I had been suspecting for a while now that my young wife was
having an affair. There had been little hints and signs: coming home from work
to find that my wife had taken a shower in the middle of the afternoon; her
eagerness to 'surprise' me now and then with a home-cooked dinner and pampering
massage; the way she sometimes abruptly hung up on her mobile phone when I
would walk into the room (and the fact that she got a new phone, one that had a
password lock on the memory).
And then there was the new lingerie I had found in the laundry basket, a set I had never seen before and which had obviously been worn . . . with another man's dried cum in the gusset of the panties.
At first, I was furious. It was a good thing Chidinma was out of town that weekend with her mother; I might have acted on my first impulse and strangled her right then and there. But as it turned out, the fact that she wasn't going to be around for another two days was the best thing for me.
After I calmed down, I thought about it. Why would my wife cheat on me? I doted on her, gave her what she wanted without spoiling her, treated her with love and affection. We had a healthy sex life, and I knew I took care of her needs in bed. I wasn't smothering, had never tried to keep tabs on her. I was, if I say so myself, the perfect husband.
I sighed. But then, I was thirty-seven and my wife was twenty-three. She was young, gorgeous, wild and kinky. Two years before, when we met in a nightclub, Chidinma was working as a dancer. In fact, that very night, she had been at the club with 'a friend,' but she dumped him like an old pair of panties to hook up with me. I was, as they say, the 'total package:' affluent, stable, good-looking and in great shape. Chidinma had thought I was no older than twenty-nine and thought that I was 'really hot' for a man of any age.
Her eyes flashed when I told her I owned my own company, her pussy dripped when I showed her to my convertible BMW, and she swooned when she took out my eight-inch tool and, right there in the parking lot, with the top down (hers and the car's), started blowing me.
At first, I figured, Chidinma just wanted a one-night stand. She fucked like a demon and did every kinky thing I suggested. In the morning, instead of asking me to take her home, she asked me to call in to work and stay home to make love to her all day. Well, a week later, Chidinma moved in; four months later, I proposed; six months after that, wedding bells were ringing. My god!, she looked gorgeous that day. I literally thanked God for sending me an angel.
My friends and business partners commended me on my choice of bride. Chidinma, for her part, flaunted herself like a trophy wife eagerly, even if she did embarrass me sometimes. Men leered at her voluptuous, curvy body (a sexy 38D-24-38 packed in a five-foot-seven frame) and long, flowing, natural dark hair, her luscious lips, and wicked green eyes.
At pool parties, my wife was barely decent in her skimpy French bikini. At dinner functions, she wore tight strapless numbers or flimsy dresses with deeply plunging necklines that showed a lot of leg and cleavage (and sometimes more, if she moved too suddenly or bent over). Maybe her behaviour was scandalous, making the middle-aged wives of my investors and partners blush and whisper under their breath. But Chidinma turned me on.
Still, I suppose it wasn't enough for her. Chidinma always liked pushing the envelope. Once, while we were shopping in the mall, Chidinma, clad in a denim mini-skirt and no panties, tried on pair after pair of shoes, with the help of a pimple-faced young salesman who knelt before her. I got a charge out of watching him stare at my wife's beautiful dark cunt, and couldn't wait to fuck her.
In a way, maybe her betrayal was partially my fault. I encouraged her exhibitionism, mainly because it turned me on, but also because it got her going, too. I guess it wasn't too much of a stretch that she would go from letting men look to letting them touch.
My wife, the slut, I thought heavily, dropping her soiled panties back in the hamper. Married barely a year and she's already stepping out on me.
My first impulse was to find some eager young thing and fuck the hell out of her. But that would have been too cheap, and ultimately unsatisfying. No, I had to teach Chidinma a lesson. I had to show her how much her infidelity had hurt me.
And just like that, the idea came to me. Like an aggressive seed, it grew quickly, germinating into a complex plan.
By Sunday night, I had it all worked out. With morbid glee, feeling like a mad scientist eager to play out his latest scheme, I awaited the return of my wife the following afternoon.
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Chidinma squealed like the dutiful wife she pretended to be when she saw me in the airport terminal, and wrapped her sexy body around mine. I put on a good show, surprising myself with how good an actor I was as I groped and kissed my wife, all the while repulsed by her. I wondered if Chidinma had met some former boyfriend back home, and 'relived the good old days.' Was I kissing a mouth that had recently been filled with another man's semen?
I tried not to gag at the thought.
"How's your mother?" I asked as we got to the car. I put her bags in the trunk, opened the door to let Chidinma in.
She gave me a sexy smile and casually groped my crotch. "She's good," she said. "She sends her best. How's my big boy? Miss me?"
I smiled. I'm pissed as hell, you cheating bitch! "Anxious to see you naked," I said.
My wife pursed her lips and gave me a sultry look. "Ooo," she cooed. "Want to take me home and fuck my brains out?" she asked with a giggle.
I smiled, headed around the car. I felt the stirring of an erection, but it was not inspired by my wife. "Actually, I need to stop at the office real quick before going home," I said as I got behind the wheel. "You don't mind, do you, honey?"
Chidinma pouted. "Well . . . I guess not," she said, then smiled. "It's good to be back home, baby. I missed you so much. I love you."
I forced the words out while maintaining my fake smile. "I love you, too," I said, and started the car.
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My company was a product distribution warehouse, thirty thousand square feet with a collection of offices in a loft construction at one end. Normally, my eighteen employees would be busy at work, sending and receiving shipments as trucks came and went. But I had given everyone the day off with pay. I told them it was a reward for being such good employees. Hell, I could afford it; I made an annual profit of nearly twenty million naira.
My personal office was pretty nicely furnished, with big bay windows that overlooked the wharf and shipping piers outside. Carpeted and furnished with a big leather couch, a couple of chairs, a conference table and my big mahogany desk, my office was my home away from home. There was even a private bathroom with a shower stall. Chidinma and I had fooled around now and then in the office. I had taken her many times from behind as she leaned over my desk, her skirt pushed up and panties around her ankles.
Hmm, I thought. Going to have to get a new desk.
I lead Chidinma through the door, closed it behind me. I pretended to busy myself with some papers on my desk as my wife sat down on the couch. I could tell she was thinking about the times we had fucked in the office, by the naughty smile on her face.
"What are you thinking about, honey?" I asked casually as I scribbled on some blank paper, pretending to sign documents.
Chidinma breathed in, smoothing her hands up and down her tight jeans. She looked around wistfully. "Oh . . . nothing," she said with feigned innocence.
I chuckled. My cock was getting harder with anticipation. My own jeans were getting a little tight. My bulge was showing. "Oh, I think I know what you're thinking," I said, turning to face her.
My wife's eyes fell to my crotch, and she licked her lips. Her cheeks blushed as arousal washed through her. Yeah, that's it, baby, get turned on like the good little whore you really are.
"Looks like we're thinking the same thing," she said in that breathy, I-want to-fuck-right-now way of hers. How many men, I wondered had heard that voice? Chidinma' eyes glowed.
"Maybe," I said, feeling a shiver of anticipation at her impending humiliation. My wife took that as arousal.
She bit her lip seductively. "Come here, baby," she said, turning toward me as she sat.
