Tinuke My Love Episode 2

Later that week, I was running on a treadmill next to Tinuke. We met at the gym three days a week. I only went because she made me but I wasn't overweight by any means. If anything, I was skinny. But Tinuke insisted that I build some muscle so she began to drag me along every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

I struggled to keep up with her, but Tinuke was relentless on the machine. She thrived on physical activities, claimed that they gave her a rush. I stared sideways at her flawless Amazon body, watched as her muscles moved with every stride, and glanced at her perfect breasts bouncing playfully.

Tinuke My Love Episode 1

A lesbian Tale. If you’re homophobic please pass. Thank you

It was a cold night like always, having sex with Bidemi my rich bully of a boyfriend. Riding me under the influence of alcohol. His is one goal, to release is load.

"Ah, that was awesome, babe," exclaimed my boyfriend, Bidemi. His sweaty and hairy body rolled off of me and flopped to his side where he proceeded to fall asleep, just like he does every time we have sex.

Barricaded SHAGGing (continuation)...........

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We didn’t exactly leave early, but we hadn't left late either. It could turn out to be a long night with us waiting, sitting out in the parking lot watching as other limos arrived dropping of their guests. Spotting another turning into the lot only ten minutes after our arrival, I felt the excitement and hopefulness make the thought of waiting this out for a time, worthwhile.

Barricaded SHAGGing (continuation)

It was just the way Folunsho told and explained it to me. We had gone to the parking lot, got into one of several limousines, arriving at a specific time we were told to, and then departing only moments later, doing so as to keep anyone from seeing or bumping into anyone else who would also be arriving. I read and signed the form, put on my half-mask covering everything from my nose upwards, and then waited in the large waiting room along with everyone else, which was eerily quiet as we all sat, sipping our drinks in silence. Yes, there were plenty of smiles, nods of heads, and I did notice a few hand signals that did seem to be going on, perhaps a way of communicating and letting someone know who it was that they might be enjoying behind the wall. By the looks of several women who were there, it promised to be a very interesting night indeed, so many attractive women, though there were also a few who were a bit overweight perhaps, though even the thought of that aroused me as I wondered how that might affect the festivities of the evening since everyone would have no idea of who it really was sticking their dicks or tits through the wall to be fondled and played with during the course of the evenings adventure.

Barricaded SHAGGing

Disclaimers: This story does not relate to any person, place or position. All characters are above 18 and only a figment of the writer’s imagination. Thank you!

I met my best friend Folunsho at the Ikoyi sports club on Saturday morning, just as we were doing every Saturday now for the past several months. But unlike every other Saturday since we had been meeting there, there was something different about the way Folunsho was acting, which included the almost goofy looking smile on his face.

What a Night (A very short story)

This happened when I was 20 years old; I was in my first year at the Kogi State University and at home by chance rather than choice.

A younger cousin of my mother's was staying with us for a few days. She and my uncle were building a house and she was in town to check on the progress. As we didn't live very far from the building site, she was staying with us.

He POked My Girl

This happened during my undergraduate years in university of Nigeria, Nsukka. One night my girlfriend Nkiruka and I were making love in my bedroom. I had one hand inside her blouse and another up her skirt, and it was just getting really good when my roommate Gozie walked in. "oh, sorry," he said seeing us. "Don't worry, I will sleep outside." I felt bad because I knew he won’t be able to sleep outside in the dorm common room, so I pulled a blanket over me and Nkiruka and told him to stay a while. I figured the least we could do is drink a beer with him before kicking him out. I could tell Nkiruka was embarrassed, and I felt her buttoning up her blouse and pulling her skirt down under the blanket.

Synchronized Cheating (End) Contd...

We have since gotten together a few times. Not many, but each time has been as erotically charged as that first time together was. And true to our word, neither of us has made any attempt to touch the other. Simply content, completely satisfied at merely watching one another masturbate. We had eventually gotten around to discussing the possibility of including our spouses. Something of which we both thought would be erotic as hell anyway, and perhaps lead to even more titillating adventures down the road. The problem was timing, that, and having the opportunity to discuss it. Which is when Chileh came up with an idea.

Synchronized Cheating (End) Contd........

Truth be told, I masturbated off in a variety of ways. I enjoyed the various sensations I could give myself by the simple placement of my hand upon my prick whenever I masturbated. I began by caressing my cock in the not quite standard over-hand grip as opposed to the more normal underhand or side grip. Chileh seemed to like even that simple variation as I sat there stroking myself up and down. She began that simultaneous in and out motion with the toy, all the while rotating it inside herself with each and every thrust. Just the way I had watched her doing it on the video.

