Adventures of a Whoring Wife Part 1 Episode 1

This is a true story but for the changes in names and location.

 

“Oh no this can’t be happening to me” I said to myself as I laid there full of cock; it was thrashing in and out of my hot wet vagina like an out of control piston. My knees under his armpits, feet high in the air, my hands and nails digging in while holding him tight in place. I wasn't letting go of this now, not while I was getting fucked like this. I had tried my hardest not to let it happen, but he had overcome me. I was now in the throes of booming climaxes.

If my husband could have seen me he would have fainted with shock, his beloved wife moaning and groaning in complete and utter arousal, small squeals coming from my open mouth. He would see arousal that she had tried to fight off and lost unequivocally. He would have seen her grimacing in wonderful pain, eyes closed as the fabulous feeling of cock was pounding her pussy, her attacker in dominant and certain control of the situation.

He was younger than me by fourteen years at nineteen years of age. He was fit, strong, powerful, agile, lithe, supple, hard as nails. You name it, he was there, he had it. Me? I am just your average normal fit housewife. I don't smoke, like a glass of wine or two when we go out but that's about it. I go to the gym once a week and exercise at home.

I am Tare Dumbari; I'm thirty three years old, almost thirty four. Five feet six inches tall, I think I am quite good looking and try to make sure I do look good in public. My husband says I always look good no matter where I am, but he would say that wouldn't he, he had better say it anyway, or else!

I have a type kind of hair, that looks like two colours of brown depending on the light and I do kind of like it. It finishes just above my shoulder blades, and it is soft and clean always. My face has a nice shape; I have full lips and a mischievous grin, so I'm told.

My body is in good shape, and my extremities are all in tune with me, ie, my nipples work just fine, in fact they are too fine at times! I have good legs, they are a good shape, I am fortunate in the sense that they don't dip in and out, they seem to taper from my hips down to me feet, and if any one can wear a mini skirt it's me!

In my own opinion of me is that I am a sexy black woman and know it, I try not to flaunt and flirt, but it's difficult sometimes, when a woman goes out and she looks good, and she knows she looks good, it is very hard not to pick up on the stares and knowing looks from other men. I have to say I love it.

My husband is my second, and I am his second wife, my first husband was a complete and utter wanker, a loser in every sense of the word. I was told by all and sundry about him, but did I listen? Did I ?. Anyway after a few years he got the boot big time, and after some time I met Mudiaga, my present husband.

His wife had died of a long term illness, he doesn't say much about it, but he is fine now and has no hang ups. Well, he would if he could see me right now; he wouldn't be a happy man at all. His wife of five years was on her sofa under another man, boy? And I was being fucked stupid. The trouble was, I had gone from fighting and resisting, to loving every deep crunching, punching thrust, of thick heavy hard prick.

My attacker was Depriye, as I said, nineteen years old and there was no way on earth that I could defend myself from him once he had decided to do the dirty deed of, I suppose raping me. Although if a judge in a court of law was to look in and see what was going on it would be absolutely impossible for a prosecutor to convince him that I was indeed being raped. My moans and groans, my feet in the air, my nails deep in his back would have told him otherwise.

He is Mudiaga's son, and my step son, when I married his dad, he was fourteen or thereabouts. A lovelier boy you could not have met, we got on great, he always refused to call me mother, but that didn't matter. He was good at school, was going to the university after the august break. He is about five feet ten inches tall, extremely fit, he runs, he trains, he works out, when you see him stripped off he has a mans body, he is great to look at. His body is defined in every sense.

Don't even think that I had, and was even contemplating sexual thoughts towards or about him, I certainly wasn't. But he being the hot young women mad young man that he, and just about every boy his age on the planet is. I believe he had picked up some vibes from me somehow and turned them into him thinking I fancied him.

He is good looking and has girls hanging on him where ever he goes. He is popular and all the rest of it, so why he decided he wanted me not only took me by surprise. It also aided my submission, although as I say, I couldn't have stopped him anyway. I realise that this could have gone really wrong for him if I hadn't succumbed the way I have to him.

I knew he had been checking me out, watching me, I could see the excitement in his eyes, and there was something else in his eyes too, something I couldn't put my finger on. I knew he was sexually active, we women know these things don't we? He had got a little bit touchy feely here and there, never when his dad was around of course, but as yet I hadn't had reason to remonstrate with him. In fact, if I was truthful I was utterly flattered by it.

But it was all to culminate one morning just before lunch time; his dad was at work so there was only the two of us.it was a very cold day in Jos, I had been up for a while, I had bathed, and dressed in a short skirt, a loose fitting blouse, I was wearing a pair of three inch sandals, a pair of tiny panties, and a front fastening bra, nothing spectacular. But having checked myself in the mirror I looked good as usual. My hair was down and brushed and I was sat in the kitchen having a hot drink.