I pretended to give in, and approached her. Her face was level with my crotch. I looked down at her face – so beautiful! So treacherous! – and caressed her soft dark hair. Chidinma stared back at me, her green eyes glazing with lust. Her hands came up and started massaging my cock through my jeans as it grew.
"I think it's time you gave me that welcome-home mouth fuck I've been dreaming about all weekend," she said heatedly.
I smiled. I couldn't believe how well Chidinma was playing into my hands. "Oh, have you, now?" I asked her.
My wife nodded, keeping her eyes locked on mine. Her fingers groped and lightly scratched my bulging shaft. Still staring up at me, she leaned forward and gently bit my cock through the layer of denim that encased it. I groaned for effect.
"I want you, baby," she whispered. "Being away for three days was excruciating. I need my husband, baby. I need him to fuck me. Right here, right now."
My dick was throbbing. "Oh, you're going to get fucked, all right," with more meaning than she could fathom.
Chidinma grinned, and started undoing my belt. "You remember that time, on our honeymoon cruise, when we were on the side deck? And you had just a towel over you?"
I sighed as Chidinma pushed my jeans down, exposing my heavy cock. She gave the head a playful lick. "How could I forget?"
Chidinma worked my jeans down, started taking off my shoes. "I just kept sucking you, and we kept getting interrupted as we heard people coming around the corner," she continued as I stepped out of my shoes. Chidinma held my jeans as I stepped out of them, nude now from the waist down. Her hands slid up my muscular thighs as she stared up at me in arousal.
"We almost got caught, so many times," she said, breathing warmly on my dick. She kissed the glistening tip, smearing a little pre-cum across her lips. "And when you finally came . . . oh, baby! Like a volcano, you just kept shooting in my mouth!"
I threaded my fingers through her hair. "Best blow job I ever got, honey," I said.
Chidinma' eyes blazed. I knew she was gone now, her mind overcome with lust. I could see it in the blush on her face, the way her nipples thrust through her tight shirt. She licked her lips, opened her mouth, and leaned forward, intending to suck me in. "Until now, baby," she whispered wantonly, slipping her pink tongue out toward my dick.
I suddenly stopped her, my hands cupped around her head, and pulled back my bobbing cock. Chidinma whimpered with disappointment, giving me a questioning look.
"Strip for me, baby," I said to her.
My wife's shoulders sagged. "Oh, honey, just let me suck it," she practically begged.
I grinned evilly. "Please," I said.
Chidinma closed her eyes a moment, then smiled, laughing softly. She leaned back, giving me a look. "Okay, baby," she agreed. "But you have to promise me—"
"I promise," I said, interrupting her. "I'll cum like you've never seen."
Chidinma swooned, eyes glazing once more. She sighed heavily. "Fuck, I'm so hot!" she muttered. Then she shook her head, licked her lips. She gave me a blazing look. "All right. Come on, sit down."
We traded places, and I stripped off my shirt as I sat on the couch. My wife stood, eyeing me hungrily, drinking in my muscular torso and abdomen, my thick arms. I was more stocky than cut, with impressive shoulders, making me look larger than my five-nine height. I weighed near 90kg.
Chidinma stared at my thick penis as it jutted up from my trimmed nest of black pubic hair, my balls shaved silky-smooth. My wife licked her lips hungrily as she began a strip-tease, dancing to some music only she heard. She ran her hands up and down her body, caressing her heavy breasts, her thighs, running her hands up between her legs. Then, slowly, she began to peel off her clothes.
I had seen my wife dance on stage numerous times during those first few months of our relationship, until she had quit to be the supposedly devoted housewife. I knew she was good, and turned guys on with her sexy moves. She had a penchant for making any guy who saw her at the gentleman's club where she had worked think they actually had a chance to bang her.
'Course, considering that my wife was a slut, maybe they had.
I watched as she gyrated, rolling her hips, slipping her shirt over her head. No bra, of course. Chidinma did not wear one if she could help it.
My wife tossed the shirt aside, smoothed her hands over her large round globes. Her nipples were very dark and thick, fully engorged. She tweaked them, pulling on them with her red-nailed fingers, giving me sultry looks. Staring into my eyes, she lifted one of her breasts and erotically sucked her own nipple. Despite my revulsion for my wife, I could not help but find that arousing. My dick twitched.
Encouraged, Chidinma turned around, arching her back. She unzipped her jeans and slowly, teasingly pushed them down off her hips. I stared as her full, round ass was revealed, as golden-tanned as the rest of her body. She wore a tiny white thong that vanished between the big firm cheeks of her ass.
She bent over, keeping her legs straight, pushing her jeans down. She slipped off her platform shoes, stepped out of her jeans. She planted her feet about shoulder's-width apart, looked over her shoulder at me with a naughty grin. She smacked her hand loudly to her right cheek, making it quiver.
How many times have I watched that ass shake as I fucked her? I thought. And how many other men have done the same?
Chidinma squeezed her cheeks, leaving red marks. She pried them apart with both hands, showing me how tiny her thong really was. It barely covered her puckered asshole and bulging, shaved pussy lips. There was a wet spot on the white fabric.
"You want to see it, baby?" my wife cooed, rotating her hips sexily, as if she was being fucked from behind. "Want to see my cookie?"
"Show me, baby," I said, slowly stroking my dick. "Show me that hot cunt."
Chidinma hissed. She loved dirty talk. At the right times, my use of the word 'cunt' literally made her juice. Like now.
"Oh, yeah, baby, you want my sweet cunny? You want to see it?" she asked hotly. Her thumbs hooked under the thin elastic straps, pulling them away from her hips.
"Show me that cunt, Chidinma," I said. "Show me how wet you are. Show me how much you want my big cock fucking your tight, wet cunt."
"Mmmm," moaned my wife, super-heated beyond reason at this point. With a sexy sigh, she wiggled her thong down off her hips, letting the skimpy garment flutter down to her ankles. Her hands slid back up the backs of her thighs, prying them wide apart, brazenly exposing herself.
"Look at my pussy, baby," she said in a hot, gasping voice. "See how hot and wet I am for you!"
Chidinma was, indeed, wet. She had just a tiny patch of honey-dark pubes on her puffy mound, and thick, fleshy vulvae that were presently shiny with her fluid. Her inner lips were very slender and dark pink, her clit a tiny nub. As she pulled her cunt open with her fingers, her vaginal flesh glistened wetly. I could smell her aroma.
My wife spun around suddenly, giving me the hungriest, hottest look she had given since that first night when she had been desperate to get her mouth on my cock. She cupped her breasts again, spreading her fingers across the broad, flushed mounds. Chidinma looked like she was about half a second from cumming.
And for a moment, I thought, maybe this was all it took. Maybe she had just needed to be so turned on to the point where she could not think of another man but me. Maybe I could look past her infidelity . . . God, she's so fucking hot!
No! my rational mind all but shouted in my head. She cheated on you once – at least once – and she'll do it again. She married you for money and prestige. She used you and she'll humiliate you. She's a selfish, cheating bitch. She deserves this.
Chidinma slipped her fingers between her legs, stroking her snatch, then brought them to her face, staring into my eyes as she sucked off her own tangy juice. I steeled myself, calling upon reserves of willpower to resist the urge to jump up, grab my wife, and shove my dick so deep inside her that she would scream.
Chidinma' eyes fell to my thick, throbbing cock. I was so incredibly hard, harder than I had ever been. But not entirely because of her. Of course, Chidinma thought that all I wanted was her, and she gave me a self-impressed smile. She settled her hands on her hips as she stood before me, tossing her hair back.
