I awoke in a stupor.
It took me a long moment to remember exactly where I was. Looking at my watch, I noticed it was nearly three in the morning. “God,” I thought “, Amaka is gonna kill me.”
I slowly gathered myself and rose from Garba’s couch. I was alone. The party was over, and I couldn’t help but feel a touch of anger over the thought of no one waking me to let me know.
My name is Obinna Jacob, I’m 40 and an Area Purchasing Manager for a national supplier of luxury office items and furniture. Garba Tahir is our Account Manager, and friendly with almost everyone in the company.
Every few months, he hosts a little get-together at his home. I typically attend these gatherings with my wife, Amaka, but tonight, she was called into work.
I was pretty disoriented and having a hard time as I stumbled through Garba’s house. This was a rare, unfortunate moment. I wasn’t the guy who passed out at a party, nor was I the guy who couldn’t hold his liquor.
I began reaching for my car keys on the table when I heard a loud noise from down the hall. I didn’t catch what it was at first, but then it happened again – it was the moaning of a woman. I froze in place, unsure of how to react.
Standing silently for a moment, I soon heard the jostling of bed springs and more moaning. I was intrigued but realized this was my cue to leave. I slowly began walking towards the door when suddenly, a cry, “Oh! Fuck! Fuck me Garba!”
I froze again, this time in stunned amusement. Garba was single, reserved, and polite – this was too curious. If that wasn’t enough, I was sure I recognized the voice of the woman; I was just too groggy to place it.
Inexplicably, and against my better judgement, I began walking down the hall – slowly, silently.
As I neared the bedroom doorway, the moaning was reaching a fever pitch. It took all my courage, but I peeked inside. To say the sight was a shock would be a tremendous understatement.
A naked Garba was on the bed, pounding a woman from behind. I quickly realized it was Bisola. Bisola was the wife of one of our co-workers, Osawe – she was also pretty good friends with Amaka.
My heart immediately sank for Osawe, but my dick stirred at the sexual sight in front of me. I blinked once, and again – this didn’t make any sense. Garba was in his late 50s but, admittedly, kept himself in great shape.
He’s a former gym instructor, a large guy who, despite his size, most would consider unassuming. I suppose most women would find him handsome, but not in an overt and obvious way. He’s a great man, always willing to go the extra mile to help out at the office, and respected by almost everyone at the company. Yet here he was, fucking a co-worker’s wife.
Despite my disappointment, I couldn’t help but notice how erotic the scene in front of me was. I had never seen adulterous sex before, and the contrast of Garba’s large body against Bisola’s sof,t petite one was exciting to witness.
Her head was tilted back with her lip bitten and her eyes closed, she was now trying to hold back the moans of pleasure. Her small breasts were shaking back and forth as the slapping noises of their joining sexes filled the room.
Suddenly, I saw a phone screen light up from the corner. My second shock of the night was noticing Osawe in the room. He was standing in the corner, nude, stroking himself while watching the erotic scene on the bed.
My jaw dropped, and my mind couldn’t process any of it, Between the alcohol, the late hour, and the absurd sight in front of me, I thought I was going insane. Just as I was finding the composure within me to turn and leave, Garba and Bisola switched positions.
As Garba was pulling Bisola off of him his cock fell out of her and into view. At first, I thought it was a dildo or that my mind was playing tricks on me. The thing was absolutely massive, probably close to 10 inches long and very thick.
I quickly averted my eyes from it, and right as I was moving to leave, I felt a moment of terror. I wasn’t sure, but I thought Garba had seen me. As I was pulling away from the doorway, I caught a glimpse of his face looking in my direction. I didn’t look back to double-check; I moved quickly and quietly, scurrying out the front door and making sure to close it silently behind me.
The drive home was a blur, and not just because I was still recovering from the alcohol. How could Osawe sit there and watch that? What led to that situation? Did he lose a bet? If so, those were some seriously high stakes. It didn’t look like he was angry. If anything, he was enjoying it – as evidenced by him jerking himself off.
I shook my head in complete confusion but also couldn’t get the image of Garba and Bisola out of my mind. All of a sudden, my phone buzzed; it was a text. After glancing at the 5 missed calls from Amaka, my heart skipped a beat when I noticed this last notification was from Garba.
