Vanessa Bruhn looked out her bedroom window, feeling like a caged animal. She paced the room, trying to relax, only to return to the window, looking out again. Just above the trees, across the street from her suburban house, the moon had crested, catching all of her attention. Biting her lower lip, she turned from the window, pulling the blinds across to block the offending object from view. At least she could distract herself with the help of her husband.
Walking out of the bedroom, she looped her arms over the back of the couch, her hands resting on the chest of her husband of 2 months. Kissing his neck, she made her way to his ear and whispered into it, "I'll be in the bed in lingerie in 3 minutes." With that she gave a quick nibble to his earlobe and returned to the bedroom while he processed what she had said.
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Vanessa sighed as she looked up at her ceiling. Next to her, her husband, James, snored with deep sleep; sex always did that to him. For Vanessa, however, it only seemed to take the edge off of her desires. She knew that tonight she wouldn't be able to sleep until she was fully taken care of, and that meant once more succumbing to the call of the moon. Vanessa looked at James, sleeping deep, and sighed. She hoped he would never learn her secret.
Sliding from bed, Vanessa dressed quickly in a loose shirt and mini skirt, sliding her feet into some flipflops. She wasn't dressing to impress, but for ease. With one last look thru the bedroom door, she left the house, locking the door behind her. A few steps away from the house and she found herself in the shadow of the house, away from street house lights. Taking a deep breath, she let out a deep, animalistic howl, before listening for a reply. After a moment, a smile crossed her face as she heard a distant howl in response. Heading that way at a walk, she quickly picked up her pace, to a jog, then full on run, carrying her flipflops in her hand.
Vanessa knew where they would meet; the same spot they did month after month, year after year. This was only part of the secret James didn't know about; her secret love affair. Stepping out of a line of trees, Vanessa found herself on a cliff edge, over-looking her beloved town. Standing, facing away from her, lit by the moon, was her lover: a tall man covered in lean muscle with just the right amount of bulk; His were the muscles of a swimmer or runner, not a body builder.
Vanessa smiled, watching him for a moment before finally fully stepping toward him. She could smell his musk from the trees; this close it was intoxicating. James never smelled this good, this animalistic.
The man before her turned, hearing Vanessa approach. "You just can't help but stare, can you?" he asked, lifting a hand to cup Vanessa's cheek.
Vanessa Laughed, leaning her cheek into his callused hand, her eyes closing as she breathed deep. "When I only see you one day out of the month, I have to take in all that I can." She replied lovingly, her eyes slowly opening to take in the man before her.
Auburn hair covered his head in a short cut, as well as a trim beard. His muscled body was covered as well, in short, curled hairs. He stood before her like he always did when she called to him, wearing that which he was born with. Vanessa smiled as she took in the view; muscled chest, 6-pack abdomen, muscled thighs, and calves. But the thing that drove her wild, stood in the middle, slightly erect.
Vanessa circled the man like he was prey, her eyes narrowing as she looked over his other side as well; muscled back and ass, hinting at a suppressed strength.
