Chapter 2: Building Tension
Reaching in to her hand bag, Nikki dug out a piece of paper and a key.
"Here is our address and a key. Come around about 9 and let yourself in. I'll be in the bedroom waiting for you."
Reaching up and giving Richard a peck on the cheek, Nikki swaggered out of the room leaving Richard alone to contemplate what he and Nikki had just done. And what was still to come!
On the drive home, Nikki was also replaying how wonderful Richard's fucking had been. She was also thinking forward to her beloved Vincent and how she was going to train him in the art of making love to a man. She had to show him how much he would thrive on the control a woman has of when her man cums combined with the sheer thrill of feeling a cock pulse in your mouth and deep inside your pussy, or in her husband's case, deep in his arse.
Nikki was still working out how to introduce Vincent to these future pleasures. Despite her dominant side, Nikki knew it had to be with his consent. Yes, she had to guide him along the path, but if at any point she sensed his reluctance, then she would stop the events.
Then the ideas started to form in to a plan. She had worked out how to make her husband a better lover and to experience the joys of pleasuring a man. Perhaps if he understood how good it feels to have a man making love to him, he would become a better lover for her.
Before she knew it, Nikki was pulling in to her street. Leaving her car on the drive, Nikki could see that the light was still on in her bedroom so Vincent was still awake. Dropping her keys on the hall table and leaving her shoes by the door, she walked up the stairs in her bare feet. In the bedroom, Vincent was reading a book.
Without looking up from his book, he said,
"Hi darling. How was your evening? Did you have a good time with your sister?"
Feeling a little guilty for lying to her husband, Nikki replied,
"Unfortunately she called off as she was feeling poorly. I met up with an old school friend."
This was true. She and Richard had gone to school together. In fact, he was the boy who had taken her virginity at a friend's party, but that's another story.
"Sorry to hear that. I hope she feels better soon. Do you think she'll be well enough for Izzy's party at the weekend?"
"I'm sure she'll be fine." Perching on Vincent's side of the bed, she asked, "Can you sort out my zipper, sweetie?"
Vincent put his book on the bedside cabinet and slid the dress zipper down. He watched as Nikki shimmied out of her dress. Standing in front of her in her tights and lingerie, Vincent realised what a lucky man he was to have Nikki in his life.
"What you looking at, Honey?"
"Just thinking what a lucky man I am. You looking glowing tonight!"
"Do you want to show me how much you love me?"
"Always!"
After removing her damp knickers, Nikki crawled on to the bed stopping with her knees either side of Vincent's chest. She sat down and thrust her groin forward.
"Show me, Sweetie. Come and lick my pussy."
Vincent was used to Nikki taking control in the bedroom. He tried his hardest to make sure that her pleasure came first. But he knew that she wasn't always satisfied by his attempts.
He always loved how sexy Nikki looked when she wore tights and he loved how sexy it felt when he stroked her nylon covered legs. It gave him a sexual tingle when he ran his hands over her thighs and tonight was no exception. He was caressing Nikki's legs as she started to moan a ground her bum on his chest. Just inches from his nose, he could smell the musk of her sex. Through the sheer mesh of her tights, he thought he could also detect signs that she was getting wet from his attention.
"Mmm baby, your hands feel amazing, but I need your tongue now."
With that, Nikki ripped a hole in her tights and thrust her groin towards her husbands face. Obediently, he stuck his tongue out and began lapping at her lips whilst still using his hands to caress her thighs.
"Oh yes! I love that. Deeper, babe! Use your tongue on me."
After teasing her clitty with his teeth, Vincent rolled his tongue up and began to probe her inner folds. Her hole was redder than usual and moist. Very moist!
As he continued to explore her pussy, Nikki grabbed his head and ground her cunt in to Vincent's face. His tongue was going deep now and she knew he must be tasting Richard's spunk. Enjoying the moment, she didn't know if she should share that secret nugget with her husband.