‘Would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about that. I would like to talk on Monday so I can explain’
“Fuck.” I said it aloud, I was caught. I pondered for a second and replied, ‘You don’t owe me an explanation. I shouldn’t have wandered down the hall, won’t say a word’
A minute or so passed, and another reply.
‘It’s important that you don’t, Obinna. I don’t want to hurt Osawe and Bisola’s marriage with gossip – I know you’re a good guy who wouldn’t do that kind of thing, but being responsible, I need to make sure.
Please give me a few minutes on Monday so I can explain’
I suppose it was the least I could do after spying on them like some drunken pervert
‘No problem, we’ll talk then. Really sorry about catching that, I was drunk and stupid”
Garba, ever the understanding soul, replied, ‘No worries, natural curiosity I’m sure – see you Monday’
I arrived home minutes later, and Amaka was still awake, pacing around the living room in her nightgown, her large natural breasts bouncing and hair in a mess.
“What the hell, Obinna! I tried calling you like 10 times!”
I immediately commenced with an apology, “I’m sorry babe, I don’t know what the hell happened, but I passed out, just woke back up at 3 am – I guess all those hours in the office and on the road these last couple months must have caught up with me. I’m embarrassed as shit, sorry.”
Thankfully, she relented quickly; we had trust established in our marriage, and she had no reason to worry other than for my safety.
Her reply was direct: “You should be! I know you’ve been working hard, Obinna, but that’s no excuse to pass out like some juvenile idiot. Try to pace yourself or come home earlier next time, babe. I was worried sick!” She approached and gave me a relieved hug.
Amaka is 34. She’s a gorgeous woman by anyone’s standards, and I’m absurdly lucky to have her. She’s a nurse at the city hospital, and nearly every patient under her care falls in love with her. Amaka is a beautiful lady with large natural breasts, an hourglass figure, and a killer ass.
She has lovely skin and an angelic face with classically feminine features. She’s not only beautiful but also kind, quick-witted, and assertive. She was looking up at me with her feisty eyes and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal.
The sexual scene from earlier had left an impact on me, and my testosterone was high.
I grabbed her and kissed her passionately, moving my lips down her neck and clutching at her side. I got lucky because she seemed to be willing and in the mood. Amaka immediately reciprocated with kisses of her own, and before long, we were both nude on the couch.
I was pumping my 6-inch dick into her as I leaned in and continued kissing her passionately. Even though I had developed a mild belly and wasn’t as energetic as I once was, I could often bring Amaka to a satisfying orgasm – I was sure tonight would be a success in that department.
She wrapped her beautiful legs around my lower back as I continued to thrust. My mind wandered back to the events from earlier, and for some reason, I recalled the many times Garba had been flirtatious with Amaka at those parties.
Amaka enjoyed attending them, and even though she was always respectful, she did seem to get a kick out of flirting with Garba. For some reason, I thought about Garba’s motivation and the possibility that maybe he had hoped to have Amaka in Bisola’s position, pounding his massive black tube deep into my wife.
All of a sudden, I was erupting. Luckily, Amaka was reciprocating with her own small orgasm. I bucked violently and came to a rest, breathing heavily. Amaka was also breathing rapidly. She kissed me again and said
“Try not to pass out at other people’s houses babe. We aren’t in university anymore – it’s not a good look,” she chided – jokingly.
I smiled, nodding in agreement. I thought about telling her about it earlier, but I had promised Garba not to talk about it. I usually tell Amaka everything and was confident I would tell her this as well, but I wanted Garba to at least have a chance to explain it before I did. Besides, I was too tired and it was too late to get into it just now. I needed some fucking sleep.
As I drove in on Monday, I was a bit nervous about the upcoming chat with Garba, but as the day progressed, I got so busy I nearly forgot about it. It was nearly 5 pm when I remembered and finally headed into his office.
I closed the door behind me. Garba was finishing up a call.
“Thanks for coming, Obinna.”
My nerves suddenly reappeared, and I stuttered, “Y-Yeah, sure thing.”
“Let me just cut to the chase. What you saw the other night is a pretty regular occurrence at my home.
There are a few guys who like to share their wives with me. I won’t tell you who else, but you stumbled upon Osawe and Bisola.”
I was floored, and I think my face showed it. Garba continued, “Obinna, why don’t you take a seat? I assure you this isn’t as crazy as it sounds.”
I obliged and sat.
