hoping she’ll invite me in. If so, I might not make it home tonight.”

“You liked her then, huh?”

“Yeah, I think I could learn to like her a lot. She’s amazing. How anyone can be as fun-loving and happy after losing her husband only a year ago is incredible.”

“She’s never told me very much about her husband.”

“Apparently, before he died, he told her he wanted her to enjoy the rest of her life, so she’s determined to do it.”

“I’m glad. I really like her and I was sure you would too.”

“I guess I have to tell you, thank you for the blind date.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll enjoy my cruise that much more knowing you’re with someone nice.” Then she added, “If you’re not coming home tonight, I think I’ll spend the night with Shaun.”

I squinted my eyes at her a little bit, “I’m not certain about spending the night, but I don’t mind if you go to Shaun’s. Does he know about the ‘no touching’ rule? You know he’s going to try to make love with you, don’t you? Can you be trusted with him?”

“Yes dear, I can be trusted.”

“You weren’t very trustworthy last night, were you?”

“That’s because you were intentionally torturing me!”

“And Shaun’s going to be intentionally trying to make love with you. Can you stop him when you’re going to want it as bad or worse?”

“Sweetheart, I know I can’t make love with him.”

“Okay, I trust you. What are you going to wear with him?”

“I have clothes there, and I’ll take one of the new nighties.”

I couldn’t help but notice her nipples getting harder under her bikini. “I want to pick one out for you to wear with him.”

I went to the drawer where she was keeping the new ones she hadn’t worn yet. Just handling them was driving me crazy. There was one, in particular, I was looking for, one of the ones I especially liked from Victoria’s Secret. It was another baby doll; satin, but with a lacy, totally transparent bodice and little bikini panties. She’s not supposed to wear panties, but this would be even sexier if she did.

I knew that Shaun would be driven completely to distraction, and he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her. Likewise, Michelle would be completely out of her mind with wanting Shaun. I held it out to her, “That’s the one. If you go to Shaun’s, I want you to wear this one.”

“And while Shaun and I are suffering, you’ll be fucking my friend. Okay, that’s fair.”

“Nothing fair about it. You said yourself that this isn’t about me, it’s about making you as horny as possible. I’m just trying to do what you said. Besides, you’re the one who insisted I go out with Diana. When you’re in bed with Shaun, I want you to be thinking about what Diana and I are doing.”

Michelle sighed, “Okay, I’ll wear it.”

“Good, now that that’s settled, if it’s okay with Diana, I’ll send you some pictures, maybe even a video tonight.”

I couldn’t help but egg her a little, after what she’d done to me when she was with Shaun in Las Vegas. I got slugged on my arm, just for trying to be helpful! The girl has no sense of justice. She got up and went in the house, shaking that sexy ass at me.

I followed behind her, admiring the view with my cock already hard from the conversation we’d just been having. I thought I needed to needle her just a little more, “Umm sweetheart, don’t forget there’s also a no panties, no bra rule when you go out with him?”

She turned, getting a sexy smile on her face. In her best stripper pose, she slipped her hands under the strings of her bikini and pushed it down off her hips. Then she reached behind her and pulled the little knot holding her top in place. Her top dropped away leaving my gorgeous wife standing in front of me, legs spread wide, totally naked, sucking on her fingers. “Do you think Brett will enjoy the view when we’re in his room getting ready for bed?” She asked me.

There’s no need to elaborate on how my mind and body responded to that. I think you get the idea. I couldn’t help but tell her, “And I hope Shaun gets the same view tonight.”

Later that afternoon, Michelle left for Shaun’s. She said they were going out to dinner at the Branding Iron Night Club. We’ve never been there, but I checked their facebook page and they were having a country western singer for entertainment.

I talked her into wearing one of the western outfits she’d bought for a long weekend with Shaun shortly after they started seeing each other. It was a short leather skirt and red silk blouse. It was sexy as hell, but about ten times more so with no underwear.

