It began when I was deployed last year. Fortunately I was sent to Louisiana and not overseas. Still, being 16+ hours from my wife, whom I had been with for four years, was not an easy pill to swallow. Thankfully Nikki surprised me with some sexy pictures to help “get me through.” She said she’d rather I fantasize about her than some porn star on the Internet. We agreed to talk via Skype as much as possible, but unfortunately because of my schedule, sometimes two weeks would pass before Nikki and I could talk.
Once in a while, when I was very lucky to get a day of down time, Nikki and I were able to Skype alone — privately. That was my favorite because Nikki and I not only caught up on life, we could also get some sexual release. There’d be a little dirty talk as she’d masturbate for me and send me sailing over the edge. I’d think about it for weeks.
Although Nikki was what I’d consider out of my league, we had an amazing bond. We were in love for sure. Nothing could change that as far as we were concerned. We could tell each other everything. I even told Nikki about my secret cuckold fantasy of watching her get it on with another guy. She asked a couple questions, which I answered best I could. Nikki admitted she was flattered that I’d rather watch her than a stranger in a porn video, but ultimately she giggled dismissively saying, “I could never cheat on you.”
The third month into my deployment got hectic. Nikki and I managed to Skype only three times, and then only for ten or fifteen minutes. The second time she seemed perturbed that I had to go so quickly. I had a bad feeling that she wanted to tell me something. “I’ll tell you next time,” she said, giving a fake “It’s-okay” smile and then abruptly hanging up. A week and a half later when we Skyped I definitely knew something was up. She seemed happy, but nervous. She seemed almost too sweet. When I asked about it she said, “I don’t want to get into it now because you don’t have time, but there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“Is everything ok?” I asked. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” she said.
I told her I’d call the following Friday at 6:00. It was our anniversary, and it just so happened I would be off Saturday and Sunday, so Nikki and I would have time to Skype. I hoped we’d also have time for one of our little private sessions, being our anniversary and all.
That evening, I pulled up a set of pictures Nikki sent me two weeks prior to help me “get through” as she put it. They were some pictures of her in sexy outfits, some were of Nikki nude, lying in bed. One picture was my favorite. Nikki was lying on our bed nude, looking up at the camera. The horizontal shot gave the illusion the viewer was kneeling at the foot of the bed looking down at Nikki as she gazed into the lens with her gorgeous green eyes. An initial look at the picture one might describe Nikki’s look as innocent, a good-girl. But the way she bit her lip seductively (which always drove me wild) conveyed an underlying naughty side. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth, which she knew I absolutely loved. I was flattered she would take the care to shave herself for a picture for me because after several years, she got lazy about keeping her pussy shaved.