“Look, one night a few years back, myself and another couple had a few too many. I don’t remember exactly how or why, but we ended up in my bedroom, and we ended up in bed.
During the act, the husband noticed how big I was and how much his wife loved it, so he reserved himself to watch. Not much was said of it, but for the next few months, they would come over, and he would watch me with her.
A few months after that, I was approached by another guy from the office, who had spoken with the previous husband, and then the same sort of thing developed with this new couple. After that, Osawe and Bisola, although the other night was my first time with them.” He paused, leaned back in his chair, and sighed “I’m not sure how else to put it.”
I struggled to find my voice but managed, “I uh, I… dunno Garba, that definitely sounds pretty crazy.”
He paused for a moment and laughed – loudly “Yeah, I guess now that I heard myself say it like that – it does sound pretty wild.”
His laugh relaxed me a bit, so I inquired, “I don’t understand, what the hell do these guys get out of it? What do you get out of it?”
“It’s just a kink, Obinna, and it’s more popular than you think. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m very well endowed, much more so than Osawe or any of the other guys that partake. Most husbands get off on seeing their wives pleasured.”
He continued, “At first, it was just weekend sex, but after a while, I started to get off on the power. It gives me a rush to take a wife in front of her man, knowing that I’m making her cum like he can’t.
Sometimes, I talk dirty to the woman, reminding her of how much better I am than her husband. That typically incites them into powerful orgasms – it sure did for Bisola.”
I guess my mouth was agape, or maybe I just looked dumbfounded in general because Garba commented on my reaction, laughing, “Jesus Obinna, lighten up – it’s just sex.”
I responded, “No, no. I mean, I’m not judging or anything, at all. It’s just… I’ve never heard of anything quite like this.”
Garba replied casually, “Man, it’s just cuckolding; it’s everywhere. I’m pretty sure it’s the most popular fetish among married couples. If more people could separate sex from love, it would probably be happening in every marriage going.”
I was still having a hard time reconciling this information, but I had heard that term before. I thanked Garba for his time, not wanting to linger much longer in this awkward conversation “Alright man, I appreciate you clearing that up. You have my word that I won’t mention this to a soul. As I said, it’s really none of my business.” I stood to leave.
Garba stood and shook my hand “Good man. That’s great to hear – I’m really trying to avoid causing any problems at the office, and one word of this to pretty much anyone would cause big ones. Thanks Again.” Garba paused for a moment, and as I was getting ready to walk out, he continued,
“Look, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, and you shouldn’t – Because like I just got done saying, it’s just sex. But now seems as good a time as any to mention this…”
I stood waiting, fidgeting nervously, wondering where he was going with this – fearing.
“Basically, Obinna, if you and Amaka ever found yourselves intrigued by this kind of thing – I would love to take her to bed. She’s a beautiful woman, and I firmly believe that it would be a thrill for her. You could watch, join in, whatever gets you off – but I’m confident you’d love it.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I wanted to knock the guy out, but I restrained myself from throwing a punch. I tried telling myself that this was just how he looked at things. I also cross-referenced my reaction here and now against all the other times Garba has been an excellent coworker and an even better guy.
I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and answered.
“Look, Garba, I’m not sure that’s an appropriate line of questioning…”
He cut me off, “Say no more Obinna, I’m sorry – with complete sincerity I meant no offence – I’m just looking at things differently these days, and trust me when I say your marriage only stands to gain from this kind of fun. But I respect your answer and your position – and won’t mention it again.”
I was so confused, mostly by his carefree attitude towards the entire topic, but I nodded and walked out.
Later that night, I was sitting down on the couch watching TV with Amaka. I had tried to eradicate the memory of the party and the subsequent conversation from my mind but was having a hard time doing so.
We were sipping on some wine together, watching some re-run, when Amaka surprised me.
She spoke, with a ‘guess what I know’ look on her face “So. You won’t believe what Bisola told me.”
A cold chill went up my spine, knowing damn well what she was about to say. I tried to mask my concern, maybe it wasn’t what I had feared “Oh? What’s that?”
“You cannot tell a soul,l Obinna, this is serious and crazy!” She proceeded to explain most of what I had already seen, and before she could get too far into her story – I interrupted her.
“Amaka, I know.” I had to be honest with her.
“What do you mean, you know? How do you know?”
