I could sense Eniola feared my reaction and attempted to diffuse his offer by replying, “I don’t know Ikechukwu. I think I’m gonna sit this one out.” She paused, before continuing, “You’re an incredible dancer though!”
Before Ikechukwu could reply, I found myself interjecting, “Really babe? Don’t tell me you’re tired already.”
Ikechukwu spoke, “I agree! You look far too good out there to call it quits. Come on, one more dance!”
Eniola looked at me with a confused expression. I’m not sure why I pushed her, but the intrigue and my arousal were certainly the driving factors. She looked up and Ikechukwu and then back at me.
“Are you sure?” She asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I replied, essentially giving her a pass to go back out there and get fondled by this larger man.
She smiled knowingly. There was an excitement on her face that I wasn’t used to seeing. She shrugged, “Okay.”
Ikechukwu moved to help her back up for the second time, and he shocked us both with his next comment.
“Excellent. I can’t wait to get my hands back on this gorgeous butt.”
I looked up in shock. Ikechukwu simply gave me another thumbs up as he walked my wide-eyed wife away from the table. He wasted no time, resting his large paw on my wife’s ass as they approached the dance floor. She looked back in my direction as he assumed position immediately behind her. It was a look that said, ‘Well Folarin. You asked for it.’
I could see the arousal in her eyes as she planted her rump back into him. It was like her ass was magnetized to his crotch, and I knew she loved the feeling of his manhood touching her body. I suddenly noticed that my mouth was dry, and my focus laser locked on their movements.
They seemed to be talking even more than in their last session, and Ikechukwu seemed to be even more touchy-feely with Eniola. For a few moments at a time, I would lose sight of them in the crowd, and every time I did, I would feel a flush of panic.
A minute had passed, and they continued to explore each other’s bodies. I noticed Eniola look up at me, her eyes on fire. Ikechukwu was speaking to her from behind as they danced. I saw her lips moving as well but could not make out her words.
I watched as Ikechukwu’s hands once again moved up to her breasts, confidently cupping and squeezing them. My wife didn’t break eye contact with me as he did – and it was a supremely erotic moment. They stayed like that for a while, swaying, this man caressing my wife’s large breasts. I looked on as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying his touch.
She mouthed some more words to him, and I watched as he slowly spun my wife around, her back now turned to me. At first, she rested her hands on his shoulders as a slower number had begun. He gently took her hands and moved them downwards, first to his waist, and then I lost sight of them.
The angle was such that I could see my wife’s expression as her hands rummaged around what I knew was his crotch. At first, she looked shocked, and then her agape mouth transformed into a huge smile, and then she laughed in what looked like disbelief.
She instinctively glanced back at me with a wicked smile as if she wanted to scream at me about how large he felt. It was as if I was suddenly in an embarrassing dream that I couldn’t wake from.
They turned just so, and I could now see that my wife was clearly touching and feeling the fabric of his trousers. The sight of it nearly caused me to fall out of my chair. My heart was racing, and my mind reeling, but I couldn’t peel my eyes away.
My wife of nearly twenty years, the mother of my son, was now fondling someone else’s manhood. Her hands were grasping at a thick outline, moving up and down his length. The only thing that separated her hand from his cock was a thin layer of khaki fabric.
Just when I thought my mind was going to explode, the song ended, and the DJ announced he would be taking a ten-minute break.
Ikechukwu placed his arm around my wife’s waist and began walking her back to me. There was a ridiculous mast in his trouser that he seemed not to care about. The room was too dark and too crowded for anyone to really notice.
Eniola’s face was radiant, her eyes devilish, as they approached the table. I noticed how much larger Ikechukwu was than my wife, towering over her curvy frame.
When I realized neither of them was taking a seat, I instinctively stood. Ikechukwu continued to hold on to her waist in a painfully assertive way. This was my wife he was embracing!
He spoke, and I’ll never forget his words, “Folarin. I’m going to take Eniola up to my room.” He paused and looked down at Eniola, whose eyes were wide with embarrassment. She looked as if she was entranced, completely under a spell.
“Your wife told me you enjoyed watching us dance. I think you’ll really enjoy watching us in the bedroom.”
It was an out-of-body experience, surreal in every sense of the word. He was speaking with such nonchalance, such easygoing confidence – almost as if this was a normal conversation for him. Twenty years ago, I would have slugged the man without a second thought, but standing here now after two decades of routine. I was somehow, against all odds, intrigued.
I was also at a loss for words. I looked at Eniola. It was as if she wasn’t actually herself. It was as if a woman who looked identical to my wife had taken her place – her purely sexual doppelganger. It was at that moment I realized I needed to see how far she wanted to take this.
I was scared; I was confused; I was embarrassed. But more than any of those, I was aroused. I was desperate to see my wife in a way I hadn’t before, totally and unforgivingly sexual. This man had captivated her, using his large manhood as a tool of enticement. She was seduced right in front of me during the dancing that I allowed.
