by Angela Blake
Michael laughed on the other end, “So what if she’s listening in? Got anything to say to her?”
“Hello Vanessa,” Nicole whispered and giggled. “I hope you leave soon, I’m excited to come over and fuck your husband and try on some of your expensive clothes for the weekend!”
Both of them laughed but Nicole knew she really had to end the call. There was the real risk of Vanessa picking up a phone somewhere else in the manor and actually listening in on their conversation. That would spell the end of their little affair.
Fortunately, Michael was no idiot and didn’t try to prolong their conversation any further. He ended the call and Nicole was left cuddling a pillow on her bed, watching a sitcom series on her TV.
While waiting for Michael, the only thought in her mind was the fact that he was completely dedicated to her right now. However, she knew that the reality was still there. He was married and the day would come when he would have to choose between Nicole or his wife. She knew that if it ever came down to that, he’d still choose his wife even though he had no love or affection for her.
Nicole had no idea what Vanessa looked like, however. There was the chance that she’d be plain-looking but rich and that would be fine for Michael and Vanessa’s family since it sealed their financial conditions. There was a chance she’d be the hottest girl on the planet and that would make Michael’s choice even harder to make. He may not love her but it would be hard-pressing to make him give up a nice piece of ass.
Disgruntled, Nicole got up and looked at herself in the mirror, one that was big enough for her to see her entire body. She took off her shirt and shorts and stared at her naked form. While Nicole never considered herself to be drop-dead gorgeous, even she had to admit that she did have a firm, sexy body. One of her best traits was the arc of her back. Michael - and every guy she slept with for that matter - always commented how they were turned on by the way her back bent, allowing her to naturally raise her ass whenever they were in the doggystyle position. Every time someone complimented her about her back she would picture the way Megan Fox posed in the first “Transformers” movie. She knew she couldn’t be compared to a Hollywood star but it was nice to think she could look that way to some guys.
Pondering about her own body made Nicole think about Vanessa. Why didn’t Michael like her? Was she not sweet enough or caring enough for him to keep his attention on her? Was Vanessa just a natural, snotty bitch that drove men mad? What if she was hot but was just downright boring in bed?
All those questions drove Nicole insane and frustrated. She stomped to the kitchen and got herself an energy drink from the fridge before settling back in her bedroom, the answers still not found. She wanted to know exactly what went wrong between Michael and Vanessa with the hopes that she wouldn’t repeat those same mistakes.
Nicole knew the answers wouldn’t just walk into her head. She needed to do a little investigating to really find out what happened. Fortunately, Vanessa was leaving and now she could stay in Michael’s place for a while. Maybe with a little probing she could uncover the truth. Maybe it was all nonsense and she was just wasting her time but it wouldn’t hurt to just know the truth and get some peace of mind.
It was these questions that bothered Nicole throughout the rest of her morning. She continued to think about the predicament while showering and changing her clothes. It was a good thing she still recalled to wear the “gift” Michael had got her. It was a little cute thing he purchased online and had it delivered to her doorstep. She then packed a small luggage and waited for noontime. By the time Michael’s car pulled up to the apartment driveway, Nicole was all set and ready to go.
Chapter Seven
Nicole smiled at Michael as she stared at his body. He stood there in front of a mirror by the bed, naked and tall, shaving his beard. He looked back at her through the mirror and returned her smile with his own.
She loved the way he looked at her. She especially loved the way his eyes grew wide when he saw her wearing his little gift. He had purchased a lovely pink lingerie that had a removable patch, which allowed her to expose her breasts and pussy whenever desired. The back was exposed, with lacy fabric in the middle.
It took him a long while to get over how she looked in it before he could get around to removing it and finally playing with her. He was so horny he almost skipped through all kind of foreplay to slam his dick against her pussy while she still wore the lingerie piece.
While she still had it on it turned Michael into this ravaging sex monster and she loved how he used all that energy solely on pleasing her. She never had multiple orgasms before but this time she couldn’t even count how many times she exploded. She had been in his place for only seven hours since his wife left and she was already expended.
“I like it when you shave,” she told Michael. “Your face looks very sharp and dashing when it isn’t covered with that bush.”
“Some women love a man with a beard,” he told her right as he finished shaving. He placed the shaver down on his desk, near the mirror, and then rubbed his chin to make sure he didn’t miss a spot.
Nicole shrugged, “Maybe, but I’m not one of them. My tastes are a little different.”
“Well, you do like the taste of cum in the morning,” Michael joked as he faced her, his manhood stiff once again and in his hand.
Nicole licked her lips as she stared at the throbbing rod that he held like a weapon, a weapon she so desired. It was strange how she got so turned on by the sight of his cock. Before she met Michael, she wasn’t always so horny or even attracted by the sight of a man’s cock. Nowadays, however, sex with Michael was all she could think about. It pervaded her mind like a disease, one that she welcomed and didn’t want to go away.
“Yes, I do,” she admitted. “Although right now I could use something more substantial than another dose of that. Coffee?”
Michael chuckled and nodded, “All right, I’ll get you a mug of coffee. Maybe I’ll give you an hour to rest too. If I get hard after an hour, pretty little lady, you better spread those nice legs for me.”
