Thank you for the response to Chapter 1. In this chapter, Frank continues to lead his young wife on her sexual awakening. If you haven't already, I suggest you read the first chapter. It's a long read, but necessary for important character development. Enjoy!!
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Michelle straightened her legs, pointed her toes and leaned back, pulling hard on the bench swing, causing it to gently rock on the long white ropes stretching down from the limbs of the old oak tree. As the swing moved, she cocked her head back and peered up at the falling leaves gliding their way down from the top branches, through the fading afternoon sunlight to the ground beneath her feet. She loved this garden, this secret place where she could hide from the hustle and bustle of her everyday life. She often came here at the end of the day to collect her thoughts as she waited for Frank to return home from work.
This was Michelle's sanctuary. A cathedral with a canopy of intertwined tree branches, walls of honeysuckle, magnolia and butterfly bushes; a floor decorated with beds full of flowers encircling a small island of thick, lush grass which framed her swing. At intervals along the wall, oak trees stood like massive decorative pillars and if one could find an opening in nature's protective veil they would see a moss encrusted cedar fence to further block the prying eyes of her neighbors, all jealous of her youth and beauty; and all in admiration of her virtue and poise.
Michelle projected an image out in the busy world with her country club friends and neighbors. To be honest, it was more than just an image because an image cannot be lived, it can only be projected. She had to be true to herself and that meant she had to live a life that modeled virtue and she did exactly that. Even though it sapped her strength and she found it emotionally draining, she carried herself as she knew she must. Michelle would never admit to her friends she took pride in how she lived; but she did and she would sometimes tell Frank that she was proud of her strength of character and she enjoyed knowing her peers thought highly of her. Sadly, her admissions to Frank were often followed by a sigh, indicating her emotional fatigue.
But here in her secret garden she could allow the other facets of her personality to surface. She could be vulnerable and delicate like the flowers on the honeysuckle that helped to hide her from view. Yes, here in her secret garden she could open up her mind and let it roam free and like today, she often let her fingers drift inside her panties to diddle with her clit as her thoughts drifted back to the adventures Frank had orchestrated for her over the course of her summer of sexual awakening.
Michelle stopped pulling and let the swing glide effortlessly back and forth, the energy draining from the long ropes, each pass shorter than the one it followed. Michelle slid her index finger into her slit, then pulled it out, her own moisture with it and onto her clit while wondering if there was anything Frank could ask of her that she wouldn't do and she was certain there wasn't; and she rubbed her clit faster as she thought of how he had put her into situations where she could expose herself to men. The sounds of children playing in the adjacent yards and their mother's occasional calls found their way across the fence and through the wall of shrubs and trees as Michelle pulled her feet up onto the swing, letting her white sundress fall down her legs and bunch around her waist as she spread her knees wide apart. She pulled the gusset of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy and leaned her head back as she played with herself; the sounds of her neighbors eventually fading from her consciousness; replaced by the sounds running through her mind; the sounds of men's lewd comments as she posed for them.
She didn't intend to continue, but the nasty thoughts wouldn't leave so she gave up her resistance and played with her tender nub until she came. And when she did, her legs tightened around her hand and her eyes closed shut and the swing's ropes twisted together, spinning her around as her body contorted in excitement. She often did this when she was all alone with her thoughts and would sometimes tell Frank, but most of the time she wouldn't. She loved him and thought everything should be shared between a man and wife, but she was also shy; and masturbating was such a private thing. Besides, Frank had told her to play with herself more frequently and stop trying to resist her urges. "Embrace them and let them wander through your mind as you go about your day," he had said to her several times.
Afterwards, Michelle made her way back to the house, passing their pool and hot tub on the way and throwing a few flowers into the clear water before proceeding further. She felt refreshed and full of energy, and she was excited because Frank had promised to tell her all about a surprising development when he came home from work.
"I love you, Sweetheart!" Frank said after setting his briefcase onto his desk and pulling Michelle into him for a kiss.
"I love you too!" Michelle answered and pressed her lips to his, grateful he was finally home from work.
They exchanged the events of their day over a cocktail. Frank, dissecting the meetings and telephone conversations he had with clients and Michelle explaining the busy social activities with her friends and acquaintances. They worked as a two person team, complementing each other's work. Michelle's networking often resulted in clients for Frank and eventually in very profitable relationships and business deals. May/December relationships are often this way. An older, more mature husband with a younger, beautiful wife can be so much more of a fulfilling marriage than the societal norm. Frank and Michelle spoke of their age difference frequently, always in affectionate terms, both appreciative of their relationship.
They were dressing for a banquet at the country club and Frank had still not divulged the 'surprising development' to Michelle. She knew he was holding out on her, waiting for the right time but she was anxious to hear about it, especially because she had detected an excitement in his voice when he first brought up the subject on the phone earlier that morning.
"Okaaay," she chided him. "Are you planning of telling me or not?"
Frank knew what she was talking about without asking her to explain further, and a smile curled across his face as he answered. "You'll never guess who called this morning, Michelle."
She leaned into him and crossed her wrists behind his neck as she flirted. "A secret admirer of yours? Or maybe a jilted lover from your past?" She balanced on one leg, the other pulled up behind her knee as she waited for his answer.
He gave Michelle a firm spank on her bottom, earning a playful yelp!
"Trevor Collins invited us over for an intimate dinner this Saturday evening."
Michelle felt an immediate sense of excitement. After all, she had spent an evening hosting a men's poker party at Trevor's home earlier that summer. It was an elegant, expansive house and in Frank's presence she had flirted and teased Trevor and his male guests over the course of several hours. She had allowed the men to take liberties, feeling up her breasts and bottom, even allowing a few of them the opportunity to play with her pussy in exchange for substantial tips. She was aroused the entire evening and after the game she was treated with the pleasure of meeting Trevor's wife, Gloria.
"Gloria is such an exciting lady!" she responded. "Did you accept his invitation?"
"Of course! We're expected at eight."
"Oh, Frank! We'll have so much fun!"
Throughout the banquet dinner Michelle thought of nothing else but the invitation. She was excited and worried at the same time. She worried that Max would be attending the dinner but she was hesitant to ask. She knew Frank would tell her when she needed to know. If the previous months had taught her anything, it was to trust Frank to know what she needed and when she needed it. Michelle had finally accepted that he knew her inner desires better than she did. He had proven it time after time.
The next day, Frank instructed her to go shopping for a new dress for Friday's dinner. "Make sure you purchase an entire ensemble, Baby." he had reminded her as she opened the door to leave for her favorite dress shops.
