WILLWill admittedly looked debonair in his tailored Versace suit. He was handsome, charming and sexy all rolled into a nice package. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror making sure that his cuff links were securely fastened.
Anyone with any sense of style could tell that he was most certainly a man who was serious about his appearance. He paid handsomely for his wardrobe. The black suit had cost $1,695. The Versace striped shirt hit him for $300. He smiled at himself because he knew that women would be adding him up the moment they saw him. It wouldn't even matter that DaNikka was accompanying him. A well-dressed and handsome man has the power to drive a woman crazy, there is no doubt about it, he told his reflection.
He adjusted the strap on his Movado timepiece before picking up his bottle of Unforgivable cologne. He tilted his neck to the right and depressed the pump once before switching to the other side and repeating the process. As he rubbed away the wet spot on his neck with his fingertips, he saw an imperfection that annoyed him—his wedding ring. He smirked. I won't need this tonight. Especially since I plan on being a very bad boy. He removed the inconvenient reminder and placed it in his black Gucci travel bag on the countertop.
"Just like Justin Timberlake said, I'm bringing sexy back." Will laughed to himself as he studied his flawless chocolate skin and well-groomed mustache. "You're a suave brother who has it all. Money, power, a wife at home and freak on the side. Now, let's go make your forty-third birthday a memorable one," he said aloud, popping his collar and winking at himself before exiting the bathroom.
He was in Philadelphia, staying at the luxurious Ritz Carlton Hotel. He'd paid good money for a penthouse suite that could be accessed only via a private elevator. His nineteen-hundred-square-foot suite had two bedrooms with super-king-size beds, two and half baths, a living room, dining room, a den, full kitchen and an incomparable panoramic city view. Will poured himself a glass of wine before he moved toward the window, drew back the drapes and took in the beauty of the city. He exhaled as he stuffed one hand in his pocket and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"DaNikka, how much longer are you going to be?" He spoke loud enough for her to hear him. She was still in her private bathroom getting ready for their evening together.
"Not much longer," she answered him.
"You'd better not be," Will threatened as he took a sip of wine. "I want tonight to be perfect." Will loathed having to wait for her but since a lot of what he was showing his young and naive mistress was new to her, he was patient. After all, this trip marked the very first time that she'd ever been outside of Pittsburg, California.
He glanced down at his almost empty wineglass and laughed a little as he thought about the craziness of his secret life. Living a double life was an exciting adventure to him. He enjoyed entertaining the more primal side of his nature. He enjoyed the freedom it afforded him. The women, the secret rendezvous, the private clubs and secret societies he was a part of were all designed for men like him. Men of wealth, power and social status who needed to be discreet.
"I'm almost ready." DaNikka updated Will on her progress. "I'll be out in a moment."
"Okay," Will answered as he felt the cellular phone vibrating in its holster. He looked to see who was calling him.
"Donna," he whispered to himself. "I've told you a million times that it's over and that you need to stop calling me. Women trip me out with wanting to end a relationship as friends. If I'm done with you, I don't want to be your damn friend. Just leave me the hell alone."
"Who are you talking to?" DaNikka finally exited the bathroom.
"No one. I'm just talking to myself," Will said as he put away his phone.
"So how do I look?" DaNikka struck a pose for him.
"Just the way I want you to," Will said, smiling at her lustfully. She had on a gray Diane von Furstenberg dress with a hemline that stopped well above her knees. The dress wrapped around her body, leaving a fair amount of her ample breasts exposed.
"What about my hair? Do you like the way it looks?" DaNikka asked as she twirled around and modeled the short, cute Halle Berry-style haircut.
Will sat down on a nearby straight-back chair and draped one leg over the other as he studied all of DaNikka's assets. She was blessed with the body of a goddess. She was tall like him, had curvaceous mahogany legs that he loved holding during the throes of passion. She had full hips, a full and voluptuous apple-shaped ass that he loved to spank and bite on. She had a set of luscious breasts, with round chocolate nipples that were the perfect size for teasing with his lips and tongue. Her succulent lips, alluring bedroom eyes and energetic youth rounded out her package. She was his showpiece, his personal playmate and the thing that made his ego purr. Physically, DaNikka was perfect in every way. However, when she opened her mouth, it was painfully obvious that her body was her only asset. It didn't matter; Will didn't need her to think or be smart. He already had an intelligent wife.