Michelle hadn’t seen her lover in almost two weeks and hadn’t had any sex for almost four weeks. Now she was going to a nightclub with him wearing extremely sexy clothes, then back to his house to sleep with him in one of her sexiest nighties…and they couldn’t touch each other. How damn yummy can you get!

Either one of two things was going to happen; she’d be awake and miserably horny all night, or would give in and have an explosive orgasm. Either way, I was anxious to hear about her night. I really hoped she’d keep her word and save the explosive orgasm for Brett, which I was about ninety-five percent certain she’d do.

Besides, I was looking forward to tormenting her for the next week and a half. I was hoping that after sleeping with Diana, my carnal urges would be at least somewhat mollified, leaving me free to happily torture my wife.

After Michelle left, I got myself ready for my date with Diana. I had no idea what kind of restaurant she wanted to go so decided to dress for the plane trip, a simple pair of slacks and one of my favorite satiny shirts. I love the feel of a woman’s hand on that shirt, and I was hoping to feel Diana’s hands on it later.

When I met her at her house, I was again taken aback by her big smile. Diana isn’t beautiful like my Michelle, but she’s very pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way. She was wearing a simple pair of slacks and a loose-fitting top that didn’t reveal any details about her figure. She suggested she drive since she knew where the airport was and had an excellent restaurant in mind where she’d been wanting to go for quite some time.

The McDonald’s drive-thru wasn’t exactly what I presumed she had in mind, but I couldn’t help but laugh a little when she pulled up to the speaker and asked me what I wanted. We ordered and drove to Riverfront Park on the Columbia River. She found a secluded spot to park, and we sat in the car eating our dinner and talking.

Diana told me more about her husband, Phil, and how he’d become ill with brain cancer. After it was diagnosed, the doctor told them he likely only had a few months left. She told me that after the initial shock and tears, they talked for hours and hours about what he wanted for her after he was gone. She said she’s never talked to anyone about that time in their life before. I felt pretty honored that she trusted me with such an intimate and painful part of her life.

I learned she was the youngest of her family, she has an older brother and sister’ and that she was raised in Moses Lake; her mom was an elementary school teacher, now retired, and her dad is an auditor. She told me she and her husband were so engrossed in their businesses that they hadn’t had the initiative for a baby, and how much she regretted that decision now.

I told her I’d never met anyone like her either. I couldn’t help but think that someone who’s had such a recent heartbreak and was now so happy is a unique person. The more I got to know about her, the more I liked the sound of her name, Diana.

Speaking of happy, Diana finally drove us to the airport and we walked to her plane. To say I was impressed is a monumental understatement! Her plane was beautiful, white with fiery red striping on the body and wings and polished to a gleam. From the look on Diana’s face, I could tell how proud she was of it. I thought she might kiss it!

“Every time I see this, I think of Phil. He gave it to me,” she explained. Diana untethered the straps that held the wings down, then opened the door on one side and gestured for me to climb in. I did so and she climbed in on the other side, then went through her pre-flight checklist one by one, including making sure both of us were belted in. She enumerated them and voiced each one out loud, but I was excited and can’t remember them. When she was ready, she hit the starter button and her engine came to life. She looked over at me with a smile on her face and commented, “Isn’t that a sweet sound!”

I gave her a thumbs-up, and she gave it a little throttle. We started to move, rolling to the end of a runway. After a short pause, she pushed the throttle forward throwing us back against the seats. It seemed only a tiny way until it lifted off the runway, and we were actually flying! We gained elevation pretty quickly until she leveled it off and let off the throttle a little. It made a huge difference as we could now talk and hear each other.

She told me that she listened to the radio just in case, but didn’t need to communicate with the big airport’s tower unless something happened. I was fascinated and loved looking down on the town I’d lived in for so long but had never seen from above. It’s funny how you can see things you have seen before, but see them for the first time in a new light, like how all the streets interconnected with each other. She flew us over both our houses so I could see it from above, then she started North.

