There has been a lot of hate for the first in this series. It is an evolving story line. There is a bit of interracial love, open marriage, submissiveness by the wife. It these things bother you..., heads up, don't read anymore. If you just hate my writing in general, okay, let me know what I can do to improve. Or, even better, read a submission from another. If you just want to throw pejoratives and venom at me, have fun. It won't get me to quit attempting to write erotic stories. And anyway, those of you that are spiteful, you do get this is a free place for stories, right?
An Accepting Wife (Part 3)
Talk of Margaret (Chapter 1)
Michelle and Michael had spent a very fun evening with Michelle's friend, Margaret. Being with her had opened up an entire side of herself that Michelle did not even know existed. Oh, she still loved her husband as deeply as ever, but the sexual outlet with another woman had been an eye opener. The best part was that Michael did not mind. He even encouraged her to have fun with Margaret again.
Michael was the sexiest man she had ever met, but somewhere over the years Michelle realized that she enjoyed watching two people have sex. This had morphed in her mind into watching her husband have sex with other women. Michael of course is more than glad to oblige as long as she never becomes jealous of these encounters. If that were ever to happen, Michael made it clear that they would stop. That he would not have sex with other women if that was what his lovely wife wanted.
But then Margaret, at the end of their evening just over a week previous, had mentioned her younger brother. She said he was extremely shy, attractive, and seemingly incapable of making a connection with young women. Margaret wanted her to teach her brother about sex. To actually have sex with him and possibly open him up a little.
Michael was all for it. But Michelle, in truth, was a bit nervous about the prospect. Because of his young age, eighteen, and the fact that Michelle is older at twenty-nine. It bothered her just a bit. She thought she might feel a guilty. So Michael had dropped it and neither had talked about it for the previous week and a half.
It was Wednesday the second week following the Friday night encounter. The couple usually made Friday night plans but had not discussed it this week. It was Michael who finally brought up the topic. "Love, do you want to go out Friday? The COVID thing seems to be getting a bit better, and I have read of a few restaurants opening up. Perhaps dinner and a movie, and then back home for some fun?"
Michael had a big grin on his face when Michelle leaned into his arms where they stood in the kitchen, "Baby you don't need and excuse to get me into our bed. But, there is something else I want to talk to you about."
Stepping back he asked, "Okay, what's that?"
"I love you, I don't want you to think I don't. But over the days since the night with Margaret, well..., I have been thinking about what she asked me. You know?"
"I do. Have you been thinking that maybe you might want to, ya know..., do it? I am not trying to pressure you, and in fact if you think our extramarital experimentation needs to end... Well, I am fine with it. It was fun, but I don't want to ruin our marriage. Okay?"
"Babe..., I started this thing with you and my lady friends. I am not going to lie and say that there is never a twinge of concern..., maybe of jealousy, in the back of my mind. But, in truth, I enjoy watching far more than the little bit of worry that crosses my mind. No I don't want to stop. As for Margaret's little brother...? I guess I am curious. I mean..., I might not be able to follow through. But, we can try. No matter what happens, when we schedule this, I won't mind if you have some fun with Margaret. If I can't do what she wants with her brother, I can still have some fun with you and her."
"Are you sure about this? I don't want you to do something you are uncomfortable with." He looked at Michelle, a look of concern on his face.
"Lover, Michael, I would never do anything I did not want to. Well, it's not too late. Shall I call Margaret?" Michael gave her a serious look and nodded his head yes, but did not say anything. "Shall I call her, or do you want to?"
Michael thought about it for a minute. Margaret is Michelle's friend, but she seemed a bit hesitant about the latest possible night with her. He thought for a moment and then finally said, "Perhaps. Let's give it another week. More time for you to think about it. That way I won't feel like I am rushing you into anything. Okay?"
Michelle looked at her husband with a smile of pure love on her face. "You are the best baby, I can see you are worried about me. But, I think I am going to call Margaret and see if she wants to try Friday night. I hope she has some excuse to get her brother to her house. At any rate, I will ask her."
"Okay, love. This is yours to decide. Just let me know what is up."
Speaking with Margaret (Chapter 2)
"Hey..., Margaret. This is short notice, but are you busy Friday night?"
"Nothing big, my brother invited me to a movie he wants to see. I had not told him yes yet. Why, did you have something in mind? By the way, Donna found out about, well, the three of us."
