Courtesy demands that when you visit someone bereaved, you dress the part. I wondered if that also works for someone whose wife has had a miscarriage. But, this was me in a long black robe, looking pretty at myself in my man-sized mirror.
My face card was not declining for many years to come – that is for sure. Instinctively, I found myself using both of my palms to gather my boobs in my robe and better admire them again. As I did that, I made a sexy face along it. Gosh, that would have driven any man nuts. I turned a bit to see how my ass looked too. I was all sexy.
In a moment, I remembered that I would see a bereaved and stopped all my antics. What I wanted to do from the start was to see whether my nipples showed through my gown. I let my boobs out of my palms and looked at them closely in the picture.
It took me a little amount of time to find them – my nipples. That gave me the vote of confidence that they were not making their presence known and I would not be seen as someone immoral where I was going. I do not care where I am going, there was no way I was going to use brassieres and panties.
They make me feel so uncomfortable. I hoped Sylvester and his family would not pay too much attention to me to notice my nipples. I was not wearing panties too but I do not think anybody would notice that. I was all set to go.
I did not need any validation, especially with the way Francis whistled as he watched me go into my car. I smiled knowing when I got back, I could let Francis take this robe off me and do whatever came to his mind next to me.
The car air conditioner was more chilly today but I could not turn it off especially because I was in Lagos traffic.
Sylvester did not deserve this much from me but I did not want to look like a bad boss to not check on him since his wife had a miscarriage. I could not say I had no idea about it, it happened under my watch and I broke the news to him.
Matter of fact, I gave him a week off. His wife was still in the hospital recuperating so, I thought it was a nice idea for me to visit him and share my condolences. I traced the address, but the compound was empty which seemed weird to me.
I expected a little crowd there to show support. When I got to his flat and knocked, Sylvester opened the door himself. That was surprising to me. I expected people to be there with him but he was just there standing shirtless in shorts. I nearly began to drool just seeing so much of his skin like that. His broad chest and the sprinkle of hair scattered all over.
I could rest my head on that after he has finished fucking me. After I assessed his chest, my eyes went below and looked at his shorts.
There was something in there and with my years of experience, it was big. I loved things like that but could he fuck me today though? Sneak away from other sympathizers and fuck me hard somewhere or anywhere in the house.
I love risky sex like that but it is Sylvester. He does not want to cheat on his wife, he definitely would not fuck me two days after losing his unborn child. When I looked up at him, I asked if he would let me in. I had to, I had been standing at the door for quite a while just staring and fantasizing about his body. He turned around I followed.
It did not take long for me to catch a familiar scent. Whiskey! Sylvester had been drinking.
He was alone in the house. I expected people to be there with him to cheer him up. When I asked, he said nobody knew his wife was pregnant so, nobody knows she has suffered a miscarriage.
Before I could ask why, he told me Linda had already had two miscarriages earlier so, they wanted to keep the pregnancy to themselves this time and hope for the best. He told me in a sullen voice and took another gulp of alcohol.
I felt so sorry for him especially because from his voice you could see that he was close to tears. As predicted, he dropped his cup and clasped his head in his palms. I could hear soft sobs from him. I quickly rushed over and hugged him on his chair forgetting that I was not dressed to do that.
His head rested on my boobs but I held him there nevertheless. He kept mumbling “Why?” all I could do was whisper “sorry” to him. It felt so emotional.
At a point, I could not hear him anymore. I pulled away to look at him in the face. It was wet and his eyes were red as embers. I felt sorry for him and instinctively, I pecked him on his forehead. I do not know why I did that but I did it.
By the time I pulled away from him, he looked away from my face and at something else. When I traced his eyes, they were glued to my boobs. My nipples were hard and with how close they were to him, he could see their shape clearly and even the shape of my boobs.
I retracted from him immediately almost falling off the arm of the chair. What I saw next was enticing. His dick was hard in his shorts. I could see the cap of his dick peeking from his thigh. There were also pre cum stains. I was tempted but I still wondered whether Sylvester would be interested in what I was feeling.
I took the risk and went right back to him. I climbed on him with my hand grabbing the dick head and rubbing the pre cum on it.
His breath shook a little. He did not complain at all so I went in for a kiss. I kissed him to my heart’s content. I had always wanted to do that. The thought that Sylvester could stop me from going further crossed my mind so, I quickly went for his shorts and tried to get it off him. He raised his ass for me to take it off. My heart raced as I took it off.
I pulled the strings that held my robe together in front and my cleavage came exposed. Sylvester grabbed one of them and sucked the nipple. It was so sweet seeing that my fantasy was coming to reality. I had been wondering why Sylvester married slutty Linda and that seemed to be wrong of me. What I should have wondered was that why did slutty Linda marry someone responsible like Sylvester.
Sylvester’s dick was big. So big that it would make a slut think of marriage. As he sucked on my nipple, I was rubbing his hair and moaning into his ear. I felt his other hand grabbing at my robe and before I could figure out what he was going to do to me, he had raised me a little and I was landing on hard dick. It did not enter my pussy so I had to help myself to his juicy cucumber.
I grabbed it and rubbed it against my pussy making the cap of his dick wet before pushing it against my pussy. I felt the tip go in. goosebumps spread across my forearms and the mounds of my boobs. He stopped sucking my boobs and looked at me before pressing my body down a bit more on his dick and I could feel more inches of his dick push my pussy lips apart. I gasped out and my legs shook.
I could not maintain my squat position anymore, I had to fall to my knees and more dick went through my pussy.
After breathing raggedly for some seconds. I bit my lower lip and started to grind my pussy on his dick. I could feel my pussy muscles relaxing more to allow the dick to get more space in my pussy. I loved that feeling so much.
He removed my robe and I was stark naked for a moment. Without thinking twice, he started to suck my boobs again and I was ready for serious business now. I pushed his mouth off my boobs and grabbed him by the neck.
I returned to my squatting position and started to ride on his dick. Anybody close to us would hear my ass slapping against his crotch with every bounce. I would visit Sylvester once more or many more times. His magic wand is not meant for Linda alone. If she would not let me have it, I would blackmail her for it.
Written by Reezy Sama
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