Michelle's Cruise

Kristen and Brett were sitting at the breakfast bar and my wife was at the stove cooking ham and eggs, dressed in a short, silky looking robe, tied at her waist. It seemed strange to see her cooking breakfast. At home, I was the morning cook, often taking Michelle breakfast in bed on the weekends. When I glanced at her, depending on how she turned, I could see her nightgown, undoubtedly the same one she'd worn while making love with Brett. That brought back the stark sounds of their lovemaking into my mind.

"Good morning sleepyhead," I heard from a chorus of voices.

I responded in kind, taking one of the chairs at the bar next to Kristen where a place had already been set for me. Michelle's was at the opposite end next to Brett. She glanced over at me, giving me that dazzling smile before returning to her cooking. That brief smile meant more to me that morning than all the valuables in the world would have!

When we sat to eat, Brett said to me, "After breakfast, I thought I'd show you around and let the ladies have a little time to get to know each other."

I'd rather have spent time with the ladies, one in particular, but instead replied to him, "Great. I'd love to see the rest of your place."

We all made small, inconsequential talk during breakfast. I complimented Michelle on what a fantastic cook she was and she very graciously acknowledged my compliment, obviously pleased with herself. My eyes couldn't help but keep glancing at her, visualizing her spending the night in Brett's arms.

After breakfast, we all helped clean the dishes and kitchen. Then I followed Brett as he showed me the rooms to the house. I don't think I'd ever been in one quite like it before. It was two stories, three bedrooms, the other bedroom very similar to the one Kristen and I had slept in. It had high, arched ceilings with heavy wooden beams, the family room we'd seen the night before, Brett's den, an exercise room, another play room with a beautiful, oak pool table, an entertainment room with at least a 70" TV on one wall with several easy chairs for comfortable viewing. He said it also had a sound system built-in.

Then he showed me upstairs and into his bedroom, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say "their" bedroom. The rest of the house was very masculine, with the heavy walnut and leather furniture and massive beams supporting the roof. This room was much the same but had its feminine features as well, most noticeably the lingering odor of Michelle's perfume, the same as I'd found in her lingerie drawer. The massive bed was covered with a frilly looking bed-spread and probably had silk sheets. It too, had one wall nearly all window and open to the outside greenery and pool, with an outdoor deck spreading the full length of the room.

Perhaps the most interesting feature in the room was the mirror situated on the ceiling above the bed, a couple feet larger than the bed on all sides. I wondered how many times the man standing beside me had made love with my wife under that mirror.

Was that to be her future? I felt like I'd pushed Michelle out of an airplane without a parachute and there was no way of stopping her fall into his life any more than there was of stopping gravity. I was deathly afraid that if I interfered with that free-fall that it would damage our relationship permanently no matter how she landed. All I could hope for was that my being there would remind her that we had a life back in little Kennewick, Washington.

Of course I looked around at what Brett was offering and her other life seemed to come up short. My thoughts returned to Brett's tour, reminding me of how much more he could offer. He was obviously proud of his house and I could understand why. It was beautiful! When he took me outside, I was stunned. His back yard was immense, with trees and the greenest, most meticulously groomed lawn I'd ever seen. It yearned to be walked on with bare feet! There was a small stream wandering around the yard with two stone, arched bridges and a beautiful waterfall into a small pond. Apparently, it had been set up to pump the water from the pond back to the start of the stream, probably with in-line filters as the water was crystal clear. Centered in the lawn was a beautiful, kidney-shaped pool filled with sparkling clean water. Overall, it was about the most beautiful yard I'd ever seen and probably was at least an acre in size.

"It's a beautiful day and I thought we could go for a swim a little later when it warms up," he suggested.

I told him I'd love to, but I hadn't brought a swimsuit. He said he had several and I could borrow one. It did sound like fun so with the suit problem resolved, I readily agreed. I was looking forward to spending the day, hoping that there'd be an opportunity to speak to Michelle alone.

