Prelude to a Cruise

"Thank you, I love Tulips. How did you know?"

I decided honesty would be the best policy. "I didn't. I wanted something pretty for you and I thought they were beautiful." Then she kissed me on my cheek. Her perfume smelled heavenly. She'd already put me at ease, relieving much of my nervousness. My initial reaction to her was that she seemed to be a fun, very happy person.

I asked her if she'd like to accompany me to dinner and she said she'd love to. I followed her to my car, admittedly admiring the view. She had a very nice, feminine figure. She was wearing a pair of slacks and a purple blouse to contrast with her fair complexion and wavy, shoulder-length, brown hair.

I opened the car door, letting her slide in. As I walked to my side of the car, I tried to figure out how old she might be. I suspected she was pretty close to my age, maybe a few years younger, the mid to late thirties probably.

I took her to my favorite restaurant, the Black Angus. We had a fantastic meal and I loved talking with her. She told me about her husband, how he'd passed away a little over a year ago from cancer. I found it amazing that after such a tragedy she was such a happy person.

I asked her about that. She told me, "Before he died, he told me he wanted me to enjoy my life. I could either feel sorry for myself or do what he'd asked. Yes, I miss him, but I'd rather honor him by enjoying life."

What a brave, fantastic person I was sitting with, I thought. Everything she said made me like her more. Then she changed the subject, "Did Michelle tell you I'm a pilot?"

"You mean an airplane pilot? No, she didn't. Are you serious? What kind of plane?"

"I have a little two-seat Super Piper Cub. Would you like a ride sometime?"

I couldn't help but grin. One of my biggest fantasies has always been to fly in a small plane. "I'd absolutely love it. I've always wanted to do that."

"Is tomorrow too soon? I'd love to take you up."

My grin gave me away. I was thrilled and couldn't wait. "I'm free, you name the time."

"How about if you meet me at my house around eight. It's so beautiful in the sky at sunset."

"Can I take you to dinner again? Maybe pick you up at six?"

Now it was her turn to grin, "Sounds like a plan."

We spent the rest of the evening talking about various things. She told me how she came to have the pilot's license, something she'd always wanted to do. She said her husband had talked her into taking the lessons a few years ago, and she's enjoyed flying ever since. She bought the plane with her insurance money as a final gift from her husband.

I was more than impressed at what an independent woman Diana was. When Michelle had told me that Diana was someone she'd met through work, she hadn't told me, that Diana actually owned her own auditing business. She has four employees, including three other auditors and her office manager.

We weren't sitting in Trisha's section, but Trisha had seen me and stopped at our table in a brief lull. I introduced Trisha to Diana, explaining to Diana that she was a long-time friend. Trisha said she and her husband had gone back together and thanked me and Michelle for prompting her to reach back out to him. I'd already heard that and told her how happy we both were for her. I think our conversation impressed Diana as she asked me how we'd helped her.

"I don't know. I guess maybe just showing her that she could put her problems with him in the right perspective and to help her to realize she still loved him."

It actually did feel pretty good that between Jacqui, Michelle and me, we'd helped bring a couple back together. Trisha and I had a lot of fun together, including finding out about her flying kitty-cat (a series of dreams she revealed when she'd been hypnotized at the Main Street show of the Pendleton Round-Up, then again that night in our hotel room). I liked her a lot and was happy for her.

We sat in the Black Angus talking until shortly after their closing at eleven. Then we sat in the car and continued talking and learning about each other. We held hands, but I didn't want to go further than that until we got to know each other more. Jacqui and I had slept together on our first date, then went through a dating process. Yes, I definitely wanted to sleep with Diana but wanted to do it in the right order and when she was ready.

We realized it was past midnight, and I drove her back to her house. At her front door, she didn't invite me in but told me what a wonderful evening she had. I told her I had too. Before I left she kissed me on the lips. Her lips were soft and pliant and I felt just the littlest bit of her tongue tickling my lips. When she broke away, she seemed to make me a very nice promise, "Tomorrow," she said. I told her how much I was looking forward to seeing her again.

My heels felt like clicking together as I walked back to my car. I liked this girl a lot and knew it would be very easy to fall for her.