"So, big boy," she said breathily. "You going to fuck me, or what? Or maybe you just want to use my mouth . . . maybe you just want to skull-fuck me and fill my tummy with your cum. I'll do anything you want, baby. Any kinky, nasty, dirty thing on your mind."
I grinned at the opening she had given me. I couldn't have asked for a better segue. "Anything?" I asked her.
Chidinma grinned, her eyes glowing. "How dirty you want to be, big boy?" she asked.
I pushed up, stepping before her. Chidinma was so uncontrollably horny at that point, so aroused, that she would have done anything I wanted. I grinned. I had her.
"Close your eyes," I said.
Chidinma took in a breath, her big breasts swelling. Slowly, she closed her eyes and stood straight before me. I stepped around her, admiring my soon-to-be-ex-wife's body.
What a shame it has to be like this, I thought, heading to my desk a moment. Carefully, as Chidinma waited, trembling with desire, I opened the top drawer and took out a box I had placed within. I opened it quietly, took out the items inside. Then I returned to my wife, stepping up behind her.
"You've been a very naughty girl, Chidinma," I said in her ear as I gripped her wrists and pulled her arms back. She gave in readily.
"Oh, yes, I'm so bad!" she exclaimed. She gasped as she felt the cool metal of the handcuffs as I slipped them around her wrists. She shuddered and her cheeks bulged as she grinned.
"Ohhhh, baby . . . ." she moaned in arousal.
"Get on your knees," I ordered her.
My wife swooned. "Oh, God, yes," she groaned. "Anything you want." She eagerly lowered herself. I took the other pair of handcuffs, clipped them around her ankles. My wife trembled, flinched slightly at the feel of the cool metal. Then I attached the chain that gave her no more than a foot of slack between her wrists and ankles. Chidinma was thus firmly secured on her knees, with her hands behind her back. She couldn't move if she tried, unless she wanted to worm across the carpet.
"Keep your eyes closed," I said, stepping around before her. My cock bobbed over her face. It would be so easy to take her mouth, I thought, to fuck face her deep, force her to swallow my cock, gag and choke on it. I considered the idea briefly; Chidinma was a good cocksucker, but she refused to try deep-throat. She said my penis was too big for that; she was afraid of throwing up.
"Yes, master," Chidinma said. I arched an eyebrow in interest at her response. My wife had never mentioned she had an S&M fantasy. Maybe it had never really entered her mind until that moment.
I stepped back, looking her over. Fully nude, arms behind her back, big breasts pushed out, eyes closed and full lips parted as she breathed in arousal . . . Chidinma was stunning. Any man on the planet, seeing her like this, would not have hesitated to take advantage of her.
And then there was the new lingerie I had found in the laundry basket, a set I had never seen before and which had obviously been worn . . . with another man's dried cum in the gusset of the panties.
At first, I was furious. It was a good thing Chidinma was out of town that weekend with her mother; I might have acted on my first impulse and strangled her right then and there. But as it turned out, the fact that she wasn't going to be around for another two days was the best thing for me.
After I calmed down, I thought about it. Why would my wife cheat on me? I doted on her, gave her what she wanted without spoiling her, treated her with love and affection. We had a healthy sex life, and I knew I took care of her needs in bed. I wasn't smothering, had never tried to keep tabs on her. I was, if I say so myself, the perfect husband.
I sighed. But then, I was thirty-seven and my wife was twenty-three. She was young, gorgeous, wild and kinky. Two years before, when we met in a nightclub, Chidinma was working as a dancer. In fact, that very night, she had been at the club with 'a friend,' but she dumped him like an old pair of panties to hook up with me. I was, as they say, the 'total package:' affluent, stable, good-looking and in great shape. Chidinma had thought I was no older than twenty-nine and thought that I was 'really hot' for a man of any age.
Her eyes flashed when I told her I owned my own company, her pussy dripped when I showed her to my convertible BMW, and she swooned when she took out my eight-inch tool and, right there in the parking lot, with the top down (hers and the car's), started blowing me.
At first, I figured, Chidinma just wanted a one-night stand. She fucked like a demon and did every kinky thing I suggested. In the morning, instead of asking me to take her home, she asked me to call in to work and stay home to make love to her all day. Well, a week later, Chidinma moved in; four months later, I proposed; six months after that, wedding bells were ringing. My god!, she looked gorgeous that day. I literally thanked God for sending me an angel.
My friends and business partners commended me on my choice of bride. Chidinma, for her part, flaunted herself like a trophy wife eagerly, even if she did embarrass me sometimes. Men leered at her voluptuous, curvy body (a sexy 38D-24-38 packed in a five-foot-seven frame) and long, flowing, natural dark hair, her luscious lips, and wicked green eyes.
At pool parties, my wife was barely decent in her skimpy French bikini. At dinner functions, she wore tight strapless numbers or flimsy dresses with deeply plunging necklines that showed a lot of leg and cleavage (and sometimes more, if she moved too suddenly or bent over). Maybe her behaviour was scandalous, making the middle-aged wives of my investors and partners blush and whisper under their breath. But Chidinma turned me on.
Still, I suppose it wasn't enough for her. Chidinma always liked pushing the envelope. Once, while we were shopping in the mall, Chidinma, clad in a denim mini-skirt and no panties, tried on pair after pair of shoes, with the help of a pimple-faced young salesman who knelt before her. I got a charge out of watching him stare at my wife's beautiful dark cunt, and couldn't wait to fuck her.
In a way, maybe her betrayal was partially my fault. I encouraged her exhibitionism, mainly because it turned me on, but also because it got her going, too. I guess it wasn't too much of a stretch that she would go from letting men look to letting them touch.
My wife, the slut, I thought heavily, dropping her soiled panties back in the hamper. Married barely a year and she's already stepping out on me.
My first impulse was to find some eager young thing and fuck the hell out of her. But that would have been too cheap, and ultimately unsatisfying. No, I had to teach Chidinma a lesson. I had to show her how much her infidelity had hurt me.
And just like that, the idea came to me. Like an aggressive seed, it grew quickly, germinating into a complex plan.
By Sunday night, I had it all worked out. With morbid glee, feeling like a mad scientist eager to play out his latest scheme, I awaited the return of my wife the following afternoon.
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Chidinma squealed like the dutiful wife she pretended to be when she saw me in the airport terminal, and wrapped her sexy body around mine. I put on a good show, surprising myself with how good an actor I was as I groped and kissed my wife, all the while repulsed by her. I wondered if Chidinma had met some former boyfriend back home, and 'relived the good old days.' Was I kissing a mouth that had recently been filled with another man's semen?
I tried not to gag at the thought.
"How's your mother?" I asked as we got to the car. I put her bags in the trunk, opened the door to let Chidinma in.
She gave me a sexy smile and casually groped my crotch. "She's good," she said. "She sends her best. How's my big boy? Miss me?"
I smiled. I'm pissed as hell, you cheating bitch! "Anxious to see you naked," I said.
My wife pursed her lips and gave me a sultry look. "Ooo," she cooed. "Want to take me home and fuck my brains out?" she asked with a giggle.