Alas, the alone time never came. When we'd finished the tour, Michelle and Kristen had dressed, Michelle in a pair of Capri slacks and a loose fitting top that mostly hid her figure. She was still alluring with her hair tied back into a ponytail with a flower clasp on one side. She hadn't put on any makeup but her natural beauty was more than adequate.

We visited quite a bit more, learning about each other. Michelle told true stories from her law work that I'd already heard but enthralled Kristen and Brett. I acted as if I'd never heard them as well. I learned a lot about Kristen's plastics firm, and I gave a little of my own history and stories, stretching the truth just a bit to pretend to be from St Louis, rather than Kennewick, Washington.

When Brett suggested it was time for a swim, we all agreed. He found me a suit and Kristen and I went to our room to change; Michelle and Brett to their room. It was still feeling so weird being in a house where my wife was another man's woman.

When Kristen came out of the dressing room in her one-piece suit, I couldn't help but whistle my appreciation for her. She was gorgeous and sexy with her suit coming high on her thighs and a lace-up front.

Michelle and Brett were already at the pool, in a couple lounging chairs when Kristen and I made our appearance. Michelle was reclined with a pair of dark glasses, her suit more a thong than a bikini. It barely covered her private area and had a couple thin straps around her waist tied in kind of a crossing pattern. Her top was just as skimpy with the same type of strap design around her sides.

When Kristen and I arrived, both Brett and Michelle got up and slipped into the pool. We followed right behind them. The water was just the right temperature, cool enough to feel a little brisk but comfortable after a couple minutes.

Once we were in the pool, Brett's sole attraction was my wife. It seemed that he was hers as well. They'd splash each other, dunk each other, then kiss like love-struck teens. God, my wife was so beautiful in that little suit and I was aching, wanting her so badly. Kristen and I spent a lot of the time together, doing much the same things but I kept Michelle in the corner of my eyes, not wanting to miss a second. I can float on my back like a cork and love it. But it's kind of hard when you have a pole in your pants poking up in the air so I had to avoid floating.

I was enjoying being with Kristen but my heart was on the other side of the pool where Brett was all over my wife and I saw her swimsuit bottom floating away. My eyes opened wide and I looked again. It was definitely the bottom of her swimsuit I saw floating a few feet from them. Michelle was giggling and I couldn't see what was happening under the water. Then, as I watched, Michelle climbed up the ladder out of the pool with Brett right behind her. Her waist was definitely naked. The two of them ran, holding hands, to the grass about ten feet from the edge of the pool.

Michelle got down on the grass on her hands and knees, laughing at something Brett had said. Brett hurriedly pushed his swimsuit down and was on his knees right behind her. God, he was big! No damn wonder Michelle liked fucking with the guy! Almost before my mouth could drop open he'd shoved inside her, pushing her face down on the grass with his thrust. He put his hands on her hips and started thrusting in and out of her and I could hear her groans all the way where Kristen and I were standing, watching in awe. Kristen was holding my hand tightly, seemingly aware of the emotional turmoil I was feeling.

I hadn't been with my wife for over two months. Watching her frolicking with her lover in the pool, then this, was nearly more than I could take. I still hadn't had any chance to talk to her and her words from the night before when Brett said he wanted her to stay with him came back to haunt me, "I'm definitely thinking about it."

Michelle turned over on her back, opening her legs wide and taking his cock in her hand to guide it to her pussy. Once he was at her pussy lips, gripped both her arms and pinned them above her head while he pushed himself inside her. I was mesmerized watching this guy fucking my wife that I hadn't been with for so long. He held himself above her, looking into her eyes as he took long, deep strokes in and out of her pussy. Michelle spread her legs as far apart as she could and gazed up into his face, bucking her hips into him with every thrust. It was like they were daring each other to come first. This little scene seemed to go on forever, him plunging his cock into her, seemingly longer and harder with each stroke. He was literally pushing her body a couple inches every time his cock found her depths. It seemed like every stroke, I heard an unintelligible, "Unh" from Michelle. A couple times I heard Michelle's voice all the way to the other end of the pool, "Harder you bastard!" Or some similar language.

