And to think he always complains about how I don’t work out enough.
He turned off the lights and crawled into bed next to me. I waited a minute longer but nothing happened. I looked at the clock, 11:57. I had waited over an hour for his lazy ass and I was still horny. So, I slid next to him and pressed my lingerie-clad body next to his.
“Eh, not tonight honey. I’m tired.” He grunted.
“I’ll let you fuck my mouth.” I whispered into his ear and then again, I gave his crotch a gentle squeeze.
“Err, fine. But be quick. I have to go to the office early tomorrow.” He relented.
It’s not like it’s been a whole month since you fucked me or anything, and I offered to suck your dick but sure. I’ll be ‘quick’.
He rolled over and pulled his boxers down several inches. I moved to my hands and knees and positioned my face over his limp dick. I took his manhood in my hand, it was slightly sweaty, and it looked like it had been several days since his pubic hair had been trimmed, but I wasn’t about to complain.
I leaned forward and took all of him into my mouth at once. I wrapped my tongue around his flaccid member and licked it like a popsicle. Once he was good and slick with my saliva I wrapped my fingers around his base and began sliding my lips up and down his slowly growing shaft.
“You like sucking that dick you dirty slut?”
“Mmhhmm…” I mumbled yes with his dick still in my mouth.
Over the last few months, he had started using somewhat vulgar ‘dirty’ talk. I wasn’t sure what sparked it, and although I didn’t necessarily love it, I hadn’t said anything about it yet.
Finally, his erection grew to a size that I could start bobbing my mouth up and down on him. He grabbed me by the back of the head and forced me down further and faster. I could easily manage his size but I made gagging noises nonetheless because I knew he enjoyed it.
Once he was hard enough I let him slide from my mouth and I quickly slid my panties off. I moved to straddle him but he pushed me to the side.
“Put your head down.” He ordered.
With me in the doggy position he moved behind me and easily slid his cock inside me.
“Damn, your pussy is soaked. You really do want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Uh huh.” I urged him.
Without any further stalling, he began ramming me from behind. There was no build-up or steady pumping, he just started in full-speed mode.
“Ow..ow..ow…” I moaned, mostly from pain.
He raised a hand and slapped me hard in the ass, then he did it again. I braced myself with one hand and reached back to stimulate my clitoris with the other. With my ass in the air, I let my face rest on my pillow. I closed my eyes and instantly imagined the position I was currently in except it was Ikenna taking me from behind.
What the hell are you fantasizing about?! He’s your son’s age. And although I wouldn’t exactly call this ‘making love’, you’re with your husband right now. Control your thoughts.
I opened my eyes and looked back at Ahmed to keep my focus on reality. His eyes were on my ass. The hair on his chest clung to his sweaty skin.
I allowed my eyes to close again and once again my thoughts went straight to Ikenna.
“Stop it.” I said to myself.
“What did you say?” Ahmed slowed his pace slightly.
“I said, keep going.”
Ahmed picked up the pace again. Slamming me hard enough to push me forward. Lying flat on my stomach, being penetrated from behind I guiltily allowed my thoughts once more to stray to Ikenna. Although this time I didn’t fight it.
I reached underneath me and again stimulated my clit. My fantasy of being fucked by My son’s best friend was disrupted occasionally by Ahmed calling me a whore or slapping my ass. But soon I felt myself building to a climax.
“Ahhh yes…ahh yes…yes.” I moaned in pleasure.
Ahmed abruptly pulled out of me and the illusion was shattered.
“Are you done?” I asked him as he pulled his boxers back up around his waist. I hadn’t even felt him cum.
“Oh yeah. I got there, good one babe.” He said. Then he stepped off the bed and went back to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
That’s it?
I rolled over to my back and looked up at the ceiling. I was glad Ahmed had climaxed, but I was left extremely unsatisfied. I looked over at the clock, 12.00.
Three minutes!?
We had gone for three minutes. And two of those minutes had probably been me getting him hard with my mouth. Ahmed’s phone buzzed from on top of his nightstand and disrupted my depressing thoughts.
