Final chapter..
“Hey, I thought you were asleep?”
“Nah, working.” I responded and came to sit beside him, which I later realized was a bad idea. He was back in boxer shorts and a loose T-shirt, the same shirt his wife had borrowed yesterday. My eyes dipped to his crotch and stayed there.
It was a pastime, something I always did around guys; sizing up their d!ck. His looked like it might be small though that wasn’t a guarantee, I’d seen enough dicks to know how big they could grow.
He closed his laptop and we began watching the Wedding Party 2. I wrapped my hands below my breasts, the weather had suddenly turned chilly and I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, not even a bra.
“Are you cold?” Desmond asked. “I can turn down the AC if it’s too much.”
“No, no it’s fine. Just don’t have much clothes on.” I replied.
His eyes instinctively dropped to my body and stayed on my breast were my nipples are pebbled, poking against my shirt.
“Here,” I said, raising his arm and tucking myself into him. “Much better.”
I could feel him staring at me above, felt the heat from his body as my br£ast and nipples grazed his body in a way that made me what to moan out loud.
This was a leap, no doubt. Yes, we had hugged, pecked, talked about s*x in all its forms but this was different. There was something undeniably intimate about watching a movie with a man arms around you. If he found my behavior sudden or strange, he didn’t let on. We watched in relative silence save for the times I burrowed deeper into him, my hands placed gently on his thighs absent-mindedly stroking or squeezing. The movie credit rolled out and I leaned forward to grab the remote, my ass clearly shaped out in my bum-shorts and directly in his face.
I turned the TV off and stood up, his eyes staring at my body, mine on his crotch which was clearly hard.
There was something I wanted to show him so I said, “Wait, there’s something I want you to see.” The huskiness in my voice not at all intentional.
I walked up to my room and changed into one of the options I had layed out for the meeting tomorrow, the other placed across my lower left arm.
It was a black corporate outfit with grey pencil skirt that highlighted the curves of my hips and round ass.
I stood in front of him and asked, “What do you think?” Before he could respond, I did a slow turn letting him see all sides taking painstaking seductive turns when my ass was to him. His eyes were wide when I looked at him again, his d!ck unmistakably erect, so I did it again.
“It’s nice.”
“Do you think I should wear heels or flats? I don’t want to seem too formal.”
“Heels. Or flats. Either would work.” He said and I smiled.
“Now, the second…” I went behind the couch and took off my top and skirt till I was left in just a bra and my panties. I was wet, the high of standing half naked behind my sister’s husband fueling my s*x drive in ways its hadn’t been in a while.
I stepped into the navy blue dress the walked to stand in front of him again, this time much closer so that our legs touched. “Could you help me with the zip? I can’t get to it.”
For about five seconds, there was no reaction from him and I hoped I hadn’t pushed things too far. My back was completely exposed with just the beginning of my ass visible. The only bit of clothing I had on was my bra.
Eventually, he put his hands on me. They were soft and warm, if he had misgivings about the position we were in, his hands didn’t let on. They were sure and steady and held on to my clothes like he owned it, like he owned me.
I felt more liquid trickle down my legs and had to pull them together to control the shot of lust that traveled there. He seemed to be having difficulty reaching the top of the dress because I now had my heels on, so he placed his hands gently on my waist and pulled himself up. I edged backwards a little at his pull giving no room for him to stand without having my ass pressed firmly against his d!ck.
And I was right, he was hard and big and thick. I wanted to grab it in that moment.
His hands traveled up my body back to where he stopped on the zip but still he couldn’t get it all the way up.
“Is it stuck?” I asked.
He uhm uhm’ed and then did something that was a big turn on for me. He grabbed both my upper arms and pulled me back into him so that my breast pushed outward and my back squeezed together. I couldn’t help it, I moaned.
The zip went all the way up this time but I stayed a bit longer against him before I moved away. The dress clung to me like a second skin even giving my breast an uplift that wasn’t real but looked really good.
“This one. This is better. And wear it with the heels.”
I smiled sweetly and said, “Thank you.”
I grabbed the first set of clothing and made my way upstairs, eager to get to my bedroom and get naked. I was soaked.
