Michelle Part II
Chapter 1
I am not sure I mentioned my name in the first part of this story. I am David, my wife is Michelle. David Robert actually, and my wife always calls me Rob. We were once a quite normal couple in our sex life. But things changed. My wife changed them. You will have to read the first part to find out exactly how it started. Anyway...
I had returned from a business trip. My wife had taken a lover and done things, well..., things that we had never even considered. She had met a black man that had a crush on her, but he would never try anything because he knew she was married. So, as I learned later, my wife went out and found a black lover who did not mind fucking a married woman. Honestly, I do not mind it either.
I came home from that trip and we fucked like we were teenagers. What she had shown me, her sexual desires so different then I had ever expected, had turned me on so much that I could not get enough of her. But then after that weekend, Monday morning as I was getting ready for work, my wife came into the bedroom and was helping me with my tie. "Baby..., this weekend was fun, but..."
"But what babe?" I was a bit concerned, did I bore her now?
"I am so glad you are okay with me and my lover. I think because of it, our sex is better then ever, Aside from the fact, I love you. Well, now you are cut off until further notice. I want you desiring me like you have never desired me before. "
"Oh, baby... Come on, that's not fair."
"All is fair in love and war, and I want you to understand that I..., yes your wife, runs our sex life for now. Okay?"
I guess you probably think I would have hesitated. Far from it, "Of course love. You make the decisions about our sex life. I am fine with it. But do you have to hold out on me? I mean.., I need you so bad baby."
"Exactly baby. You will get some when I tell you that you will get some." Once again, as I always did when she did or said things like this, I groaned.
That week was as normal as any I had ever had. Work was good, my wife Michelle was attentive and though she worked varying shifts, she always managed to make dinner for me. She was sweet, beautiful, smart and loving. But now, most of all, she was the most sensual and sexual woman I have ever known. I mean, I loved what was becoming of our sex life.
That Friday night when I came home I was tired. It had been a long week and I was beat. But Michelle was having none of it. "Get changed, we are going out."
"Hun? I mean..., I am tired."
She became very firm and I was surprised by her response, "Fuck that. Get changed, something casual, nothing fancy. Come on love! Get going. I have something very special planned for tonight. Move it Mister!" The last with a smile on her face.
Of course I did as instructed. This is when I noticed one change that had come to our life that I had not thought about. I used to do all the driving, but Michelle grabbed the keys to our very nice Lexus and she climbed in the drivers seat without a word.
Where my wife was taking me was unknown to me. Only that she was trying to surprise me. I saw a crooked smile on her face as she saw me adjust myself at the thought of what might be happening tonight. Where she was going I had no idea. But something in me told me we were going to have a crazy night.
Finally she pulled into the parking lot of this small store next to a very old, one could say decrepit, housing area. It was mostly dark. Perhaps one in four street lamps actually worked. The houses built in the last century, sixties or seventies. I am not good at judging these things, but let's just say it was not the best neighborhood. I worried about the car, but it had an alarm so I guess I just went along with what ever my wife wanted.
My wife cut behind the store, down and alley and then she lifted a piece of a chain link fence. She had obviously been here before. We found ourselves in a cement ditch between the chain link fence and a fallen wooden fence behind what was obviously an abandoned house. The house in a row of abandoned houses.
It was a good thing she was wearing practical shoes
, I thought to myself. We crept towards the back door and then she suddenly turned to me and held me back. "Listen... This is hard to explain. This next part is for a friend. I promised him..., something." She glanced at her watch, "They will be here in about ten minutes. So, you have to get in this closet and not make a noise. There should be enough light from the streetlamp so that you can see what is going on. Now come on." She did not give me time to reply. She took my hand and brought me to a broken door. We struggled for a moment to get it open, but it finally came ajar with just enough of a gap for us to slip though. It was the back door to an old dilapidated hallway that led centrally to the main house. The first doorway on the right opened into a room with a streetlamp shining fairly brightly into what must have been a small bedroom.
In the middle of the room was an old mattress. She had obviously already been here for there were newer, clean blankets, more then one. One wrapped around the mattress, a couple of others laying across it. "In there...," She pointed at a closet. "Leave it open just a few inches, I left a chair in there for you. You have to be completely silent. No noise. They do not know I brought you here to watch." Just as she said this lights flashed into the front of the house. "Now..., go. Into the closet." I was not sure I liked this, but my wife gave me no choice.