"Now how the hell did she find out? I mean, did you say something?"
"Nope, I think she accidentally saw us going into my Condo. Sorry."
"No big, I guess. I will talk to Donna next week. How did she make the leap to sex?"
"I guess she read my face when she brought it up and I did not deny it."
"Okay, like I said I will talk to her next week. On another subject, do you think you could come up with some excuse to have him over for dinner? Your brother. You know, with him and this couple that you know. He better be as good looking as you say he is."
"I don't think you have to worry about his looks. He will impress you, I promise. But, gotta think of a good reason to get him to my place to meet you guys." Margaret paused for a good thirty seconds, "Anyway, so you want to try with my brother?"
"I am willing to try... If I chicken out, well, at least we can have some fun." Michelle grinned with her last comment just as Michael came into their bedroom while she was talking to Margaret over the cell. He could not here Margaret's response, "Well..., at least that would be fun. We'll see. Is Michael in?"
Looking at her husband with a grin on her face she responded, "Michael..., are you in?"
Michael walked over and took the phone in his hand and began to speak, "I will be there. I hope to have some more fun. I think Michelle is intrigued by the chance to meet your brother. What is his name, by the way?"
"It's Donald, but everyone calls him Donnie. I only hope Michelle can follow through. I mean, I will be eternally grateful."
Michelle Making Plans (Chapter 3)
The following day Michelle went through her closet and her dresser drawers looking for something to wear for that Friday night. She was looking for something sexy to wear, perhaps to change into after their planned dinner at Margaret's. She could not find anything exciting, so on a whim Michelle decided she was going to head to the mall to buy something sexy to wear. Not just something sexy for the room, but a dress she could wear to dinner that would show off her attributes. Perhaps it would attract him to her.
First she went to a dress shop. While she was looking around she called Margaret. "I know this is going to sound a bit weird. But, can you get Donnie there, I mean to the dinner, and some how tell him it is formal?"
"I don't know, that is a big ask. He is not into formal stuff. I don't think he even owns a suit."
"Hm, but I need to wear this very sexy dress that I am buying. High heals, black mid thigh dress, low cut in the front, backless. Of course there is no way to wear a bra with this dress..." Unconsciously a big smile crossed her face.
"Oh, Jesus that sounds hot. God, let me think of something and I will call you back."
"I thought you might be able to think of something. Oh, and three inch heals, black, my hair tied to one side, just a bit of make-up to accent my eyes."
"Shut up. I get the picture. Damn. I can't wait. I just have to think of some reason my brother needs to dress up."
"Come to think of it, maybe he does not have to dress up. I have an idea. We will just tell him that we were at some fancy event and did not have time to change before we came to your dinner. I will bring a change..., we will bring a change of clothes. If I get the..., if I get brave enough, I will also bring a sexy lingerie that I will put on after he goes to his room; I mean your guest room. Think that will work?"
"Yes, yes I do. That is perfect. I will have him here at seven, you show up at eight. Okay?"
"Got it."
The Dress (Chapter 4)
It was seven pm that evening. Michael has just arrived home from a long day at work. He looked at Michelle, his beautiful wife, who had decided to model the new dress she had bought for the following days festivities. "Oh my God love. You are hot. Jesus. What's this all about?"
"Well, love... I am showing you what I plan on wearing tomorrow night. I also bought a very sexy nightie. Which I plan on wearing to bed for you tonight. I think you should get to see it first."
"Baby, I was tired a moment ago, but you have awakened me. God you look so hot in that dress, those shoes. Turn around for me baby." Michelle did a quick twirl for her husband. He could see that the backless dress ended just above her ass crack and it was more than he could take. "Do you have underwear on, baby?" Without a word she reached under the dress and pulled her panties down, over her feet, and off. "Over the kitchen table babe. I am going to fuck your brains out."
Michelle loved the tone of his voice, the way he demanded she do as he told her. "Yes love, of course." She continued. "Come fuck me baby."
Michael walked around his wife to the kitchen table. All that was on it was an artificial flowered centerpiece, and a small decorative salt and pepper holder with the shakers on them. Michael swept them off of the table in one motion. "Lean over, wench. You had better be ready for my cock as I am not going to be nice. Okay?"