Nicole winked back and watched as he walked out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. As soon as she was sure he was gone, Nicole rushed out of the bed, out of the room and to the hallway. There were a lot of bedrooms she never tried yet but she just peeped into them one by one, hoping to find the room Vanessa stayed in.
She guessed that Vanessa and Michael no longer stayed in the same room. They were husband and wife but she saw none of Vanessa’s clothes, pictures or belongings in his room. Nicole checked each room one by one, hoping to find the one place Vanessa did stay in whenever she was around.
There wasn’t much time left, either. Brewing coffee didn’t take long and Michael would be sauntering back to the room soon.
Fortunately, she hit the jackpot. The second to the last room near the stairway heading to the second floor had everything she was looking for. When she took a peek inside, she found it to be the only room that was radically different from the rest of the house. Its walls were colored purple and had a beautiful carpet laid out. The bed itself was a king-sized, double-mattress structure with silk curtains and she discovered it had a walk-in closet.
Going inside, she found all the dresses were roughly her size. Judging from the design she figured Vanessa must have been at least her height but with a more pronounced pair of breasts. It made her wonder why Michael wasn’t so turned on by a petite little girl with big tits.
Then she found Vanessa’s picture. On top of one of the drawers was a small picture frame with a photo of Vanessa and Michael.
“My, aren’t you a gorgeous little rich bitch,” Nicole whispered as she took a hold of the photo. Vanessa was exactly as she pictured: gorgeous and petite like her but had larger breasts, a well-rounded bottom and had deep blue eyes that paired nicely with her light brown hair, a combination rarely seen in women.
However, she noticed that Vanessa also had a unique feature on her face. She seemed a little o
ff, to Nicole, in a way that snobby mean girls were. Even though she never met Vanessa, she could tell just by the sharpness of her face that she was a sharp-tongued and vicious woman.
“I could be wrong,” Nicole told herself. “She could be the nicest woman on the planet.”
“No, you’d be right,” a voice cut through and Nicole jumped in shock. She turned around and found Vanessa standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a beautiful, black mini-dress and still had a hold on her luggage.
Nicole immediately reached for a blanket on the bed to cover her body but Vanessa pointed a finger and shook her head.
“Don’t even try,” Vanessa told her. “I know my husband likes fucking little whores whenever I’m gone but I didn’t figure he’d go for someone as slutty as you. I mean, look at you. You’re a fucking slut. You know he’s married but here you are, parading naked around my house and snooping into my bedroom.”
“I’m not going to say sorry,” Nicole told Vanessa. She dropped the blanket and just stood there, naked and wet in perspiration. She could even feel the juice of sex from her last session with Michael between her legs. “Married or not, he chose me. I don’t care if he never divorces you. You can carry his name, you can own his money and everything else but I own his heart.”
“Vanessa?” Michael’s voice echoed as he walked into the room. He had his pants on.
“Jesus Christ,” Michael said as he saw what was going on. “Nicole, I’m sorry. Vanessa, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Vanessa turned around and motioned to slap him in the face. She stopped herself at the last moment and balled her fingers into a fist. “Fuck you. Fuck you both.”
Chapter Eight
“Vanessa, just hold on a minute,” Michael reached out and tried to stop his wife from stomping out of the house.
Nicole, who watched the two continue to argue in the main reception hall, hurried back to the bedroom and got her clothes back on. She managed to get dressed right as Vanessa was about to rush out of the house.
“Hold on, stop!” Nicole shouted out to Vanessa. “Hold on, right there. Don’t leave the fucking house, you goddamn privileged bitch.”
That got Michael to drop his jaw in shock and Vanessa to turn around. The latter stomped back and made her way closer to Nicole.
“What the hell did you just say?” Vanessa asked Nicole.
“I called you a privileged bitch,” Nicole repeated, louder and clearer. Michael was about to step in and interrupt but Nicole stopped with her hand. “You’re already married to him. What do you have to lose? Everything but his cock and love are yours. You already get those from someone else. I know you’re fucking some rich boy every time you leave this place anyway.”
Vanessa’s face twisted with surprise and for a moment she couldn’t find the words to retaliate. “You calling me a whore?”
“Whores get paid, you’re just a slut,” Nicole clarified. “Just a slut, fucking someone else, just like me. You call me a bitch, well honey so are you.”
Michael stood between the two, surprised and unsure of what to do or say. He did know that Nicole was right - Vanessa was sleeping with someone. She never admitted it but the signs were always there.
“Here’re the facts,” Nicole told Vanessa. “If you try to divorce Michael for sleeping with me then honey you’ll get in trouble too for all of your extra-marital activities. You bring one of us down, you bring the whole ship down.”
Vanessa paused and her eyes flickered as the thoughts circled in her mind. She knew Nicole was right. There was no way of getting out of this. If she would divorce Michael then she would lose everything as well. If she forced Michael to stop going out with Nicole then she would have to stop dating her guy as well.
Nicole had everything and everyone in the palm of her hand.