The alcohol and his cock perhaps combined to act as the catalyst to breach her defences. My wife was completely under Ikechukwu’s control.
I spoke, delirious, “Baby. Do you want to go upstairs with Ikechukwu?” I asked, my words hinting at the insane prospect that I hoped she did.
“Please, call me Ike.” He casually added.
Eniola paused, blushing, fidgeting as she stood. “Only if you do.” My wife sweetly replied, nervous, anxious, excited.
That in itself was an admission and an impossibly erotic one. I looked at her and then at him. “Alright Ike, we’ll head up with you.” I couldn’t believe I said it.
The elevator ride was a sexually charged dream. Never in my life had reality seemed so distant. Eniola looked at me, a cocktail of emotions evident on her face. There was sex, fear, and excitement all dancing wildly in her bright eyes. She had grabbed at my arm, clutching into it for safety, for approval. Suddenly, Ike began to explore her body with his hands. I did nothing to stop him.
I watched as his hand traveled down her back, resting on her butt. He looked at me, commenting on it. “Folarin, you wife really has an incredible ass.”
I nodded in agreement. “She definitely does.” He gave it another playful slap, and I saw a smile break out on Eniola’s face. She was shaking with excitement, still clutching at my arm. Her smile excited me, and a bizarre tension began to boil inside of me. They continued to feverishly paw at each other as Ikechukwu opened the door to his immense suite.
As soon as we entered the room, he took her by the hand. “Folarin, do me a favor and grab a couple bottles of water from the bar there. I’m going to take your wife into the bedroom.”
It seemed with every opportunity. He reinforced his control of the situation. I complied willingly, driven by perverted arousal.
As I made my way to the bar, I turned to see my wife’s big ass swaying hypnotically as she followed this man into his bedroom. I couldn’t believe my eyes as she crossed the threshold and disappeared out of view.
I swung the refrigerator door open in desperation and hurried to look for the water. Once I had the bottles, I began to make my way to the bedroom. I suddenly heard a giggle, and it caused me to stop dead in my tracks. The hairs on my neck stood tall, and a chill ran up my spine. The most harrowing and intoxicating sounds I had ever heard were now emanating from the doorway. My wife cooed and giggled as this man explored her body. My breathing grew erratic, and my heart quickened – but I remained motionless, listening.
Suddenly, through the doorway, I saw the black lace of panties fly across the bedroom. Before I could react, a bundle of black cloth followed. That was her dress. Their voices were as clear as if I was standing right next to them.
“You are beautiful Eniola, you look even better naked.”
Ikechukwu had seduced my wife into the nude, surely touching her all the same. I couldn’t process the reality of it.
Suddenly, I heard the clanking of a belt buckle, and my dick stood erect within my slacks.
He continued, chuckling. “You really want to see it, don’t you.”
My wife spoke for the first time, excitement and fear both in her voice, “I really do.”
Suddenly, all was quiet. The silence lasted what felt like an eternity until Eniola spoke again. Her voice was husky.
“Jesus Ike. You have such a manly cock.”
He chucked, “I’m all man baby. From head to toe.”
I heard the terrifying sounds of their lips smacking in a passionate kiss, and then Ike spoke again, “On the dance floor you told me it was bigger than your husbands. Did you think it was this much bigger?”
“I didn’t know this big was possible.” She replied honestly. Her voice was dripping with arousal, and I could only imagine her pussy was as well. Their lips met again, and this time, the kiss was wetter and longer.
“Speaking of which, where is your husband?” Ike replied. I didn’t move, still unable to process this moment in time.
“I don’t know.” Eniola replied. Her voice was dismissive. She was clearly more interested in the eroticism occurring in their bedroom. It was both painful and painfully arousing to hear. I listened as their lips met again. This time, Eniola’s mild moans escaped from between their connected mouths.
Suddenly I heard a loud slap. Surely it was his hand meeting my wife’s naked ass. He spoke louder as if he knew I was outside the room, listening, struggling to deal with the massive trepidation of the moment. “Get on the bed, Eniola. Wherever he is, I’m sure he knows I’m about to fuck his wife.” I heard the sound of sheets ruffling and a mattress moving from the weight of a person.
He continued, “What do you think Eniola? Am I about to fuck his wife?”
Time froze as I waited for the fateful reply.
Her voice was low and sultry, and I could tell that at her very core, she was loving his dominant words. “Yes.” That was all she said.
I dropped the water bottles as another short-circuiting of my mind occurred. The plastic containers bounced off the hardwood and rolled across the living room floor. I listened as Ike joined her on the bed, and more kissing and caressing ensued. This time the passion was more audible. I heard the wet noises of smacking lips and the skin-on-skin rummaging of bodies exploring one another.
“Play with it baby. Just like that.” Ikes voice boomed between kisses.
“It’s so fucking big.” My wife replied, breathless. “I can’t believe how heavy it is.” Suddenly a giggle. “My hand doesn’t even fit around it.”
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