As I wandered into the lounge of our large, neat condo, I saw Felix smile. I smiled back - wondering just what he was thinking? He often told me how dumb struck he was, how often he would look at me and feel the same rush of love and excitement as when we first began dating four years ago. It's been two years since we were married and I can't say that we weren't meant to be - having hit it off during our second year of college and being inseparable since.
This morning I had woken up still sleepy, having slipped on a shabby shirt with "D.M.C" written on the front - a memento of a hip-hop concert I had been to with some friends a while back - as well as a pair of denim shorts. Oh lord, if my parents saw me now, they would have been upset - having been raised in a pretty privileged home, I was always expected to be dressed in clean, sophisticated dresses. Maybe that was, in part, why I was so keen on hip hop, night clubs and wearing more flayed clothing. Not that Felix would complain - I saw him there, admiring me - his 26 year old half British, half Indian wife.
"Oh Nicole, you're like...literally an hourglass figure."
He'd often say something like that and it was pretty difficult to disagree with him. I was blessed in the looks department - being 5'7" tall and my 34E cup boobs looked pretty big with my relatively thin, tanned skin body. My hips were wide, or "child bearing" as my husband would sometimes say. And my ass. Supposedly my best feature according to many men (and women)! Large, fat asscheeks that were in contrast to the rest of my body. Very Kim Kardashian-like, and thankfully for me my husband loved that. Anyway the take away here? My measurements are 34E cup boobs, a 41 inch bubble butt ass and a fit 26.5-inch waist.
That said, I feel very lucky to be with something like Felix. Sure, my friends often said that I was out of his league, but I resented that. He was by far, the most kind and caring person I had ever met in my life. He was extremely attentive, a great listener and loved me more than I could possibly imagine. The only real difference between us was maybe music - I really loved hip hop and dressed very urban style, while my husband was more of a rock style guy.
"Felix, baby, did you not get enough last night?" I said with a hint of my British accent still showing, even after having lived in New York for the past seven years. I suppose that I would never lose that, which was great because I felt that it made me feel all exotic.
"Nicole, I can NEVER get enough of you." my husband said with a grin. While I wanted to smile back, I instinctively yawned from tiredness, before purposefully swaying my curves as I wandered over towards Felix before planting a long kiss on his lips.
"Funny how I'm always sleepy after you have had your evil way with me" I said after breaking the kiss, laughing at my comment. Grinning, Felix said in a very proud tone of voice:
"I can't remember hearing any complaints in bed" and playfully smacked my big ass which was only partially covered by my denim shorts.
"Bad boy" I cried out before jumping away, making my way to the shower.
It's understandable why I was tired. That night, we had made love like horny teenagers and although I considered myself pretty fit, it was exhausting. To add a bit more context to this, about two weeks ago, Felix at 35 years old and me young at 26, decided to try for our first baby. I had come off the pill and started tracking my fertility cycle. Last night just so happened to be good timing to potentially get pregnant, so we went at it! Can't say that it wasn't fun though.
What I was most glad about was how Felix gradually got past some of his insecurities. He used to be really hung up over his dick size, if you could believe that. He hated having a 4-inch dick despite me telling him that it wasn't a problem. What's with guys and comparing that anyway? It's not how big it is, but how you use it no? Then again, I suppose that I'm not an expert at that considering that Felix was the only boyfriend I ever had but I loved making love with him so it couldn't be such an issue!
Reluctantly, after about twenty minutes, I got out of the shower and wrapped around a soft towel, I felt revitalized.
"So, what's on the agenda today baby?"
It was a normal Saturday and having worked hard during the week, both Felix as an IT specialist and myself as a high school teacher, we normally relaxed in our condo and did a bit of shopping. However,, we did make plans to meet friends that night. We were to go out for drinks and then a great club that Amy, one of my closest friends, recommended constantly. In total we were about four couples mainly composed of my friends. They were all going with their boyfriends, with myself being the only married one of our bunch.
I knew my Felix well, enough that I could tell that part of him was dreading the evening. The urban, hip hop music style that I loved so much wasn't his scene, so I made it up to him by wearing some tight clothing. He was always excited when he saw me come out of our little guest room, dressed in a dress and this time was no different. Coming out in a tight form fitting dress, cleavage showing and with the profile of my wide ass was highly visible, with my long legs shown off within the fabric of my attire.
"Jesus Nicole, look at you..." Felix said, his voice practically oozing with lust. I laughed, spinning around in place before I said "Down tiger."
We've been at this club, Aura's, for about two hours now. I was with the girls at this point, while Felix was with their boyfriends drinking. We were having fun, dancing out on the floor - even though our significant others didn't want to join us. I had maybe a single drink in my system - not being one to get blacked out, unlike Amy (who was on her maybe fourth glass). Maybe we should have been more attentive, because I had no idea that we were getting circled in by some guys. Granted, I never felt as if I was in any danger. Any nightclub worth its salt has enough security that you never have to worry about being attacked or harassed. At least, from my own personal experience.
A man approached me, stopping me right on my tracks as I was about to leave with the girls. While appearing friendly, he has a stern look to him. Something between the lines of serious and dangerous, if that made any sense. Being somewhat of a pushover, at least when it comes to meeting new people, I didn't know what to do besides answer back.
"Hey."
He introduced himself as Ben. Apparently he was new to the nightclub and noticed my friends and I dancing, and wanted to know whether I was free this evening. Naturally, I shook my head. Obviously I wasn't. I was married, couldn't he see?
"Sorry, I'm married."
"Bullshit, you don't even have a ring!"
I glanced at my hand and saw that it was missing! My heart sank in my chest, mainly for two reasons. One, I just looked like a huge jerk and two, that ring meant a lot to me and the fact that I didn't know where it was could have meant that I got robbed without even knowing it!
