At the conclusion of the last story, Tuesday night I had asked Michelle to read the story, including Jacqui and I expressing our love for each other over Memorial Day. She cried, I cried and we weren't able to have sex with each other that night.
Before she read the story and went to pieces, she talked briefly about her trip to Reno with Mike, including their stay in an old bordello in Virginia City. We hadn't discussed very much of their trip because of the situation between me and Jacqui.
Wednesday morning we woke up and both of us had to work so we didn't have any quality time to discuss our situation. Then before Michelle left for work, she told me that because of the Monday holiday, Mike was meeting his client with the medical center on Wednesday instead of Tuesday, so she was going to Prosser right after work to spend the night with him.
Now I was truly becoming afraid of losing our marriage. Both of us needed to talk about last weekend to try and salvage what was so precious to us; our marriage and each other! Instead of that, Michelle had chosen to spend another night with her lover. Its been a week since she and I have made love together and tonight she chose Mike over me again.
To all our friends and family, Michelle and I had a perfect marriage and a perfect relationship. No one was aware of the game we had been playing the last several months. During Michelle's weekends away everyone assumed she was visiting a girlfriend from college. Our weekends away they assumed we were with each other. The square dance club knew about Jacqui, but only that she was a friend taking lessons.
I brooded over the possibility of losing Michelle all morning and finally in the early afternoon decided there wasn't any way I could spend the evening and night alone, so I called Jacqui and asked if I could spend the night with her at her house. She was more than thrilled that I was coming over. My day brightened considerably, but still the gloom of potentially losing Michelle was hanging in the back of my mind.
I remembered that on our first date, I had taken Jacqui some flowers. That evening after work, I stopped at a florist's shop and bought her a beautiful bouquet and vase. She didn't get home from Victoria's Secret until a little after nine, so I had quite a bit of time to kill before I could see her. I thought about going to VS to say hi before she got off work, but thought it would be a little dangerous. Didn't think her customers or manager would appreciate some guy practically raping her in the middle of the store, so I drove down to the river to watch the sunset. The one thing I didn't want to do was go home to an empty house.
I knew that Jacqui was usually home by nine fifteen or so, so I drove into her driveway at nine twenty. I was thrilled that she was home. When I went to her door she opened it, and like our first date, she took the flowers, thanked me and put them on her table. This time though I didn't get a little peck on the cheek. I got a fabulous mouth to mouth resuscitation kiss, her arms around my neck, hands in my hair pulling me to her. I resisted her as much as I could; NOT!
When she finally broke away from me, I told her, "Wow, I like your hello!" Then I asked her if she had eaten dinner yet. She hadn't, so I suggested we go to an upscale restaurant for a gourmet dinner. We agreed on McDonald's.
While sitting in the back corner of the upscale restaurant, we started talking about Michelle. "Honey, what did Michelle say? What did you tell her?"
"Well, Monday night, we didn't talk about it too much, we were both too tired. She told me just a little about her and Mike's weekend. Saturday night they stayed in an old historic whorehouse. She said they made love four times that night thinking about what the old bed had been used for in times past. Tuesday, I stayed home and finished writing the story about our weekend, and let her read it that night, so I wouldn't forget anything. She enjoyed reading about us making love until she realized how much we'd fallen in love with each other. By the time she got to the end, she was crying pretty hard; afraid she was losing me. I tried to reassure her, but I don't think I did a very good job.
"We didn't make love last night. That was the first time we didn't for two nights in a row for as long as I can remember, except during her monthly. This morning she told me she was going to spend tonight with Mike. I wanted to talk about everything, but she chose Mike instead." I looked at her and admitted, "I'm afraid. I don't know what's going to happen to us. I don't want to lose her."
Jacqui looked at me and whispered softly, "What about us; you and me?"
"I don't know. I'm torn between two loves now, and I don't know what to do. I know I want to enjoy every minute with you."
"You say that like you don't think we'll be together much longer."
I took both of her hands in mine and looked her straight in the eyes, "Jacqui, honey, I honestly don't know what's going to happen, between me and Michelle or between us. The one thing I do know is that I love you, and I want to enjoy every minute we have together."
She smiled at me and made the suggestion I had been thinking all evening, "Then why don't we go back to my house and start enjoying?"
"Will I have to wait an hour for you to get ready for bed?"
"You silly, it's never been an hour. But no, I think we'll do something else tonight."
As soon as we walked through the door, Jacqui led me into her bedroom. She told me to sit while she put on music. Then she stood in front of me, took the knot from her hair (how the heck do girls tie their hair up like that anyway?), brushed it out down over her shoulders, and slowly did a striptease dance.
"You know sweetheart, you're so sexy you could do this for a living."
She gave a little giggle, "I don't think Victoria's Secret would quite approve of that."
