Sharing My Wife: Date with Ginger

I started to Ginger's and realized I hadn't put in my overnight bag so drove back home to get it. I was late, and it'd started snowing, what a way to start! I realized I should have looked at the weather report, but it was a bit late for that. I did have snow tires on the car, though, so I wasn't too worried.

When I arrived, Ginger opened the door for me, then went to her husband and gave him a big hug. I couldn't help but try to imagine the emotions that were going through his mind, hers too I guess. He knew his wife was going to be sleeping with another guy the first time since they'd married. His insides had to be turning into pure mush, the same as mine did when Michelle was with Mike that first time in Seattle. I wondered if either of them realized how much their lives could possibly change as a result of that one night. I hoped he'd enjoy the residual benefits as much as I have with Michelle.

Ginger had on an attractive, fur-lined coat over her dress. All I could see was the bottom portion of a floor length green gown. Her hair was in a pretty bun, and she was beautiful! When she stepped away from her husband and took my hand, I led her to the car and opened the door for her. I watched her slide in, and noted the slit in her dress. Guys appreciate those things.

When I turned onto the freeway only a couple minutes later, I looked over at the beautiful woman sitting beside me. I could hardly believe that we were finally doing this, the culmination of my fantasy from over twenty years ago. Next to Michelle, Ginger was my dream-come-true woman!

It's hard to explain, but in high school, I was so shy and couldn't ask any girl out. I had wanted so badly to ask Ginger on a date, and now we're going to the most exquisite dance of the year in Eastern Oregon or Washington and then spending the rest of the night together. It seemed surreal that it was actually happening!

The snow fell harder and harder as we drove over the hill just South of Kennewick, making it a beautiful, magical night. We were both nervous when we started, but by the time we arrived in Pendleton a couple of hours later we were giggling and laughing, much more at ease with each other.

We arrived at the Convention Center, and I turned the car keys over to the parking valet. I very happily escorted my date into the building. The lobby had been transformed into a beautiful winter scene, which seemed appropriate with the snow falling outside.

When Ginger turned toward me and slipped her coat off her shoulders, I couldn't help but glory at how beautiful she was. Her dress was a long emerald green gown with a slit up the side to her thigh, teasing at those gorgeous, never-ending legs. It was a halter type, crossed across her breasts, leaving a small triangular opening exposing her abs and wrapping around her neck with straps diagonally across her back, leaving her back mostly open down to a 'V' at the base of her back. It looked like silk but bunched across her bosom so her nipples weren't visible.

All I could think when I saw it was 'WOW'! The soft, smooth material flowed around her. Ginger's heels had little, fake emeralds embedded in the straps across her toes and around her ankles adding to the sexy effect. I felt more than a little underdressed in my new suit. I almost asked her if her husband had seen her dress and if so, why he would let her out of the house.

After we checked our coats and walked through the dance hall to the seating area in the room behind the dance floor, I told her, "Ginger, you look fabulous tonight!" What I wanted to say to her was that she was sexy. After my forced abstinence the last couple of weeks, I didn't know how I was going to manage myself with this beautiful, sexy, gorgeous creature accompanying me! I thought she was the most beautiful woman at the dance, and I noticed several guy's eyes following her walking across the floor.

We visited and listened to the music until the band played a slow song, and I asked Ginger if she'd like to dance. I wrapped both arms around her waist, and she wrapped hers around my neck, pulling our cheeks tight together. We mostly swayed to the music, moving slowly around the floor, enjoying the close companionship. Ginger's perfume was fabulous, nearly driving me wild.

I caressed my hands up and down Ginger's bare back, looking for that special spot on her back that I hoped would drive her wild. When I found it, she purred in my ears, "Mmm, that feels so good," and snuggled in closer, nibbling on my ear just a little. Touching her back like this, with our cheeks together sent shivers all the way through my body.

When the song ended, they played a faster song which isn't my thing to dance to, but Ginger enjoyed it, so we twirled and moved around the floor, trying to emulate the younger crowd. When that one finished, we were both worn out and laughing at each other's clumsiness. Square dancing is much easier!

We explored the hors-d'oeuvre table and found smoked salmon, stuffed mushrooms, deviled eggs (one of my favorite foods), shrimp bowls, chicken wings and so many other things that I had no idea what they might be. Our plates were full, though, and when we sat to eat, the food was divine! I wondered how much of it was an aphrodisiac. The more I ate, the more I couldn't take my eyes away from my beautiful companion.

When we finished eating, I asked Ginger if she'd like to have a picture. There was a photographer with a romantic scene set up in the front lobby, and I wanted a picture with Ginger. She agreed so we took each other's hands and weaved our way through the crowd on the dance floor.

He had his 'studio' set up with a wintery scene, complete with real pine trees, a log to sit on, and a beautifully painted outdoor scene backdrop. Another couple was posing, so we waited, watching the photographer's interaction with them.

When it was our turn, he sat me down on the log, Ginger alongside and slightly behind me with her arms around my neck, gripping her wrist with her other hand and her head leaning into me. He complimented us both, telling us what a gorgeous couple we were. He snapped a couple of the shots, then rearranged us with me sitting slightly crossways and Ginger sitting on my lap facing the camera with one hand around my neck and the other on my shoulder.

When he finished shooting those, I asked Ginger to look at me, and I looked into her eyes, realizing for the first time how green they were. In this pose, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to pull her slightly toward me and kiss her. When her lips met mine, I completely forgot where we were, closed my eyes and let myself fall into her web, feeling the emotions pass between us.

Our kiss deepened, mouths opening and tongues intertwining, we were oblivious to the flashes from the photographer's light bars until we heard him say, "Umm, we're done." Ginger and I broke our kiss, looking at each other and realized what had just happened between us.

He gave us our identifying number and said to come back in about a half hour to his assistant, sitting at her computer and printer off to the side.

Ginger and I both realized that something had happened at the photo section, and the next time the band played a slow song, we danced again but this time with our lips together most of the time. What had been a simple bolt of lightning before had become a hurricane strength storm of passion between us.

Even during the faster songs we couldn't take our eyes off each other, and our dancing changed from being fun and bouncy to sultry. Ginger slinked into and out of my arms, kissing whenever our lips came close together. My hands on her back and hers around my neck took on an entirely different meaning than before.

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.