I smiled, headed around the car. I felt the stirring of an erection, but it was not inspired by my wife. "Actually, I need to stop at the office real quick before going home," I said as I got behind the wheel. "You don't mind, do you, honey?"
Chidinma pouted. "Well . . . I guess not," she said, then smiled. "It's good to be back home, baby. I missed you so much. I love you."
I forced the words out while maintaining my fake smile. "I love you, too," I said, and started the car.
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My company was a product distribution warehouse, thirty thousand square feet with a collection of offices in a loft construction at one end. Normally, my eighteen employees would be busy at work, sending and receiving shipments as trucks came and went. But I had given everyone the day off with pay. I told them it was a reward for being such good employees. Hell, I could afford it; I made an annual profit of nearly twenty million naira.
My personal office was pretty nicely furnished, with big bay windows that overlooked the wharf and shipping piers outside. Carpeted and furnished with a big leather couch, a couple of chairs, a conference table and my big mahogany desk, my office was my home away from home. There was even a private bathroom with a shower stall. Chidinma and I had fooled around now and then in the office. I had taken her many times from behind as she leaned over my desk, her skirt pushed up and panties around her ankles.
Hmm, I thought. Going to have to get a new desk.
I lead Chidinma through the door, closed it behind me. I pretended to busy myself with some papers on my desk as my wife sat down on the couch. I could tell she was thinking about the times we had fucked in the office, by the naughty smile on her face.
"What are you thinking about, honey?" I asked casually as I scribbled on some blank paper, pretending to sign documents.
Chidinma breathed in, smoothing her hands up and down her tight jeans. She looked around wistfully. "Oh . . . nothing," she said with feigned innocence.
I chuckled. My cock was getting harder with anticipation. My own jeans were getting a little tight. My bulge was showing. "Oh, I think I know what you're thinking," I said, turning to face her.
My wife's eyes fell to my crotch, and she licked her lips. Her cheeks blushed as arousal washed through her. Yeah, that's it, baby, get turned on like the good little whore you really are.
"Looks like we're thinking the same thing," she said in that breathy, I-want to-fuck-right-now way of hers. How many men, I wondered had heard that voice? Chidinma' eyes glowed.
"Maybe," I said, feeling a shiver of anticipation at her impending humiliation. My wife took that as arousal.
She bit her lip seductively. "Come here, baby," she said, turning toward me as she sat.
I pretended to give in, and approached her. Her face was level with my crotch. I looked down at her face – so beautiful! So treacherous! – and caressed her soft dark hair. Chidinma stared back at me, her green eyes glazing with lust. Her hands came up and started massaging my cock through my jeans as it grew.
"I think it's time you gave me that welcome-home mouth fuck I've been dreaming about all weekend," she said heatedly.
I smiled. I couldn't believe how well Chidinma was playing into my hands. "Oh, have you, now?" I asked her.
My wife nodded, keeping her eyes locked on mine. Her fingers groped and lightly scratched my bulging shaft. Still staring up at me, she leaned forward and gently bit my cock through the layer of denim that encased it. I groaned for effect.
"I want you, baby," she whispered. "Being away for three days was excruciating. I need my husband, baby. I need him to fuck me. Right here, right now."
My dick was throbbing. "Oh, you're going to get fucked, all right," with more meaning than she could fathom.
Chidinma grinned, and started undoing my belt. "You remember that time, on our honeymoon cruise, when we were on the side deck? And you had just a towel over you?"
I sighed as Chidinma pushed my jeans down, exposing my heavy cock. She gave the head a playful lick. "How could I forget?"
Chidinma worked my jeans down, started taking off my shoes. "I just kept sucking you, and we kept getting interrupted as we heard people coming around the corner," she continued as I stepped out of my shoes. Chidinma held my jeans as I stepped out of them, nude now from the waist down. Her hands slid up my muscular thighs as she stared up at me in arousal.
"We almost got caught, so many times," she said, breathing warmly on my dick. She kissed the glistening tip, smearing a little pre-cum across her lips. "And when you finally came . . . oh, baby! Like a volcano, you just kept shooting in my mouth!"
I threaded my fingers through her hair. "Best blow job I ever got, honey," I said.
Chidinma' eyes blazed. I knew she was gone now, her mind overcome with lust. I could see it in the blush on her face, the way her nipples thrust through her tight shirt. She licked her lips, opened her mouth, and leaned forward, intending to suck me in. "Until now, baby," she whispered wantonly, slipping her pink tongue out toward my dick.
I suddenly stopped her, my hands cupped around her head, and pulled back my bobbing cock. Chidinma whimpered with disappointment, giving me a questioning look.
"Strip for me, baby," I said to her.
My wife's shoulders sagged. "Oh, honey, just let me suck it," she practically begged.
I grinned evilly. "Please," I said.
Chidinma closed her eyes a moment, then smiled, laughing softly. She leaned back, giving me a look. "Okay, baby," she agreed. "But you have to promise me—"
"I promise," I said, interrupting her. "I'll cum like you've never seen."
Chidinma swooned, eyes glazing once more. She sighed heavily. "Fuck, I'm so hot!" she muttered. Then she shook her head, licked her lips. She gave me a blazing look. "All right. Come on, sit down."
We traded places, and I stripped off my shirt as I sat on the couch. My wife stood, eyeing me hungrily, drinking in my muscular torso and abdomen, my thick arms. I was more stocky than cut, with impressive shoulders, making me look larger than my five-nine height. I weighed near 90kg.
Chidinma stared at my thick penis as it jutted up from my trimmed nest of black pubic hair, my balls shaved silky-smooth. My wife licked her lips hungrily as she began a strip-tease, dancing to some music only she heard. She ran her hands up and down her body, caressing her heavy breasts, her thighs, running her hands up between her legs. Then, slowly, she began to peel off her clothes.
I had seen my wife dance on stage numerous times during those first few months of our relationship, until she had quit to be the supposedly devoted housewife. I knew she was good, and turned guys on with her sexy moves. She had a penchant for making any guy who saw her at the gentleman's club where she had worked think they actually had a chance to bang her.
'Course, considering that my wife was a slut, maybe they had.
I watched as she gyrated, rolling her hips, slipping her shirt over her head. No bra, of course. Chidinma did not wear one if she could help it.
My wife tossed the shirt aside, smoothed her hands over her large round globes. Her nipples were very dark and thick, fully engorged. She tweaked them, pulling on them with her red-nailed fingers, giving me sultry looks. Staring into my eyes, she lifted one of her breasts and erotically sucked her own nipple. Despite my revulsion for my wife, I could not help but find that arousing. My dick twitched.
Encouraged, Chidinma turned around, arching her back. She unzipped her jeans and slowly, teasingly pushed them down off her hips. I stared as her full, round ass was revealed, as golden-tanned as the rest of her body. She wore a tiny white thong that vanished between the big firm cheeks of her ass.
She bent over, keeping her legs straight, pushing her jeans down. She slipped off her platform shoes, stepped out of her jeans. She planted her feet about shoulder's-width apart, looked over her shoulder at me with a naughty grin. She smacked her hand loudly to her right cheek, making it quiver.
How many times have I watched that ass shake as I fucked her? I thought. And how many other men have done the same?
Chidinma squeezed her cheeks, leaving red marks. She pried them apart with both hands, showing me how tiny her thong really was. It barely covered her puckered asshole and bulging, shaved pussy lips. There was a wet spot on the white fabric.