Synchronized Cheating (End)

Leaving through the back door I crossed our property to theirs, entering via the barb-wired gate in the fence separating our yards. As I passed by the back of our neighbor's house, I glanced up through the window, which I knew was their bedroom, and froze. Though the curtains were partially closed, they weren't drawn fully, leaving a two to three inch gap at the bottom of the window. Standing as I was, I could see Chileh lying in bed, but even more importantly, I could also see she was nude, and playing with herself! Movement across their yard had also alerted her to my presence, so that she saw me at nearly the same moment I had seen her. Caught, without really intending to have spied on her, about all I could do was smile and continue on towards their back yard. I didn't wait to see what her reaction was, or what she did, suspecting she would meet me nevertheless, though I was grinning from ear to ear when she opened the door just as I was about to knock.

"Morning Sunday," she said in greeting. Though her tone of voice seemed a little more strained than usual. I noticed. "We are certainly up early this morning aren't we?" she added, sounding a little more like her old self.

I was still smiling as I entered holding out the three CDs to her as I did. "Wanted to drop these off before I forgot about them," I lamely explained.

Taking them from me Chileh glanced at them briefly. "New? Or are these some you need to have Okotie copy for you?" she asked looking them over. I watched as she glanced at the private CD, and swallowed. By the sudden change of expression on her face, she somehow recognized the CD. Obviously I had missed something. And then I saw it, a small white dot on the corner of the plate.

"Did you watch this?" she asked.

There was nothing in her tone of voice that said she was angry about it. And I also knew there was no point in denying it either. "Okotie must have accidentally mixed it up with the others he gave me," I said refusing to look her in the eye.

"Ah huh. And you still didn't answer my question."

Looking at her, I nodded my head yes. "Sorry, couldn't help myself," I finally managed to state. "Seeing you standing there in that nightgown, well Chileh, what do you expect? You are an attractive woman, and with you standing there wearing hardly anything at all, it was a little too tempting for me not to!"

I was greatly relieved when she actually laughed. "I'm going to kill Okotie for this," though her tone of voice was far from serious. "So, did you watch the entire CD?"

"You mean did I see that private little session you did for Okotie? Then yes. Admittedly I did."

"And?"

I stared. Unable to put thought into words, all I could do was stand, dumbly looking at her.

"And? What did you think?" she pressed.

I could feel the sexual energy in the air. And perhaps she did too. This was one of those rare instances where we had similarly flirted before, though admittedly this was bordering on a whole lot more.

"It was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen!" I frankly admitted to her. "I've heard about women who could ejaculate like that, but have never seen it. Never even knew you did, Okotie's certainly never mentioned that to me before!" I told her honestly.

I was surprised I had admitted that much to her. But again, the sexual energy between us was so thick you could have cut it with a knife.

"He's never told you about that? I'm surprised," she added before I could respond back to her. "Njideka and I have discussed just about everything," she spoke, leaving that thought hanging.

"Everything? Like what?"

This time it was Chileh's turn to act coy as she led me over to the dinning table. "Want something to drink?"

"Yes. But you didn't answer my question either."

Chileh poured me a cup of juice, pouring herself one, before walking over, pulling out a chair, and sitting down across from me. "Njideka told me you masturbate a lot. Said she's caught you doing it several times."

I chuckled softly. "Yeah, that's true. Won't deny that I do. Doesn't bother her though especially as she knows it doesn't affect our sex-life any."

"I wish Okotie did it more often. For me anyway. I love watching him, but he won't do it for me as much as I wish he would."

"I know what you mean. I wish Njideka would play with herself more often for me too. I find it extremely erotic watching a woman masturbate. And I don't mind saying Chileh, watching you, seeing you gushing like you did was a major thrill for me."

Chileh took a sip of her juice, but held it, peering over the rim at me for several long moments. Finally setting it down on the table she looked directly into my eyes. "I have never cheat on Okotie," she said simply.

I had no idea where this was going, but her simple comment had spoken volumes.

"I wouldn't cheat on Njideka either," I said holding her gaze with my own.

"Do you think watching a person masturbate is cheating?" Chileh asked.

Admittedly, I had to think about that for a moment. "Not really. No. I think it's more like jerking off with an audience."

Chileh did laugh then, nodding her head in agreement. "I am a bit of an exhibitionist. And according to your wife, so are you."

I was gambling here perhaps, but again, I was so horny at this point that I decided to throw caution to the wind. "You were doing that when I passed by the window. I oulwd have enjoyed standing there watching you if I wasn't afraid one of the other neighbors would see me and make a scene." I tried to make my comment light, un-threatening. A simple statement that held a hopeful hint behind it. Slightly surprised, Chileh picked up on that.