My face filled with embarrassment “When I was leaving the other night, as I was walking out the door, I heard a ridiculous commotion from down the hall. I went and looked in on it, and that’s when I saw Bisola and Garba… and Osawe.”
She was shocked “What do you mean you saw them? What did you see?”
“I, uh, Jesus. I saw Garba with Bisola, and Osawe watching.”
“You saw it!?”
“Only for a second. I turned to leave after I got over the initial shock.”
“Oh my god…” she covered her mouth in disbelief, “Did anyone see you?”
“Yeah, Garba saw me – we had a conversation about it today at work – he asked me not to tell a soul.”
Amaka jumped up, not knowing how to react to it all “This is crazy! What did he say? Why didn’t you tell me Obinna!?”
“I was going to, babe, I’ve just been trying to process all of it. He said probably what you already know, that he’s been having sex with a couple of wives from the office, and that he just started with Osawe and Bisola.
He said it’s called cuckolding and that it’s very popular, and he – again – said it’s private and to not tell a single soul about it.”
Amaka was shocked “I don’t get it – why would the husbands let Garba fuck their wives?”
“Apparently, it turns them on.”
She shook her head “That’s so bizarre, but that’s what Bisola said as well.”
“What exactly did Bisola say about it?” It was my turn to go on the offence.
“Umm.” she paused “She said she heard about Garba from a friend, but she wouldn’t say who for reasons of privacy.”
“What do you mean heard about Garba? She’s known Garba for years – what about him?”
Amaka stuttered a bit “Uh, that he’s… very big – down there. Huge even. That he’s willing to do this sort of thing.”
I tried to hold my poker face, but I guess I failed.
She continued, “You didn’t see his… thing, did you?”
I didn’t want to dwell, so I just admitted it “Yeah, it’s big.”
I could tell my answer excited Amaka to some degree, and that worried me a bit, but for some reason, it also amused me.
Amaka, face flushed, continued, “Wow, so Bisola wasn’t lying… She was telling me that Osawe and her have been in a rut, sexually. She was tipped off to this by her friend, and as coincidence would have it, Osawe had already heard the same from the other husband.
I guess they got drunk and admitted it excited them, and then got drunk again and took the plunge. She said they love it and that she’s never had orgasms in her life like she has with Garba.”
I pressed on, “But how does Osawe deal with it? I mean what the fuck, man.”
Amaka replied, “Bisola says he loves it – I know, I don’t get it either. She said it turns him on like nothing else to see Garba pound his huge meat into her.” I couldn’t help but feel my dick stir at my wife’s lingo.
“What else did she say?”
“That’s it really…” Amaka stopped, but it was clear that she was withholding something.
I continued “Amaka… What else, babe? I can tell that’s not all she said.”
She blushed heavily “She said I had to try it.” her voice cracked as the words escaped her mouth, and she caught herself “But I told her to fuck off, I’m married.”
That pissed me off “That slut! I thought we were friendly and she goes and recommends that you cheat on me with Garba – what the fuck man, wow. I’m gonna ream her a new one next time I see her – that bitch!”
Amaka tried to calm me down “Obinna, you can’t say anything; it’s too messy. And in the interest of full disclosure, she didn’t tell me to do it behind your back, she said to tell you about it and talk you into watching. That you would love it.”
I laughed, loudly “Oh that’s rich – The nerve of that woman.”
Amaka took another sip of wine and continued, “This whole thing is so strange. Who knew this kind of thing was happening, let alone within our group of friends?”
I took a few sips, shaking my head in confusion.
Amaka asked, “Did Garba say anything else to you?”
I don’t know why I admitted it, I guess I just wanted everything out in the open – I didn’t want to turn this ordeal into anything secretive and perpetuate it – so I just told her.
“… Yeah actually – much like Bisola, Garba pissed me off at the end of our little talk.”
Amaka remained silent, listening.
“Garba basically said to me that if we were interested in any of this – that… That he would love to take you to bed.”
Amaka nearly choked on her wine, sitting up “W-What!?”
I shrugged “Took everything I had not to knock him out – It’s just so strange because Garba’s been such a good dude for so many years – and now this.”
She was wide-eyed “I-I can’t believe he would say that.”
I continued in a sarcastic tone “Yeah, he was basically – Hey Obinna, I think Amaka is beautiful and I would love to fuck her with my huge cock while you watched – I think you guys would love it.” I burst out laughing at my absurdity.
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