"You want to see it, baby?" my wife cooed, rotating her hips sexily, as if she was being fucked from behind. "Want to see my cookie?"
"Show me, baby," I said, slowly stroking my dick. "Show me that hot cunt."
Chidinma hissed. She loved dirty talk. At the right times, my use of the word 'cunt' literally made her juice. Like now.
"Oh, yeah, baby, you want my sweet cunny? You want to see it?" she asked hotly. Her thumbs hooked under the thin elastic straps, pulling them away from her hips.
"Show me that cunt, Chidinma," I said. "Show me how wet you are. Show me how much you want my big cock fucking your tight, wet cunt."
"Mmmm," moaned my wife, super-heated beyond reason at this point. With a sexy sigh, she wiggled her thong down off her hips, letting the skimpy garment flutter down to her ankles. Her hands slid back up the backs of her thighs, prying them wide apart, brazenly exposing herself.
"Look at my pussy, baby," she said in a hot, gasping voice. "See how hot and wet I am for you!"
Chidinma was, indeed, wet. She had just a tiny patch of honey-dark pubes on her puffy mound, and thick, fleshy vulvae that were presently shiny with her fluid. Her inner lips were very slender and dark pink, her clit a tiny nub. As she pulled her cunt open with her fingers, her vaginal flesh glistened wetly. I could smell her aroma.
My wife spun around suddenly, giving me the hungriest, hottest look she had given since that first night when she had been desperate to get her mouth on my cock. She cupped her breasts again, spreading her fingers across the broad, flushed mounds. Chidinma looked like she was about half a second from cumming.
And for a moment, I thought, maybe this was all it took. Maybe she had just needed to be so turned on to the point where she could not think of another man but me. Maybe I could look past her infidelity . . . God, she's so fucking hot!
No! my rational mind all but shouted in my head. She cheated on you once – at least once – and she'll do it again. She married you for money and prestige. She used you and she'll humiliate you. She's a selfish, cheating bitch. She deserves this.
Chidinma slipped her fingers between her legs, stroking her snatch, then brought them to her face, staring into my eyes as she sucked off her own tangy juice. I steeled myself, calling upon reserves of willpower to resist the urge to jump up, grab my wife, and shove my dick so deep inside her that she would scream.
Chidinma' eyes fell to my thick, throbbing cock. I was so incredibly hard, harder than I had ever been. But not entirely because of her. Of course, Chidinma thought that all I wanted was her, and she gave me a self-impressed smile. She settled her hands on her hips as she stood before me, tossing her hair back.
"So, big boy," she said breathily. "You going to fuck me, or what? Or maybe you just want to use my mouth . . . maybe you just want to skull-fuck me and fill my tummy with your cum. I'll do anything you want, baby. Any kinky, nasty, dirty thing on your mind."
I grinned at the opening she had given me. I couldn't have asked for a better segue. "Anything?" I asked her.
Chidinma grinned, her eyes glowing. "How dirty you want to be, big boy?" she asked.
I pushed up, stepping before her. Chidinma was so uncontrollably horny at that point, so aroused, that she would have done anything I wanted. I grinned. I had her.
"Close your eyes," I said.
Chidinma took in a breath, her big breasts swelling. Slowly, she closed her eyes and stood straight before me. I stepped around her, admiring my soon-to-be-ex-wife's body.
What a shame it has to be like this, I thought, heading to my desk a moment. Carefully, as Chidinma waited, trembling with desire, I opened the top drawer and took out a box I had placed within. I opened it quietly, took out the items inside. Then I returned to my wife, stepping up behind her.
"You've been a very naughty girl, Chidinma," I said in her ear as I gripped her wrists and pulled her arms back. She gave in readily.
"Oh, yes, I'm so bad!" she exclaimed. She gasped as she felt the cool metal of the handcuffs as I slipped them around her wrists. She shuddered and her cheeks bulged as she grinned.
"Ohhhh, baby . . . ." she moaned in arousal.
"Get on your knees," I ordered her.
My wife swooned. "Oh, God, yes," she groaned. "Anything you want." She eagerly lowered herself. I took the other pair of handcuffs, clipped them around her ankles. My wife trembled, flinched slightly at the feel of the cool metal. Then I attached the chain that gave her no more than a foot of slack between her wrists and ankles. Chidinma was thus firmly secured on her knees, with her hands behind her back. She couldn't move if she tried, unless she wanted to worm across the carpet.
"Keep your eyes closed," I said, stepping around before her. My cock bobbed over her face. It would be so easy to take her mouth, I thought, to fuck face her deep, force her to swallow my cock, gag and choke on it. I considered the idea briefly; Chidinma was a good cocksucker, but she refused to try deep-throat. She said my penis was too big for that; she was afraid of throwing up.
"Yes, master," Chidinma said. I arched an eyebrow in interest at her response. My wife had never mentioned she had an S&M fantasy. Maybe it had never really entered her mind until that moment.
I stepped back, looking her over. Fully nude, arms behind her back, big breasts pushed out, eyes closed and full lips parted as she breathed in arousal . . . Chidinma was stunning. Any man on the planet, seeing her like this, would not have hesitated to take advantage of her.
But I was not just any man. I was the husband she had
betrayed.
"I'm going to have to punish you for being a bad girl, Chidinma," I said, moving back to the couch.
My wife trembled, her breasts swaying as she shook with arousal. "Of c-course, master," she panted. She suddenly grinned. "Oh, baby, if I knew you were this kinky—"
"Shut up, Chidinma," I said sternly.
Chidinma gasped, immediately clammed up, playing to the role. She kept grinning. She was enjoying this, anticipating being used. I literally saw droplets of her glistening fluid dripping down her inner thighs as they were splayed wide apart beneath her.
For several moments, I wondered what my wife thought as she heard me sit upon the couch, as she heard faint noises of movement, the whisper of skin on skin. Maybe she heard the soft, wet sounds of lips brushing and kissing. Maybe she heard the sound of a mouth opening wetly and sliding down over stiff, throbbing flesh. I was sure she heard my soft, grateful sigh.
My wife's brow furrowed, and her smile faded quickly. "Honey?" she asked, keeping her eyes closed.
I smiled. "Look at me, Chidinma," I said.
Slowly, Chidinma did so, and her eyes flew open wide at what she saw before her. She gasped loudly.
I sat back on the couch, my hands upon the bobbing head of my secretary, Chiamaka, as my cock slipped in and out of the woman's mouth. Chiamaka was a pretty, slender lady with short, spiky hair and a lean, athletic body, a cute round face, high-set, upturned B-cups, smooth-shaved pussy, and a tight, sexy ass framed by 34-inch hips.
All of this could be seen by my wife, since Chiamaka was absolutely naked as she knelt before me. My secretary had smooth, fair skin, dotted with tiny light freckles across her shoulders, down her arms, and here and there on her body. An impressive, fully-coloured tattoo of a rose vine began on the back of her left shoulder and wound diagonally across her back to her firm, round right cheek, where a large rose lay, then wrapped around her lean leg as it spiralled down to her ankle.
Chidinma stared for a long moment, mouth agape with shock as she watched Chiamaka's face in profile, sucking hungrily up and down my stiff cock. I sighed at the heat and talented massaging motions of my secretary's mouth. Chiamaka was an amazing cocksucker, better than Chidinma, I realized. And to think that I could have been enjoying such blow jobs as this for the past year and a half.