"Fuck! That feels amazing. Do you like my taste? Does it turn you on, licking me out?"
With his head trapped between his wife's nylon covered thighs, Vincent couldn't say anything so just nodded whilst pumping his tongue in to her and lapping up the bountiful tastes in her cunt. He had never seen her so wet before and he was loving the effect he was obviously having on her.
"On Honey. You're going to make me cum again. Oh yeah, that's it. Oh fuck!"
Nikki's orgasm made her pussy walls contract and squeeze the remainder of Richard's spunk on to her husband's tongue. She held his head tight as her orgasm rippled through her body and Vincent's tongue now circled her clit.
Slowly coming down from her arousal, Nikki rolled off her husband's faced and laid down beside him, lovingly caressing his face. She kissed him, tasting a her own pussy juices mixed with the remainder of Richard's cum.
"Thank you, Honey. That was amazing! I know that you always do anything you can to make me happy and I love you for it. Did you enjoy it?"
"Of course I did. I've never seen you so wet before. I love making you happy and I'll do anything you ask."
"Anything. That's good to hear babe. Glad you liked how I tasted." Reaching over Vincent, Nikki switched off the bedside lamp and rolling back to her side of the bed and curling her back in to Vincent she said,
"Richard will be pleased you liked the taste of his spunk. Good night darling."
Vincent couldn't believe what his wife had just told him. He thought he had been licking his wife's pussy juices but apparently she had cheated on him and then he'd cleaned up her pussy after she fucked another man. Despite the situation, he realised that it kind of turned him on. His cock started to harden as he rolled over towards his wife and spooned her, rubbing his erection between her butt cheeks and stroked her nylon covered thighs as he started falling asleep.
Nikki just smiled to herself. Yes, this could work. Judging by that cock rubbing up against her, it seemed that given the right situation, Vincent could be open to spending time with a man. It took all of her self control not to open her thighs and take Vincent but she decided to let him have dreams of her cheating on him with another man and him tasting another man's spunk.
In the morning, Vincent got dressed and left for work before Nikki woke up. Seeing that she had the house to herself, Nikki got up and started preparing for tonight's fun. She had a busy day planned that involved another of the loves in her life - shopping!
That evening, while waiting anxiously for Vincent to return home, Nikki poured herself a large glass of wine and again went her plans. She knew she was taking a risk with her marriage, but this was also her life and her future. If tonight went according to her plan, she would have a better husband and could look forward to many happy years together. If it went badly, well, then Vincent wasn't the man she thought he was but she was still young enough to find another partner to spend the rest of her life with.
So with the dinner preparation well underway and Vincent due to be home in an hour, Nikki settled herself in to a luxurious bubble bath, with another glass of wine, and kept looking at the slutty French maid's outfit hanging on the bathroom door. Barely realising what she was doing, Nikki's fingers slipped between her thighs and she started tweaking her clitoris. Enjoying the pleasure she was bringing herself, as she mentally pictured Vinny (she had already decided this would be Vincent's feminine name!) bobbing his head up and down on Richard's cock, she was close to bringing herself to a climax. Now thrusting three fingers between her pussy lips her other hand was tweaking her nipple. Eyes shut in pleasure, Nikki's body tensed as she had a mini-climax. Yes, tonight was going to be the most important night so far in her married life.
Getting out of the the bath, Nikki dried her hair and pulled it in to a pony tail, ready for her plans for later in the evening. Her make-up was kept simple, foundation to emphasise her smooth complexion, a little mascara and finished off with plump, blood red lips.
She then pulled herself in to the frilly new, French maid's outfit. The black colour looked amazing against her fair skin and fishnet stockings look good. Let's face it, everyone looks good in fishnet stockings and she was desperate to see Vincent wearing these later. Finally, she stepped in to a pair of four inch, black patent leather stilettoes. She didn't need confirmation, but looking in the mirror she knew she looked hot. By the end of the night, Vincent would be wearing this very same outfit. Hopefully it would be covered in a cocktail of his spunk and Richard's.