I was loving it! I’d never dreamed that flying could be so much fun. Well, actually I had, but it was only in my imagination before. Now I was experiencing the real thing, and it was every bit as much fun as I’d hoped it’d be, even more. I remember watching the flying scene in “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad World,” with the cars below driving about double the speed of the old airplane, but this certainly wasn’t like that. We were zipping past the cars.

Diana told me some of the details of her plane, but I was so engrossed in the scenery and excitement that I don’t remember a word of what she said about it, other than her excitement and love for her plane and flying. We flew for about an hour North, over Dry Falls. Michelle and I had been there a few years before. It’s where the ancient ice age Missoula floods had washed out a gigantic waterfall area about four times bigger and over twice as deep as Niagara. She flew down lower so we could see the tiny trickle of a stream in the bottom with people fishing. Even all the water that flows over Niagara wouldn’t make much more than a trickle. During the flooding when it was formed, it was completely under water, not much more than a ripple in the giant flow.

The floods were a result of ice dams during the last ice age, in what’s now Montana, that built up over forty to fifty year periods, then broke. They’ve estimated that the water flow would have been equal to approximately ten times the flow of all the world’s rivers combined. It’s truly fascinating. Look up Dry Falls, Washington on Google. Seeing it from the air was magnificent!

She turned around and we went home over a different route, past Moses Lake and the potholes areas. That’s where the floods gouged out little potholes up to a mile or so in diameter and several hundred feet deep. Still, they were tiny in comparison to Dry Falls.

On the way home, she asked me if I’d like to fly her plane. I looked at her a little askance and she assured me it’d be okay. She showed me how to control the plane and let me use the wheel (not really a wheel but I don’t know for sure how to describe it). It was incredibly exciting! I banked one way then the other several times, flying higher and lower over and over again. I could certainly understand why Diana was so excited about her flying.

When she decided it was time to return to the airport, she took the control away from me. Darn, I wanted to land it!

Maybe it was just as well I didn’t. It did look a bit more complicated than going up and down or back and forth. Plus the minor fact that with her doing it, we’d actually survive. After we landed and rolled to a stop at her little garage area she shut down the engine and went through another checklist that was embedded in her mind. She said she’d come out the next day and re-fuel it.

Diana was quiet on our way back to her house. Her house was beautiful. It’s two stories with a big yard in one of the nicer neighborhoods of Richland set fairly high on a hill where it overlooks the town and the Columbia River. She has a big picture window in her living room with a magnificent view of the river. I could tell she was nervous, definitely not the confident woman she’d been in her plane a short while ago.

She showed me her kitchen and asked if I’d like something to drink. I told her I’m not much of a drinker, but maybe a glass of ice tea would be good if she had it. She laughed a little and said, “I think I have something better than that.” She went to the kitchen and poured some vodka, orange juice and ice into her blender. “It’s whipped cream vodka. Mixed like this, it tastes like the Dixie cup orange ice cream we used to get when we were kids.”

It actually did taste good and just like she said, like the mixed orange ice cream. We sat on her couch, at opposite ends. Her hands were shaking when she drank, so I told her, “Diana, it’s okay. We don’t have to do anything else tonight.”

“No, I really want to. It’s just that it’s been so long, and I’m a little scared.”

I think I understood what she was thinking. I remembered my first time with Jacqui, how scared I’d been that night, but also how good it had turned out. “Do you want to just sit and talk a while? Maybe tell me a little more about Phil?”

She closed her eyes like she was trying to remember. “We met in college at Oregon State. We were both taking a business class. I guess it was pretty typical, ‘girl meets boy, girl falls in love’. We were kids. It was winter. We dated the rest of the semester. When I went home for spring break, I realized how much I missed him.” She paused a little bit and when she started talking again, it was barely a whisper. “The first time we made love, it was March in Corvallis. It’s so pretty there in the early spring that we just took a walk through the park and held hands. We sat on a bench with the moon shining on us.” She laughed a little, “It seems like such a cliché, but it was special to us. He kissed me and asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment with him. How could I say no when I wanted to so badly?”

