Sharing My Wife by Robert L: Book 6 - Michelle's New Profession


 
 Sharing My Wife
 
 
 
 Book 6 - Michelle's Cruise
 
 
 
 RobertL
 
 
 
 Chris Garner
 
 
 
 
 Copyright © 2023 RobertL
 
 
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 Edited and published by Chris Garner with kind permission from Robert L
 
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 Book 6
 
 
 
 
 Part 11 – Prelude to a Cruise
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 1
 
 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 clear, 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 didn'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 laid 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