Michelle's Cruise Ch. 03

It seemed that I still knew so little about Kristen. We'd talked about Brett and me being single but not her. I couldn't help but wonder why she and Brett hadn't hit it off, what about other men? She's beautiful, smart, successful, and damned good in bed! It made me wonder why she'd even be interested in a fairly ordinary guy like me. When I'd come to Chicago, it was just to see Michelle. I certainly had no inkling that a romance would develop between Kristen and me.

Michelle interrupted us by bringing Kristen and me a plate of food. When she leaned down slightly with our plates, I caught just a brief, tantalizing glimpse of her bare, caramel colored nipple and couldn't help but think of my mouth around that nipple...or how many times Brett had sucked it into his mouth...and would most likely do so again right after we left.

My wife had made an omelet and it was heavenly. She brought plates over for her and Brett and we all ate in silence, except that we all complimented her on how good it was. She seemed to beam with pride. I realized I'd have to remember her cooking talents when...if she came home.

After we ate, Kristen looked at her watch and said, "We'd better be getting you back to the airport." We got up, thanked Michelle again for the wonderful breakfast and went to our room to pack my few things.

Once we were in the room with the door closed behind us, Kristen said, "I hope things work out for you. They look awfully close and in love with each other."

I looked up, kind of wistfully, "Yeah they do. I trust her, though." Then I said with a little more conviction than I actually felt, "She'll be home."

Kristen wrapped her arms around me and looked into my face, "Just on the weird chance that it doesn't, I meant what I said downstairs. I wouldn't mind entrapping you at all."

I kissed her on the lips, "Thank you. I meant it too, I really like you." I looked at the redwood clock on the wall and said something I had no idea I'd say, "How long do we have until we have to leave?"

She apparently knew what was going on in my little brain, "I think there's time if we hurry a little bit." We made love one last time. Afterward, I held her in my arms and kissed her until she said we had to go.

I carried my little suitcase downstairs and met Brett and my wife at the door. I almost felt like crying when I looked into Michelle's eyes and neither of us could show the emotion we felt. Or at least that I felt. I wanted to drag her with me, to pull her into my arms and kiss her like we'd never kissed before. Instead, I thanked her and Brett for their hospitality and kissed Michelle briefly on her cheek as a 'friend' would do.

On our way to the airport in Kristen's Corvette, I stared out the window lost in my thoughts until I felt Kristen's hand squeeze mine. I looked over at her and couldn't help but smile a little. "It'll be okay. She'll come home to you."

"I know, thank you." I knew she was just saying it, but it did brighten my spirits. I knew I had nobody to blame but myself and my lust. At that moment, I was wondering, would I have changed anything if we could go back in time?

Staring out the window, I knew we'd gone too far this time...much too far. My wife was literally living with another man for the last six weeks. Brett was in love with her and wanted to take her away from me and marry her. He was rich, good-looking and had everything to offer a woman. I imagined they'd probably fucked a hundred times in those six weeks. I suspected at that moment she was probably naked and making love with her lover. Maybe that nipple I briefly saw was being sucked into his mouth right that instant. It was so damn hot! In spite of my fears, probably a lot because of them, my cock was hard as a rock thinking about her in his arms. I knew the next few days waiting for Michelle to come home would be a long week!