“We made love that night. It was the most special night of my life.” I couldn’t take my eyes away from Diana as she told me her story. I think she was very close to tears, remembering and telling me about something so special to her. “We got married that summer and our happiness never died down.” She wiped her eyes a little, “Until Phil got sick. We went to the doctor with his headaches and after some tests, he gave us the news, brain cancer. It was too far gone, inoperable.”

I scooted over to her and held her hand. She wasn’t crying but was very close. “It was four months. He was in and out of the hospital but all they could do was control his pain a little. Before he died, he told me he wanted me to be happy. He died in his hospital bed a little over a year ago. I wanted to bring him home but he refused. He said he didn’t want me to remember our house that way. He wanted me to remember all the happy times instead.”

I was sitting next to Diana holding her hand totally amazed at what she’d gone through, and what a strong woman she was. She took another drink, smiled and asked me, “What about you? How did you and Michelle meet?”

What could I say after the heartbreaking story she’d just told me? Diana was smiling again and acted like she really wanted to know, so I told her about meeting Michelle at a basketball game while I was home on leave from the Coast Guard for my grandma’s funeral. “I loved my grandma and always felt that I owed her everything. I’d never have gone out with Michelle or had the life I have if it wasn’t for her.” I told her about our first date after the game. “We were going to a movie when one of us mentioned how much we like the mountains at that time of year. We both laughed, and I turned the car around to borrow my dad’s four-wheel-drive Toyota Land-Cruiser and we spent the evening playing in the snow instead of watching a boring movie. We dated until I left for New York and the Coast Guard, then wrote letters each other every day. “After radio school, I was stationed at a small, secluded station in Sitkinak, Alaska for a year’s tour of duty. I still remember that airplane trip when I left her, thinking it’d be a whole year before I saw her again.”

I told her about the lake at the base, how the mail plane would land on the lake, then quite often the wind would shift directions. “With the wind blowing the wrong way, they couldn’t take off along the length of the lake, so they did the short direction…straight into a fairly tall bluff at the edge. With the wind, the plane would get in front of the bluff and literally lift like a helicopter to clear the bluff.”

She laughed and said she’d have hated to be the first one to try that little maneuver!

“Then, unexpectedly, they transferred me to Kodiak after four months. I went home on two weeks leave and we got married in Reno. I went back to Kodiak, found us a tiny apartment and a couple weeks later, she flew there to meet me.”

Diana looked at me a little quizzically, “Why are you here, with me? I don’t understand. I know you love Michelle, so why did she set up a date between us?”

I took a deep breath. How the heck do I explain our situation? “Michelle told me that she’d told you a little about our open relationship. It’s such a long story. It started in Kodiak when we had a rather erotic night with her sleeping with another guy. I discovered that night I was kind of a voyeur and liked her being with someone else. We never did anything like that again, until a couple years ago. She told me about a lover she had in college and to make a long story short, I encouraged her to meet him again for a weekend alone.”

Diana’s eyes were wide, totally engrossed in the story I was telling her. “Michelle knew how bashful I was with girls, and hadn’t ever been with anyone but her. I told her about the sales girl at Victoria’s Secret when I was buying her clothes for her date, so she literally dragged me there and forced me to ask her for a date.”

Diana’s face had lost that sadness from earlier and was grinning ear-to-ear. “Did you sleep with her?”

“Mmhmm, but not until after watching Michelle make love with her boyfriend that night.” That got a huge giggle from Diana. “And it was so perfect. It was the first time I’d even kissed another girl. I’d never imagined what it could be like.”

“Did you see her again after that?”

“We had an affair for about a year until she moved away last year, but we stayed close friends. She just got married not long ago. Michelle was one of her bridesmaids.”

“Was that a little hard for you, seeing your lover marry another man?”

I paused a little, thinking back to that day, “It was. I’ll admit I was still in love with her. We both knew from the beginning that we couldn’t ever be together, though. I was pleased to see her so happy with her husband. I think we’ll always be close.”

