It was a lazy Sunday. I was in a bad marriage. He was nine years older than me and was cheating. I started fighting fire with fire too! I couldn't for the life of me comprehend what I was doing wrong. I would have done ANYTHING for this man. All he had to do was ask. And I mean anything! He wanted Anal. Never done it but I allowed him and he popped my Anal cherry. He wanted me to play with myself with a cucumber. I did. If he would of asked me for a threesome even a gangbang I would have done so, maybe reluctantly, but I would have done anything to make him happy. I was only 19 when I married him but I had idolized him since I was 9 when I first became aware of him.
This morning I decided, yet again, to "surprise" him for breakfast. I had purchased a skimpy French Maid costume from a local Porn Shop and decided to make him his favorite breakfast. I waxed my punani the day before, shaved my legs this morning and applied a very soothing and aromatic body oil so they were silky smooth and shiny, put on soft music then lit some aromatic candles. Made sure the shades were drawn. Slipped on a pair of "Come Fuck Me Heels" and prepared a Mimosa with a large fresh strawberry on top. My plan was clearly laid out in my mind. Seriously! I think of these things non stop, LOL!
I was going to awaken him by grabbing his dick, sucking him then lapping up his cum in my mouth. I was going to sit him up in bed, apply a warm moist towel over his face then gently shave his face. Once he was shaved I would feed him his breakfast in bed. I even planned to take the Mimosa in my mouth then drip it unto his. Hopefully by this time he would be hard again so I could ride him to another orgasm! The rest of the day I was to be his "maid." I was hoping he would fuck me in every room in our apartment! I prepared everything. I sneak into the room to wait until he turns over since he was face down. Once he does I raise the covers grab his manhood and gently take him into my mouth. All is going good so far. As he starts to awaken he blurts out,
"WTF? What time is it?" and pushes me away. What bothered me the most was he used one of his legs to kick me off. It wasn't hard or violent but the fact that he "kicked" me off like a filthy animal broke me! I stormed off trembling and started crying uncontrollably. Why? I felt worthless at that point. I called my cousin and after a while (and some good weed plus half a bottle of Champagne) I regain some level of composure. My cousin DESPISED him by now and she would always cheer me up. Alex my gay coworker also called me, I confided in him what had happened,. He was infuriated then insisted we meet for a late lunch later. I agreed.
I was sitting outside my balcony. This allowed me an overlook of the pool and part of the parking lot. The pool was outside on the second floor of the complex. There was a Men's & Ladies bathroom as well as a Unisex sauna. I was sipping my Mimosa when I notice Jeff, my neighbor, take a dip in the pool then head over to the sauna. I was, "HMMM. He is looking mighty tasty!" I grab a short terrycloth robe I had but kept my French Maid costume and heels on. I went in the kitchen put the Champagne in one of my husband's cycling water bottles, grabbed two Solo cups then headed downstairs. Since it was still very early there was no one downstairs other than Jeff. I was hoping he had not locked the top lock on the Sauna door as if he did it would be impossible for me to open from the outside.
To my delight it was unlocked. I entered then locked it behind me. The Sauna room consisted of a front room acting as a lobby of sorts then a changing room and showers. The Sauna easily accommodated about a dozen people and had two levels of benches. I poured the drinks and took the robe off. I went over to the Sauna. Luckily Jeff was still not aware of my presence. He was lying face up with a small hand towel over his face and another one that was partially draping his privates. I knew he was nude since his shorts were hanging on the peg on the wall. I enter as stealthily as I can, which was really HARD wearing "Come Fuck Me Heels" and holding two cups of Champagne, but I somehow manage to do so. I stand over him and take in this view. He is covered in sweat and the very soft amber lighting had his abs glistening which made my pussy begin to water! He has one arm over his head , the other to his side. One of his muscular legs were bent while the other one was laid out straight on the bench. What a sight! I had not even touched him when he seemed to sense something. He gets startled so he quickly sits up.
I smile and say, "Good morning, Baby" and hand him the drink.
He adjusts his eyes grabs the drink then simply says, "Oh My God! Am I dreaming?" with a huge smile on his face.
