It was mid-morning when Jennifer woke up. It had been a late night at work and she was taking some extra "sleep-in" time this morning. She was planning on getting back to the office early afternoon to finish up some loose ends on a big project. Her client was going to be ecstatic. She came in before deadline and under budget. Another feather in her cap.
"Goddamn cap was pretty full these days," she thought to herself.
Her commitment to her work almost cost her her marriage. Everything came to a head about 4mos ago and Nicolas almost left. He was right, she lost sight of what was important. "WE" lost sight of what was important. Nick realized his role in letting things get so far outside of "us". She was just happy he knew there was still an "us".
They didn't go to counseling, they just talked honestly with each other. Talked like friends. The way they used to.
She yawned off the mid-morning sunrise and stumbled bleary eyed into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and started the shower. She removed her lace camisole and as she pushed her panties past her knees she realized she really needed to shave. But not too much. She remembered a time when Nick moved his hand up her thigh as he kissed her deeply. He ran his fingers through her sparse bush. She apologized for not being shaved. That's when Nick said, "I like this, I'd like to see more." Nick liked the feel of her pubic hair in his hands. He also mentioned how nice it was to feel her soft mound in his nostrils when he went down on her.
She stepped in the shower and the water was perfect. One of the shower jets caught her left nipple and instantly she was aroused. "It would be nice of Nick would open the door and join me," she thought. Nick was at work today, made kind of a big deal about having to go into the office today, he often works from home but not today. "Damnit!"
The soap, the caressing hot water on her body, her perfectly sculpted pubis. As she finished rinsing her hair, her hand moved down her breasts, her flat belly, and found its way to her soft spot. She touched herself gently, moaning with pleasure and frustration, knowing that Nick wasn't here to share this with her. She was feeling randy and she really could have gone for a good pounding. "That big cock between my legs, " she thought and her mind went back to 2 nights ago. Nick came up behind her and caressed her arms lightly, causing goose bumps to raise up on her skin and her nipples to harden, showing through her soft cotton nightgown. She grabbed his right hand and placed it between her legs as she stood at the sink, his hand easily worked it's way down the front of her panties where he stretched his middle finger down the length of her wet opening. His left hand grabbed her breast and played her nipple between his index and middle finger.
He led her to the table and gently pushed her face down. He was inside her before she acclimated to the position. Her hips pressed hard against the table. He fucked her good, taking long steady strokes nearly all the way out then pushing all the way back in, filling her completely. She reached back and gabbed his hands that were firmly pushing and pulling her hips on and off his hard cock. She squeezed his hands tightly as she screamed, "Fuck, you make me cum so hard, baby, shit!" Just then he had exploded inside her. She loved the feel of his hot cum filling her up.
"Damn," she said frustrated. She resigned herself to waiting until Nick came home. Maybe they could hook up some time this evening. She turned off the water and reached for her towel. She ruffled the towel through her hair and as she was drying off her breasts, she noticed a set of folded clothes on the cabinet with note that simply said, "PUT THIS ON." These weren't there before her shower, how had she missed Nick coming in? Her heart was a flutter, "Nick? If you only knew how horny I am, baby. You better give it to me good." "What the hell is this?" It was a shin length baggy denim skirt that buttoned up the front, a large button up loose fitting dress shirt, and a pair of glasses. "Ok, this is weird, " she said.
She was looking down as she opened the bathroom door, tugging at the dress shirt as it was tucked into her skirt. "What's this abou.....?" She looked up, covering her mouth with her hand as to contain a scream. The shock was too much to contain. She instantly felt fear, fear for her life but she kept herself together, knowing that this was her husband. Or was it. She really looked at him.
He was wearing a blue one-piece work coverall with small white stripes. It was dirty, greasy looking and unbuttoned to reveal a type A undershirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearm revealing tattoos. "Nick doesn't have tattoos. Those look real," she began to panic inside. She was searching for any sign that this was her husband. He had black leather gloves on his hands and a black ski mask covering his head. The eye holes looked like they were cut with a knife. Uneven, jagged strands of material that made seeing his eyes impossible.
She took all of this in in a split second. She stared at him. Unable to move. Trembling.
He moved his head upward slowly. She was now terrified.