“Is Michelle still seeing the guy from college?”

“No, they dated for several months, but he got too serious and wanted her to leave me and move in with him.” I hesitated, wondering how much more to tell her. I smiled, thinking about Shaun. “She’s seeing another guy now, a real hunk that she’s madly in love with.”

“Aren’t you afraid that she’ll leave you?”

“I guess that’s where it gets a little weird. Well, maybe weirder is a better word. I know she won’t, but at the same time, I’m not positive. I like for her to have affairs with other men and I guess never being certain makes it more exciting.”

I could almost see her thoughtful mind working. “I couldn’t ever have done that. I couldn’t have seen Phil with another woman or me with a man while he was alive. I guess it would be exciting, though.” Then she asked me, “Where’s Michelle now?”

“She’s spending the night with her boyfriend.” I didn’t mention that she was very shortly leaving for a month-long date with a very rich and sexy guy.

Diana looked me straight into my eyes. It seemed like I could see into her soul. I hadn’t ever met anyone like her before. She asked me, “Will you kiss me?”

I was already beside her, still holding her hand. I leaned my head toward her and she did the same, closing her eyes when our lips met. Her lips were soft and I tilted my head a little so our noses didn’t bump. She was tentative at first but after just a moment her hand went behind my neck and her lips opened a little. I let her lead until I felt her tongue probing my lips. I opened my mouth and met her tongue with my own. I was on fire with this woman’s lips on mine and felt the fire building in her as well. Our arms wrapped around each other and we leaned back onto the couch, our lips never parting.

She finally pulled away from me, her eyes still closed and whispered, “Make love to me.”

I was ecstatic. I wanted her so badly! “Are you sure?”

“Please, I want to be loved again.”

She scooted out from under me, took my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom. Once inside we kissed again. I led her in front of her dresser mirror, turned her toward it away from me, and started to unbutton her blouse. Her hands were shaking once again as she helped me unbutton it while our heads nuzzled each other. When her blouse was open, she let me slip it off her arms. We stood in front of the mirror, my arms wrapped around Diana, her standing in her white bra. “You’re beautiful, you know,” I told her.

Diana unsnapped her jeans and pushed them to the floor while I released the hook of her bra. When her breasts were free, I couldn’t help but caress them with my fingers, feeling their softness and the hardness of her nipples. Diana moaned and I felt her fingers intertwine with mine over her breasts as I squeezed her nipples.

She turned and with shaking fingers started to remove the buttons from my shirt. She started with the top buttons, and I started at the bottom. When she pushed open my shirt, she kissed my chest, sucking on one of my nipples driving me crazy. My hands were shaking, as I worked to release the button of my pants. I finally managed to push them and my boxers to the floor.

I gloried in the feel of her breasts against my bare chest while we kissed once again. Diana slowly backed us up toward her bed and I fell backward on it with her on top of me giggling. Her giggles only lasted a moment until I caught her lips again with mine. We rolled over, side by side and I kissed down her neck to her nearest nipple. Diana groaned when I took it in my mouth and sucked, saying over and over, “So good, feels so good!”

Our hands roamed each other, and I found her panties still in place. She lifted herself slightly off the bed, allowing me to push them down. Diana rolled over onto her back and pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs apart. We kissed as my cock found the entrance to her heaven. She was wet and slippery as I pushed inside her slowly, only an inch or so at a time letting her adjust and fit around me. She was so warm and tight, so incredibly good! When I was fully impaled inside her, she finally let out her breath, saying, “Oh…My…God!”

We lay like that, holding each other tightly, reveling in the experience of new love. When I started withdrawing a little, Diana held me tightly and said, “No, stay inside me.” I pushed myself back inside her as far as I could, her pelvis coming up off the bed to meet me and drive my cock deeper. “I like this, it’s been so long,” she whispered.

