Introduction
Michelle's husband, Bill, moaned, as he flipped through various pages of a scrapbook that lay resting on their bed. The 48 year old, balding, overweight man was on his knees, naked, stroking his erect six inch cock to the images in the scrap book. His eyes trailed the woman in the photographs legs, butt, and back. She was wearing spandex shorts and a sports bra in one photo. Bill turned the page to see another image of the same woman. She was a wearing a red bikini that displayed her tight, sexy core. He turned the page again, seeing two people this time. He looked upon the woman smiling, looking very happy and wearing a thong bikini. She was standing with a shirtless black man, resting her hand on his chest. He had his hand resting on the small of the woman's back, just above the rise of her perfect ass. He was smiling at the camera too.
Bill turned to another page to see a similar image of the two people; then another page and another page. He got to one image of the two people at a swimming pool. The black man was sitting with his feet in the water. The woman in the pool, standing between his legs, half submerged. They were both looking at the camera, smiling.
Bill focused on this particular image longer than the others. Images flashed in his head of the woman and the man in bed together. He pictured him rolling on top of her, arching his back, impaling her with his rod. He pictured the man picking the woman up in the shower, slamming her against the wall. Finally, he pictured the woman on her knees in front of the man, moaning as she sucked the tip of his massive black cock.
Bill envisioned the woman curling her fingers around that thick, dark meat, stroking it while she slurped on the tip. He pictured her placing her hands on the man's hard, 6 pack abs, as he came into her mouth.
Bill continued turning pages in the scrapbook. Using the photos as visual material to fuel his masturbatory fantasies, in his imagination he saw the two of them in a hot room, covered in sweat. He saw the woman straddling the muscular black man as he lay in a bed. Bill licked his lips, stroking his cock faster, imaging sunlight from outside illuminating the woman's light brown skin, her perky C-cup breasts bouncing up and down. Bill imagined her throwing her head back in ecstasy, her hair flinging sweat up into the air.
Bill ejaculated into the sock he was using. His wife Michelle would be home in a few hours. He started to clean up, not wanting her to know he was jacking off to pictures from her past photo shoots.
Chapter 1
"Yeah? And then what happened?" Michelle whispered to her friend and co-worker Christine on the plane ride heading back to Miami. The two of them just completed a two day photo shoot in the Bahamas for various fitness magazines.
"Well, Allen picked up me and slammed me against the barracks wall. He whipped his dick out and uh, you know..." Christine giggled, recalling a memory from her time in the marines.
Michelle moaned, smiling and shaking her head. "That must've been exciting. Whatever happened to him?"
"Not sure. I went home and he remained in Iraq for awhile. I know he has family in Jacksonville. Maybe I'll look him up one day, who knows," Christine shrugged.
Michelle yawned, turning to look out the small plane's window. She was thinking about her husband Bill. It had been ages since they last had sex; when they did, it was nothing special, only lasting a few minutes. She only ever achieves orgasms via masturbation.
Worse than the lack of sex, it had been ages since Michelle and Bill had a decent conversation. Bill was shutting her out and she didn't know why.
"You know who I think is hot?" Christine asked, poking Michelle in her side, causing her to turn and face her friend.
"Hmm? Who?" She asked.
"Ulysses." Christine replied. She was referring to the black male fitness model that worked for the same agency her and Michelle did. He was 5'9", had long braided hair, and was nothing but muscle, packed into a perfect, obsidian, rock-hard body.
Michelle smirked, silently agreeing with Christine. She was right, he looked amazing. His best feature though was his personality. He was gentlemanly, sweet, selfless, and very easy talk to and get along with. They had been co-workers for close to five years now. The agency always seemed to pair them up on photo shoots. His dark brown skin, and her light brown skin, made for excellent contrast -- not too bright, not too dark. Michelle was 5'4", making their height difference not too extreme.
Michelle's parents had migrated from Venezuela and she was born in America shortly after. She was always involved in sports and dreamed of playing professional soccer - getting pregnant at age 16 put a damper on that dream. She was able to go to college and raise her son with the immensely wonderful help of her parents. Now, at age 32, she was one of the top fitness models in the world and the most sought after talent at the modeling agency she worked for.
Michelle's marriage was great at first. Bill had recently divorced and moved to Miami to accept a teaching position at the University of Miami -- where Michelle attended. In her senior year, at age 22, Bill asked her to stay after class one day. He asked Michelle of her plans after college, if she was staying in Miami, and if she had job prospects. Bill smiled, learning that Michelle was staying in the area. He offered to be a reference if she needed one during her job search.
Several months later, after Michelle graduated, she sent Bill a note to thank him for his help in getting her a job. She smiled; thinking about the attractive man 16 years older than her, and on a whim included her phone number. Sure enough, a few days later, Bill called. They dated off and on for several years. Just as things were going great and the two of them started getting serious, Bill would back out and shut down. Michelle grew to love him and was genuinely hurt several times. She figured, since his previous wife had an affair, Bill was having trouble committing to a serious relationship. Michelle was empathetic and patient. She persevered because she knew this could help her support her son. The two were finally married when Michelle was 28. She married the man she loved, and her career as a fitness model was starting to take off -- things were great for about two years.
Michelle's career was soaring. She was in high demand. Her perfectly toned body was on the cover of countless fitness magazines and product advertisements. After a while, her body wasn't the only one on those covers. As time progressed, she was paired with a pussy-drenching piece of man-meat named Ulysses. Their perfect bodies graced many magazine covers. Her light brown Latin skin, and his dark-chocolate, delicious muscles where everywhere in the fitness world.
As Michelle became busier, traveling all over the country and world to exotic locations, she noticed Bill becoming more withdrawn from her. She thought it might be jealousy when more and more photo shoots included her and Ulysses.
"Do know if he's seeing anyone?" Christine asked, shaking Michelle out of her trance.
"You know, I'm not sure, we've never talked about it." Michelle replied.
Christine smiled, turning to face the front of the plane, thinking about Ulysses. "Do you think he'd be into white girls?" the tanned, blue eyed, brunette wondered.
Michelle chuckled, turning to face her friend, "He seems like the type of guy where race or appearance doesn't matter."
The plane glided on, gradually reaching their destination. Michelle thought about her husband and his possible jealousy of her and Ulysses. Bill started working longer hours at the University, and she traveled more often for photo shoots. Several times she attempted to confront her husband to determine if there was an issue they needed discuss. However, the time never presented itself.
Michelle recalled various photo shoots with Ulysses over the years. Their provocative poses wearing nearly nothing. She thought about one photo where he hooked his thumb into her thong bikini bottom and pulled it down to just above her butt crack. There was another photo of her jumping up into his arms and Ulysses lifting her above his head; smiling up at her. She thought how about professional he was. He never made any inappropriate comment or compliment. He always did whatever the photographer asked, never once trying to push things or cop a feel.
The plane landed and pulled up to the gate. Michelle thought about the photo session last year where she was topless. The article was about the best exercises for back muscles. She was so nervous as she walked toward a shirtless Ulysses in her thong. He smiled as if it was a regular day on the job. Her hands had been cupping her breasts, her nervousness was visible.
"Hey. You ready?" Ulysses asked with a soft smile. Michelle nodded and sighed. "It's ok, it's all good, it's just me."
Michelle stared into his big brown eyes and slowly removed her hands from her breasts. Ulysses never looked down to her chest, never sneaked a peek. He continued looking into Michelle's eyes equally gorgeous brown eyes.