I drove slowly toward home, making a few detours along the way and didn't get home until nearly one AM. I couldn't have been more pleased with my first blind date.

Michelle was still up, waiting for me. I wasn't sure why, since I knew she expected me to spend the night with Diana. As soon as I walked in, she asked me, "Well, how'd it go? Did you like her?"

I grinned at my Michelle, "It was fantastic! You were right, she's a wonderful girl."

She patted the couch next to her, "Well, sit down and tell me about it."

"Let's go to bed first." When she exited the bathroom wearing another one of her new nighties, I had to close my eyes for a little bit and gather my strength for what I was about to do. She looked so damned sexy and I was so damned horny! That kiss from Diana hadn't helped calm my libido either. Oh, how I wanted to take Michelle into my arms and make mad, passionate love with her!

Usually, when we related our stories to each other, we did it while we were making love, adding immeasurably to our sexual excitement.

"Diana and I had so much fun. We went to the Black Angus and sat in one of the back booths where we had privacy. We slid as far back as we could and I kissed her. Her lips are so silky soft. She kissed me back as eagerly as I was kissing her." I paused a little bit to let that picture soak into Michelle's mind. I watched as Michelle's tongue sexily caressed her lips. It was obvious how badly she wanted me to kiss her like I'd allegedly kissed Diana.

I thought that at least the part about Diana's lips being so soft was the truth. I was already hard but my thoughts about those lips were making me even harder and difficult to breathe. It brought back memories of the time at the Black Angus when I was there with Michelle and Shaun. Trisha had interrupted a passionate kiss between them. I couldn't help but smile, as I remembered explaining to Trisha that I was Michelle's husband and Shaun was her boyfriend.

I went on, stretching the truth a little more to Michelle, "When the waiter brought our dinner, we couldn't take our eyes off each other. The only thing I wanted was to get back to her house." I watched Michelle starting to rub her hands on her hips and gyrate them slightly while she softly moaned.

"When we finally finished dinner and drove back to Diana's, we didn't make it past her couch until we were fumbling with our clothes and kissing." I moaned, partly for effect and partly because the story I was telling was turning me on too. "When Diana unhooked her bra, and I took her perfect nipples in my mouth I thought I was going to die young. Her skin is so soft and my hands were all over her."

"Remember that first time you and Shaun made love; how you told me your started stripping as soon as you were in his house, and he was inside you almost before you were on the bed? That's how it was with me and Diana. God, honey it felt so good when I slipped inside her."

Michelle had pushed her panties down off of her and had spread her legs apart with her hand going between her legs when I stopped her. She was writhing and moaning incoherently when I held her hand from touching herself.

I went on with my little tale, "I could tell when Diana's orgasm hit her. It was her first time with a man in a year, and she's definitely a screamer."

Michelle's hips were writhing, and her head was rolling back and forth as she moaned. I held her hands so she couldn't touch herself. She finally said something understandable, "Honey, please let me come, just once!"

I wanted to let her do that so badly, with my cock buried deep inside her! Her moans were getting louder, and I was afraid she might come without a single touch to her pussy. "Did you know Diana is a pilot and owns her own airplane?"

"What? No, Oh God!" I was still holding Michelle's hands away from her so she couldn't even rub her hips like she'd been doing earlier.

"She's going to take me up tomorrow after I take her to dinner again. Oh, by the way, everything I just told you ... none of it happened. We just talked the whole evening."

Michelle's eyes popped open and she looked straight at me, "You bastard! You did that on purpose."

I couldn't help but chuckle, "Yep I did. And it was so much fun. Now go to sleep."

The next morning Michelle was a little cool to me. I was in the kitchen with my morning ice tea reading my kindle when she came in wearing the same nightgown. Her hair was a mess, no makeup, no panties. God, she was sexy! She went to the refrigerator for the milk, then poured herself a bowl of vanilla almond cereal without even looking at me.

She finally looked at me and I was pleased to see a smile start across her face. "I have to admit that last night was kind of fun. You're pretty convincing with your stories you know."

"She really is a pilot and has a plane, a Piper Cub. You didn't know that?"

"No, she never mentioned it to me."