It felt glorious being inside her as I was, but I didn’t know how long I’d be able to stand it without fucking her. I could already start to feel that rumble deep inside me and my cock growing bigger and harder. Diana’s hands were on my butt clawing at my skin. When I knew I couldn’t last even a moment longer, I pulled out and rammed back inside her, trying to extend my reach. Over and over again I plunged into Diana, oblivious to her screams. Her body convulsed and her pussy tightened and released around my cock with wave after wave of her orgasm. I felt her fingernails scratching my back and couldn’t hold back any longer. My body exploded, and I spasmed deep inside her with stream after stream of my cum.

Afterward, we were both sweaty and hot. We lay on top of the covers holding each other. I awoke the next morning to see Diana looking at me with tears running down her cheeks. I was instantly awake. I brushed away the tears with my fingers and asked what was wrong.

She was still crying, barely able to talk, “I can’t do this. Last night was so wonderful. But I can’t love a man knowing he isn’t mine. I thought I could, but I can’t.”

I didn’t know what to say. I felt about an inch tall, maybe less. After what she’d endured with her husband, I’d caused her this much pain. I could barely speak, “I’m sorry,” was all I could think to say.

She put her finger over my lip, “No, don’t be. You showed me I can love again. You gave me a wonderful night.” Now I was crying with her. “But I can’t do it again.” Then her mood seemed to lighten a little, “Can we still be friends, though? I’d love to take you flying again. We just can’t do…this, again.”

I smiled at her. I didn’t know if we could be platonic friends. I really doubted it but told her, “I’d like that. You’re a wonderful woman. Some man’s going to be very lucky.”

“Can I make you some breakfast?”

She put on a pair of panties and a t-shirt to cook breakfast. I think she was oblivious to how sexy she was with her nipples poking through her thin shirt, but I tried to keep my mind and eyes occupied elsewhere. We talked about lots of other things. She told me about her experience buying the plane and some of the places she’s been with it. I couldn’t help but think how much more she’d enjoy it with someone she loved to share it with her.

After breakfast, I kissed her on the cheek, thanked her for the flight and especially the wonderful evening, then left. I simply couldn’t help but revel in what a wonderful woman Diana is! Before I left I asked her if she’d do me one favor, “If you talk to Michelle, please don’t tell her we’re not going to sleep together again. I want her to think we’re going to be ‘an item’.”

She grinned at me and swatted my bottom. “Nasty man! Okay, for Michelle, we’re madly in love and going to sleep together every chance we get!”

I grinned, “Thank you. I’ll explain it to you later.”

Michelle wasn’t home yet when I got there. I hoped she had a very wakeful and frustrating night with Shaun. Cruel of me wasn’t it! I had one more week to torment her, and I was going to take advantage of it. I think what I was really trying to do was distract my mind from what could have been with Diana. I know I couldn’t have left Michelle for her, but what fun we could have had.

Puttering around the house waiting for Michelle, my mind started to wander back toward Diana and what, if anything, I could do for her. A stray thought entered my mind and wouldn’t go away. I’d just have to think about it…a lot, before doing anything.

Michelle finally arrived home about nine that evening. She said they’d slept in, went on a drive, then had a nice dinner. I was mostly curious about what they’d done the night before, so I asked her, “How’d your night go? Did you wear the nightgown?”

Her face got a little red with a blush, “No,” she said. I frowned a little like I was going to chastise her when she added, “I didn’t wear anything. Neither did Shaun.”

That brightened me. I raised my eyelids at her and asked, “Did you?” She knew what I was asking.

“No, we both knew it was off limits. We lay in bed all night with the light on looking at each other and wanting to make love so bad, but we didn’t even touch. Neither one of us went to sleep until early this morning.” Then she asked me, “What about you and Diana?”

I wanted to tell her everything in intimate detail to make her squirm even more. Well, almost everything. I wasn’t going to tell her that we weren’t going to see each other again. I knew that part of Michelle’s plan was to keep me occupied when she was gone with Brett for a month. She’d enjoy her time more with him if I was in the very capable hands of one Diana Fulbright! I wasn’t going to burst that bubble and put a damper on her month away.