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Florida.
It was August, mid afternoon and intensely hot and humid in Tampa. Sweltering. Sticky.
In that blazing heat, Nikki was fully reclined on a lounger by the pool at the back of her house, her bikini top long gone so that her huge man-made tits could bake in the relentlessly beating sun. All 38D of her artificially big, round and tight boobs was oil-shiny with sun lotion and looked quite beautiful as they cooked away on her front. They were practically sizzling. The lewd size of her stick-out tits was exaggerated even more by the way they projected from her dead flat, gently toned stomach, a product of strict salads, lots of exercise of the hard, nasty and demanding kind plus many gym hours with a dedicated personal trainer who Nikki had found was highly proficient at many kinds of activity. All over her fabulous body, a very real, very rich, tan glowed too. The kind that only year long Florida sunshine topped by holidays to the Caribbean and the south of France could give her.
'Not bad for a 42 year old cunt,' she often admired crudely to herself in the mirror. Actually, pretty flawless. Below skinny ribs and that tight, tight tummy, her hip bones stuck out quite viciously and very erotically, giving a sharply flared shape there. Her top heavy doll tits, perched on top of such a narrow waist, and then those prominent hips gave her a killer figure that any woman her age would be highly jealous of, made for sex, and one which she often used to her advantage.
Emphasising her hips as she lay back were the brief, very high-sided bikini bottoms she wore, with their ultra-thin red waist band arching way up over her sharp pelvis and the tiny crotch strip pressed lovingly and totally revealingly over her pussy mound. The strip gave her just about two millimetres of cover either side of her pussy lips and above her totally bald quim, and it revealed every contour of her sex. Round the back in her snug assgroove, slicked by oil and a little feminine perspiration, her exquisite asshole was barely concealed by the piece of string that was lodged in there. Nikki would readily admit that she loved showing off her asshole...almost as much as flashing her expensive, surgeried, born-again cunt. Her most recent appointment with Dr Jacob had made her pussy as tight as a violin string and she could still feel the vague numbness down there from the last operation a month back. The gentle throb of her re-tightened pussy had made her constantly horny for weeks on end now.
Apart from her nothing bikini bottoms, the only other items she wore were accessories; some enormous jet-black Dior oversize sunglasses and her inevitable jewellery. Her ears were adorned by two pairs of glittering diamond ear studs, one pair high up in the back of her ears, and the other down in her lobes where they were alongside a set of very elaborate gold curtain earrings which dangled gaudily down. She also had on a full set of truly flawless inch-long fingernails...bright red acrylic ones, the colour of which she had picked in order to co-ordinate sun-bathing in a red bikini, naturally. Her virtual ice cube of a 6 carat wedding ring sparkled away more than impressively in the severe sunlight too, as did the jangling bunch of thin gold bracelets she wore on her non-watch hand. Her Christian Louboutin mules waited obediently for her on the floor next to the lounger, right by a hefty empty gin and tonic and that month's 'Vogue' which lay alongside her discarded bikini top.
On the lounger over to her side, the Hubby who had paid for all her beautiful body and trinkets lay back in his bulging Speedo trunks. He hadn't spoken a word to her in the last 40 minutes as he went through the paperwork relating to the car dealership he owned, and the memos about the arrival of a new model from Germany. His work only interested Nikki to the extent that she could spend any of the bonuses he made on some more enhancements to her gorgeous, artificial curves or designer wardrobe. She had recently been pestering him for a further load of collagen for her lips, and yet another facelift, and with a few shockingly depraved tricks in the bedroom, she always got her way.
Nikki yawned, stretching her plump lips wide.
She idly reached for her cigarettes and gold Dunhill lighter as she often did when she was bored, sparking one of her thin, all-white filtered sticks alight, before putting it to her pumped lips and greedily sucking on it, taking a long pull of smoke. She didn't smoke very often, mainly when she was feeling horny, or when she just wanted to act the slut and right after sex too, of course. She knew hubby hated her smoking too which was a further incentive for her to indulge in it now and again, just to challenge him.
Lying back, Nikki let her cheeks hollow as she took in another big lung-filling draw. She thought she heard a "Tutt" noise of disapproval from next to her, but she didn't acknowledge it at all. After holding her pull inside her, she then exhaled in a long, satisfied, elegant stream of creamy smoke. The sight of the all-white stick in her slim, manicured fingers, and the way she demurely handled the cigarette was deeply erotic. Nikki knew the effect of sexy smoking, and as a very occasional smoker still, she enjoyed the tingling sensation of the nicotine's impact on her brain. She treated herself to a couple more lazy indulgent inhales and exhales, her impressive chest rising...............and then falling......each time that she issued a long and sexy exhale, just for her own benefit.
Nikki then looked at her Cartier watch. 2.28 pm. She lent down to stub out her half-finished cigarette and she smiled as she did so, grinning slowly, slyly and very much to herself.
Gracefully, she raised from her lying position before she pivoted her butt and moved her slender legs so she was sitting on the side of her lounger. She slid her dainty feet into her chic heels and then stood up rather like a lazy cat, her back arched so her front was pushed forward as she rose with her legs together, not bothering to re-attach her bikini top. When she was standing in the 5 inch heels and balanced on the inch high platformed sole, she could feel the effect of the stiff gin and tonics she'd had several of, and the cigarettes, and she felt very nice indeed.
She turned her back to her husband, so she was facing away, and then slowly, deliberately, bent down at her waist, keeping her legs dead straight while she did so, folding only at her middle as she stooped to pick up her glass from the ground. She knew her butt would be thrust out close to him, and that her rosebud would bloom a little at him too. Looking behind her, she saw he hadn't even moved his head from his brochures!
Straightening up with a scowl on her face, Nikki held the glass very delicately in forefinger and thumb only and didn't say anything to her hubby as she strolled past him. 'Fuck him!' she thought to herself savagely. 'If he wants a drink we can get his own. That's not why I'm his wife'.
Heading for indoors, Nikki walked right in front of his lounger with her perfect catwalking gait, high-heeled foot stepping over the side of the other foot as her fine, thin legs strutted her off.
As she went into the cooler house, Nikki's chocolate delicious brown nipples responded to the temperature change and also her building excitement, and they hardened very quickly. Out of the glaring sun, she pushed her vast sunglasses on top of her head, resting them on her blonde hair that was gathered up into a sexy pulled up-do that left her neck bare for sunning. She sunk the last of her gin and tonic and saw it was exactly 2.30.
Right on cue was the knock at the door. Normally the maid would see to this, but Nikki had quite deliberately given Rosa the afternoon off today. Topless, oiled and catting for a fuck, it was the lady of the house who opened the front door, standing there solely in micro-bikini bottom and glamorous high heels.
