Bitter Sweetness III

A Story By Dan Chucks

This was unfair, wicked, disrespectful and totally selfish!! I knew I had no direct pass to seek equal treatment from Onyinye. Her best argument would keep being that she had never ever asked for sex from me, so why would I think she should let me fuck her? But how more sensual must our activities together be before we get to that point?

For treasure’s sake, I had felt her buttocks, seen her pussy, touched it, , inserted several fingers and even came close to eating her out but she was making it look like those were the most normal things to be witnessed between strangers. Fuck her! fuck her game! fuck her tricks!! fuck everything!! I was determined not to be moved by any of those again. I came to Enugu for a place with an ICT firm and that is exactly what I will concentrate on henceforth. I was really pissed at the moment.

In four days I started work. The new office was a brilliant place to pass time and I quickly made a lot of new friends. There was this guy called Daniel too who later became a very helpful friend. I did not find it hard to let him share my pet name; Danny. Things were appearing normal to me again. Onyinye had as usual shown no traces of worry. In fact, she appeared more formal to me day by day. Even when I tried to display my new found dislike towards her, she paid little or no attention to it, rather played her usual role of wife and mother ordering me round on errands in the course. I felt bitter and largely uncomfortable!

It was on a Wednesday this time; after what had seemed like a decade.

She had gone shopping that very day and had just returned with the groceries she had bought. I had made it home earlier than usual from work after my boss was forced to make a sudden trip to Lagos that morning. My immediate supervisor must have had personal businesses to do because he quickly told us we could return home if we wanted.

I knew what that spelled for me, but when others happily jumped to go, I had no choice. As Onyinye stepped in, I noticed there was a guy standing at the door. He was still in the stairwell so I could not tell who he was but as he spoke with Onyinye in hushed tones, I quickly told it was a guy. My mind raced!!

Had she been cheating on Uncle D? That can be. But just then, another inner voice asked me “if she could do all those to you, why wouldn’t she?”. Game!! It was now rather clear. I pretended not have noticed the guy and only welcomed her as though she was alone.

She answered and gestured the bags of groceries she had on her towards me; of which I quickly went for. As I got closer to her, she appeared rather preoccupied and kept making attempts to close the door a bit more in what seemed to be a bid to stop me from seeing who it was she was speaking with. I knew I was the problem. She did not expect me home so could not continue with her plans now she saw me. I eventually did not see the guy despite my best efforts and between the time I dropped the bags at the kitchen and returned, he was gone.

What followed was a more usual routine.  She went inside, changed from her denim trousers and flowery blouse into a pink gown with a pleated hemline. The hands to the gown were thin and it exposed her entire chests and shoulders. I could also see the outline of her white bra which drew traces on the burst of the light dress.

Her bra strap was exposed and so was her thighs too as the gown only travelled mid-thigh only. I could still see why she could have her way with virtually any man. She had the body of a sea princess and she knew it.  I still meant to maintain my new withdrawn disposition towards her and had successfully pulled it off so far. When we were done with our various little things, we returned to the living room.

She went for the TV and turned it on. I had stopped sitting directly opposite her as a signal to her that I wasn’t in for her little games anymore. In fact, I had started sitting directly opposite the TV to make sure she had no chance of even relocating with me and she did not either. However, on this very day, as I went for my new seatt (opposite the TV), she chose to lie on hers.

Logically, it was just impossible to see the TV in that manner, judging that her head was now placed at the same position as the TV while her legs were at the opposite corner thereby making me appear to be the TV now. As I tried fathoming what was about unfolding, she killed the silence.

“You returned earlier than usual today, Daniel?”.

“Yes ma. We were dismissed earlier than usual”, I replied trying as much as possible to show that I had little interest in her question even though I noticed the formality in the choice of name she used.

“Hope nothing went wrong over there?”, she followed. “No”, I bluntly replied again.

“It’s okay. At least you can keep us company today”, she was refusing to drop this. I had hardly got finished with thinking up what next to tell her when I saw what her current lying posture was!

“Not again!” I screamed in my head!

“This woman must be out of her mind!”

Still lying on the couch, with her eyes strained in a bid to see the TV, her left leg was casually hung to the back rest of the couch while the other remained on the couch! Her entire nakedness was exposed to me save for the black cotton panties she had on.

I was startled. Not today! Not this time! I had made up my mind never to get carried away again. Never to get carried away by this same woman!! I could not just keep being the toy!! How can she keep doing this with sheer recklessness!! I would not give in this time, I felt. However, I immediately realized that for the entire time I had all this going through my head, I still had my eyes fixed to her darkened crotch!! Oh that triangle!

How I had craved it. It appeared even fresher than it was last time. Her cotton panties delicately lay on it, keeping my eyes from seeing her puffy lips. Her legs magnificently rode endlessly into those regions, meeting in a junction of several folds and curves before being capped at the unmistaken mound right at the middle. I could feel my dick stir violently as it pushed to break free from the crushing manner of my sitting. I obliged and quietly adjusted, letting it pop out from the underside of my thigh unto the front regions of my shorts.

