Chapter 23: Sharing my wife: A date with Ginger 002

When we sat between dances our fingers were intertwined and our heads together in short kisses and whispering sweet nothings to each other. We’d almost forgotten about the pictures until we realized the dance was nearly over so hurried back to the photographer. We waited our turn and sat down at his assistant’s desk, looking at the pictures on her computer. Oh, My God, those pictures were sensuous! The close-ups he took of us kissing were so seductive. The full body pictures showed Ginger’s dress open at the slit, exposing her sexy legs. I had no idea if Ginger would dare show any of them to her husband, but I knew Michelle would love them.

We picked out six of the very best, and I gave her my credit card to buy two of each of them. I didn’t even know what they cost but didn’t care. I’m sure the young lady wondered why we needed two of each, assuming we were a married couple since we each had our wedding rings. I thought about telling her that one copy was for Ginger and her husband and the other me and my wife.

Afterward, we put our precious photos on our table and danced two more songs before we decided to call it a night. We retrieved our coats, and when we stepped outside, it was still snowing. There was six inches or so of snow making everything more than beautiful outside. The valet had swept the snow off the car before bringing it to the protected, porte-cochere.

I was glad I’d had the foresight to put on the snow tires a few weeks before. The roads weren’t plowed, and there was little traffic, so we were mostly driving through unpacked, powdery snow to the Red Lion. On the way, I asked Ginger if she wanted to call Eric one last time to be sure he was still okay with what was about to happen. She told me, “No, if he’s not I don’t want to know it right now.”

I looked over at her, pleased that she wasn’t calling him. I remembered the first time Michelle was with Mike and the angst I went through that night, but stop her? Not in my wildest dreams would I have asked her to stop! I hoped Eric felt the same way I had.

I dropped Ginger off under the hotel’s porte-cochere and parked the car. It was a good thing we had reservations because with the snow storm the hotel parking lot was nearly full. Thankfully, the hotel had been shoveling their walks pretty continuously. I checked in, we received our keys and walked to the elevator and down the hall to our room.

When we arrived, I was nearly breathless with wanting Ginger. I stood in awe for a moment, watching Ginger undo the clasp in her beautiful hair letting it fall around her shoulders. We stepped together, our lips meeting, my shaking hands caressing her face as we kissed. We’d kissed before, even at the dance a little earlier, but never like this. Now we were alone, and I could show her how I truly felt about her. I caressed her face with my fingers with her soft lips on mine, letting my repressed emotions from the past several months drain through me into that kiss. I knew from her response that she was feeling the same emotions as I was.

I backed away slightly, looking into her beautiful green eyes, and slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting her silk dress fall away from her beautiful body, leaving her totally naked in front of me. The words haven’t yet been invented to express how badly I wanted this woman standing in front of me. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently sucked, eliciting a slow and steady moan from Ginger’s mouth.

I released her nipple and resumed our kiss, caressing her lips with mine. My emotions and lust from the long evening and months of waiting for this moment were coming full force as my hands roamed her body.

Ginger lay down on the bed, her red hair fanned out around her face, and I began removing my clothing, reveling in the expression on her face as I removed my suit jacket, tie, shirt, then slacks and finally my boxers to the floor. I climbed onto the bed, and we kissed once again. I wanted to make love with this woman. But even more, I wanted to simply love her. This was different than anything I’d ever experienced before; this feeling of love that engulfed me as we both explored each other’s naked bodies with our hands and mouths.

These emotions are what I’d feared and longed for the last several months. It was why I had been so reluctant to do what we were now doing. I knew I was in love with her, and this could only be a beginning.

Ginger rolled onto her back, pulling me with her. Then she looked into my eyes and said, “Please, make love to me.”

I watched her beautiful face as my cock found her entrance, and I was slowly engulfed in her warmth. Ginger wrapped her legs around my hips, and her face was grimaced with her lips forming that ‘O’ that I’d seen so many times on Michelle’s face.

When I was fully impaled inside her, I leaned down and kissed her lips once again, feeling them open to me and her tongue feeling mine. We stayed like that for what seemed an eternity of bliss before I withdrew and slowly began making love to her. Ginger’s hips were keeping time with my thrusts, each time going deeper inside her. We became more frantic, unable to maintain the kiss as our orgasms neared.

I hadn’t been with a woman since Michelle left fourteen days ago, and the warmth and love I was feeling with Ginger was overwhelming. When I finally came, I could feel how big and hard my cock was so deep inside her and my orgasm was overwhelming! When I had finally finished spurting my life inside Ginger, I still felt her spasming around me. Her body was shuddering, her eyes tightly shut and her hips pushed up off the bed. I wished I had a camera at that moment to record the ecstasy on her face.

Ginger finally relaxed and released her grip on my cock. I had softened a little, but not enough to withdraw from her. We rolled onto our sides and held each other, our cheeks together. As we lay there, feeling each other’s breath, I thought about Michelle’s video and realized this is how it is between her and Shaun.

I tried to remember what it had been like the first time with Michelle. Our first time was so long ago, and that feeling can’t ever be recreated. That was the only other ‘first time’ with a woman I knew I truly loved. In the last couple years, there’d been other first times, sometimes incredible. But nothing like this, even that first time with Jacqui I was nervous and unsure of myself. That was sex, and it had been incredible, but it wasn’t like this had been with Ginger.

As I lay there, my arms around Ginger and my cock still embedded inside her warmth, I wondered, “What now?” I knew that Ginger loved her husband, and I love Michelle with all my heart. Where does that leave Ginger and me? I knew I couldn’t simply say this was one night and let her go, but we’d both return to our spouses. Could we do this again? Or I guess my bigger question was, “How could we NOT do this again—and again and again?”

Ginger and I finally went to sleep, my arms still around her.