Nicole’s Big Wet Assets

I hadn’t planned it.

I hadn’t planned the whole thing. My husband did.

But there I was.

Standing in a hotel room.

My husband had arranged for a guy to come in and see me. It was off a wife-lover site, and they had talked off and on for the better part of a month until I agreed.

I was nervous.

‘Damn,‘ I thought. ‘Is this what we’re doing now? Strangers in a hotel room?’ But just as I had thought it there was a knock at the door.

I froze. Holy hell.

I looked at myself in the mirror and glanced at my husband who was sitting in a chair opposite the bed. The light from the vanity illuminating him. I ran my hands down my thin black and silver dress smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles.

‘Okay, here we go.’

I walked forward in my stilettos, held the door handle, and opened it.

His smile was infectious, he was cute and set me at ease.

There I was, standing in only stilettos. No sense being shy Nicole’s Big Wet Assets.

“Just got me all excited.”  He kissed me again and put himself away and that was it. He was gone.

I looked over at my husband who was smiling.

“Goddamn that was hot.”  He slid in me right there and pounded hard into me.

The rush was intoxicating, the high was unbelievable. I felt every pore of my body on fire.

As he finished, he leaned over me and whispered in my ear. “Are you ready for round three?”

This was the part I was most nervous about. I had been talking to a guy at work who was getting jacked up by our texting. In reality, my husband had told me what to say, which was thrilling, and then I was able to keep it going. My only experience in life had been my husband. Timid as I was.

So, he kissed me and told me to enjoy myself. I cleaned up and waited for Nicole’s Big Wet Assets.

Forty-five minutes later, he was knocking on the door. I opened it, in a thin orange dress with cutouts in the side and thin flesh-colored stilettos that wrapped around my ankle.

Tom came in the room, looking worn from work. “Hello. Wow. You look amazing. Shower this way?”

I nodded. I could see the hunger in his eyes  He walked straight to Nicole’s Big Wet Assets.

My heart was racing. Holy smokes, holy smokes. My palms were sweating. Was I really doing this? I mean, could I see this guy again? Work alongside him? Could I even function? So new. It was like, so new to me. I settled my pulse down by sitting on the bed and trying to be seductive. This was a gift. My husband had made it clear it was a gift for me. For my birthday. I was to enjoy this.

He came out of the bathroom wrapped in just a towel, drops of water still beading upon his skin. He was a tall man, broad, rough around the edges, and big, like a lumberjack. I was too nervous to be seductive. I could feel it.