Watching my wife dressed like she was made having a normal conversation with her very difficult. My cock started to get hard again in my boxers. Naturally, Michelle noticed, "Looks like someone's starting to wake up this morning."

"Yeah, it's kind hard not to, the way you're dressed."

She made it a point to look down at me and licked her lips, making an intentional smacking noise. "I know how I could help you. But you know about the no-touching rule."

Now the teasing was definitely on the other foot. "I think I better get dressed."

I got up and was walking down the hall to our bedroom when I heard Michelle behind me, "I'm just going to wear this for a while. I'm so comfortable."

Oh, how I was looking forward to my date with Diana that evening! My wife was driving me to total distraction.

It was a nice, warm day and the grass was getting tall, so I figured what better way to kill some time and use up a little energy than mowing the lawn. I pulled the mower out of the garage and started with the front yard. When I moved to the back, the view was a little distracting. Michelle had changed into one of her string bikinis and was sunning herself on our back deck.

I finished a little after two and joined Michelle with a glass of ice tea and a tuna fish sandwich she'd made. It was a little hard to avert my eyes from her sexy body and she enjoyed me looking (leering was more accurate). I didn't even try to disguise my lust. She asked about my date that evening and I told her we're going to dinner, then Diana's taking me up in her plane.

"And after that?"

"I'm hoping she'll invite me in. If so, I might not make it home tonight."

"You liked her then, huh?"

"Yeah, I think I could learn to like her a lot. She's amazing. How anyone can be as fun-loving and happy after losing her husband only a year ago is incredible."

"She's never told me very much about her husband."

"Apparently, before he died, he told her he wanted her to enjoy the rest of her life, so she's determined to do it."

"I'm glad. I really like her and I was sure you would too."

"I guess I have to tell you, thank you for the blind date."

"You're welcome. I'll enjoy my cruise that much more knowing you're with someone nice." Then she added, "If you're not coming home tonight, I think I'll spend the night with Shaun."

I squinted my eyes at her a little bit, "I'm not certain about spending the night, but I don't mind if you go to Shaun's. Does he know about the 'no touching' rule? You know he's going to try to make love with you, don't you? Can you be trusted with him?"

"Yes dear, I can be trusted."

"You weren't very trustworthy last night, were you?"

"That's because you were intentionally torturing me!"

"And Shaun's going to be intentionally trying to make love with you. Can you stop him when you're going to want it as bad or worse?"

"Sweetheart, I know I can't make love with him."

"Okay, I trust you. What are you going to wear with him?"

"I have clothes there, and I'll take one of the new nighties."

I couldn't help but notice her nipples getting harder under her bikini. "I want to pick one out for you to wear with him."

I went to the drawer where she was keeping the new ones she hadn't worn yet. Just handling them was driving me crazy. There was one, in particular, I was looking for, one of the ones I especially liked from Victoria's Secret. It was another baby doll; satin, but with a lacy, totally transparent bodice and little bikini panties. She's not supposed to wear panties, but this would be even sexier if she did.

I knew that Shaun would be driven completely to distraction, and he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her. Likewise, Michelle would be completely out of her mind with wanting Shaun. I held it out to her, "That's the one. If you go to Shaun's, I want you to wear this one."

"And while Shaun and I are suffering, you'll be fucking my friend. Okay, that's fair."

"Nothing fair about it. You said yourself that this isn't about me, it's about making you as horny as possible. I'm just trying to do what you said. Besides, you're the one who insisted I go out with Diana. When you're in bed with Shaun, I want you to be thinking about what Diana and I are doing."

Michelle sighed, "Okay, I'll wear it."

"Good, now that that's settled, if it's okay with Diana, I'll send you some pictures, maybe even a video tonight."

I couldn't help but egg her a little, after what she'd done to me when she was with Shaun in Las Vegas. I got slugged on my arm, just for trying to be helpful! The girl has no sense of justice. She got up and went in the house, shaking that sexy ass at me.

I followed behind her, admiring the view with my cock already hard from the conversation we'd just been having. I thought I needed to needle her just a little more, "Umm sweetheart, don't forget there's also a no panties, no bra rule when you go out with him?"

