Sharing my Wife: Some Surprises

This story is a continuation from "Sharing my Wife: Stripper Part 2".

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The next few weeks were pretty similar except for one small detail. Michelle asked Shaun to take her to the club Saturday nights, then went home with him. I missed those great fucks when she came home so horny, but twice I did bring Trisha to our house with me after she got off work. It was funny with Trish; I'm obviously a guy who falls in love pretty quickly, but that wasn't happening with her. I liked her, a lot, but certainly not like what had happened with Jacqui. Maybe that's because I was rapidly falling in love with Ginger.

Before I talk about Ginger, maybe I'd better update on what was happening in Jacqui's life. She did go on a date with her co-worker's brother and was seeing him pretty regularly now. I had such mixed feelings about that. I wanted her to be happy, but the thought of what we'd had and losing her forever brought tears to my eyes more than once. I guess I knew it'd be inevitable even before she left but it still wasn't easy.

Ginger, I'd fallen hard for Ginger. We continued going to dances every Friday and dinner afterward. Sometimes Ginger and I danced as couples, and sometimes we coupled with our spouses. Michelle's plot that first time had worked however, and there wasn't any turning back. It undoubtedly would have happened even if Michelle hadn't forced Ginger and me together so much, but all I knew was that I couldn't get enough of her.

Our "yellowrocks" had become harder and harder to break away from and that few moments when saying goodbye had become tortuous. We hugged and kissed cheeks and touched lips briefly one time. I simply had no idea where this was going or how. I desperately wanted more with Ginger but had no idea how. Then in late November, November 24th be exact, Michelle dropped a bombshell on me, two to be precise. She made both a suggestion and a request that each rocked my world to its core!

First the suggestion, she said she'd been talking to Ginger, and she knew that both Ginger and Eric were looking for more from my relationship with her. I wasn't sure what Michelle meant by "more." I was afraid of "more" without there being a "lot more".

"Eric wants you to take Ginger out, alone, just the two of you. Ginger wants that too."

My mind instantly sprang to alert, "Does he understand what that might mean?"

"She hasn't come right out and said it, but yes, I think so, they both do."

I wondered if Michelle had any idea how badly I wanted what she's suggesting. "Okay sweetie, do you have any good suggestions, such as you're not home Friday night and I take Ginger to the dance alone?"

"Well actually, now that you ask, I do have an idea, something a bit more extreme than that. Do you know about the big formal dance they have at the Pendleton Convention Center in December, the Christmas Cotillion?"

"I've heard of it but never thought anything about it." When I lived near Pendleton when I was a kid, there wasn't any such thing as a Christmas Cotillion, at least not that I knew about.

"I think you should invite Ginger to go to it with you." She paused just a bit before adding, "And then spend the night in a hotel."

I looked at her a little slackjawed, "Are you serious?"

She looked straight at me, "Yes, I am."

"And you honestly think Ginger would do that, and Eric would want her to spend the night with me?"

"I think so, but there's only one way to find out for sure."

I was having trouble digesting what I was hearing, my dream come true! I thought about asking Ginger to spend the night with me and didn't know if I had the courage to do that. Yeah, I know, I've mentioned several times how much my confidence around women has changed, but this was a bit much. If it was just asking Ginger to a dinner or even a dance, then something happened spontaneously I'd be able to handle that. But asking her to spend the night with me? That's entirely different! The only thing I could think of at the time was to ask my wife, "Would you ask her for me?" What the heck, it worked the first time we asked Jacqui out.

Michelle laughed at my suggestion. I didn't think it was funny. "No silly, not this time. You're asking her. I'll help, though, after the lesson Friday, I'll find a way to give you and her a few minutes alone together so you can ask her."

I guessed I could live with that. Then I realized I didn't know when it was, "Umm, when is it? Maybe I should know that before I make an idiot of myself."

"December 12th, starts at eight." She'd apparently been thinking about this and done a little research.

Then Michelle dropped her other bombshell on me.

"There's something else I need to talk to you about too."

The way she said that I was a little wary, it sounded ominous.

"Shaun called me today. He's going to the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas next week." Ok, that doesn't surprise me, but she went on, "He asked me to go with him."

I didn't have any problem with her going to a rodeo with him. She has before and where better than Las Vegas? As they say, 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." I didn't know anything about the National Finals Rodeo, it's probably similar to the Pendleton Round-up, and they'd be there over a long weekend. Besides, she's encouraging me to spend a night with the girl I've fallen madly in love with, I can hardly complain about her spending another weekend with her lover. "When is it?"

"It starts next week." She has this irritating habit of stopping, leaving me dangling when I know she has more to say. Her voice dropped to almost a whisper when she finally went on, "It's ten days long."

I stood staring, uncomprehending for I'm not sure how long before what she just said registered in my pea sized brain, "Ten days!" My wife wanted to spend almost half a month with her lover in probably the most sex oriented city in the country! She'd be away for like two weeks! We haven't been apart that long since before we were married. And this isn't just apart, it's with her lover! No way in hell was I going to let her do that, and I was going to be firm about it!