“Why are you here?” Michael asked Vanessa. “I thought you were heading out with your friends?”
Vanessa snapped. She reached into her bag and pulled out a large, pink vibrator shaped like a man’s cock. “I forgot my fucking vibrator, you idiot. My vibrator. The damn toy I was going to bring to have fun with Jared.”
Michael’s jaw dropped again. Nicole thought that all of the revelations were driving Michael insane.
“Who the fuck is Jared?” Nicole had to ask.
“His friend from Ohio,” Vanessa shot back. “He was the best man for our wedding. The stupid wedding our parents forged without any of our consent. You know what, you want Michael? Sure, you can fucking keep him. Fuck him all you want. I don’t care anymore, I fucking give up.”
Vanessa gave one last look at them both and then stormed out.
For several moments Michael and Nicole stood in utter silence, shocked and unsure of what to do or what to say. Nicole could only look at Michael and hope he knew what to do next.
Everything was now out in the open. Vanessa caught them in the act. She walked in on Nicole snooping around. In all honesty, Vanessa held all the cards since she could file for divorce and humiliate both Nicole and Michael in a single move. It was just a good thing that Nicole new Vanessa wasn’t being entirely faithful either and Michael got Vanessa to admit it too. They were in an impasse now.
“So,” Michael finally said, breaking the silence. “How about we order pizza?”
Nicole burst out laughing and she couldn’t help but punch Michael softly in the shoulder, “You idiot. Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Michael answered as he shut the door, locked it and began walking back to the bedroom. “I need to calm down and clear my mind of all this nonsense. I do have to ask though, what were you doing in her bedroom?”
“I just wanted to know what she looked like,” Nicole answered as she grabbed his hand and walked with him. “I was curious. I wanted to know why you don’t feel anything for her. I wanted to know why I was so important to you and what made me stand out.”
Michael paused and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I did love her, once, but that was a long time ago. At one point I honestly did try to make her happy. I thought she was gorgeous and I thought she was hot.”
“What happened?”
“I got to know who she really was,” he answered as he led her back to the bedroom. They both hopped onto the bed and Michael cuddled Nicole closely before wrapping them both with his blanket. “It doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s a bitch.”
Nicole rolled her eyes and said, “Well, that’s true. I figured she was mean since there had to be some reason for you to go out and spend your money on other girls but she leapt over all my expectations. I mean, she’s like the damn Terminator or something.”
They both chuckled at her comment and both knew it was true.
“What does this mean, though?” Nicole asked. She leaned back and rested her head on his chest.
Michael shrugged, “I guess we just continue on. We’ll never even feel her presence now that the truth about everyone’s lives has been spilled out in the open. We don’t need to hide from her and she doesn’t need to hide her activities from me either.”
That was a reality Nicole never thought would come true. She shut her eyes for a moment and pondered over what it would mean in the near future and what it could result to in the long run.
Nicole couldn’t sort it all out, though, and just decided to go with the flow. For the time being, she had everything she wanted. For one time in her life she had the hot, rich bad boy and the position to tell his bitchy wife to stay out of their way. It was like high school all over again except this time she was in charge.
Chapter Nine
Three days later and they were still together. Michael took her out to the movies and they hung out in the same club they first met in for a dance and some drinks. She got bored on the second day and he was kind enough to take her out shopping.
By the evening of the third day since Vanessa left Nicole got a call from one of her new employers. She was told they had a photoshoot scheduled for her and she had to report in an hou
r before the photographers would arrive. That was still a few days away, however, and Michael was elevated to know he could keep her in his manor for a while longer.
“Why don’t you just move in here?” he asked her that night as they were driving back to her apartment. She had to pick up some new clothes from the laundry and make sure no one broke into her place. “If you just live with me I can take care of you. You won’t have to work and we’ll always be together.”
Nicole looked at him from the passenger seat. She reached out and held his hand, rubbing his fingers as he gripped on the steering wheel. “You know why I can’t, right? It’s still Vanessa’s home and besides, if I live there then it won’t take long for the press to put two and two together. You’ll headline all the tabloids for weeks.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s paparazzi already snooping around my house trying to figure out who you are,” Michael told her, his eyes glued to the road. “Vanessa won’t even feel your presence. We can put you up in the second floor and I’ll always stay there with you. When she comes by, she’ll only stay in her room and the facilities in the first floor. She’ll then leave and it’ll be like nothing happened.”
That was definitely appealing. Nicole took a moment to think about it but there was just so many little details stopping her from accepting the offer.
“I don’t know, babe,” she told him. “Let’s just take it a little slowly. Let me see how this situation grows with Vanessa. If it turns out all right after a month or two, then sure, I’ll move in. I just don’t want to do it now and end up regretting the decision later on.”
Michael was silent and she knew he was digesting everything she just told him. Being a rich playboy, it was probably one of the few times anyone ever stood up to him and denied him what he wanted. That slightly agitated Nicole because she feared she might end up becoming exactly like Vanessa.
“Okay, I get where you’re coming from,” he told her as he took a left turn and entered the apartment compound. “I have to admit I was hoping you’d just agree but at least you’re not flat-out saying no.”