I reached over, picked up his phone and was mortified by what I saw. It was a picture of a young woman. She was posing in front of a mirror, butt naked. The hand not holding the phone was on her pussy. Her perky breasts looked like they would have floated away if not attached to her slender body. The caption read, “Can’t wait for our business trip coming up.”
Oh my God, He’s sleeping with that slut receptionist of his, Sarah!
A pit welled up deep in my stomach. My eyes began to water. I heard the toilet flush so I quickly locked the screen, replaced it on the nightstand and rolled to my side.
Ahmed exited the bathroom and crawled back into bed. A moment later his phone vibrated again. He checked it.
“Who…who is it?” I asked him with my back next to him, hoping he wouldn’t notice how shaky my voice was.
“Oh, uh…just a client that we’re going to see this weekend.”
“We?” I stuttered, wiping the tears from my face.
“Yeah, Sarah and I. We have to go out of town again this weekend for business.”
“Oh, I see.” I said.
“Yep, night dear.”
“Goodnight.” I whimpered.
Soon, Ahmed was snoring next to me.
More than twenty years of marriage. How could he do this!?
I lay awake in agony. All sleep had left my body.
Is it cause she’s younger? Yeah, her boobs are amazing, but they must be fake. Then again, does that even matter?
I debated between confronting Ahmed or giving him opportunities to come clean. But what if he never planned on telling me? I had no idea even how long this had been going on for. Weeks? Months? Longer? At first, I felt betrayed. I was hurt. But when the sunlight started peering through the blinds in the morning, I only felt angry.
Ikenna:
“Where is Kola?” Bassey asked.
“I don’t know. But he’s going to be late to first period.” I said.
Swarms of kids were rushing through the gate. My nose was assaulted with all different kinds of cologne and perfume that had been applied generously.
“Look, there’s his Mom’s car,” Bassey said.
A white jeep pulled up to the gate. The passenger door opened and Kola stepped out. The window rolled down, Mrs. Tolani was smiling from the driver’s seat.
“Hey Ikenna! How are you?” She called out.
“Hi Mrs. Tolani.” I waved.
“Haven’t seen you at our house in a couple days. Don’t be such a stranger, stop in and we’ll cook up some nice meal again.” She said.
Before I could think of anything to say she pulled away and was gone.
“Getting a ride from your Mommy?” Bassey teased in a baby’s voice.
“Shut up.” Kola said. Bassey opened his mouth again but Kola interrupted him. “It’s actually pretty cool.”
” Not everyone has a nice car these days.” I offered as a defense.
My comment seemed to deflate Bassey because he didn’t say anything else. We started navigating through the busy halls to our classrooms.
“How’s your Mom doing?” I asked Kola.
“What?”
“How are your parents?” I changed my question.
“Fine.” He looked at me like it was a weird question. Probably because it was, I had never asked before. I didn’t really know why I was asking now.
“See you guys later.” Kola said as he ducked into his first period.
“He’s a spoilt brat.” Bassey said now that Kola was gone. “And what was up with his Mom?”
“I haven’t seen you in a couple days Ikenna, why don’t you stop in and we’ll eat off each others naked bodies Ikenna.” Bassey mocked, attempting to impersonate Mrs. Tolani.
“What?”
“Does she need to see you every damn day or what? What are you two dating or something?”
“No, she just likes me. I live close and I spend a lot of time at her house.” I said. “Besides, you’re just jealous.”
“Hell, yeah I’m jealous. I would cut off my left nut for a chance to suck her big breasts.” Bassey said. “I’m jealous Kola got to suck on them as a baby. Can you imagine?”
“You’re ridiculous.” I laughed.
“I would eat her ass hole too. She’s one sexy woman.”
“You’re sick.” I said as we parted ways for our classes.
I wonder if Mr. Ahmed ever eats out his Wife’s ass? Nah, that’s pretty kinky. I doubt she would be into that.
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