I laughed, before Amy interjected, in her drunken state of mind.
"Oh, she's just being hard to get."
"Amy!"
Helping or hurting, right?
This morning I had woken up still sleepy, having slipped on a shabby shirt with "D.M.C" written on the front - a memento of a hip-hop concert I had been to with some friends a while back - as well as a pair of denim shorts. Oh lord, if my parents saw me now, they would have been upset - having been raised in a pretty privileged home, I was always expected to be dressed in clean, sophisticated dresses. Maybe that was, in part, why I was so keen on hip hop, night clubs and wearing more flayed clothing. Not that Felix would complain - I saw him there, admiring me - his 26 year old half British, half Indian wife.
"Oh Nicole, you're like...literally an hourglass figure."
He'd often say something like that and it was pretty difficult to disagree with him. I was blessed in the looks department - being 5'7" tall and my 34E cup boobs looked pretty big with my relatively thin, tanned skin body. My hips were wide, or "child bearing" as my husband would sometimes say. And my ass. Supposedly my best feature according to many men (and women)! Large, fat asscheeks that were in contrast to the rest of my body. Very Kim Kardashian-like, and thankfully for me my husband loved that. Anyway the take away here? My measurements are 34E cup boobs, a 41 inch bubble butt ass and a fit 26.5-inch waist.
That said, I feel very lucky to be with something like Felix. Sure, my friends often said that I was out of his league, but I resented that. He was by far, the most kind and caring person I had ever met in my life. He was extremely attentive, a great listener and loved me more than I could possibly imagine. The only real difference between us was maybe music - I really loved hip hop and dressed very urban style, while my husband was more of a rock style guy.
"Felix, baby, did you not get enough last night?" I said with a hint of my British accent still showing, even after having lived in New York for the past seven years. I suppose that I would never lose that, which was great because I felt that it made me feel all exotic.
"Nicole, I can NEVER get enough of you." my husband said with a grin. While I wanted to smile back, I instinctively yawned from tiredness, before purposefully swaying my curves as I wandered over towards Felix before planting a long kiss on his lips.
"Funny how I'm always sleepy after you have had your evil way with me" I said after breaking the kiss, laughing at my comment. Grinning, Felix said in a very proud tone of voice:
"I can't remember hearing any complaints in bed" and playfully smacked my big ass which was only partially covered by my denim shorts.
"Bad boy" I cried out before jumping away, making my way to the shower.
It's understandable why I was tired. That night, we had made love like horny teenagers and although I considered myself pretty fit, it was exhausting. To add a bit more context to this, about two weeks ago, Felix at 35 years old and me young at 26, decided to try for our first baby. I had come off the pill and started tracking my fertility cycle. Last night just so happened to be good timing to potentially get pregnant, so we went at it! Can't say that it wasn't fun though.
What I was most glad about was how Felix gradually got past some of his insecurities. He used to be really hung up over his dick size, if you could believe that. He hated having a 4-inch dick despite me telling him that it wasn't a problem. What's with guys and comparing that anyway? It's not how big it is, but how you use it no? Then again, I suppose that I'm not an expert at that considering that Felix was the only boyfriend I ever had but I loved making love with him so it couldn't be such an issue!
Reluctantly, after about twenty minutes, I got out of the shower and wrapped around a soft towel, I felt revitalized.
"So, what's on the agenda today baby?"
It was a normal Saturday and having worked hard during the week, both Felix as an IT specialist and myself as a high school teacher, we normally relaxed in our condo and did a bit of shopping. However,, we did make plans to meet friends that night. We were to go out for drinks and then a great club that Amy, one of my closest friends, recommended constantly. In total we were about four couples mainly composed of my friends. They were all going with their boyfriends, with myself being the only married one of our bunch.
I knew my Felix well, enough that I could tell that part of him was dreading the evening. The urban, hip hop music style that I loved so much wasn't his scene, so I made it up to him by wearing some tight clothing. He was always excited when he saw me come out of our little guest room, dressed in a dress and this time was no different. Coming out in a tight form fitting dress, cleavage showing and with the profile of my wide ass was highly visible, with my long legs shown off within the fabric of my attire.
"Jesus Nicole, look at you..." Felix said, his voice practically oozing with lust. I laughed, spinning around in place before I said "Down tiger."
We've been at this club, Aura's, for about two hours now. I was with the girls at this point, while Felix was with their boyfriends drinking. We were having fun, dancing out on the floor - even though our significant others didn't want to join us. I had maybe a single drink in my system - not being one to get blacked out, unlike Amy (who was on her maybe fourth glass). Maybe we should have been more attentive, because I had no idea that we were getting circled in by some guys. Granted, I never felt as if I was in any danger. Any nightclub worth its salt has enough security that you never have to worry about being attacked or harassed. At least, from my own personal experience.
A man approached me, stopping me right on my tracks as I was about to leave with the girls. While appearing friendly, he has a stern look to him. Something between the lines of serious and dangerous, if that made any sense. Being somewhat of a pushover, at least when it comes to meeting new people, I didn't know what to do besides answer back.
"Hey."
He introduced himself as Ben. Apparently he was new to the nightclub and noticed my friends and I dancing, and wanted to know whether I was free this evening. Naturally, I shook my head. Obviously I wasn't. I was married, couldn't he see?
"Sorry, I'm married."
"Bullshit, you don't even have a ring!"
I glanced at my hand and saw that it was missing! My heart sank in my chest, mainly for two reasons. One, I just looked like a huge jerk and two, that ring meant a lot to me and the fact that I didn't know where it was could have meant that I got robbed without even knowing it!
I laughed, before Amy interjected, in her drunken state of mind.
"Oh, she's just being hard to get."
"Amy!"
Helping or hurting, right?