"Yes I was. And getting close too," she said winking at me.

"So...you still horny then?"

"Very."

"Would you be ok with it if we simply watched one another, as long as we promised not to do anything else?"

"I would. Could you?"

My cock was already rock-hard and beginning to do my thinking for me. "Yes! And besides, I could finally get to see a woman actually ejaculate. Think you would?"

Chileh turned heading towards the bedroom, I watched as she slipped out of her wrapper letting it fall to the floor just as she turned down the hallway. "No doubt about it," I heard her saying just as she turned the corner, disappearing from view. The sight of her heart-shaped ass was still burned into my mind. Setting down the cup I realized I was still holding, I quickly followed. As I rounded the corner to their bedroom, Chileh had already positioned herself in the middle of the bed.

"I'm not sure I would be entirely comfortable with you in bed next to me," she began. "But if you wouldn't mind sitting down in the chair across from me while we watch one another, I will be ok with that."

Seeing her point, and feeling much the same way myself, I quickly undressed sitting down in the large oversized chair across from her. Chileh had already retrieved one of her many toys from the nightstand and was already using it to tease herself with.

"Show me how you like to pleasure yourself Sunday."
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Synchornised Cheating. Contd

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As it was the first Sunday of the month, Njideka as always went to spend the day with her mother who lived well over an hour away. It was also Okotie's monthly golf outing at the sports club. I had sometimes filled in on their foursome if someone couldn't make it. And although I enjoyed golf, I wasn't anywhere's near Okotie's ability to play neither the game, nor with the guys he usually played with. As such, I filled in whenever I was needed, which wasn't all that often.

Synchornised Cheating. Contd

Watching as Okotie focused the camera in and out on Chileh would have been almost laughable had we been watching it together. But under the circumstances, his amateuristic attempt at photography was easily overlooked. Finally positioning the camera on a steady surface, pointed towards the bed, I now watched as the two of them began engaging in much more intimate acts. I still had reservations about watching. But with dick in hand, it was two votes to one in favor of watching as opposed to "ejaculating" the CD from the DVD player as I jokingly told myself. I continued to stroke, getting off on the very nasty, erotic little voyeuristic movie I was so enjoying.

Synchronized Cheating

My wife Njideka and I lived next door to our best friends and neighbors for several years. In all that time we had never even discussed, nor approached the possibility of doing anything outside our marriage, let alone with anyone we knew. As friends, we were certainly comfortable discussing and talking about anything and everything of course. Including sex. But that was always as far as it went. And besides, we were after all, 'best friends'. And you don’t  fool around with a friend's wife. Nor did he (usually) fool around with yours either.

The Crush! Episode 3

For weeks our correspondence continued, each letter becoming even more heated, more arousing than the last. I had given up ever meeting this mystery woman, content now to simply enjoy the words and letters I had begun to cherish and look forward to reading over and over again. I quit making mention of actually meeting her, for in some ways, she had been correct. I had now created inside my own mind a model of what she looked like, very much aware that the likeness in fantasy was no doubt very different from that in reality. I had created perhaps the most detailed, arousing letter I had ever written to her, spending nearly two solid hours writing it. Anxious to see what the response her next letter back to me would say, I was somewhat surprised, certainly disappointed to discover a small simply folded note waiting for me in the message box.

The Crush! Episode 2

Our time between letters was like extended foreplay. I began thinking about her constantly, even during work. Oft-times finding myself having an erection even during our weekly staff meetings when they grew too boring to sit listening too. I had even begun to find myself becoming aroused the moment I stepped from my car heading into the gym, checking first the message box hoping that a letter from ‘S.A.' would be there waiting for me.

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The Crush! Episode 1

It had been a while since my divorce. Unused to the dating scene, I had refrained from going to any bar, not much of a drinker anyway. But there was another reason for that too. Standing in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror didn't exactly boost my confidence. Before I could really get serious about wanting to meet anyone, I knew that I had to do something about myself first. And so it was that I soon after joined a gym club.

I was going three days a week for nearly two months. And though the change had been gradual, I actually began to see one. The reflection coming from my bathroom mirror no longer quite as hard to take as it once was. As I always worked out after work, I just finished up and was on my way out the door when the receptionist stopped me.

Magical Threesome with Ada. Contd.....

Finally we were both naked, Nduka still fully dressed, sitting on the bed. Ada approached me, looked into my eyes and started kissing me. We are both about the same height so it's quite nice to kiss her while we are standing.

"Oh God," moaned Nduka. My hands again wandered to Ada's small breasts, gently rubbing them. Ada's hands were rubbing my lower back and ass. I looked over at Nduka who looked like he was just about ready to blow then and there.