Like a Natural Man Ch. 01

Part I

Nina: Discoveries

Chapter 1

Nina could not move, could not think, could do nothing other than to continue peeking through the blinds of her new maid's room. She is grateful for the darkness that conceals her; she is clad only in one of Anthony's old, threadbare t-shirts. She feels like an invader, almost, outside her own home, craning her neck to see the couple within. It seems almost comical to her that she is watching her husband seduce the "help." She questions whether "seduce" is the right word, for she has not witnessed Anthony laying on the charm, he's barely even smiled. And yet, the young woman, Maribel, is standing quietly between his knees, allowing him to remove her clothing without protest, letting his hands roam freely over her young flesh, permitting his tongue and lips to titillate her chocolate nipples until they glisten darkly, erect.

Jealousy, hurt, and anger are a cacophony in Nina's head; she feels as if she could scream and not stop. Her husband of 23 years. Cheating on her. With a 19 year old. In their own home. Her husband's hands are spreading the teenager's thighs so she is standing with her legs apart. Her husband's hands are rubbing that fresh, young pussy. Her husband's fingers are sliding inside that girl's slippery, tight pussy. The little bitch is moaning, undulating her hips, spreading her feet farther apart so Anthony can reach her cunt more easily....

Inexplicably, Nina's own desire surges -- a tsunami of liquid heat that drowns out all else. She doesn't understand how she can be turned on by this betrayal. Anyone else would have waded into the bedroom, screaming and kicking and vowing to file for a divorce --- yet Nina can only stare at her husband's wet fingers and twitching, rock-hard penis. Why? She only knows that she is painfully excited, that her cunt is sopping wet, that her need is urgent, undeniable. She breathes shallowly through parted lips. Her left hand slips between her bare thighs, her middle finger draws small circles on her clit. She watches, her finger moving quicker and harder against her clit.

The action flashes before Nina's hypnotized gaze -- her husband's fingers laced behind Maribel's wavy hair, urging the rosebud mouth open to accept his hardness; brown eyes wide with fear and shining with tears as Anthony's cock is forced deep into the tender throat; the girl's stifled groans; the sound of her choking and spluttering; the white spray of semen bursting from her lips; the growl of satisfaction rising from his throat, bursting from his lips. Nina knows that growl, has felt that growl hot in her ear while Anthony spilled countless loads of cum into her, on her, and over her for the past two decades. Nina throws her head back, mouth stretched in a silent scream, and rides the waves of her own orgasm. She sinks to her knees, shaking.

Chapter 2

He's going to want to go to sleep, she realizes. Better get back to the room before he discovers I'm not asleep in bed.

Weakly, she crosses the balcony to the French door that leads to their bedroom, and then stops to listen for his returning footsteps. Nothing. She waits a few more minutes, listening. Still nothing. No sound of the shower, either. Y returns to the window and looks in.

He wasn't finished. Far from it, it appears, for Anthony is rubbing his cock against Maribel's lips -- it is hard, hard, hard. Again. His lust is less urgent; he does not force his cock between her lips this time. Nina's hand sneaks back down to stroke her pussy. Nina watches as he whispers instructions to the girl between his spread knees. The maid nods, and runs her tongue up and down the length of her husband's shaft. He closes his eyes in pleasure, and gives her more directions. Dutifully, Maribel responds by licking every bit of smooth flesh on his balls. Anthony lays back further to raise his buttocks higher. Nina hears his muffled voice with another directive. Maribel hesitates. Anthony waits, expectantly.

Maribel spreads his buttocks, licking the exposed anus before her. Nina watches, fascinated, excited, as Maribel's tongue darts in the tight opening that Anthony has demanded she service. She licks and sucks and probes for several minutes, constantly checking to make sure Anthony is pleased. Nina notes that her husband looks quite thoroughly pleased. In moments, Anthony's growl of sexual climax shakes the walls. Smiling, Nina goes to her bedroom and slips into bed.

This time, she hears his footsteps in the hallway. The sound of the shower running. Nina falls asleep, the beginning of a plan hatching in her brain, one hand between her legs.

Chapter 3

"I've got to run a few errands...you want to come?" Nina asks.

"No.... I've got some work to finish online," Anthony says. "How long are you going to be?"

"About an hour or two -- I might do some window shopping at Target," Nina tells him. "You sure you don't want to come?"

"Sorry, honey. I can't."

Nina backs out the driveway, and pulls out into the street. She parks the car at the end of the cul-de-sac that opens onto the next block and walks back to the house. Carefully, noiselessly, she circles the outside of the house, looking in each window. When she reaches muğla escort the kitchen bay window, she stops, looks closer. Anthony hasn't moved from where she left him, and is still seated at the kitchen table. He has pushed his chair back a few inches, though. Nina looks even more closely. She smiles.

Anthony isn't EXACTLY the way she left him. His pants are unzipped, and Nina watches, mesmerized by the sight of the maid's caressing lips and flicking tongue pleasuring her husband. Nina lets her finger to the walking yet again -- and within two seconds of her husband's roar of pleasure, Nina's own orgasm follows suit.

Chapter 4

Another "errand." Another voyeuristic feast. Nina is peeking through her maid's blinds again with her hand between her thighs. But the finger has stopped moving, abruptly. Instead of feverish excitement, Nina's face reveals frustration.

Come on, man! Nina urges him silently. Haven't you had your cock sucked enough yet?! Fuck that little cunt already!

Anthony does not. As she expects, her husband merely empties his load into the girl's mouth, dismisses her with a nod, stuffs his dick back into his box and zips up his pants. He picks up the newspaper he had been reading and is absorbed by the front-page story.

Nina grinds her teeth in frustration. For two weeks, Nina has watched her husband's sexual adventures with the maid. She has watched him get a blowjob in every conceivable location in the house, in every possible position. She's watched Maribel's tongue in his ass, on his balls, laving his cock...she's watched Maribel swallow or choke on at least a half-gallon of her husband's semen. And she enjoyed her husband's little "extra-curricular activities" --- until the last couple of days. Instead of feeling satisfied, she feels as if she's been left hanging, deprived of what she truly wants:

Nina has been craving the sight of her man's cock sliding in and out of that tight little pussy.

It's time to come clean.

Chapter 5

Nina is curled up on the couch, her head resting on her husband's shoulder. The television is on, but Nina flips through the scores of cable channels without watching it. She is trying to figure out how to tell Anthony what she's seen -- and to ask for what she wants to see. But she has spent 23 years with Anthony without revealing her true sexual nature; she is unsure she can even start now, but she is determined to try.

"Honey?" she says.

"Hmm?" he asks, still reading the paper.

"---Well, I was thinking..." her voice trails off.

"Hmm? What?" Anthony looks up from the paper, and turns his face to hers.

"Never mind," Nina says, and looks back at the TV, shoulders slumping.

"Tell me," Anthony says, "I'm listening. What?" He puts the paper on his lap.

"It's nothing, really. I was just going to ask if you paid the gas bill, and then I remembered that I did..." Nina laughs, self-consciously.

"Yeah, you paid it online. That's it?" he asks.

"That's it. Stupid question," Nina says. She resumes clicking the remote control.

Anthony peers at his wife closely before picking up his paper again to read.

Nina doesn't watch television much; out of the 85 or so channels they have, she only likes to watch the movie channels, the History channel, Discovery channel, HBO, A