'Today I tell him the truth.' Nyla thought to herself as she traced her eyelids with black eyeliner. She was going to tell her husband of six months who and what she truly was. Nyla Jefferies was a whore and she loved it. She just didn't love, she needed it. They had known each other for years before they married and even when they were friends she never told him of her dark, slutty desires.
She stood up from her vanity in their green and chocolate mint colored room and looked at herself in the mirror. Her thick dark hair was teased and her lips painted dark red. Her red lace bra and panties complimented her caramel skin tone as he high heel red shoes that laced up her legs lifted her round ass.
It was 4:30. Her husband, Matthew, would be home in 30 minutes. He was predictable. That's what she love about him even though it was annoying at times. She knew him inside and out, which is why she packed her overnight bag. She had a feeling that her conservative husband wouldn't want her anymore when he found out who she really was. She was prepared to leave and give him a divorce. It would hurt because she loved him so much but she couldn't live a lie.
To anyone who saw them they were a happy couple. They really didn't have any problems. The only problem she noticed was their sex life. Sure sex was great. Well not great, but good. Good and normal. He would look at her with desire in his eyes as she would remove each piece of clothing slowly, teasing him. He would cover her body with kisses and fondle her breasts. She loved it when he would kiss her lips and then continue to her nipples, taking the time to circle them with his tongue and suck on them gently. He would then continue kissing her until he reached the spot between her legs. He would hold her thighs in his powerful hands and lick her pussy inside and out, leaving her breathless. He would suck her clit and flick it with her tongue until she shook with an orgasm. Her wetness covering his tongue, his lips, his beautiful face.
The memory of her husband covered in her wetness in her scent caused her to wet her red lace boy shorts. She slipped her hand inside her panties and rubbed her clit before slipping her fingers into her cunt. That's what she was. A dirty slutty cunt that deserved to be fucked hard without mercy. She fingered herself faster as she place a foot on her vanity chair. She felt her body begin to tremble as she was approaching her climax. She thought about her husband fucking her hard while her hands were tied to the headboard and his strong hands around her neck. His face red and his eyes full of lust as he called her a dirty whore. She imagined him calling her a cheap slut not even worth his piss. She pictured herself begging for him to come inside her and him saying that he's going to come. She pictured him pulling his rock hard cock out her wet pussy and coming on her face and laughing at her.
She came at the though of her husband wiping the cum off his dick with her hair and then leaving her tied up to go shower only to come back with his camera phone to take pictures to show his friends what a whore his wife was.
Nyla licked her cum off her fingers and frowned. Her husband was nothing like this. He was a kind and gentle man. Corrupting him with her lifestyle seemed selfish and she loved him to mush to be selfish. She heard the house door open and looked at the clock. Five O'clock like everyday her worked.
"Nyla, baby! I'm home!" Her husband announced as she heard him close the front door.
"I'm upstairs baby!" She called down to him from the bedroom." She took a seat at her vanity and waited for him to come into the room. She didn't bother changing her clothes or her mind. She had to tell him or risk a life of unhappiness.
Matthew walked through the door handsomely dressed in a three piece suit. He was an executive at a advertising firm and lived the lifestyle it provided.
When he walked through the door his eyes widened as he looked at his wife.
"Umm..this is new." he finally spoke as he closed the bedroom door behind him.
"I need to tell you something." Nyla said, not moving from her spot on the chair. "Maybe you should sit down."
"Okay..." Matthew took a seat on the bed. His blue eyes slightly worried, his black hair tousled from running his hands through it too many times. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Nyla took a deep breath.
"Me. I'm what's wrong."
"How so? Baby you're perfect."
"I only seem that way but I'm not. Matthew I'm a whore." She looked at him and saw the confusion in his face.
"What? You're sleeping with other men!"