Looking out of the kitchen window, she saw Vincent pulling on to the drive so she clicked her way to the front door to greet her man with a glass of wine.
Vincent hesitated briefly, unsure whether he should accept the glass of wine from his wife who posing as a sexy French Maid. He couldn’t help notice her enticing curves underneath the black satin dress, showing off her smooth, pale skin. The low neckline accentuated her ample cleavage and the hem line ended just below her butt cheeks, leaving plenty of space for those tempting fishnet stockings to expose themselves. Every movement of her exposed skin revealed a tantalising sight. It made his heart race faster and caused his groin to stir.
Though initially taken aback, Vincent played along with the roleplay, knowing his wife's secret intention was to reignite their love life. He took the wine offered to him.
"Good evening, Sir. Your wife is out for the evening and she hired me to take care of you in her absence. If there's anything I can do to satisfy you, just ask."
Going along with his wife's role playing game, he followed her in to the dining room, excited by how the night may play out. Having spent a restless night and all day at work going over and over again what had happened last night. He could just about cope with his wife cheating on him. His role in life was to make his wife's life as full and happy as possible. He knew he wasn't great in the sack. If she needed a lover to satisfy her, so be it.
And he preferred that she was honest about it and not doing it behind his back. But did she have to get him to lick her lover's cum out of her cunt? And if she did, why tell him? That was just humiliating.
There again, it turned him on more than he cared to mention!
It wasn't the taste of spunk that excited him. It was the thought that within a short time of Nikki being screwed by another man, and not making him wear a condom, then driving home with his sperm trying to find an egg to impregnate, she had returned home and got him to clean up the mess in her knickers.
He loved his wife more than ever.
And now she was dressed as a French maid giving him a chance to take control of the situation and show her that he could take control ... when Nikki let him ...
. . . As Nikki led Vincent further into the living room, he noticed that everything appeared different compared to earlier today; chairs rearranged, candles lit – all creating a warm atmosphere. Suddenly feeling nervous yet excited, Vincent hesitated slightly. "Well, sir," said Nikki, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "What shall our first adventure be?" With confidence building inside him, Vincent replied, "Let's start slowly, perhaps begin with getting to know each other".
"Good idea, sir", Nikki lifted her skirt up and sat on Vincent's lap, making sure that she ground her butt cheeks in to his groin. Stroking his cheek she said, "Oh! A very good idea. Do I detect that sir likes his new house member?"
"Indeed he does. But he needs to get rid of his work clothes. Can you help me get more comfortable?"
"As you wish, Master", said Nikki seductively.
In response, Vincent stood tall, embracing his role as master. This change in dynamic brought a renewed sense of power and desire. He knew exactly what to do. Walking over to a chair near the fireplace, he ordered Nikki to kneel down whilst he stood above her hands on his hips and his legs spread powerfully apart. Loving this new side of her husband, Nikki began running her hands up his legs, feeling his muscles tense beneath his trousers. As she reached his belt, Nikki slowly unbuckled it. After undoing the buttons and zipper, she slid his trousers down his thighs leaving him standing in his boxer shorts.
"Oh, Sir!" Nikki exclaimed as she stroked Vincent's hidden cock, "You're so hard. Is that because of little old me? Do you like me caressing your hard cock?"
He could feel the adrenalin coursing through his veins, adding to his growing excitement.
Leaning forward Vincent whispered in the ear of the maid squirming on his lap, “I am your master, and you will please me.” Nikki responded immediately, moaning softly and eagerly nodding.
Carrying her to the rug in front of the roaring open fire, Vincent laid the maid down and laid alongside her. Without removing his gaze from hers, Vincent reached out and skillfully undid the buttons of Nikki's dress, letting it fall gently away from her curves until she was dressed in only her lacey body and fishnet stockings.