"Wh-wh . . ." began Chidinma, dumbfounded by what she was witnessing. She gave me a pleading look, her arousal destroyed by a sudden feeling of panic. "H-honey?"
I gave my wife a dreamy smile as I pumped my hips, driving my cock in and out of Chiamaka's sweet mouth. My secretary, a good five years older than my wife (though she looked far younger), moaned and slurped loudly, smacking her lips along my rod. She obviously enjoyed giving head, and did so with paramount enthusiasm and skill.
"Oh, Chidinma, she's so good," I sighed in bliss. "So fucking good . . . even better than you."
Chidinma' lips and eyes quivered. "H-honey, if you w-wanted a th-threesome—" she started.
I laughed. "I don't want a threesome," I said as Chiamaka eagerly sucked my dick, plunging down deeper with each pump of her soft, full, pink lips. I guided her head with my hands, watching as my saliva-slicked shaft slid back and forth in my secretary's hot mouth, sinking again and again between her slick lips. My god!, Chiamaka looked so cute and hot like that! I looked back to my wife, unable to disguise the expression of desire and satisfaction on my face. My wife's own shocked expression was priceless.
"I don't want a threesome, Chidinma," I said again. "I want you to watch me fuck my secretary."
Chidinma stared, wide-eyed, astonished, and, I hoped, more than a little hurt. She was watching as her husband was getting a blow job from another woman. And her husband was very obviously enjoying it. My wife made a choking sound in her throat.
I sagged back, smiling at the eagerness with which Chiamaka gave head. "Oh, God, Chiamaka, you're so good at that," I said.
"Mm-hmm," she moaned passionately around my dick, sucking harder, taking more and more in her mouth. I gasped, arching my back. My wife watched with wide, astonished eyes as my cock slid into Chiamaka's throat, as my secretary pressed her chin to my balls, her lips fluttering around the base of my shaft.
I gasped as Chiamaka kept my cock wrapped up in the tight, rippling tube of her oesophagus. Oh, shit! My secretary's throat was tighter than any pussy I had ever fucked!
Chiamaka throat-fucked my cock for a moment longer, then slipped her mouth up along my rod, thick saliva pouring out of her mouth and down my shaft. She gasped, her wet mouth poised around the crown of my slick cock, and sucked up all of her own spit with loud, slurping sounds. She gulped loudly, gasped again, then plunged back down, bobbing rapidly and moaning eagerly all the while, sucking my cock like a desperate woman.
"Oh, God, Chiamaka, if only I'd known . . . ." I said in rapture, enjoying the most incredible blow job I had ever received.
Chiamaka slurped her mouth from my dick, her lips shiny and wet and dripping. She stroked my cock rapidly with her fist, smacking it up and down. Her pretty brown eyes blazed up at me. "I've wanted you for so long, Mr. Agu," she said with passionate sincerity. The puffy nipples of her firm little breasts danced along my inner thighs as her breasts shook. "Long before you married that slut."
My wife gasped. "'Slut?'" she queried.
I moaned, and pushed Chiamaka back down. With a sexy, purring sound, she willingly swallowed my cock once more, sliding all the way down to the root of my cock. I looked to my wife as I grunted with pleasure.
"See, baby?" I said. "She can take it all the way."
"H-honey . . . ." bemoaned my wife, a pained look on her face. She tried to move, but her bonds held her, and she fell forward. Her big breasts mashed to the carpet as she fell, letting out a grunt.
Chiamaka jerked her wet mouth from my dick, pumping it with her slick hand as she looked to Chidinma. Her chin was shiny with saliva. She licked her lips and giggled at the sight of my helpless wife.
"Your husband has an amazing cock, Mrs. Agu," she gloated to my wife. "I'm going to make it shoot in my mouth. You going to watch?"
Chidinma suddenly seethed, looking angry. "Get away from my husband!" she shouted, struggling against the cuffs.
Chiamaka ignored her outburst, and grinned up at me. "Cum in my mouth, Mr. Agu," she whispered heatedly. "I know you want to. And I want it, too."
I moaned, so incredibly turned on. I cupped Chiamaka's pretty face, finding her round cheeks, big brown eyes and little button nose so erotically cute. She was a girl and a woman at the same time. "Do you, Chiamaka?" I asked her, watching peripherally as Chidinma squirmed on the floor, trying to get up. She grunted and huffed in exasperation, glaring at us.
Chiamaka gave me an impassioned look, pumping my cock frantically while rolling my swollen balls with her fingers. "Oh, so much," she said emphatically. "I can't believe I'm finally sucking your dick. You don't know how much I've wanted to do this for you, Mr. Agu, how many times I've masturbated while fantasizing about this."
I smiled, then pulled her face toward mine. I kissed her soft, wet lips, and my secretary swooned, moaning into my mouth as her tongue darted out to lick my lips. Chidinma gasped again.
"Call me Emeka," I said to my hot secretary.
Chiamaka grinned. "Ohh, Emeka," she sighed rapturously, smiling sexily. Her eyes glistened emotionally.
"Don't you call him that!" screamed Chidinma from the floor. "He's my husband! And don't you fucking suck his dick! No! G-get your mouth off his—"
"Shut up, Chidinma!" I snapped fiercely as Chiamaka went back down, hungrily slurping and sucking once more, swiftly bobbing her head up and down and stroking me to the rhythm of her hot, tight, sucking mouth. She made muffled little whimpering noises as she anticipated my orgasm.
Chidinma gasped, looking to me. I had never raised my voice to her before. Her green eyes trembled, and began swelling with tears. Anger was replaced with pain, even fear.
And still Chiamaka's head pumped up and down, her lovely, unequalled mouth bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I leaned back, closing my eyes, savouring the sensations as my secretary sucked and pulled, pumped and stroked, rolling her mouth, massaging with her firm tongue, squeezing my cock and balls with the sole intention of making me erupt in her mouth.
"H-honey," I heard Chidinma' strangled voice. She sniffled, then continued, her words choked. "I-I know why you're doing this. B-Baby, I'm so sorry. I-I'll never do it again, I p-promise! I know I was a selfish bitch, and you can punish me any way you want, b-but not like this! Please, baby, not like this!"
I could not deny that Chidinma' sobbing, pained words touched me. Maybe she meant what she said, and maybe she would have changed her ways if I had stopped. But it was too late. I could not have stopped Chiamaka if I wanted to, and ultimately, I knew I didn't want to. Chiamaka was just too good, and I was so close . . . oh, fuck, so close!
"Oh, baby! I'm going to cum!" I cried, my body spasming, bucking my hips as my cock throbbed in Chiamaka's incredible mouth. My sexy little secretary moaned eagerly, sucking as hard as she could, her hands gripping my hips as she fucked her mouth wetly up and down my straining shaft.
"Oh, God!" cried Chidinma, sobbing, her face contorted. "Don't do it, baby . . . ."
But I did. I groaned loudly, arching my back as my cock catapulted what had to be the most satisfying orgasm I had ever experienced into Chiamaka's mouth. My semen surged, thick and hot, between her sucking lips, spurting over her massaging tongue, filling her eager mouth. Chiamaka jerked a little at the force of my orgasm, sliding her hot mouth up until just the head of my ejaculating cock was wrapped up by her lips. She sucked and pulled, drawing out every drop of my sticky fluid, and moaned in appreciation.