I threw my bag open in search of a black dildo, the biggest one I had but didn’t find it. Frustrated, I settled for a smaller one, one that wasn’t as thick but complimented that disadvantage by vibrating. I made a mental note to order for another toy that was thick enough and vibrated from Adunni Ore’s S€x Toy store as soon as I was done here.
I plunged deep, not wasting much time teasing myself. I’d have preferred a good f∆cking from something more alive and warm-blooded but this was what I had. The toy wasn’t very effective but I was turned on enough that it didn’t take long for me to go off. Twice…three times…a fourth till I lost count.
I slumped back on the sheets completely exhausted, aware I needed to bathe but couldn’t dredge up the strength to stand.
The door opened then and Desmond stuck his head in…and then pulled back in surprise. The entire room smelt like pussy juice, my p√ssy juice so thick that I knew he couldn’t miss it. I was under the sheets so he couldn’t tell that I was naked.
“Going to see some friends at a bar. Might be late. You can sleep in if you want I have a key.” He said and I replied with a nod, not able to do much else.
Sleep came suddenly and swiftly, picking me up and tossing me around countless images and scenes till dawn called and I woke.
Project Presentation Day
It was 5:12am.
I took a shower and dressed up. Desmond was up, still groggy from sleep but up. We drove to the entrance of the estate where my colleagues had already packed the car waiting. He wished me good luck and I got in and we drove off.
Roughly around seventeen minutes before 7pm, I barged into the house drunk with excitement. The project had been approved, we were to start implementation a week after.
Desmond saw my happiness and I jumped into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, he held me by my ass and hugged me back. I had discussed the project with him from the beginning about three months ago, so he knew it was a big deal for it to be approved on our first meeting.
“We are going out to celebrate. I need to change. Wait for me.”
I half walked, half ran upstairs stripped off the dress I had on and took a quick shower. I didn’t bother with panties or bra when I changed into a lemon jumpsuit.
Desmond was ready when I came back down. He had grey jeans on and a deep blue V-neck shirt. I complimented it and we left. I gave a few suggestions on the kind of place I wanted to go and he drove us to a palm wine lounge. It was somewhere around Yaba; posh, nice decor and not too crowded.
We sat close to the bar and started the night with palm wine and peppered snails. There was an open floor for dancing with disco lights showcasing a full kaleidoscope of colors. There were other couples around, a group of female friends celebrating a birthday on the bamboo inspired furniture setting.
I coaxed Desmond into braving the open floor and dancing with me. He was horrible which was funny to me. I later allowed him sit back down while I danced alone. He drank and watched me. And I felt s*xy. I joined him on the seat after a while and we drank some more. He was drunk, blamed me for it and then drank some more. I saw what my sister found in him. He was a nice guy, easy to talk to, good looking and seemed to have funny come backs for all my statements.
I dragged him again to dance and he followed.
I guess alcohol does give people courage.
He turned me around and I rocked against him, my ass grinding ceaselessly on his groin. In that moment, I had a revelation; I was attracted to my sister’s husband and I wanted to fuck him. Badly.
Damn the consequences.
We danced all night and then bought a 5 litre keg of wine as we left. I snatched the keys from Desmond’s hands when he started spewing rubbish about driving us. Like I wanted to end up in a ditch somewhere.
He stared at me the entire way home and I honestly considered packing the car and kissing him. Just to see what would happen next.
We got home and I walked with him inside. He grabbed my ass in support and this time I knew it was deliberate. I had been teasing him all night, throwing signs of what I wanted. We got inside and I led him to his and my sister’s bedroom.
“I need a shower.” He said and sank into the bed.
I agreed and said, “Yes, you do. Come here, let’s get those clothes off.”
I pulled his hands and he stood up to stay in front of me. I latched my fingers into the tail end of his shirt and pulled it off of him, exposing naked brown skin. He was in shape but not wholly muscular.
” And these… ” I put my hands on his jeans and pulled them down. He helped till he was standing before me in just his briefs.
I sat down and drew him in between my legs. When I placed my hands on the top of his boxers, he held them in place and said, “Oluchi? We shouldn’t.”
I kissed his hands gently and sucked each finger into my mouth till his grip loosened. I dragged them down, exposing his engorged dick which was at eye level with my face.
I slowly licked the beginning of his left thigh and then the right one, breathing in the musky scent of his manhood. I was going to s*ck it and I wanted him to know it, to anticipate it before I did.