"When are you leaving? Do you know when you're coming home?" How's that for firmly telling her no!

"It starts December second, and he wanted to leave Friday to give us a few days of fun before he has to work. I told him I had to wait until at least Saturday because we already have a commitment Friday night. The last day of the rodeo is the twelfth, so I assume we'd come home on the thirteenth."

Leaving Saturday, so soon! I quickly clicked it off in my head - fifteen days! I couldn't help but think to myself, "if she came home." I know how she already feels about Shaun, who is single and unencumbered by the way, two weeks with him, especially in Las Vegas - lover capital of the world, would test our relationship like never before. I still felt that I had to trust her, however. Our entire relationship, especially the last year, has been based on love and trust. I didn't want to let on that I was fearful that this might be too much for her, that I felt a slight crack in that trust.

If I told her no, which I desperately wanted to do, I knew she'd sense my lack of trust, and it could change everything. "What about your job, can you take that much time off?"

"I still have a week's vacation that I can use this year. I'd have to take one week of leave without pay but with what I've been making from the Honey Bunzz we can afford that and we've been pretty slow the last couple weeks so they won't have a problem with a two week vacation."

She was right, the money wouldn't be an issue. Then I realized something else, "You know what that'll mean for my date with Ginger, don't you?" I'd made it a firm policy that I wasn't going out with anyone whenever Michelle wasn't here. I felt okay exempting a date with Ginger because it's something Michelle wants me to do too. But I knew how I'd feel after Michelle being gone two weeks before that night.

Michelle knew what I had realized and gave me that sexy smile of hers, "You're going to be horny as hell!" It didn't sound very ladylike coming from Michelle, but that's what I was thinking too.

When we went to bed and were making love that night, I couldn't help but think about her with Shaun in Las Vegas; then when we were about to go to sleep, my upcoming night with Ginger crossed my mind just a little too. I thought to myself that I was going to have nice dreams tonight! I have no idea if I did, I don't usually remember my dreams past the first few minutes of waking up.

Michelle spent Wednesday and Thursday with Shaun. Friday night I was a nervous wreck at the lesson. By then, Jim had taught the majority of the mainstream square dance movements and was mostly working on ingraining the calls with repetition. Michelle still made sure I danced most of the evening with Ginger, and I can't even begin to describe how difficult it was to stay platonic with her. When we started going to the lessons with them, I described my touches with Ginger as an electric shock. By this time, that electric shock had become more of a lightning bolt! Every little touch sent a surge through me.

I thought of a thousand different ways to ask her to the Cotillion. They all seemed lame and as we got closer to the end of the lesson, the more nervous and scared I was getting, almost like high school again. This time, though, I, at least, had enough courage that I wasn't going to let my fears return to the point of missing the opportunity again.

True to Michelle's word, after dinner when Eric got up to go to the bathroom, she followed to the lady's room, leaving Ginger and me alone for just a few minutes. I wanted to sound confident, but I didn't know how. I knew my nervousness had been showing all evening, and now that the time was here it was in full bloom! All my insecurities were back, and I was scared to death.

I looked at Ginger and all the different ways I'd thought of to ask her left me. I simply blurted out, "Would you like to go out with me?" I quit breathing, hardly remembering that it wasn't like I'd asked her to marry me or something.

She smiled and said, "I'd love to, what do you have in mind."

My breath returned, and I felt a little less scared, "In Pendleton, the Christmas Cotillion in two weeks." She started to answer me, but before she could I put my finger to her lips, "And I'd like to rent a hotel room, for us to spend the night."

She didn't say anything, simply got a smile on her face and kissed me. That was the scene Michelle saw at our table when she returned, Ginger's lips on mine. Then with Michelle walking up to the table, Ginger backed away and said the word I've wanted to hear all evening, "Yes!"

I saw the grin on Michelle's face as she slid into the booth on the opposite side where she'd been sitting next to Eric. I'm sure my face was reflective of how she was feeling as well. When Eric returned, we each paid our bill and left. I hoped this was what Eric wanted as well. If not, I knew Ginger could call it off.

We'd been alternating on Friday nights, meeting at our house, then their house to go to the lesson. This particular Friday we were in Eric and Ginger's car and drove quietly back to their house. We were all quiet, realizing that our relationship was about to change. At least three of us knew, Ginger hadn't said anything to Eric yet. We visited for just a few minutes, but Michelle said we had to go. I know she had a lot of packing to do after we got home.

We hugged goodbye, but when Ginger and I hugged, she took the initiative and kissed me. My eyes closed and I felt her lips on mine, both our mouths opened slightly, and I felt her tongue pressing slightly against mine and then she pulled back. I'd just received a tiny sample of an evening alone with her. She'd left my heart beating and aching for more.

When Michelle and I were driving back home, the first thing she said to me was, "I think you'll enjoy being out just you and her together."

I thought to myself that was quite an understatement. I was still reliving that kiss. "Ya think?" I said.

She looked over at me and laughed.

When we were home, I pulled out the suitcase from our storage room for Michelle, and she found the garment bag in her closet, putting both on one side of the bed. I climbed on the other side and propped myself up to watch her pack. She started with her underwear, all matching bra and panty sets, all sexy! Some of them were new that I hadn't seen before. I had to tease a little, "At least you're taking underwear."

