Secondary, and oddly nearly as depressingly, he had no doubt that she and Dom were more into the plan than Katja. That, in fact, Katja may not have wanted to go along with it at all, and was being pressured. Her tearful phone call still claimed a large place in his thoughts.
The real twist of the knife, though, was that it was also clear that Michelle wasn’t lying. Not about loving him. Not about believing that her ludicrous plan would pan out just as she wanted. The looks she was shooting him over her shoulder were just as gushing as they’d been the first time she’d confessed how head-over-heels she was for him, back when they’d been so young.
So now he had a choice to make. Burn down his life in the desperate hope that he’d be happier starting over completely… or stay, endure, and adapt. He laughed bitterly to himself. Do I call time of death, or make one more try to suture the bleeding artery?
“Two days a week with Dom. Monday morning and Friday morning. He doesn’t work then, and you do, so you won’t even know I’m not around. One month.” Michelle filled him in on the proposed schedule with a hopeful look. At least she made it sound like she was negotiating. “A mere four weeks, and then the magic starts. That’s not too bad… right? Like back in college when we had morning classes. It’ll be a blink, then done.”
Ed stared back at those worried, hopeful, delusional, pleading, love-filled green eyes, then sighed. Suture it is, god help me. Feeling like a damned fool, he nodded, then raised his chin. “Alright, but I have conditions.” Michelle, grinning ear-to-ear, nodded back eagerly. “One; you don’t mention his name to me or relate what you’re doing. Not even a hint. Not even once. Two; you erase any thought of anything approaching sloppy seconds. I don’t want even a black light to show a trace of him on you when you’re anywhere close to my vicinity.”
“Of course, I would nev–”
“Three; one month is one month. Then it’s over. I mean over. I’ll be taking a sabbatical and using that time to get the house on the market. We’re moving.”
That got the reaction out of her he was expecting. “Ed, no!” Michelle actually, literally stomped a foot at that. “We had this house custom built! Every brick, every board, every nail is put exactly where we wanted. This place…” She rolled her head on her neck, trying to look everywhere. “This home is… it’s a physical representation of our dreams!”
Ed stared back at her. Just stared. Michelle hunched her shoulders. “I… Okay, how about this; at the end of the month, if you haven’t come around, haven’t been completely convinced that I was right… then I’ll help you put it up for sale.”
She was so confident, it was dumbfounding. Still, Ed knew that this was his line in the sand. And yet, he tried to soften himself, even going so far as to smile. “Gorgeous, are you going to let this deal fall through, or are you going to recognize that equal exchange is equal exchange?”
She didn’t seem to know how to take that. She obviously liked that he was using her pet name again, but wanted to scowl that he wasn’t budging. Finally, she settled for narrowing her eyes and giving him a tight smile. “Fine. Deal.” She eased a bit, and her smile grew sly. If she thought she wasn’t like a neon sign to the man she’d spent every day with since forever, she was wrong. Ed absolutely knew that she was assuming she could change his mind down the road. Never in this life, sweetheart. Whatever else happens, it’ll happen far from him, one way or another.
He sat there in silence then, detached, not even acknowledging that it was done. Michelle tilted her head at him. “So… we have this weekend, which I plan to make absolutely fabulous use of, and then Monday morning it starts.” Her smile was so guileless, so happy, he almost returned it.
Almost. He settled for a nod, then stood. “I need…” He sighed. “I need a shower.” To a slew of assents and promises of a fantastic next few days, Ed trudged up the stairs. He nearly stopped to say one last thing to her, but held himself back. After all, what use would it be to point out that his wife, in all her talk about fucking another man, had seemed to completely forget that, even though he had no desire for it, the entire deal was supposed to have been a two-way street?
Gonna be a long month.
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Dominik’s rumbling groan was music to Michelle’s ears. The taste of him filling her mouth was ambrosia on her tongue. The feel of taking his seed into her stomach with long, hungry gulps was the warmth of the summer sun. The tingle of her scalp under the strong, dexterous fingers entangled in her silky black hair was electricity. With the man’s still-turgid member between her working lips, Michelle smiled. I’m ready.
With that thought, she gave a small, happy mewl and took him deeper, using her throat muscles when her nose nuzzled into his trimmed yellow pubic hair. Her pride was indescribable in that moment. I finally did it! Dom’s groan became a full-blown growl as he bucked his hips up and continued filling his partner, and she put her hands over his where they gripped her hair, letting him know that she could take it.
After seconds that felt like days, Michelle had milked him dry, and she felt him soften on her tongue. With a real reluctance, she extracted him from her mouth, her throat, but, not done yet, she rested her head on his thigh and proceeded to lick and kiss the fantastic instrument while lightly stroking it with her delicate fingers in an act of grateful worship.
Dom stroked her hair affectionately for some seconds before speaking. “Better than Monday, Misha.”
She looked up then to see him smile down at her approvingly, and flushed in embarrassment. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m… sorry about that. It was the first day, and I was too self-conscious.” That was an understatement. Head full of Ed and one of their most deeply-bonding weekends together, Michelle had been as recalcitrant as a teenager playing spin the bottle for the first time when she had practically tiptoed her way over to the Novaks’ home at the beginning of the week. Of course, master that he was, Dominik had chased any and all misgivings right out of her after the greatest cunnilingus she’d ever experienced. Still, they had unnecessarily wasted a bit of time, and she bemoaned it.
After the delay at getting to the sex that Monday morning, the deadline of ten o’clock that she’d agreed to with Ed seemed almost unfair, and now, on Friday’s round two, she was determined to make up for it.
Dominik lifted Michelle off the floor and out of her reminiscence both, gently directing her and positioning her on his bed. She felt so sexy that way, lying naked on top of the covers with her big boobs splayed and rolling across her chest. When Dom began lightly tracing patterns across her flat stomach, teasing her navel and then retreating to her pubis, where they jumped to her thigh, then around and about, over and over in a heady rush of unpredictable sensation, and his other hand began plying the open flesh of her breasts…