I was about to go out of my mind with a combination of lust and jealousy. I wanted to be fucking my wife instead of watching this other guy fuck her. And fucking is exactly the right word for what Brett was doing to her. They weren't making love, they were fucking. I wanted to close my eyes, shutting out the scene in front of me, but couldn't.

I remember that Kristen had been holding my hand earlier but at that point, I didn't even realize she was there. I was simply mesmerized by the scene unfolding on the other side of the pool. I remembered what Michelle had told me when we'd first decided to take Brett up on his offer for a Caribbean cruise, "I'll definitely enjoy the fucking." She was certainly keeping up that part of the bargain!

Michelle finally gave first. She started to scream, her body shuddering and her head thrashing back and forth, losing the war of will with Brett. When she came, I remembered from my distant past what it felt like to be inside her, and I felt the orgasm coming in my own cock. I grabbed myself over my swimsuit with my free hand and couldn't stop pumping myself until I was drained. My legs turned to butter afterward and if not for Kristen beside me, still tightly holding my hand, I'd likely have sunk under the water and drowned. I hoped Brett didn't mind a little cum in his pool. I'd closed my eyes for those few moments and when I opened them again Brett and Michelle lay on the grass, snuggling and kissing.

I was scared. I knew I'd put my wife in this situation. She was with her lover and enjoying every second, probably even enjoying tormenting me. I'd been there for nearly twenty-four hours and we still hadn't spoken much more than a "Hi, good morning." I knew that she didn't want to let on to Brett that we knew each other but not being able to talk with her was almost killing me. Then watching the two of them fucking like this was nearly more than I could take.

I've said in these stories several times that the fear of losing my wife was part of my turn-on in her having an affair with another man. That's been so true and still was. This fear was nearly all consuming. Yes, watching her with him was incredibly erotic. I'd just had a mind-blowing orgasm watching her. I know that Michelle has told me many times that she loves me and will always come home to me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I may have been watching the end of our marriage. Even with that, I was already starting to get hard again from what I'd witnessed.

In my reverie, I heard Kristen saying, "Are you okay?"

I looked over at her, smiling at me. "No, but I'll survive." I was grateful to her. She could have been saying, "I told you so." But she simply held my hand giving me the emotional support I needed at that moment.

Brett jumped back in the pool and retrieved Michelle's swimsuit bottom, taking it to her. She put it on and they walked hand-in-hand to the bathhouse. Kristen and I followed.

He had two sets of showers, one for men and one for women, much like a public pool would have. This time, though, the showers seemed to have the names Brett/Michelle on one and Robert/Kristen on the other. I watched the two of them go into one of the showers and let Kristen have the other first. My imagination took over, visualizing the scene that was likely happening in the other shower.

After we all had washed the chlorine off and dressed, Michelle started to make some sandwiches for lunch. The whole time she was trying to work, Brett was snuggling her. She'd tip her head to the side, letting him nibble on her neck or her ear. Occasionally, she'd turn her face to him, and they'd kiss. His hands were constantly all over her body as well. She'd put on a relatively short and thin summer dress, and his hands were under it caressing her skin all the way up and over her breasts, pulling her dress up showing off her thong underwear. It was more than evident that she was enjoying every second of his attention.

She finally playfully shooed him into the other room so she could carry the ham and cheese sandwiches into the living room where we were waiting. Michelle sat down next to Brett, pulling her legs up under her, and snuggled tightly to him. While we ate, they described a little more of their cruise.

The cruise ship they were on was specifically intended for honeymooning couples, so everything was geared toward romance. There weren't any children on board, so no limitations on risqué clothing. Michelle fetched a couple of the dresses she'd worn to show us, and it certainly was a good thing there weren't any children. They looked like you'd expect an ultra-sexy starlet to wear at the Oscars. Brett was beaming with pride at his beautiful girlfriend.

Apparently, they'd only spent part of the time cruising, and much of it renting several little villas on romantic, hidden away beaches where they didn't need to wear clothing at all if they didn't want. And, according to Brett, quite often, they didn't want.

