Thanksgiving Tryst

As James woke up he rolled over in bed to look at his beautiful wife. But when he did, there was only an empty indent in the sheets where she had slept. He rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling.

Fuck. Nothing about this trip is going like I planned.

He had hoped that convincing his parents to room the kids on the other side of the house would mean he and Laronda would get some alone time to “reconnect”. To have some quality time and hopefully “rekindle” their relationship. He had even not jacked it for two weeks in anticipation.

But no luck. It had just been one fight after another. He had hoped that having the kids out of the room would let loose the gates of passion. All it did was let loose the tide of resentment that had been building between them. Now he was just stuck alone, horny, and frustrated.

He felt a firmness in his briefs. God, it had been months since they had sex. He was so pent up that he ached, straining against the cloth.

Well if his wife wasn't going to do anything about this...

He slid his hand under the covers and slipped his shaft out of his underwear. It stood firmly at attention, waiting loyally for the pussy that would never come.

He tried to picture his wife as he slowly stoked himself, her huge breasts dangling over his mouth as she rode his cock, but every time he tried, Tisha's face floated into his vision… her slender legs… her skinny arms… He could almost feel her ass in his hands again...

Just as he was making progress, he heard a click from the door and froze, his member throbbing in his grip. Laronda was sure to chew him out for gooning even though she wouldn't give him so much as a hand job these days, so he pretended to be asleep.

He heard someone moving around the room, but it didn't smell like Laronda. No, where had he smalled that beautiful orange peel scent before?

Tisha, when he was carrying her down the trail!

James opened his eyes a crack and could see the door to the hall was closed. But the door to the bathroom was wide open. Tisha was standing at the foot of the bed, a towel around her waist, looking at herself in the floor-length mirror. The stiffness in his hand intensified as his eyes lingered on her dark, perky nipples, her lithe waist, her small, firm breasts. She glistened like a goddess, sparkles of the water shimmering on her pitch-black skin.

Had she taken the wrong turn out of the shower? The rooms did look very similar. Or did she just want to use their full-length mirror and thought no one was in here?

Just as he was wondering if he should say something, she dropped the towel on the ground and started stretching.

Holy shit! She is beautiful.

In the morning light that was softly filtering through the curtains he could see every contour of her chocolate skin. Her feet were thin and long, her toes painted white to match her nails. She pulled one foot up to her ass, then tipped her upper body over so she was balancing on a single leg like a slender black heron.

Those dancer’s legs were truly something to behold. James marveled at how anything could look so thin and yet so strong at the same time. The firm curve of her calves… the strong muscles of her thighs… God! He wanted to reach out and touch them.

Oh shit, I can't tell her I'm here now, or she will think I was spying on her, and if she tells Laronda… James thought nervously. Better to keep pretending to be asleep and play dumb if anyone asks.

But he should keep his eyes open. You know, just in case.

Tisha put her leg down and turned around, her back to him. She stretched her arms up to the ceiling. Lord she was tall. But James couldn't keep his eyes from her small firm ass, the cheeks curved delicately inward. He felt the blood swell into his crouch again, the shaft in his hand getting harder and harder.

As he stared, she started to bend over. James marveled at the gap between her thighs and how not an ounce of fat seemed to hang on her frame. As she folded herself fully in half, he caught a glimpse of a slice of bright pink staring him straight in the face. A hint of strawberry in a sea of dark chocolate.

James could feel his cock aching for it. Longing for it. Just two seconds and he could be out of bed and sliding inside her. Pressing his member deep inside her tight tight pussy.

No. I can't. She doesn't want it. She doesn’t even know I am here… And I am married!

To stave off the urge to seize Tisha's ass and plunge his penis deep inside he started stroking himself again. Slowly, lightly, just running his fingers up and down his length beneath the covers. He imagined parting those soft pink lips, feeling her slender belly swell as he rearranged her organs, pressing deeper… deeper….

Just as he was reaching the edge of satisfaction, Tisha turned to face him and he froze. But she didn't look at him, she kept her eyes turned to face the mirror. She spread her hands out flat and widened her stance into a warrior pose.

As she did he was treated to a glorious view of her chest. True, her breasts were nothing like the size of Laronda's but they were miraculously, gravity defyingly, perky. Her black nipples swooped up at the end, pointing to the sky. He could see her ribs through her skin along her waist, where her tight abs cinched her impossibly thin frame even thinner.

He remembered the weight of her in his arms when they were hiking, how easy it had been to hold all of her. How easy it would be to lift her whole body up in his arms right now and lower her down onto his quivering rod. He could almost feel her tight pussy squeezing his dick harder and harder as gravity pulled him deeper and deeper inside him. He bit his lip as he imagined sticking those perky tits in his mouth and watching her squirm with pleasure as he inhaled them into his throat.

His hand wasn’t moving, but at just the thought of her thin body he could feel the cum rising in him, his balls aching to blow his load inside her.

Then, he heard a noise from the hall. Tisha jumped and rushed for the bathroom door.

Had she known where she was all along? Had she known he was there?

But no one came in. And Tisha didn’t come back. James was left alone with his thoughts, a rock hard cock, and aching balls.

Monday: Yoga