"Do you like my shoes?" asked DaNikka pointing out her Prada high-heeled shoes. Will brushed his tongue across his lips.
"Yeah, I like those a lot." Will smiled devilishly.
"You sure?" DaNikka asked again.
"I'm positive. I'm more interested in what you have on underneath that dress. Do you have on the lingerie I purchased for you?"
"Yes, I got them on." DaNikka positioned herself directly in front of him. Her love mound was at the right height for his lips to kiss. Will leaned forward and spread his legs open.
"Stand right here." He pointed between his legs. DaNikka did as he asked. "Now, turn around," Will directed her. Will lifted up her gray dress and exposed her perfectly fabulous chocolate ass, which was accented by the presence of the gray silk thong.
"Damn." Will massaged her big, spankable ass. He then began to place kisses all over it. DaNikka cooed and responded to him by leaning forward and resting her hands on her knees. She made her ass jiggle playfully for him because she knew how much he liked to see that.
"I am definitely an ass man. There is no doubt about it," Will uttered as he spanked her derriere once more before covering it back up.
At that moment Will's cellular phone rang again. He pulled it out of its holster.
"Is that her? Is that your wife again? Because I know that's who you were talking to when I came out of the bathroom."
"Calm down and get your emotions in check," Will said before answering his phone. "Hello," he greeted the caller. "Good, we'll be down in a moment," he said and then ended the call. "That was the limo driver."
"Oh," DaNikka said softly. "I just got a little twisted because I thought she was calling you."
"You need to put those childish emotions of yours away.
If you're going to be with me, you have to be a big girl, understood?" Will stood up and took her face in his hands. He wanted to taste her lips. He drew her to him and kissed her tenderly.
"You know that I'm your man, don't you?" Will whispered in her ear.
"Yes," DaNikka responded softly.
"And you will do what I ask," Will stated.
"I'll do anything for you. I've told you that before. I'm so lucky to have a man like you in my life, and I'll do anything to be with you and to make you happy."
"That's my girl. Come on, let's go. We have to be at Zanzibar Blue in fifteen minutes. I want to make sure that I don't miss Diana Krall's opening number."
A short while later, DaNikka and Will were sitting next to each other, enjoying a light dinner and listening to Diana sing the classic jazz tune "Fever."
"I've never heard this song before," DaNikka said as the melody finished.
"It's a hot little number, isn't it?" Will said, turning his attention away from the stage and back toward DaNikka.
"Yeah, I like it. I'm not that big on jazz music, but I like that song."
"See, that's what I'm talking about. I'm going to show you things that you've never seen before. I'm going to take you places you've never been. As long as you remain loyal to me, good things will happen."
"Well I appreciate you wanting to show me things and take me places, because it beats seating around the house all day wondering what's going to happen next. I can handle being sophisticated as long as you show me how." She gave him a bright smile.
"Tell me something that you like about me, DaNikka," Will demanded, taking her hand and placing it on his thigh. He focused on her breasts and felt his erection begin.
"I like the fact that you're a powerful man. I like the fact that you buy me things, and I like the fact that you're teaching me things that I never knew about. I like how you make me feel sexy. I don't feel self-conscious with you. I feel desired."
"Touch me," Will commanded. "Stroke it for me."
"You want me to do it right here?" DaNikka whispered. "Right now?"
"Yes," Will answered. DaNikka unzipped his pants, removed his erect manhood from its confines and began stroking it.
"You are so hard," DaNikka said as she leaned toward him and kissed him. Will's erection tightened up even more once their lips met. "You want to do me bad, don't you?" DaNikka whispered in Will's ear.
"Just as bad as you want to do me," he answered, sliding his hand beneath her skirt and wiggling it up toward her womanhood, which was hot and wet.
"Oooh," DaNikka cooed aloud as Will's fingers touched her. "Can you tell that I'm moist?" Will was attempting to get around the fabric barrier of her thong, but DaNikka stopped him when she noticed their waiter returning.
"Would you like to see the dessert menu?" the waiter politely asked.
"I'm cool," said Will. "What about you, babe? You want anything?"
"No," DaNikka answered, laughing nervously because Will's fingers were still trying to crawl upward. It was clear by the expression on the waiter's face that he knew exactly what was going on. With a smirk, Will made eye contact with the waiter.
"I got this," he said just as his ...
