No one thought it would last. She, the precocious, young graduate student and he an already established and well known man ten years her senior. They met while her sorority was holding a food drive in the parking lot of one of his plants. She was beautiful, vibrant and intelligent, it was impossible for him not to notice her. After catching her peek at him from the corner of her eye, they began talking. She was impressed with his confidence and his tone, his voice calm and reassuring. He had beautiful eyes and a wide smile. Krista had always been attracted to older men though rarely did she have any opportunities to meet them. Her social life was filled with college students, younger brothers and frat boys that sloppily flirted with her at bars.
They took to each other immediately. Already having established a name for himself before the age of thirty, he had left no time in his life to meet a woman. Though he impressed many and succeeded in all that he aspired to, he'd yet to find a woman he wanted to spend his life with. He had no difficulty finding a date, in fact he'd had his share of stalkers once they realized who he was, but a woman that cared for him because of him, not what he was? Very difficult.
That's one thing that impressed Trent with Krista. She saw no one'ss success but her own. If she remained on the path she had chosen there was nothing but prosperity and happiness in her future. She was a chemical engineer, a strange career choice for a woman with model-like looks, full, busty body and blonde hair that looked like it was stolen from Pam Anderson.
She used it to her advantage. Many times she had watched men stumble over each other to speak to her only to be stunned speechless when this bombshell of a woman would psychoanalyze their pick up lines until she could tell what the name of their childhood pet was. One, a tall man with a Dallas Stars jersey on, left with tears in his eyes when she detailed that his lack of self confidence was due to his never being breastfed as an infant.
She wasn't cruel, though. She just wasn't satisfied with her options in a partner. Too many men her age were unintelligent, unmannered or inexperienced. Though she was lonely, she held out for better.
Trent was just that. Kind, handsome, considerate and brilliant, he was more than what she ever hoped to find. By the end of their first date together she began daydreaming of a life spent with him. It was incredibly naïve, she knew that, but couldn't help it. When she fell asleep in his arms it was as if she was finally at peace. Beneath the crispness of his suit, he was warm and muscled. She'd playfully nudge her face into the soft hairs of his chest, sighing to herself as she drifted away.
Their wedding was a dream. Krista was the star of the day and her entire family came up from Georgia to celebrate the nuptials. Trent was a city boy from Dallas, impressive to her multiple brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandparents, nieces, nephews and grandparents. All were proud of the girl and took him under their wing.
That night they made love like angels. Her body was giving and Trent felt as if it were a dream; full firm breasts that pressed into his body, her ass, smooth and toned from a lifetime of dance, her legs, warm and strong like a runner's. Though she was new to the idea, she kept pace with him, each of his thrusts met with hers. She paced him, the fair down of her sex teasing the urgent need of his balls. As his eyes rolled back she'd smile wickedly, pushing his peak further.
And so their life together began. Nightly their bodies met, mouths on orfices, soft skin bringing moans breathed hotly into an ear. She was a quick learner and eager to please. Both was exceedingly happy.
She grew comfortable in her life and he soon learned there was more to this girl than he expected. Now living very comfortably, she grew accustomed to the good life. After graduating Magna Cum Laude, she found it easier to spend her days by the pool, shopping downtown or out with her friends. Many nights Trent came home to an empty home and no wife to speak of. He didn't think much of it at first, considering it the price of marrying such a young girl.
It started to bother him eventually. That this promising young woman, so smart and so driven, was choosing to while away her time sleeping late and coming home after dark rather than work or keep a home bothered him. Though he couldn't say she didn't keep him happy when every night she would perform for him. Often she treated him to slow stripteases and she had become very skilled with her mouth. He adored her lingering blowjobs that brought him to the edge slowly, keeping him on the brink before a stroke of warmth and wetness caused him to flood her.
Then he would pull her to him, her body gently yielding, opening to his urges. He would feel exhilarated with each moment inside her. Her tight, warm body squeezed and played him, pleading for his release. Their lips met and, holding each other tightly they'd end their day, making love with the only one either had ever loved.
That's why Trent grew more and more upset when he saw his young wife becoming irritable. At first he figured it was a bad day and he kept quiet when she slammed doors and seemed preoccupied during dinner. She was always receptive to him in bed but she was shorter with him, occasionally snapping at him and going out for the day without leaving so much as a note.
He returned from work one day and heard her in the shower. At that time nothing seemed better than putting his feet up and laying down on the couch where he was able to see her form behind the frosted glass. It was such a pleasure coming home to see his wife washing herself, her nude body causing a comfortably full feeling in the crotch of his pants. Musing on this, he closed his eyes.
In moments he was up, joining her under the hot steam, pressing her body to his. His erect member slid warmly between the tight cheeks of her ass and she reached to him. With her hands stretched above her to his neck, he ran his fingers over the slick wetness of her flesh to find the fullness of her breasts. He squeezed them possessively while his thumbs played and tweaked her swelling nipples. She swooned, her knees buckling beneath her but he held her steady as his cock drove deeper between her buttocks. He knew her body better than his own, his fingers directing themselves down her sleek skin, over the tight muscles of her belly to the smooth curve of her mound. With a gasp she parted her legs, allowing his expert fingers to tease the slick wetness of her quim.
With each touch of his fingers, her body rocked against him. His cock, stiff and full, ran up and down her crack. She turned her head to reach him and, with her eyes closed, searched for his lips. He saw the quick movement beneath her eyelids and when they opened, they looked far away. His body twisted to meet hers and their tongue wrapped together, playfully pulling and petting. Heated water drenched their bodies. Rivulets spilled off the tight forms of the two lovers wrapped in one embrace.
And then she broke. Her body contorted in a shudder and her felt the relief of his cock penetrating her canal from behind. Unable to pace himself, his shaft stroked within her and his balls rubbed along the soaked warmth of her thighs. There was an urgency within him and, with their lips locked hungrily, he felt her explode against him. A moment later he followed.
