Nikki's husband was hardly ever home . . . Business . . . Or so she was told, it was probably true, but she had long since stopped caring if he was having an affair. She had good reasons to no longer worry about hubby, she was into another man emotionally, and he had been into her, physically.
Nikki looked at herself in the mirror, she could not stop time, but she had aged well. In reality she was not very old, just in her thirties, but she sometimes worried she was going down hill. Anyway, she usually brushed those thoughts off as stupid concern.
Her concern was pointless; her eyes were soft pools of blue, set off by her raven hair, which was very luscious and shiny . . . Nikki was heavenly. She was pretty, indeed, and she heard about it often, not from her "Old Man" but her boyfriend, Sloan, who also just happened to be married.
Sloan had not chosen to be unfaithful but his attraction to Nikki was like magnetism, and mutually they could not have escaped each other any more easily than one could escape the force of gravity. They told each other they were Soul Mates which was probably true.
Sloan asked Nikki to run away with him, but she turned him down, not flatly, but gently, the offer was enticing but she did not want to be the one to break up a marriage. Sloan accepted their arrangement, as long as Nikki was in his life and he could feel her lips against his.
Nikki slipped into a hot tub; the water nearly burned her skin. Almost inadvertently, she rubbed her large, firm breasts and her nipples popped out, she drifted into a daydream about the rendezvous with Sloan, and whispered to herself, "It's been too long since . . ."
She dried herself off quickly, rubbing her sweetly sloping thighs and paused at her pussy brushing it gently until she shivered slightly. Then she strode naked into her bedroom, reached in her drawer and rolled into bed. She luxuriated for a few minutes and rolled anxiously for a couple of minutes. She rubbed her tits a little harder this time than in the bath, pinching her nipples until they felt like they would explode. Her sex was thoroughly wet as she slid her fingers across her clit. Then she fired up her vibrator.
At first just the image of Sloan burst into her head, as she ran pulsating tip of her toy across her rigid nub. Sloan was weirdly attractive, not in the way of strange, though, but unconventionally good looking. He was hardly tall, about five foot six or less, and he was constantly in various stages of being shaved, sometimes rough faced with a hint of grey, or sporting a goatee. Other times he was smooth and clean. Yet his hair was always messy, but for a guy in his mid forties, he had no grey on the top of his head, which was thinning slightly, but the rest of his hair was thick enough for his bald spots to be well covered. He had a fetching smile, and despite being a chronic insomniac with dark circles around his eyes, it was hard to notice.
His eyes . . . Nikki felt she was going to drool simply at that thought. Sloan's eyes were syrupy sweet, but slightly cold and hazel, hinting of Germanic roots. Those eyes were nearly feminine, but strong enough to be contained on his masculine face.
Then came the good part of Nikki's fantasy . . . The fucking . . .
Sloan's body was not perfect but his vigor and physical strength could be felt when he took her in his arms, and he had a nice cock, it became rock hard at a wisp of air, and was not too large, but thick and satisfying. And he had a certain prowess and confidence when he made love, despite his generally anxious demeanor, and he could be rough or gentle in an unpredictable manner.
They had always made love in her car but the fantasy took them on some less-trodden path in the woods, on a ragged blanket, Nikki's hair getting raveled in the surrounding foliage when he wasn't tugging at her smooth locks, Sloan screwed her unrelentingly, kissing her neck, and his hands roughly squeezing her breasts until she came . . .