I writhed under her, holding Chiamaka's head close, massaging her scalp as I revelled in the intense sensation of cumming in her mouth. Chiamaka kept sucking, tugging on my dick with her mouth, squeezing my shaft tightly in her fist and pushing up, making sure that every drop of sperm I had to give oozed into her mouth. Her tongue felt incredible as it firmly caressed the underside of my ejaculating dick. She made wet sucking sounds around the tip of my dick as she swirled her tongue and kissed the oozing tip.
I heard Chidinma crying on the floor, and opened the heavy lids of my eyes. My wife stared at us, a forlorn look on her wet face. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She pleaded with her eyes.
"Stop it, baby," she whispered. "Please. I'm so sorry. I-I promise I'll change."
I glared at my wife, even as Chiamaka licked around my sensitive cock, her mouth still full of cum. My secretary murmured, kissing my cock affectionately.
"How many, Chidinma?" I asked, panting, my heart pounding from my orgasm. "How many men since you married me?"
Chidinma shuddered as she cried, lowering her head. "I-I'm so sorry," she repeated.
"You're sorry?" I cried bitterly. "How many?"
Chidinma shook a while longer, then finally lifted her tear-dripping face. She took a deep breath, trying not to look at Chiamaka as my secretary lovingly licked up and down my spent dick, lapping away a last bubble of sperm from the tip of my dick.
"Th-three," said Chidinma, her face contorted by pain.
I gritted my teeth as my fears were confirmed. Not just one man, but three, my wife had fucked while she was married to me. I knew then that I would never trust her again. My love for her vanished in an instant.
I took a deep breath, looking to the ceiling of my office. Then I chuckled harshly, and looked back to Chidinma. "You little fucking whore," I said acidly. "Well, then. Guess I'll just have to fuck Chiamaka until I cum two more times. That should make us even."
Chidinma gasped, emitting a choking sound. Obviously, she had thought that by coming clean, she would spare herself further embarrassment. She was wrong.
Chiamaka sat up, giving me a glowing smile around her mouthful. She quickly tucked in her cheeks, finally swallowing my creamy load, and licked her glossy lips. She gave me an excited look. "Goody!" she exclaimed girlishly, and climbed up to straddle my lap. I smiled upon her, suddenly thinking, my God, here is this woman, who has been wanting me for three and a half years . . . and to think how stupid I was for thinking I was in love with a selfish, manipulative dancer.
Chiamaka stared into my eyes as she aligned my cock – not fully erect but still impressive – with her smooth-shaved pussy and slowly sank down, her soft pink lips spreading across the head of my dick. I sighed at the heat of her, at the unbelievable tightness of my sexy, sweet secretary's vagina. She wiggled her hips a little, eased up and down, letting her natural lubrication mingle with the residual cum on my cock to make it slick. Finally, she shuddered and groaned loudly in bliss as she pushed down, taking me all the way inside her.
"Oh, Chiamaka," I moaned, caressing her slender, taut body. I loved the contrast of Chiamaka's sleek, tight body to that of my wife. I bent my head, licking and sucking her stiff, bright pink nipples. Her puffy areolas turned me on immensely. They were so shiny and smooth, as if they had been buffed and polished. I swirled my tongue around and around those raised mounds, making Chiamaka sigh in pleasure as she rode my cock, gliding up and down. She cradled my head to her breasts, urging me to suck and lick her.
Chidinma cried as she watched us, unable to look away at what, for her, was the end of our marriage. She finally understood.
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Chiamaka and I fucked for hours, barely cognizant of my wife on the floor, laying on her side as she cried softly. I took Chiamaka on the couch, holding her ankles and splaying her legs wide as I thrust away; upon both chairs in various positions, with Chiamaka eagerly licking and sucking her own cream off my cock after she came; doggy-style over my big mahogany desk as Chiamaka gasped in orgasm (I wouldn't have to replace the desk after all).
As a final insult, I fucked my secretary right on the floor beside Chidinma, with Chiamaka's legs curled back so her knees were practically buried in her own arm pits, her squelching cunt close enough to Chidinma' face that my wife could see, hear, and smell my lover's pussy as I pounded her relentlessly. Chiamaka's orgasmic screams echoed in the office as she came over and over and over again. I had never known a woman who came as much or as hard as my sexy little secretary.
I shot my second load deep inside Chiamaka's pussy as she was astride me in reverse-cowgirl on one of the chairs, making her sigh with satisfaction as she felt it. Keeping me inside her, she scooped up my sperm with her fingers as it oozed out around my dick, licking them clean repeatedly, keeping me hard with the erotic, kinky sight.
The third time I came, I pulled out and splattered Chiamaka's firm, upturned breasts and cute little freckled face. Chiamaka eagerly sucked my cock clean as I straddled her chest on the floor, Chidinma laying beside us, watching in a daze as Chiamaka's face dripped with sperm. Her body trembled as she listened to Chiamaka's soft, contented moans and sighs, the smacking of her sticky lips as I slid my satisfied cock slowly in and out of her hot mouth.
The sky outside the windows was dark by the time Chiamaka and I finally got up. She massaged the semen into her face, then licked her fingers, and giggled in satisfaction as she headed to the bathroom to wash up. As Chiamaka showered, I knelt and picked up my wife.
I released Chidinma from her bonds, set her on the couch. She was like a limp rag doll, letting me position her as I wanted. I sat down beside her, lit a cigarette. The pungent aroma of sex was thick in the air. The entire room smelled of pussy and cum.
"I-It's . . . over, isn't it?" asked Chidinma at last, her eyes wide as she stared at the floor.
I nodded, blew smoke. "Yes," I said.
My wife took in a deep breath, let it out. Her eyes were red and swollen as she looked to me. "C-can I have one?" she asked me timidly.
I fished out another cigarette, gave it to her. I lit her smoke, and Chidinma brought it away from her lips with trembling fingers. Her eyes fell back to the floor.
"I-I kept th-thinking," she said, as if talking to herself. She shuddered as she held back tears. "Wh-why do it? I-I mean, you were everything I wanted."
"I thought that, too," I said. I stared at her face in profile. "I was good to you, Chidinma. I treated you better than ninety percent of the husbands out there. I loved you. And you still betrayed me."
Chidinma trembled, crying softly again. She squeezed her eyes shut, grinding her teeth. I stood, looking for an ashtray.
"And what the fuck was that?" Chidinma cried, making me turn around to face her. The scene suddenly appeared comical to me; after all, we were both still naked.
"What was what?" I asked.
"That!" spat Chidinma, suddenly angry as she glared at me, gesturing with her arms. "Fucking that . . . that bimbo, right in front of me! I cheated on you? You cheated on me!" She suddenly laughed ruefully. "Oh, aren't the lawyers going to love that shit, huh? Just wait till they find out—"
"Find out what?" I asked calmly, cutting her off. I'd had a feeling my wife would try this, as the last act of a desperate soul. "You've no proof. Just your word against mine. Chiamaka won't admit to anything. Meanwhile, I do have proof of your infidelity. Your panties with another man's semen on them. And your mobile-phone, with all those calls logged into it. I know people who can break your password."
Chidinma glanced furtively to her purse. She had not noticed that, when Chiamaka had gotten up, she had rifled through my wife's expensive handbag for the phone.