I rubbed my face on his c0ck using my nose to fl!ck it around. He whispered my name as I took him in my mouth and looked up at him so he could see his dick stretch my lips. I placed a hand of his balls and sucked him in deep till my lips hit his pubes and his dick was in my throat.
His heads fisted in my head, not pressuring but guiding. I pulled out letting only the pink head of his d!(k remain before swallowing him in again. I repeated the action several times, my pace picking up now. He was groaning as he looked at me and I stared right back not breaking the contact for a second.
He began pushing me hard against him and I gave myself up for him to use. He pulled me completely off his d!ck, strands of saliva bridging the gap between my lips and his cock and brought me down to his balls. I sucked each of them in, pushing his dick upward so it was laying against his abdomen. I s∆cked and l*cked and fl!cked, moaning with it in my mouth so he would feel good.
He grabbed my hair again, rougher this time and slammed me back on his d!ck. I sucked him when he hands guided me as such but otherwise stayed still when he wanted to fuck my face. His movement were getting frantic as he moved me up and down. He would turn me to the side so he could f*ck the side of my cheek and rub his dick all over my lips.
With my hands back on his balls again stroking, I sucked him in deep and looked up at him. He held me in place by the hair, made short thrust with his hips and started coming. I wanted to taste him so I didn’t protest. Ropes of cum ran down my throat in quick successive shots till he was done. It wasn’t tasty but I didn’t expect it to be when I swallowed.
I pushed him back and stood to take off my dress. When he saw I was n@ked underneath, something in him went wild and he attacked my pussy with a vengeance, his tongue hard and wicked as he lapped my juices which were now gushing.
I held his head to my crotch and grinding against him, my hips lifting up when he flicked across my clit or nibbled it with his teeth. I was so high, so hot by the act I didn’t notice he had placed his hands under me and was lifting me up. Something that wasn’t very easy to do, my lower half was thick as f*ck. He carried me till my back was placed against the bathroom door and bits of the wall while he ate me out.
I was screaming and thrashing and m0aning and he seemed intent on killing me. With deliberate flexing of muscles, he began bringing me down only to settle me on his d!ck which was now hard again. Slowly he sank me down on himself till only a little of him was left and then he slammed up into me. And I came. My arms around him neck holding with all my might as he fucked me hard.
My legs dangled off the ground as he kept thrusting into me, setting the stage for a second orgasm. I moaned loud as I rode me back, my head in the nook of his shoulder urging him with s£xy words to f*ck me harder. And he did.
My p*ssy was on fire and I came again. And he still fucked me.
The door to the bathroom opened from the continuous banging on it and we stumbled it. We backed against a wall, the cold tile k!ssing my skin. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pushing him deeper into me. He grabbed my hands and placed them above my head, pining them with one wrist while he feasted on my breast. I came again and he finally dropped me.
My legs felt like jelly, unable to hold my weight and he helped me inside the tub.
I turned around and presented my ass to him, my body nudged into the corner for traction when he entered me again.
He ran his d!ck up and down my pussy before pushing in again. I whimpered as he slammed into me, unable to say or do anything else other than stand there and be fucked. He was nearing a climax, I could tell. His motion was faster and his thrust shallower. I used my hands to spread my ass apart so he could get in deeper. He played with my clits and then moved his finger around to plunge into my asshole. The orgasm that came on was sudden and completely unexpected. My entire body went rigid and I came all over his dick, milking it of its contents. He came with me, burying his d!ck so deep inside me, it was like he wanted to crawl into me. Our breathing was ragged as we came down from the sexual high.
He pulled out after about a minute and just sat on the edge of the tub breathing.
When I could move again, I cleaned up and pulled him in so I could wash him off too. He looked lost and confused and part of me was saddened that he might have regretted this.
The days flew by after that. Amaka came back 4 days after we f∆cked. We never spoke of it again, barely spent much time alone with each other the entire time she was away.
I felt partly guilty for doing that to him, of making him lie to his wife because we absolutely could never tell her. We both agreed on that. And I sometimes felt bad.
But there were days I hoped he would get horny thinking of me, of his wife’s younger sister and just f∆ck me senseless from behind like he did that night.