She turned, getting a sexy smile on her face. In her best stripper pose, she slipped her hands under the strings of her bikini and pushed it down off her hips. Then she reached behind her and pulled the little knot holding her top in place. Her top dropped away leaving my gorgeous wife standing in front of me, legs spread wide, totally naked, sucking on her fingers. "Do you think Brett will enjoy the view when we're in his room getting ready for bed?" She asked me.

There's no need to elaborate on how my mind and body responded to that. I think you get the idea. I couldn't help but tell her, "And I hope Shaun gets the same view tonight."

Later that afternoon, Michelle left for Shaun's. She said they were going out to dinner at the Branding Iron Night Club. We've never been there, but I checked their facebook page and they were having a country western singer for entertainment.

I talked her into wearing one of the western outfits she'd bought for a long weekend with Shaun shortly after they started seeing each other. It was a short leather skirt and red silk blouse. It was sexy as hell, but about ten times more so with no underwear.

Michelle hadn't seen her lover in almost two weeks and hadn't had any sex for almost four weeks. Now she was going to a nightclub with him wearing extremely sexy clothes, then back to his house to sleep with him in one of her sexiest nighties...and they couldn't touch each other. How damn yummy can you get!

Either one of two things was going to happen; she'd be awake and miserably horny all night, or would give in and have an explosive orgasm. Either way, I was anxious to hear about her night. I really hoped she'd keep her word and save the explosive orgasm for Brett, which I was about ninety-five percent certain she'd do.

Besides, I was looking forward to tormenting her for the next week and a half. I was hoping that after sleeping with Diana, my carnal urges would be at least somewhat mollified, leaving me free to happily torture my wife.

After Michelle left, I got myself ready for my date with Diana. I had no idea what kind of restaurant she wanted to go so decided to dress for the plane trip, a simple pair of slacks and one of my favorite satiny shirts. I love the feel of a woman's hand on that shirt, and I was hoping to feel Diana's hands on it later.

When I met her at her house, I was again taken aback by her big smile. Diana isn't beautiful like my Michelle, but she's very pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way. She was wearing a simple pair of slacks and a loose-fitting top that didn't reveal any details about her figure. She suggested she drive since she knew where the airport was and had an excellent restaurant in mind where she'd been wanting to go for quite some time.

The McDonald's drive-thru wasn't exactly what I presumed she had in mind, but I couldn't help but laugh a little when she pulled up to the speaker and asked me what I wanted. We ordered and drove to Riverfront Park on the Columbia River. She found a secluded spot to park, and we sat in the car eating our dinner and talking.

Diana told me more about her husband, Phil, and how he'd become ill with brain cancer. After it was diagnosed, the doctor told them he likely only had a few months left. She told me that after the initial shock and tears, they talked for hours and hours about what he wanted for her after he was gone. She said she's never talked to anyone about that time in their life before. I felt pretty honored that she trusted me with such an intimate and painful part of her life.

I learned she was the youngest of her family, she has an older brother and sister' and that she was raised in Moses Lake; her mom was an elementary school teacher, now retired, and her dad is an auditor. She told me she and her husband were so engrossed in their businesses that they hadn't had the initiative for a baby, and how much she regretted that decision now.

I told her I'd never met anyone like her either. I couldn't help but think that someone who's had such a recent heartbreak and was now so happy is a unique person. The more I got to know about her, the more I liked the sound of her name, Diana.

Speaking of happy, Diana finally drove us to the airport and we walked to her plane. To say I was impressed is a monumental understatement! Her plane was beautiful, white with fiery red striping on the body and wings and polished to a gleam. From the look on Diana's face, I could tell how proud she was of it. I thought she might kiss it!

"Every time I see this, I think of Phil. He gave it to me," she explained. Diana untethered the straps that held the wings down, then opened the door on one side and gestured for me to climb in. I did so and she climbed in on the other side, then went through her pre-flight checklist one by one, including making sure both of us were belted in. She enumerated them and voiced each one out loud, but I was excited and can't remember them. When she was ready, she hit the starter button and her engine came to life. She looked over at me with a smile on her face and commented, "Isn't that a sweet sound!"