Femi came back from the office on Tuesday so tired and when he came to bed after having his dinner, he just collapsed into it, face down without even bothering to touch me. We hadn’t had sex in over a week and I was really in one of those my moods when I just couldn’t take my mind off it. I’d been touching myself and trying to get rid of all that pent up desire but it wasn’t working.
I needed a good fuck and my fiancé wasn’t helping at all. I decided to initiate something but he pushed my hand away and told me that he really couldn’t as he was very tired.
It had gotten to the point when other women would suspect that their men either didn’t love them anymore or was in an affair with another woman. But I decided not to bother him with that. I decided to give him as much time as he needed before he came to me but he never did. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and even on Saturday when we both were at home he was more bothered about watching a football match on TV.
When his team lost, he got even worse. He left me at home and drove out, I didn’t see him again until Sunday afternoon when I returned from church. When I asked him where he spent the night he bluntly said “I slept in the car”.
I wondered how he expected me to believe that.
“Biodun, I’m sorry about yesterday. It won’t happen again.” and I would expect him to hold me in his arms and kiss me while apologizing but he was pressing his phone. Something really was wrong with Femi.
Monday came, Femi had gone to work later than he should’ve because his alarm didn’t wake him, I did!
He hurriedly showered, got dressed, grabbed his work-bag and was out. I spent that morning doing everything I could to take my mind off our recently turbulent relationship. I tried calling some of my friends.
Chioma picked and I talked to her about Femi. She said I should give him more time, Desola picked and told me she was travelling to Dubai with her husband.
Gina picked and said she was having a party and invited me. What kind of party, I asked. A small party. Couple of friends are getting together. It would be fun, I wasn’t doing anything that day. I’d already typed and sent my blogpost to my publisher to edit and publish. I had nothing else to do. So I showered, put on something nice and took an Uber cab to Gina’s place.
Gina was previously married but she left because her ex husband showed a side of him hidden until marriage and she couldn’t deal with that shit. She had her own business and didn’t need to go tend to it every day so she spends those days in her expensive apartment, drinking or doing some other funny shit.
I’d been there a few times to witness her craziness and It was really something to behold. I got there and Gina was the only person there. “Where’s the party?” I asked.
“Oh, they’re coming” she said .
“Have a drink.”
I was a light drinker so a glass of red wine was enough but she kept urging me to try the vodka.
“What are you actually celebrating? Your birthday isn’t for another three months.” I asked her.
She said she was celebrating life. It sounded vague to me but I nodded my head and sipped on the wine. I only hoped Gina’s craziness hadn’t become a serious problem.
A few minutes later a car drove into her place. A gorgeous dude stepped out, looking like some African American TV star with a well built body and bulging biceps. Gina went outside to bring him in and introduced him to me as George.
I shook George’s hand, smiling and admiring his luxurious beard and skin. He was quite tall and looked even bigger up close. He sat with Gina on the other sofa while I sat in mine with my feet tucked under me and watching the movie on TV. George asked why the house wasn’t full yet. Gina said she was still expecting people.
I asked George if he knew what we were celebrating. Life, he said simply. I could see they were both mad and operating on a similar wavelength. George took his vodka straight with ice while I continued to sip on red wine. They talked to each other with such fluidity that even a child would know they had something going on.
Gina invited to the kitchen to help her with serving the small chops. I went in with her and asked her if she was dating George. No. She wasn’t but they have been friends for a while and there was this one time. I asked what happened that one time.
She said they had gotten so drunk and she threw herself at him. They did it and things were awkward for a while but they got over it and have remained friends since.
“But you like him. You’re not even trying to hide it” I said to her. She admitted but said she didn’t want to be the one to tell him that.
A few hours later, after no other arrivals from invited guests and a lot of drinking and loosening up it became clear that the ‘party’ which was meant to ‘celebrate life’ was coming to an end.
Gina apologized to me for it not being as she planned to. I thanked her for giving me a reason to leave the house. I said goodbye to George who was still sitting and sipping vodka. He smiled and waved and then I left.
The End.
Well… Not really. I had forgotten my phone at Gina’s.
I realized this because I wanted to call Femi but couldn’t find it in my purse. So I trekked back to her apartment and without even bothering to knock, opened the door.
George had his head buried between Gina’s thighs while she lay on the couch, one leg on the headrest and the other over George’s shoulder. They didn’t seem to notice me as I walked in.
I wasn’t sure if to say ‘hey I forgot my phone’ or to apologize and leave without my phone but seeing Gina like that. Getting something that I’d been missing for so long, triggered something in me. I was suddenly rooted to the spot as the door closed behind me.
Gina’s moans were drowned by the increased sound of the music from the TV. She howled and pleaded and begged for George to keep doing what he was doing. Gina finally opened her eyes and saw me. She saw the way I looked at them, she beckoned me with her hand. I felt myself moving towards her.
When I got close enough that I could see the expression on George’s face as he ate her out Gina suddenly pushed George away and pulled me towards her, making me lie on her body as George was trying to get rid of my leggings. Before I knew what was happening we were all naked right there in the sitting room.
I was riding George’s cock, his full length buried deep in my pussy as I felt it deep down inside me while Gina sat on his face, his mouth slurping at her.
We changed positions and I lay down with my legs open wide as Gina ate my pussy while George fucked her from behind, with such furiousity that I feared for her pussy. We kept changing positions and fucking each other late into the night that I forgot all about time entirely.
All the sex I had been missing, I finally got back. We all slept on the same bed and late into the night, I felt George’s dick behind me. I reached for him and parted my legs, letting him thrust into me from behind as he fucked me quietly.
His dick was quite long that it went into me and reached my insides from behind. While Gina slept he fucked me until I felt his hot cum shoot into me. Then sliding down the bed he went ahead to lick my pussy up. Taking both our juices into his mouth and driving me to an insane orgasm before coming back into bed and falling asleep.
When I woke up that morning Gina was sucking his cock. He moaned and smiled at me. I smiled back as I went into the bathroom to shower.
When I came out Gina was riding him and I stood there watching. It wasn’t everyday that you get to watch two people having sex right in front of you like it was nothing. I got turned on again and climbed in with them, sucking George’s cock after Gina had cum all over him and taking him inside me once more when he was ready. We fucked until we all got tired. George was the first to leave as he said he had an appointment. He kissed both of us and he left.
After he left Gina looked at me and smiled.
“So why did you come back Biodun?”
“I forgot my phone. I’m sorry. I should’ve knocked. I just didn’t expect anything to be happening”
“Can you really say you’re sorry after all that just happened?”
“Actually… I’m not. Is he going to come back?” I asked.
We both laughed and our laughing led us to us touching ourselves as we got in the mood once more and satisfied our desires.
I wondered what Femi would say if he saw me,I laughed again.
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