The plane arrived on time, right at 7:45 PM. Fifteen minutes later, I saw Michelle walking down the lobby, wearing the leather skirt and sweater, no bra. She looked just as I had envisioned, like a goddess in a dream, so unbelievably beautiful. When she got to me, she wrapped herself around me and gave me one of the best, most emotional kisses of our lives. Obviously, her modesty toward public displays of affection had dissipated significantly over the weekend.
When she finally broke away from kissing me, she told me, "Honey, I love you so much. Tonight, our new life begins!" Those were the sweetest words I had ever heard! My wonderful wife was home and she was still mine. I had brought her wedding ring to the airport with me and slipped it back on her finger. I'm sure that the people in the terminal who were watching us kiss, then me putting the ring on her finger undoubtedly thought I was proposing to her after a long separation. That's almost how I felt too and the separation seemed a lot longer than two days. It had been the longest two days of my life!
When I got my emotions back in control a little bit, I couldn't help but to ask her very quietly, "Are there panties under that skirt?"
She smiled at me, "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you."
I wanted to get her into bed! She could start telling me about her weekend later. In the car, it was hard to keep my eyes on the road; I took my hand from the steering wheel and gave Michelle's thigh a squeeze. My hand moved slowly up her leg until I was sure; No, she wasn't wearing any panties. I just about lost control of my hard cock as I gently caressed my wife's pussy and she moaned, with her hand over mine pushing my fingers inside her.
As soon as we got home, we headed straight for the bedroom. Once the bedroom door was closed, we wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed. As passionately as Michelle and I have kissed in the past, I don't ever remember a kiss like this one. Our tongues were intertwined, Michelle was sucking on my bottom lip, I was in such a haze of desire and we kissed every inch of each other's faces. I pulled off her clothes and kissed the sweet skin underneath; her neck, shoulders, hips, belly, calves, knees thighs...
Michelle and I hadn't ever had rough sex before. But that night I was so horny and had to fuck her and fuck her hard. We couldn't get out of our clothes fast enough. When we finally were on the bed naked, Michelle was already so wet that I plunged into her, forcing out her gasps and moans as she seemed to love it. Her hips were thrusting into mine every bit as hard as I was thrusting into her, screaming, "Fuck me Robert, fuck me!" But she had not waited as long as me; she had been fucking Mike all weekend. I fucked her fast and slow, never letting her anticipate my thrusting. God how I loved the expression on her face as I rammed my cock deep inside her, or slipped every inch out...leaving her begging for me to fuck her. I tried desperately to take my time. This was so good I wanted it to last. I'd slip my cock out of her all together and finger fuck her for a while, or flick her clit with my tongue while I tried to recover my composure, but she just wanted my cock. It didn't take long after over three weeks of the most excruciating deprivation ever that I was coming inside her, the most intense orgasm I've ever had, with Michelle bucking and screaming under me.
After Michelle and I fucked and we were finally able to catch our breath and able to talk, I asked her to tell me about her trip. "Honey," she started, "I don't think you really want to know all the details. It didn't go exactly like you were expecting."
"How so? And, yes, I really do want to hear details, I need to know what you and Mike did, what you said to each other, mostly I'm curious to hear about your sex life in Seattle."
"Okay, but don't tell me I didn't warn you. I hope you still feel the same way after I tell you some of it."
"Honey, I love you, nothing is going to change that."
"You remember those two texts I sent you, Saturday and Sunday morning? The ones where I said Mike and I fucked each other all night long."
"How could I not remember?"
"To be honest, I sent those because I knew that's what you wanted to hear. Mike and I didn't fuck each other." She paused a moment then went on, "well there was once, after we went swimming Saturday."
"I don't understand. You never made love with Mike, except one time?"
"That's not what I said at all. I said we didn't fuck. To me, there's a difference between fucking and making love. You and I just fucked. And it was absolutely wonderful! But, what Mike did was make love to me. Remember in January, when I first told you about Mike and you asked when the last time I saw Mike was? I told you it was the night after our graduation, then I went to his place and it was the first time we had made love, rather than just having sex. That's how it was this trip, we made love... a lot... and it was almost always tender and loving. I think it's a bit ironic. You anticipate Mike and I fucking the whole weekend, but we make love. Then when I come home, I get fucked by my loving husband! I'm not complaining, just struck me as a bit funny."
"The first night, Mike came to the hotel to pick me up and met me in my room. I had touched myself like you asked right before and was so horny when he got there. I wanted to fuck when he first walked in the room and I saw how sexy he still is. Mike came in, looked at me and took me in his arms and kissed me. And, I kissed him back, just as hard. I had on the blouse and bra you sent and started to unbutton it when Mike stopped me and told me no, that could wait until later. God, I didn't want to wait, but Mike insisted."
"Then he took me to the Trinity Nightclub for dinner. We ordered a really nice seafood dinner, but neither of us was hungry, except for each other. We sat in the club and kissed, Mike put his hands on the inside of my thigh, up to my panties, but no higher. Honey, I can't even begin to tell you how bad I wanted him. I wanted his fingers inside me, I wanted his lips on my breasts, I wanted his mouth covering my pussy. It was all I could think about, that I wanted Mike to fuck me."
"After dinner, we sat in our booth doing a lot of talking, asking about each other. I know you didn't want me to mention our marriage, but it was really hard to avoid. We did a lot of kissing and dancing and the whole time we were there, I didn't want anything worse than to be fucked, just like you expected, but the only thing Mike would do was kiss me and hold me tight to him." Michelle lay beside me, eyes closed with a dreamy expression on her face, until she finally started again. "I was so afraid that you might send me a text asking me not to go through with it."
"The surprise came when we got back to the hotel. What I wanted and expected was a frantic session of fucking. But, Mike undressed me, then himself and lay down beside me, both of us naked. He kissed me, sucked on my breasts until I could hardly stand it. He kissed down my stomach to my pussy. Oh God, I was in heaven! I could only take that for a couple minutes and pushed him away, telling him that I wanted him inside me. I wanted to come with him inside me."
"Mike stopped, but still wouldn't fuck me. He told me that he had waited sixteen years and was going to savor every second." Then, her voice dropped to a whisper, "Mike told me that he loved me sixteen years ago and had never forgotten me, but didn't expect to ever see me again as he kissed me again. He made me feel so special and sexy!"