I heard Depriye moving about. Looking back at what happened, I have to say to myself that I must have been feeling at least a bit horny, because of the way he just captured me after a minimal flight and fight for my honour.

I was at the counter when he came in; I had my back to him.

"Good morning Depriye," I said over my shoulder, "how you feeling this glorious day sweetie?" I asked.

"Goodmorning Tare, I'm feeling good thanks," he came up behind me, nothing unusual in that, put his arms around me and kissed my neck. I did shudder, I hadn't expected that really, he normally didn't do that.

"Mmmm," I mumbled. Not realising this gave him the reason I think to do more. He slightly bit me, now I do love a bit of necking, but I said, rather loudly.

"Depriye what do you think you are up to?"

"Just kissing you Tare," he answered me, and squeezed me in his arms. I pulled away a little, slightly alarmed but not overly worried at all. But I didn't have a lot of ways to go, I was up against the counter in the corner, and he was right behind me.

Then I felt his erection, the feeling of it pressed into my ass took my mind of what he was doing to my neck, kissing and nibbling my receptive flesh. I bent forward but this just pressed my ass into him a bit more, standing straighter, he slavered on my neck. I jumped away suddenly.

"Stop this right now Depriye," I said facing him, "what the hell do you think you are up to?" I demanded.

"Just loving you Tare, that's all," he told me and pulled me to him again, this time he got my neck again, and his cock got my pussy. I had my hands on his shoulders trying to push him away. I wasn't seriously worried just yet, I even giggled at him. He was only in a pair of boxer type shorts and his slim wiry but powerful body was well on view.

Depriye kissed my neck just the way I like it being kissed, but it was my step son not my husband doing it to me.

"Depriye," I said, "behave yourself you silly boy." That's when he punched his cock into my pussy. Then I saw that glint in his eyes as I was looking straight into them

I understood immediately and knew exactly what I was looking at. I was looking at danger, it was looking at me, and I was in it, it was me who was in danger, a lot of danger. I hadn't seen that look since my younger years, but I saw it now. A boyfriend had had it, and he knew how to use it. He had seduced me with it. I didn't know anything then about dangerous boys, and bad boys!

That look in that boys eyes that night made me shudder cringe, and sort of collapse inside. He was bad bad bad, and he got me. And now I was looking at it again and I was so fearful of it, be cause my memory went right back to that fateful moment. Depriye seemed to be looking right into me, right inside my head, he gave me a small smile and kissed me.

I managed to push him away, I was almost out of breath, I stepped from him, he reclosed the gap, got me in his grip again, the look in his eyes triggered my mind to what trouble I was in. Another kiss landed, his cock bumped my pussy once more.

"Depriye, stop this right now," I said, it was more of a plea than an outright demand.

I got away and headed out of the kitchen backwards, I daren't turn away from him, I had to keep him in view. I ended up in our dining room backing around the table; he got me again near the door. I tried to hold him off but his superior strength was greater than I could contend with. Again his cock made contact with me, and right on the button! The look in his eyes was growing in intensity.

I headed backwards from him once more, telling him all the way that he would be in trouble if he didn't stop this and right now. But it was I who was in trouble. I couldn't tear my eyes from his and the utter danger that was lurking there in them. He was staring at me in such a knowing way, although he couldn't possibly have known the effect he was having, could he, could he?

I still don't know why I hadn't made a run for the bathroom; it was the only room in the house that could be locked, except for the outer doors. I guess that in my muddled fuddled and troubled mind I just never thought of it. I was backing into our sitting room without knowing it. The room is quite large and the sofa and chairs are placed more or less in the middle, not near any walls.

His hands were touching me, my shoulders, my arms, then he dived at me, got me and kissed me again but this time on the cheek, but his cock hit home once more!

I was in mortal fear and I couldn't stop, because I didn't know I was going to do it, the giggle of paranoia or fear that left my lips. Depriye smiled at me again; the glint was steel hard now, uncompromising, unbending. I backed around the sofa trying to think of a way out of this dreadful predicament I was in. I already knew I wouldn't be telling Mudiaga, how could I, it would devastate him if he knew his wife was being pursued and was about to be got by his son!

I got to the end of the sofa and prepared to make a dash for it, Depriye saw what I was about to do, as I made my first move, he put his hand on the back of it and hopped over. I was in his arms again in a flash, he turned me and I was down on the sofa on my back. I struggled to get free; he just smiled and fixed me with that look.

Soon he was arranged around me, I was trapped, my right arm was under him, his left arm was around me and his left hand holding my left wrist. But the most telling thing was, and I never knew it at the time, his right knee was already on my pussy and his foot was under my left leg.
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To be continued tomorrow.