Chapter Seven
Nicole smiled at Michael as she stared at his body. He stood there in front of a mirror by the bed, naked and tall, shaving his beard. He looked back at her through the mirror and returned her smile with his own.
She loved the way he looked at her. She especially loved the way his eyes grew wide when he saw her wearing his little gift. He had purchased a lovely pink lingerie that had a removable patch, which allowed her to expose her breasts and pussy whenever desired. The back was exposed, with lacy fabric in the middle.
It took him a long while to get over how she looked in it before he could get around to removing it and finally playing with her. He was so horny he almost skipped through all kind of foreplay to slam his dick against her pussy while she still wore the lingerie piece.
While she still had it on it turned Michael into this ravaging sex monster and she loved how he used all that energy solely on pleasing her. She never had multiple orgasms before but this time she couldn’t even count how many times she exploded. She had been in his place for only seven hours since his wife left and she was already expended.
“I like it when you shave,” she told Michael. “Your face looks very sharp and dashing when it isn’t covered with that bush.”
“Some women love a man with a beard,” he told her right as he finished shaving. He placed the shaver down on his desk, near the mirror, and then rubbed his chin to make sure he didn’t miss a spot.
Nicole shrugged, “Maybe, but I’m not one of them. My tastes are a little different.”
“Well, you do like the taste of cum in the morning,” Michael joked as he faced her, his manhood stiff once again and in his hand.
Nicole licked her lips as she stared at the throbbing rod that he held like a weapon, a weapon she so desired. It was strange how she got so turned on by the sight of his cock. Before she met Michael, she wasn’t always so horny or even attracted by the sight of a man’s cock. Nowadays, however, sex with Michael was all she could think about. It pervaded her mind like a disease, one that she welcomed and didn’t want to go away.
“Yes, I do,” she admitted. “Although right now I could use something more substantial than another dose of that. Coffee?”
Michael chuckled and nodded, “All right, I’ll get you a mug of coffee. Maybe I’ll give you an hour to rest too. If I get hard after an hour, pretty little lady, you better spread those nice legs for me.”
Nicole winked back and watched as he walked out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. As soon as she was sure he was gone, Nicole rushed out of the bed, out of the room and to the hallway. There were a lot of bedrooms she never tried yet but she just peeped into them one by one, hoping to find the room Vanessa stayed in.
She guessed that Vanessa and Michael no longer stayed in the same room. They were husband and wife but she saw none of Vanessa’s clothes, pictures or belongings in his room. Nicole checked each room one by one, hoping to find the one place Vanessa did stay in whenever she was around.
There wasn’t much time left, either. Brewing coffee didn’t take long and Michael would be sauntering back to the room soon.
Fortunately, she hit the jackpot. The second to the last room near the stairway heading to the second floor had everything she was looking for. When she took a peek inside, she found it to be the only room that was radically different from the rest of the house. Its walls were colored purple and had a beautiful carpet laid out. The bed itself was a king-sized, double-mattress structure with silk curtains and she discovered it had a walk-in closet.
Going inside, she found all the dresses were roughly her size. Judging from the design she figured Vanessa must have been at least her height but with a more pronounced pair of breasts. It made her wonder why Michael wasn’t so turned on by a petite little girl with big tits.
Then she found Vanessa’s picture. On top of one of the drawers was a small picture frame with a photo of Vanessa and Michael.
“My, aren’t you a gorgeous little rich bitch,” Nicole whispered as she took a hold of the photo. Vanessa was exactly as she pictured: gorgeous and petite like her but had larger breasts, a well-rounded bottom and had deep blue eyes that paired nicely with her light brown hair, a combination rarely seen in women.
However, she noticed that Vanessa also had a unique feature on her face. She seemed a little off, to Nicole, in a way that snobby mean girls were. Even though she never met Vanessa, she could tell just by the sharpness of her face that she was a sharp-tongued and vicious woman.
“I could be wrong,” Nicole told herself. “She could be the nicest woman on the planet.”
“No, you’d be right,” a voice cut through and Nicole jumped in shock. She turned around and found Vanessa standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a beautiful, black mini-dress and still had a hold on her luggage.
Nicole immediately reached for a blanket on the bed to cover her body but Vanessa pointed a finger and shook her head.
“Don’t even try,” Vanessa told her. “I know my husband likes fucking little whores whenever I’m gone but I didn’t figure he’d go for someone as slutty as you. I mean, look at you. You’re a fucking slut. You know he’s married but here you are, parading naked around my house and snooping into my bedroom.”
“I’m not going to say sorry,” Nicole told Vanessa. She dropped the blanket and just stood there, naked and wet in perspiration. She could even feel the juice of sex from her last session with Michael between her legs. “Married or not, he chose me. I don’t care if he never divorces you. You can carry his name, you can own his money and everything else but I own his heart.”
“Vanessa?” Michael’s voice echoed as he walked into the room. He had his pants on.
“Jesus Christ,” Michael said as he saw what was going on. “Nicole, I’m sorry. Vanessa, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Vanessa turned around and motioned to slap him in the face. She stopped herself at the last moment and balled her fingers into a fist. “Fuck you. Fuck you both.”