It was a cold morning, Nicky woke up to find it had snowed again, even though the weather had been in the 70's just days before. Getting up out of bed she stretched her long lean legs noticing that between them a bit of moisture was present, most likely from the fantasies that had played themselves out in her dreams.
Today was not just any snowy day, today was Nicky's 4 year anniversary with her boyfriend and now fiancée Michael. Nicky and Michael met in highschool and had only started fucking two years into their relationship. The wait seemed to have paid off, Nicky was often overcome with desire, wanting to make up for the two years that they had waited. It had made her a kind of nymphomaniac, constantly wanting to feel Michael's prick inside her.
Nicky had planned a very special day for the two of them. In anticipation she reached between her legs and felt the warm wetness of her folds, gently pulling on her lips and dipping her pinky into her still-tight hole. Soon her other petite fingers found their way into her pussy, moving in circles, slowly stretching out her lips to engulf her full fist. She let her hips ride up and down on her balled up fist, imagining that instead of her small hands it was Michael's cock buried deep inside her. In her mind she played back the last time she had made love to Michael, her body under his, his meat impaling her in long deep thrusts, she imagined the look on his face right before he blew his load in her, the thoughts of his rod shooting his sweet seed into her sent her over the edge and into the beginning of a delicious climax. She could feel her pussy tightening around her fist and at the same time she could feel droplets of her spunk oozing out of her and running down her wrists. With that, she quickly popped her fist out of her, taking care to lick her juice off her fingers. She decided she had better take a shower if she wanted to be ready in time for her special date.
After a quick shower, Nicky pulled on her sexiest bra, taking time to place her large breasts just perfectly in the lacy cups. She decided on a micro mini and a white button up shirt, but in her rush to get dressed she forgot to put on any panties. As she ran her fingers through her wet hair, she decided she wasn't going to need them anyway.
Michael was on time, as always, and picked her up promptly at noon. When he showed up at her door, she could see a bulge growing in his pants, a bulge that made her instantly wet. They got into his car and drove to the quaint restaurant just down the street for a light lunch.
"I've got something very special planned for tonight," said Nicky mischievously.
Michael winked back, excited at the thought of getting Nicky out of her revealing outfit "Really? Well I've got no plans other than to be with you all night, so I'm game!"
Under the table Nicky squeezed Michael's thigh, letting her hand linger and roam up towards his manhood. Hardly able to contain their passion, they ate quickly never letting their eyes stray from one another.
Nicky nervously checked her watch. "Mike, we really should be getting back soon."
Curiously he replied "What's the rush, hon?"
"You'll see..." came her reply.
They drove home as fast as they could and once there, Nicky instructed Michael to wait outside for a few minutes. Michael found this a little strange, as Nicky seemed to be more than anxious to hike up her skirt and he didn't know why she was stalling. He also noticed a strange car parked on the street in front of Nicky's house. Brushing it off, he waited somewhat impatiently for her to call him into the house.
Still wondering what his naughty fiancée was up to, Michael tried the door knob, calling inside to Nicky, "Sugar, can I come in yet?"
There was no reply. This made Micheal a little anxious, and thinking that maybe something was wrong he let himself in and went to look for her.
As he closed the door to the house he thought he heard soft moaning from the upstairs bedroom, maybe this was what Nicky had planned for him. He felt the blood rush to his member, excited by the mysteriousness of it all.
Walking up the stairs he could hear water running as if someone were taking a shower. And indeed as he came into the bedroom he saw that the bathroom was beginning to steam up, but that did not hold his attention for long.
On her big four poster bed lay Nicky, her legs spread eagle, her tight twat impaled by what looked to be a larger-than-life dildo. She had her head propped on a pile of pillows and one hand gently rubbed her clit as the other lazily pumped the fake cock in and out of her. Feeling his pants grow increasingly tighter, Michael undid his belt, and pulled out his swollen meat.
"Glad you decided to join us," Nicky said with a sweet smile.
