Michelle's Wedding - Sex Stories

Michelle's Wedding

... thankfully, the roads had cleared up from a storm earlier in the week. I was pretty nervous about the upcoming weekend. I’m an emotional guy anyway and I knew that seeing my wife (I still considered her my wife) marrying another man to become his was going to be more than a little difficult for me. By the time we left Friday afternoon, I was a bundle of nerves. Jacqui holding my hand and reassuring me along the way was definitely helping to calm my nerves. Their house wasn’t difficult to find with our GPS. Our first reaction when we saw it was that it certainly was a beautiful home, fairly isolated from neighbors on Lake Washington. Mike greeted us and showed us to our room. He was a very gracious host and it was hard for me to have any ill will toward him, since I had encouraged Michelle to have the affair with him. And, it was that affair that had eventually introduced me to Jacqui. After helping me carry our bags to our room, Mike showed us around the rest of the house. It was dark and pretty cold outside, so we didn’t see very much of the outside, except that it was very impressive. After he showed us around, he said that Michelle would be back later and he had to stay in a hotel that night so he wouldn’t see her until the wedding. As he turned to go, he winked at me and told me to have a good night. I wasn’t sure exactly what that was supposed to mean, but assumed he knew what Jacqui and I would be doing later in a new environment. Little did I understand what it ...

... really meant! Our bedroom and the adjacent bedroom shared a bathroom, which Mike had pointed out to us. He said not to worry about the other room, since no one was using it that night. It was nearly ten-thirty when Jacqui and I retired to our room. I washed up, shaved and brushed my teeth, getting ready for bed. Then Jacqui took her overnight bag in the bathroomto get herself ready for bed. I lay in bed, imagining the goddess that would soon be snuggling in with me. As Jacqui often did, she asked me to close my eyes before opening the door into our room. I heard the door open, then soft footsteps toward our bed. Then I felt Jacqui’s weight on the edge of the bed and finally her lips on mine, my eyes still closed. The instant I felt her lips and the soft, silky nightgown, I recognized them. My eyes popped wide open to a glorious, beautiful Michelle on the bed next to me, wearing our nightgown, the one from our own wedding night. There was my beautiful Michelle, whom I hadn’t seen for over three months, snuggling her body next to mine! I started to stammer and stutter in my confusion, “Michelle? What, what, where’s Jacqui?” “She’s next door in the other room, perfectly comfortable.” I was still trying to get my thoughts in some kind of order, “What are you doing here? I thought you were at a party?” Michelle smiled at me, that smile that lights up an entire room, “I am, you’re my party tonight.” “But, Mike, what about him? You’re marrying him tomorrow.” “I know, he helped me plan ...