She never cracked a smile as she responded, "I might not wear any of them, though."

Guess I had that coming. I continued to watch while she packed a few nightgowns; the baby doll I'd bought at the club and several others. She didn't take the silk one she'd worn on our honeymoon night, which relieved me a little. It's special to us, and we don't use it often. I felt guilty that Jacqui had let Trisha wear it that night that seemed so long ago, but damn she was sexy in it! Michelle owns two bikinis, the unlined white one I'd bought when she went to Seattle and a pretty turquoise one, not quite as sexy. Then she started on her slacks and blue jeans; Oh those tight, sexy blue jeans! Michelle continued with a few skirts; the cute, hot ones, not her work clothes. She put some dresses in the garment bag, including the wrap dress I'd bought when she went to Seattle a year and a half ago. She put her blouses in the garment bag with the dresses and when she pulled out the fully transparent one, she held it up in front of her and asked, "Do you think Shaun might want me to wear this one somewhere?"

My cock was already hard thinking about her with him and the sexy clothes she was packing, but that made me grow at least another inch or two. "Would you wear it without a bra again?"

She took off the blouse and bra she wore to the dance and slipped the see-through one over her head and down on her body giving me that beautiful view once again. Then she stepped over to the mirror, looking at herself, modeling it from different angles and said, "I think it looks pretty good like this, don't you?"

"Umm, yeah!" Understatement of the year!

She carefully hung it in the garment bag.

I couldn't help but ask her, "You'll send me some pictures?" I was thinking of the sexy ones she'd sent that time when she spent a weekend with Mike in Seattle when our adventure in wife sharing had started.

She grinned, "I think I could do that."

I knew this was going to be a long two weeks, probably about the longest in my life!

Michelle finished packing, stowing her overnight bag with her makeup, toothbrush and so on in the suitcase, and I carried her bags to the front door.

When I returned to the bedroom, Michelle had removed the rest of her clothes and was just climbing into bed stark naked. "God, what a beautiful woman she is!" I couldn't help but think to myself. I slipped my boxers off and joined her.

Michelle and I wouldn't be sleeping together again for over two weeks. We hadn't been apart that long since before we were married. We snuggled together and kissed, me feeling the sexiness of her curves and soft skin with my hands and body while pressing my lips to hers. She held me tight and whispered in my ear, "In just two weeks you're going to be doing this with Ginger."

I groaned at the thought, not even able to comprehend what that was going to be like, "And you're going to be doing it with Shaun every night for those two weeks."

I felt her shudder at that thought, two weeks in paradise with her very own Sex God. Their affair has been going on for six or seven months, long enough that they're totally enamored with each other and short sufficiently to be still exciting and fresh.

We rolled over, Michelle on her back and made love, Michelle wrapping her legs around my back and interlocking her feet together. I tried not to think about Ginger because I wanted this last time to be all about my wife and me.

After we'd come down from the high of our climax, we lay together with me spooning Michelle and my arm around her. The thought briefly flitted through my mind that there was a slim possibility that this could be the last time we made love with her spending the next two weeks with Shaun. I almost started to cry and held Michelle tighter, willing her not to go on this trip. I felt her tighten our embrace as I did which relieved a tiny bit of my tension.

Saturday morning, Michelle was up early and already showering when I woke up. Their plane was leaving at nine-thirty, and they had to be at the airport an hour early which meant Shaun was going to be at our house to pick her up a little before eight.

I dressed and waited for her in the living room. She said they'd grab a bite to eat at McDonald's on the way. When she came out of our bedroom, she was gleaming. It was a little cool outside, so she had on one of her cashmere sweaters, a pair of brown slacks and comfortable but feminine shoes. She'd brushed her hair down onto her shoulders and was the vision of loveliness! I couldn't help but feel jealous of Shaun, that she was going with him for this two-week vacation. I hoped he realized how truly lucky he was!

Shawn drove into our driveway and the time had come. Michelle and I stood looking at each other until she reached out and kissed me. "I love you," she told me.

"I know, you have fun, and send me lots of pictures."

"I'll call; I'll text and send several." Then she added, "Enjoy yourself with Ginger! Don't be bashful how I know you are sometimes."

Shaun was at our door, we opened it letting him pick up Michelle's bags and they walked to his car together. I wiped a little tear from my eyes as I watched my wife drive away with her lover. I knew she'd be back; she always has. But still, there's that little nagging fear that doesn't go away and like I'd said, this trip would test our relationship more than anything has before.

After they'd rounded the corner, I closed the door, stepping back into our lonely house. I honestly had no idea how I was going to cope for two weeks without my Michelle! I fixed myself some breakfast, realizing that it was entirely different fixing breakfast for only one. It wasn't nearly as much fun. I already missed her!

My reverie was interrupted when I got a text from Ginger a little bit later, "Eric said yes." I couldn't help but grin at that. My obsession from twenty years ago was finally, actually going to happen! I was going on a date, alone with Ginger!