After lunch, Zainab took the kids to a craft store to buy some items for a project they had been working on for Father’s Day. It was a decorative cushion for Ali’s office chair.
Dinner was at a Chinese restaurant where the family met up with another couple and their two kids. Zainab continued to think about her encounter with Uche and how naughty and exciting it all was. She felt as though she had a new hobby. She wanted to tell her friend about it at dinner, but she would never do that.
She received a text after returning home from dinner. At first, the image confused her. The picture from Uche showed a pixelated print-out of one of her pussy pictures. The paper was smudged and smeared with a pale thick substance, like clumpy glue. Then it clicked in her mind.
It was his cum. He had obviously masturbated onto a picture of her pussy. To the side, Zainab could see Uche standing over the splattered picture holding his dick. A stubborn white blob of cum still hung from the tip.
Zainab snuck off into the bathroom and rubbed herself to a quick orgasm while looking at it. The amount of semen turned her on in the picture, but she was most stimulated by the thought of him coming on her pussy.
She saved the picture to her other photos and rejoined her family in the living room where they had started a movie.
Zainab had thought about having sex with Ali throughout the day but decided not to initiate or bring the subject up until he did. She wanted to see how long he could go without sex.
Zainab waited until Ali was asleep in their bed before she returned Uche’s picture text. She quietly crept into their bathroom and snapped a picture of herself with her top off. Uche responded immediately to the new picture.
-CAN’T WAIT TO SUCK ON YOUR NIPPLES-
Zainab smiled and went to sleep imagining Uche sucking her nipples.
Sunday was church day. The family went to their church as they usually do. Zainab taught the Sunday school class and Ali attended a men’s Bible study.
After the service, the family went to brunch with some other members of the congregation and had a nice, leisurely meal.
At home, Zainab checked her texts to reveal another picture. This one was taken outdoors, in a park. Uche was sitting on a bench in a bushy area. He had written “Missing your mouth” under the picture as a caption. His cock was hard and in his hand, as he took the selfie.
Zainab texted him a line that was out of character for her.
-WISH MY MOUTH WAS WRAPPED AROUND THAT BIG COCK-
After re-reading her text, she looked away and winced.
‘Did I write that? Oh God.’
Zainab was becoming aware that her inner self was being revealed for the first time and apparently, her inner self was a slut.
This week had brought thoughts she had never had before. Sucking and fucking and being watched and desired, all these were newly realized and when she compared them to her thirty-four-year history, were nothing short of shocking.
Zainab wanted to see Uche, but could not break free of her family obligations on a Sunday. She would need to think of a consistent excuse to help her get out of the house for an hour or two when she felt the need to be with Uche.
Ali was in a strange mood by Sunday evening. He helped Zainab prepare dinner and rubbed up against her repeatedly as they prepared the family meal.
“Let’s get busy tonight, Zainab. What do you say?” Zainab looked over at her husband and saw that he was wearing his “sexy face.”
Inside, she was disgusted. After a month, now he wants sex.
What Zainab really wanted was her big piece of Uche’s meat, not her husband who seemed to be some sort of sexual camel. Zainab knew that to keep up appearances, she would have to give in to having sex with her husband every now and then. As little as one week ago she would have jumped at the chance to make love to her husband, but now…
“Sounds like fun, sweetie!” She smiled.
That night Ali made the typical move. He began rubbing her breasts, then took his boxers off under the sheets, which was Zainab’s cue to remove her panties.
Ali slid on top of his wife and begin humping her as she lay on her back with her legs spread.
In a matter of about five minutes, Zainab was up going to the toilet wiping her husband’s cum out of her pussy.
That night marked an important turning point in her married life. Her husband was no longer her sexual interest. This was a depressing revelation to her and caused her to feel melancholy as she began planning her Monday, and what possibilities awaited her on Uche’s day off.
Ali seemed happy. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and returned to his side of the bed.
“Good night.”
In the morning Zainab read:
-IT’S MY DAY OFF. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TODAY?-
Uche texted Zainab as she was driving back from dropping the kids off at school.
Zainab replied,
-NOTHING-
-WHY DON’T YOU COME AND PICK ME UP AND WE CAN GO TO THE PARK?-
Zainab smiled as the excitement returned to her life after a long, dull weekend.