Kristen told the story we'd fabricated how we met working on her building in St Louis and made up some fables about our whirlwind romance. I added several juicy little details as they came to mind. I was almost wishing they were real, it sounded like so much fun. We were sitting on the loveseat at right angles from Brett & Michelle's couch and as we were telling our tale, stole occasional kisses from each other to make it seem more like we were a real, romantic couple. If it hadn't been for my nervousness about Michelle and Brett, I'd have enjoyed the afternoon very much.

I still hadn't had any opportunity to talk to my wife and watching their interaction as a couple in new love was making me more nervous by the second. It was apparent there was no faking...that they were clearly in love with each other and savoring their new relationship.

Watching Brett and Michelle making love was one thing, but watching them during the day, obviously in love with each other and not having any opportunity to talk with Michelle was driving me completely out of my mind.

Early in the evening, after we'd been sitting, flirting and mildly making out most of the afternoon, Brett suggested we go out for dinner, then a little dancing. The rest of us agreed.

Brett and I dressed in our rooms first. I hadn't brought many clothes but had brought my best shirt that I knew Michelle loved on me and thought was sexy. Every time I wore it, she wanted to run her hands all over my body. It'd seemed perfect for this trip. I finished dressing and waited in Brett's family room, visiting with Brett, while we waited for our ladies to join us.

Unfortunately, I realized I liked the guy. I could understand why Michelle had fallen for him the first time she'd met him, and even harder after spending all this time with him. He was witty, the conversationalist I'd always wanted to be, extremely friendly and extremely good looking. He seemed to have everything I didn't. It was also pretty obvious why he could develop professional relationships with his clients.

Kristen was ready first. She looked fantastic in her little black dress, coming just above her knees. It had little shoulder straps and was just translucent enough to show the black bra underneath it. Any man could go out with her with pride! It amazed me that she didn't have an entire stable of men eager to seduce her. I supposed that she likely presented a completely different persona as the CEO/owner of her business, and men were too intimidated by her professionalism. Their loss!

When Michelle walked down the stair, it was completely different. She had on a shimmering red dress, thin like tissue paper but totally opaque, revealing every nook and cranny of her body, especially the outline of her breasts and nipples. When she got to the bottom of the stairs and turned, it was backless with crisscrossed straps holding it tight on her. There was a faint outline of what appeared to be thong panties underneath it.

The combination of that dress; her blond hair in ringlets around her face; blue eyes with dark, smoky make-up; ruby red lips and gorgeous body; and that exotic perfume she was wearing, I was afraid that any second I might pass out. I could hardly hold back from rushing over and taking my wife in my arms. It was nearly impossible to stand with no emotion showing on my face and watch her go straight to Brett with a long, lingering kiss on his lips.

Brett took Michelle in his arms and led the way out to his driveway, with Kristen and me following, the two of us holding hands with our fingers intertwined like lovers. A long, sleek Hummer limo waited in his driveway. Brett opened the back door and the two ladies climbed in. Michelle sat in the back seat and Kristen in the forward seat that was facing backward. Brett and I climbed in afterward, sitting next to our respective dates. I couldn't help but glance down, but Michelle was holding her knees tightly together hiding the view I was hoping to get a glimpse of. Her dress was very high on her thighs, though, well above the lacy top of her silky stockings.

Brett opened the little bar beside him and poured each of us a small drink with ice. I didn't see what kind of alcohol it was but it was no doubt expensive. Brett clinked my glass and did a little toast, "To two beautiful and wonderful ladies."

Before taking my drink, I looked into Kristen's eyes and replied, "I can't agree with him more." Even though Kristen was about ten years older than me and Michelle, she was an incredible looking woman, and obviously very intelligent, being the owner and CEO of a very successful company. In reality, though, I was speaking to Michelle through Kristen.

Michelle did her own toast, looking at Brett, "To one of the sexiest men on the planet!" Well, at least she'd said "one of" the sexiest. I presumed that I was the other.

Kristen raised her glass to me, saying, "To the man I've been waiting for all my life." I blushed at that, we hardly knew each other. We met the evening before, slept together a total of one night and made love a total of zero times. Perhaps she was trying to make Michelle jealous.