She had been saying things of which I had since stopped following but soon realized she had been saying them to me. I was forced to ask what she was saying.

“D. He said he might have to travel” was her reply.

“Really?” fell off my mouth as I watched her readjust thereby pushing her hips further up letting me see the underneath of her ass globes. My world!! What a view!! Wished then that I had cameras in my eyes.

“Yes” she continued

“I just sent that guy you met to the bank. He will be withdrawing money on his behalf”

Who cares?!! I was fucking enjoying the best views of my life and who said I did meet the guy? She was not cheating D after all. Or was she? with me? Whatever! I was a bit resting on the couch to get the best view possible but just then I had the usual skepticism return.

“What will then be my reward? Unfulfilled sexual desires?” it dawned on me once more. She was taking her usual path again. I will get so horny only to be rewarded by utter rejection. I recomposed myself and pulled my eyes away. I was determined once more not to mark an end to something I had worked so hard to stand by lately. I would not.

We heard a knock, and I made for the door on her request. It was the initial guy. I could tell from his voice. He pooped-in his head to say some things to Onyinye after which he handed me a black polyethylene bag which I easily told was some money.

In a few seconds, he was off again. I handed the bag to her after closing the door. But then a flicker of new screens on TV caught my attention which made me stand and stare for a while. I kept looking until I found the seat and sat. It was a documentary on polar bears. I found it interesting as the  narrator discussed their eating habits. However, before I could fully get into the narration, I realized I was on the wrong seat. In fact my wrong seat; as it was perfectly Onyinye’s right seat.

She was now sitting directly opposite me again after several days and when I looked up to check her out, she was counting the money in her hands. She gave no inkling that she was aware of my seeming peril. I thought of standing and returning to my former position but that was going to show model weakness, so I chose to stick to fate.

Another tap on the door and the guy was back. I could not get what was going on anymore.

“Oga say make I wait for am”, was his explanation while standing on the door I had opened.

“It is okay. You can have a seat” replied Onyinye politely. He undid his sandals and walked in. I felt some relief instantly. At least, she would not dare those silly things while he was here. As I turned to return to sitting, I met him sitting directly opposite the TV.

Well… that closed a chapter too. I would also have to remain opposite Onyinye unless I would share her couch with her and that was just out of  the question. I tried concentrating again on the documentary but inexplicably could not. After several attempts, I relaxed and tried listening to the small talk Onyinye had been making with the guy. Just then, she laughed, and by reflex, I was induced to look at her. She was now seating and I need not say that her legs were back to their best positions, fatally parted.

I knew she must have been reassured by the fact that the guy who just walked in could not possibly see them from his angle. Of course he should tell her legs were not crossed but would never want to think that the person opposite her could see her stark as it appears. I was fighting a lost battle.

What should be the most appropriate reaction? Sitting still and not looking or leaving the room entirely? Doing the later will only help the guy form more conclusive opinions. I had to remain there but not look. I assumed that never meant I would not cast a glance or two but must not keep my eyes fixed! I felt that will also she also send her the required message of disinterest.

After several moments, no one seemed to want to talk anymore. I was still glancing into the TV screen even though I was not following what was been televised. The guy had slept off on his couch and even Onyinye had to get busy with a booklet I suspected was a Runway magazine.

“Something to keep her mind busy and away from seduction”, I thought. However, not long after, I decided to take another quick glance at her, and for the first time since I began staying with them, she did sharply retrieve her gaze and looked away, as our eyes met.

She was staring at me all along. And yes, her legs were obviously more parted. I grinned in my head. She must be feeling defeated now. She was not getting the kind of attention she expected and must be feeling inadequate. But I was determined to drive on. I was not going to give her the hand. I returned my gaze to the TV and made every effort to keep my mind totally blank of her and her deeds.

In what looked like a couple more seconds, I sensed her stir so was enthused to look her way. She was making it up. She was leaving the living room. I could not believe it.

“Was she tired of trying?” I began in my thoughts.

“Would this be the end to all this?”.

I trailed her movement as she got out of the couch, turned and began making it to the inner rooms but just then, my eyes met what I probably should not have seen. There was a fading patch of wetness just behind her gown and right on the area in between her legs. She had been releasing her juices.

Oh city of Jericho!! What in the world brought me into this?!! How could it be possible? That cannot just be! She couldn’t possibly be that wet when no one was touching her! Not at all!!

She must have been sweating! That has to be the explanation to this. But I needed to see her again to know how horribly hot she had been while still in here. Although I quietly began seeking to see if I had been feeling hot myself of which the answer was a fat no!

The air conditioner was on meaning it was totally out of the question. Equally, the guy who had joined us moments ago, was still sleeping and not a drop of perspiration could be seen on his face. Onyinye’s juices had been flowing freely. That was the undeniable truth and I was more than aroused now and felt ever eager to see her more.

Danny has a blog (quite-lewd.blogspot.com) where he writes very erotic stories.