-I WOULD LOVE TO! PICK YOU UP AT 9?-
He responded,
-9 IS GOOD. SEE YOU THEN!-
In a flurry of activity, Zainab set about showering and selecting clothes for her outing.
She was reminded that she needed to go shopping for her new “boyfriend” because her wardrobe did not have anything cute or sexy. She managed to once again, find a skirt and roll it up to make it sexier.
She wore a light blue top that matched her skirt and a pair of leather sandals.
Her breasts were extra sensitive, a sign that she was horny.
She remembered where Uche lived without much problem. She parked two houses down in front of a neighbour’s house. Hoping to avoid any confrontation with his parents or anyone else for that matter.
She was a couple of minutes late.
In her rear-view mirror, she could see Uche walk out of his front door and up the sidewalk toward Zainab’s car.
He opened the door and Zainab was presented with the familiar scent of his sweet cologne. The smell reminded her of the taste of his dick. The memory caused her to smile.
“Hey Zainab!” He leaned forward and gave her a far more serious kiss than she was expecting as a greeting.
Zainab was a married woman, she wasn’t used to being someone’s girlfriend. Uche kissed her like a girlfriend, not a wife. She liked that.
Zainab broke off the kiss, not wanting to be seen so close to his house.
“Where to?” She asked.
“I want to take you to that park that’s not too far from here. The one I took that picture at yesterday.”
Uche pointed for her to go straight.
The park was near the river that ran through the city and surrounding suburban area. It was a sort of wilderness area that had lots of small, established picnic tables and built-in grills. It was a heavily grassy park with lots of privacy.
Zainab parked her car in the area closest to the path leading to the river. It was an asphalt path lined with benches and water fountains meandering about a quarter mile toward the river. There were identical side trails that intersected the main path along the way. It was a beautiful morning and there were several people in the park enjoying the day.
Uche was wearing long, black shorts, a blue T-shirt, and black sneakers. He looked out of place. He looked even more out of place holding the hand of an older woman dressed in clothes from a different style of a different generation. It would be obvious to all who could see that these two just didn’t belong together.
Zainab wasn’t immediately aware of how incompatible she and Uche looked to outsiders. She was happy holding hands with her new, exciting lover thinking about when and where she would be able to gain access to his body again.
As they approached a retired couple who appeared to be in their late eighties, she noticed the look on their faces that gave her pause. The couple were giving her direct eye contact as she passed them by. Not a friendly “good-morning,” but rather more of a glare.
Zainab didn’t say anything, and at first reacted fearfully. As she thought about why the couple stared her down, she became excited. Their obvious judgement reminded her that she was holding hands with a young man. A young man with a huge penis that she would have in her hands and mouth very soon.
Zainab became sexually aroused once again. The thought of having other people observe her as she committed adultery with her lover made her feel dizzy with lust. She hadn’t expected such a reaction. She wanted to have sex with Uche in the worst way at that moment.
“Let’s find a place to sit down.” She suggested.
“There’s a place right up here.” Uche led Zainab down a path, and finally to an older picnic bench with a canopy sheltering the table. The entire spot was heavily shaded and cooler than the surrounding area.
“This is nice!” Zainab sat down facing away from the table.
Uche sat next to her.
“It looks pretty private, doesn’t it?” He looked around as he let his hand wander over her legs.
“It’s perfect.” Zainab focused her attention on Uche’s face. The two moved closer and embraced.
They quickly established a rhythm to their kissing. Their slippery lips opened and closed together as their tongues revealed their inner desires. Each tongue penetrated the other’s mouth and circled around repeatedly.
Uche’s wandering hands squeezed and twisted Zainab’s breasts and nipples causing her to give an excited squeak. Zainab’s hands caressed his chest and upper body, then made haste to his (already erect) penis.
Soft moans and pants came from the couple as they groped each other. Zainab’s hand grabbed Uche’s cock through his shorts and held it firmly. She looked down upon the prodigious bulge. She wanted it.
Uche moved his attention to her skirt. Without any hesitation, Uche pulled up the hem to her hips and slid her underwear to the side.
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