I was straddling him as his hard C@.ck grazed against me. I was so wet that I was dripping all over his groin. I could not take any more, and he couldn't either.
Jide called me two months after I had my child.
“Congratulations on the baby,” he said simply.
“Congratulations on your engagement,” I replied.
I had not seen Jide since the night I told him the pregnancy might be his. I had spent the last months trying to do my best to rein in my emotions while around my husband. They were months of S3@.x:’ual frustrations and in the mean time, I only F**.Cked other men twice.
Now that I no longer had the limitations of my pregnancy, I looked forward to going out again and having fun. I was done pretending my husband’s d.!ck was doing it for me. I had made him get me a full-time nanny so I had more time to devote to my catering business – and to other men, of course.
I also tried not to spend too much time thinking about whether or not the baby belonged to my husband. What’s done is done. Jide had moved on and I should too. My heart broke when I heard he got engaged to Kike but I tried to shrug it off. Whatever we had was over, I thought, until now that he called.
“You heard about me and Kike?”
“Of course. My husband is your closest friend. You think he would not tell me?”
“No, it’s not that… It’s just…” he went silent.
“Just what?”
“I have missed you.”
My heart leapt at his words. I had missed him terribly too. I wanted so badly to be with him again. To have him make love to me again.
“Can we see? Can you come over, please?” He asked after it became evident I was not going to say anything.
“I will think about it.”
I stood at the door of Jide’s house the next day, trying to decide whether it was a good idea I was there. F**.Cking other men was one thing, but having a thing with my husband’s friend and possible baby daddy seemed like a disaster in the making. And no matter what, the last thing I wanted was for it to come out that I am unfaithful. I loved my husband, I could never do that to him.
For a second, I truly considered going back but I realised that it meant I would not find the satisfaction I sought. I wanted to F**.Ck Jide, regardless of all the complications. I wanted so badly for him to bury his C@.ck in me. This was the thought that gave me the courage to knock.
Five minutes after I entered his home, we were in each other’s arms. We were N@kkd and kissing on his couch. I was straddling him as his hard C@.ck grazed against me. I was so wet that I was dripping all over his groin. I could not take any more, and he couldn’t either.
I turned around, my back to him and he held his C@.ck to guide it into me as I bent on his legs. His thick C@.ck entered me, stretching me as I sat fully on him, feeling him hit deep inside my Pu.$$y. I spent a few seconds savouring that feeling before I began to move.
With my feet firmly on the ground, I started to F**.Ck him in earnest, bouncing up and down as his d.!ck drilled me. His hands were on my waist and my hand was rubbing violently against my Pu.$$y as I F**.Cked him.
I moaned louder, jerking as I came again and again and again. My body convulsing around him and he reached around to grab my bre@.$ts. He teased my N!.pplss, causing me to cum again. I was releasing all my pent up S3@.x:’ual frustrations and after nearly thirty minutes of org@.$ms after org@.$ms, I was spent.
Knowing I no longer had more to give, he gripped me harder and thrust upwards. His C@.ck throbbing inside me. I squeezed my Pu.$$y tightly around his d.!ck, savouring the tightness and soon, he was exploding, cumming inside me.
I sat still while he recovered from his climax. After a few moments, I got up to sit beside him on the couch. Neither of us said anything as we tried to catch our breaths.
Finally, he said, “I am returning to the UK next Monday. Kike is coming with me.”
My heart shattered into zillion pieces. Wordlessly, I got up, picked up my discarded clothes and donned them. I could not believe he was leaving me again!
He watched me silently as I got dressed. I fought the tears threatening to fall down my face. My heart ached and even though all I wanted to do was to hold him and never let go, I knew that was insane.
Who was I to tell him to stay? I had my own husband, my own family, I rationalised as I finished getting dressed.
“Congratulations,” I found the courage to turn around to say before turning the doorknob and walking out of Jide’s life.
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