Michelle called me a little after noon and said she was on her way home. I asked her how the dance was, and she said she'd tell me about it when she got home.
I'd been anxious ever since she left the day before. Today was the first day of our forced abstinence and if she had a seriously sexy story to tell me, I knew that I was in grave trouble already. It had been five days since we made love and I was already seriously horny. I had no clue in hell how I was going to survive the next thirty days with her, then another thirty days, knowing she was with Brett.
Michelle got home a little past four that afternoon. When she drove into our driveway, I went outside to meet her. I opened the door for her, and she scooted out of the car. It was obvious she'd taken the instructions from Brett seriously. She didn't hide the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. She was wearing a silky top that showed the outline of her breasts and nipples and a skirt just above her knees. God, she looked sexy! When she stood up, I started to take her in my arms and kiss her. She pushed me away with the words, "Honey, we can't do that." She wouldn't even let me kiss her on the cheek.
That night was the first of our forced abstinence. Brett was explicit, he wanted her to think she was his over the next month and be desperately horny. He hadn't said that in so many words, but it was pretty easy to ascertain from his requirements.
Shortly after she got home, she said she was really hungry, so we went out to dinner at the Olive Garden, and Michelle attracted looks everywhere she went. I wanted her so damn badly but knew we were off-limits to each other. Nothing in the contract said I couldn't tell her how much I loved her, though. It was hard saying those words and not taking her hand in mine and intertwining our fingers together. During dinner, I asked Michelle about the dance. "I enjoyed it," she said. "I guess it was a pretty typical dorm dance. We danced some, and Jeremy enjoyed showing me off to his friends." She told me she had fun playing pool like she used to in college.
"I didn't know you played pool in college," I told her.
"Yeah, when I used to go with Mike, we played quite a bit. I was actually pretty good."
I was a little surprised. That was the first time she'd ever mentioned playing pool in college. I imagined that being with a college crowd had probably brought back a lot of memories.
"Did you win?" I asked her.
"I won some and lost some, but I was pretty good. It's been so long since I played that most of the skill I did have was gone."
"Nothing else happened?" I asked her. I couldn't believe that she hadn't at least taken Jeremy back to her room.
"Not much. Jeremy wanted to go to my room with me, but I told him I'd been sick the last few days and was just too tired. I talked him into dancing with several of the girls his own age, and he enjoyed that. That was my goal with Jeremy anyway, so it turned out okay."
"Are you going to write about it, like you did his first date?"
She told me, "There's not a lot to write about, but I guess I could. It might be a little boring."
I wondered if there was something she wasn't telling me. It doesn't seem like she'd have driven all the way to Seattle for what sounded like a pretty dull dance. I guessed she didn't know how it'd turn out, and I did know she was still acting pretty tired even when she left. I hoped then that she would write about it, though.
We got home a little after ten, and Michelle said she was tired after driving all afternoon. I went to bed, and Michelle joined me just a few minutes later wearing her satin pajama-gown and nothing else. That's the one similar to what Ginger wore the night we were snowed in, in Pendleton. We'd always made love whenever she wore that gown. I knew it would be hard lying next to her and not make love with her.
She told me, "I have to buy some new nighties tomorrow. I haven't had a chance to yet." I'd forgotten about that. Michelle's contract said she was supposed to wear new nightgowns every night; new sexy nightgowns. I wondered, did he really expect her to buy thirty new nightgowns? He asked for the receipts to reimburse her, so I guessed he was serious. I had no idea how the hell I was going to handle that, being as horny as I already was!
I lay next to her, our hips barely touching and my cock raging hard in my shorts. I'd almost forgotten how much worse you want something when you know you can't have it. When Michelle and I withheld sex from each other those three weeks before her date with Mike, it was on our own terms. We could've broken that vow of abstinence if we wanted to badly enough. This was going to be completely different since it was entirely out of our hands.
I knew that if we cheated and made love together, that Brett would never know it. Michelle and I would, though. She'd given her word and that was important to both of us.
Sunday, Michelle insisted I go shopping with her in the mall. She dragged me to Victoria's Secret first. Michelle went through their nightgowns, holding the ones she liked up to her body to get my opinion. Given that Brett's purpose was to make her horny for the next month added to the fun. My cock was rock hard the whole time, thinking of her wearing a new nightie every night. She bought eight of the sexiest ones she found.
After Victoria's Secret, we went to the Bon-Marche, Penney's, Maurice's and some other stores, repeating the same process. At the end of the day, she'd bought thirty of the sexiest nighties in the mall. Some were short and satiny; several of the nicest were silk; some had bikini or thong panties that she likely wouldn't be wearing; and some were long, soft and flowing. The one thing they all had in common, was that they were sexy! She didn't scrimp on quality or pay any attention to how expensive they were since she knew we'd be reimbursed for them all. Her only criteria was that they had to be sexy. All together, they set our credit card back over two-thousand dollars.
The next couple weeks turned into a private hell for me! All I could think about was making love with my wife. She made it a point to be sexy every day and wore another one of those sexy nightgowns every night. We followed the rules religiously, never touching, never kissing, never making love. It was difficult for me, but much harder for my dear wife since she was the one constantly wearing the sexy clothes. We were a couple that had come to thrive on sex and physical contact. Now it was all being deprived of us, while at the same time Michelle was dressing to drive both of us mad.
Thank God she wasn't working. I don't think her law office would have approved of her sexy clothing.
Two and a half weeks into our forced torture, Michelle told me at dinner that she had a surprise for me. I looked at her quizzically, wondering what she was talking about. "You have a date Friday. She's a girl I met at work. We had been having lunches together, and she mentioned her lack of a love life after her husband passed away last year. I told her a little bit about our open relationship and asked if she'd consider a date with my husband."
"You what?" I stammered. I was looking at this unknown woman with my wide eyes.
"Well, I didn't actually make a date for you, but she said she'd love to."
This reminded me of the time my darling wife tricked me into spending a night with Jackie. "Hmm," I thought, "That hadn't turned out so badly." But then saner thoughts took over. I didn't really want another relationship. "Honey, I really don't want to. You're all I need."
My wife is nothing if not persuasive, and she couldn't help but throw a guilt trip on me. "Sweetie, I'm going to be gone with another man for a month. I'm going to be having a good time, and I don't want to worry about you here by yourself the whole time. Please go out with her just once, and if you don't like her I won't say another word." Then she went on, "But I know you'll love her. She's fun and pretty." Then she added with a smile on her face, "And she's horny, and I know you are too!" She was damn right about that last part!
