By: John Silva – December 2021
It was a beautiful day, and Jim was sitting on an outcrop of rock overlooking the Apache River, and watching a log float by. He was enjoying his thoughts and reflecting on how exceptional his life had become. He was an incredibly lucky man. He was married to Sara, his childhood sweetheart who had such a beautiful smile, the brightest blue eyes, and the most gorgeous natural blond hair which she wore in a pixie style that pleased him. Jim loved his wife and their two beautiful children. Mariana was five and quite the young lady and Dan who was all boy was soon to be eight years old. It should have been enough, but Jim wasn’t satisfied to just have a wife and children. He wanted more. His dark side wanted much, much, more.
Zaza, his mistress, had long red hair. She was an awesome pole dancer and when he asked her she would do a great strip tease for him. When he needed wild, crazy, sex all he had to do was ask, and she would make all his fantasies come true. Sometimes, they would make love all night long. They really enjoyed trying new positions, role playing, and living on the edge. When they were together, there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do or consider.
Somehow, he had stumbled into this unexpected and unusual situation where he had what he felt was the best of both worlds, and he was thoroughly enjoying his good fortune.
The breeze had picked up a little and it did a little dance as it blew through his hair. It had a nice cooling effect. He was hot and tired after his long hike, and when he leaned back against the rocky ledge and stretched out his legs the warmth of the sun eased his aching muscles. Jim opened the cooler… took out a chilled bottle of water… and enjoyed a long cold drink.
He closed his eyes, and soon he was asleep dreaming of Sara, his beautiful and loving wife and their lovely children. Sara had prepared an amazing dinner, and they were all sitting around the dining room table talking excitedly about their upcoming trip to Disney World. Business had been good, and Jim was planning an incredible vacation for his family.
They had reservations at Disney’s Beach Club Resort. Danny was going on and on about the life size shipwreck he would soon be exploring and the pirates with whom he would be crossing swords. He was also very excited about barreling across the resort’s lake on his very own jet ski. Mariana was looking forward to splashing in the swimming pools and going down the slides at the water park with her dad. Sara’s thoughts were focused on being pampered at each of the three spas available to the Beach Club guests, and enjoying dinner at the resort’s five star restaurant with Jim, followed by a romantic walk around the lake. And, Jim? Jim was looking forward to seeing everyone enjoying themselves.
As the dream faded, a second dream took its place. He felt the pounding bass notes ricocheting inside his rib cage… pulsating to the beat. The music was hot and so was he… and Zaza? She was on fire! They shot across the dance floor with a sensuous mixture of exotic gestures and suggestive moves mixed with gyrating hips and seductive invitations. Awed by their unusual style, the other dancers cleared the floor. And, when the music stopped, everyone in the ballroom stood up and cheered. And, in his dream he and Zaza were rushing through dinner because they were both feeling a mutual desire to satisfy their shameless desires. As The dream ended, Jim faded into a deep sleep.
The next morning Jim awoke, slipped into a comfortable sweater, and made some coffee. He sat on the deck overlooking the vast forest which surrounded him. Turkey vultures circled overhead. They rode the thermals effortlessly spiraling in great circles searching for breakfast. To the north, a half dozen bald eagles were strafing the river like jet fighter pilots effortlessly snatching salmon from the river. In his mind’s eye, Jim could see a nest with young eaglets eagerly awaiting the return of their parents and the catch of the day.
For some reason, the drive back to his home seemed surreal. As he drove, he seemed to be floating gently through the soft curves of the road and the ups and downs of the hills. The effect was visceral, scintillating, and somewhat intoxicating.
When he got home, he began to consider who he would spend the night with. Would he choose Sara, his wife? Or, Zaza the stripper?
He decided to put off the decision until after dinner. He was looking forward to spending time with Sara and the kids. Perhaps they would play the new board game they had recently acquired. He could always call Zaza later if he was up for a visit. Lately, his sexual desires had been gaining momentum, and he missed her hot body against his.
Sara finished the dishes and went upstairs to get ready for bed. From his recliner in the living room, Jim called Zaza and informed her that he would be needing her services later that night.
Jim trekked upstairs to their bedroom. Sara was in the bathroom, and said she would be ready in just a minute… all she had to do was to get ready for bed.
Sara looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, and she carefully arranged her wig with its long flowing red hair. It glowed and shimmered in the light of the setting sun. And, soon it would be draping itself over her shoulders and down her naked back. Sara loved roleplaying with Jim. Especially when she played the role of Zaza.
Jim considered his situation and again regarded himself to be a very lucky man… he smiled… he really did have the best of both worlds.