"That's mine!" exclaimed Chidinma indignantly.
I chuckled, smoked my cigarette. "No, it isn't. I pay for it," I said. "It's mine."
Chidinma shook desperately. "N-no! No! This isn't fair! I'm your wife! I deserve—"
"You don't deserve jack shit!" I barked loudly, making Chidinma flinch. I glared at her. "What, you thought you'd marry a rich guy, screw around on him, then get half his money in a divorce?"
I stepped closer and sneered upon my wife's trembling face. "You don't know fuck about the law. I do. You try to sue, and I'll hold everything in probate until the cows come home, and you won't ever see a God damned penny. And don't think you can use all those ATM cards in your purse. I spent all morning taking you off every single account. You try to buy even a stick of gum with one of those cards, and it's fraud. That's a federal offense, honey. Don't make it worse for yourself by becoming a criminal."
Chidinma stared back, intensely fearful. "I-I'm broke?" she cried, incredulous and fearful. Her face contorted again. "Wh-what am I going to do? You can't do this!"
I tapped ash off my cigarette. "Already done," I said. I sighed. "I wish it didn't have to come to this, Chidinma, but you didn't give me any choice. I offered you a life, and a good one at that. You repaid me by being selfish and conniving. You thought you could do whatever you want, and keep me happy by spreading your legs once in a while. Well, I hate to tell you this, babe, but pussy don't make the world go 'round."
Chidinma huffed, staring down, stunned. Her life, as she knew it, was over. She smoked her cigarette silently, hands shaking, letting the ash fall to the floor. I figured I could just vacuum it up later, and didn't say anything.
My wife was beaten, and she knew it. I bent, gathered up her clothes, tossed them to her.
"I'm going to have to punish you for being a bad girl, Chidinma," I said, moving back to the couch.
My wife trembled, her breasts swaying as she shook with arousal. "Of c-course, master," she panted. She suddenly grinned. "Oh, baby, if I knew you were this kinky—"
"Shut up, Chidinma," I said sternly.
Chidinma gasped, immediately clammed up, playing to the role. She kept grinning. She was enjoying this, anticipating being used. I literally saw droplets of her glistening fluid dripping down her inner thighs as they were splayed wide apart beneath her.
For several moments, I wondered what my wife thought as she heard me sit upon the couch, as she heard faint noises of movement, the whisper of skin on skin. Maybe she heard the soft, wet sounds of lips brushing and kissing. Maybe she heard the sound of a mouth opening wetly and sliding down over stiff, throbbing flesh. I was sure she heard my soft, grateful sigh.
My wife's brow furrowed, and her smile faded quickly. "Honey?" she asked, keeping her eyes closed.
I smiled. "Look at me, Chidinma," I said.
Slowly, Chidinma did so, and her eyes flew open wide at what she saw before her. She gasped loudly.
I sat back on the couch, my hands upon the bobbing head of my secretary, Chiamaka, as my cock slipped in and out of the woman's mouth. Chiamaka was a pretty, slender lady with short, spiky hair and a lean, athletic body, a cute round face, high-set, upturned B-cups, smooth-shaved pussy, and a tight, sexy ass framed by 34-inch hips.
All of this could be seen by my wife, since Chiamaka was absolutely naked as she knelt before me. My secretary had smooth, fair skin, dotted with tiny light freckles across her shoulders, down her arms, and here and there on her body. An impressive, fully-coloured tattoo of a rose vine began on the back of her left shoulder and wound diagonally across her back to her firm, round right cheek, where a large rose lay, then wrapped around her lean leg as it spiralled down to her ankle.
Chidinma stared for a long moment, mouth agape with shock as she watched Chiamaka's face in profile, sucking hungrily up and down my stiff cock. I sighed at the heat and talented massaging motions of my secretary's mouth. Chiamaka was an amazing cocksucker, better than Chidinma, I realized. And to think that I could have been enjoying such blow jobs as this for the past year and a half.
"Wh-wh . . ." began Chidinma, dumbfounded by what she was witnessing. She gave me a pleading look, her arousal destroyed by a sudden feeling of panic. "H-honey?"
I gave my wife a dreamy smile as I pumped my hips, driving my cock in and out of Chiamaka's sweet mouth. My secretary, a good five years older than my wife (though she looked far younger), moaned and slurped loudly, smacking her lips along my rod. She obviously enjoyed giving head, and did so with paramount enthusiasm and skill.
"Oh, Chidinma, she's so good," I sighed in bliss. "So fucking good . . . even better than you."
Chidinma' lips and eyes quivered. "H-honey, if you w-wanted a th-threesome—" she started.
I laughed. "I don't want a threesome," I said as Chiamaka eagerly sucked my dick, plunging down deeper with each pump of her soft, full, pink lips. I guided her head with my hands, watching as my saliva-slicked shaft slid back and forth in my secretary's hot mouth, sinking again and again between her slick lips. My god!, Chiamaka looked so cute and hot like that! I looked back to my wife, unable to disguise the expression of desire and satisfaction on my face. My wife's own shocked expression was priceless.
"I don't want a threesome, Chidinma," I said again. "I want you to watch me fuck my secretary."
Chidinma stared, wide-eyed, astonished, and, I hoped, more than a little hurt. She was watching as her husband was getting a blow job from another woman. And her husband was very obviously enjoying it. My wife made a choking sound in her throat.
I sagged back, smiling at the eagerness with which Chiamaka gave head. "Oh, God, Chiamaka, you're so good at that," I said.
"Mm-hmm," she moaned passionately around my dick, sucking harder, taking more and more in her mouth. I gasped, arching my back. My wife watched with wide, astonished eyes as my cock slid into Chiamaka's throat, as my secretary pressed her chin to my balls, her lips fluttering around the base of my shaft.
I gasped as Chiamaka kept my cock wrapped up in the tight, rippling tube of her oesophagus. Oh, shit! My secretary's throat was tighter than any pussy I had ever fucked!
Chiamaka throat-fucked my cock for a moment longer, then slipped her mouth up along my rod, thick saliva pouring out of her mouth and down my shaft. She gasped, her wet mouth poised around the crown of my slick cock, and sucked up all of her own spit with loud, slurping sounds. She gulped loudly, gasped again, then plunged back down, bobbing rapidly and moaning eagerly all the while, sucking my cock like a desperate woman.
"Oh, God, Chiamaka, if only I'd known . . . ." I said in rapture, enjoying the most incredible blow job I had ever received.
Chiamaka slurped her mouth from my dick, her lips shiny and wet and dripping. She stroked my cock rapidly with her fist, smacking it up and down. Her pretty brown eyes blazed up at me. "I've wanted you for so long, Mr. Agu," she said with passionate sincerity. The puffy nipples of her firm little breasts danced along my inner thighs as her breasts shook. "Long before you married that slut."
My wife gasped. "'Slut?'" she queried.
I moaned, and pushed Chiamaka back down. With a sexy, purring sound, she willingly swallowed my cock once more, sliding all the way down to the root of my cock. I looked to my wife as I grunted with pleasure.
"See, baby?" I said. "She can take it all the way."
"H-honey . . . ." bemoaned my wife, a pained look on her face. She tried to move, but her bonds held her, and she fell forward. Her big breasts mashed to the carpet as she fell, letting out a grunt.
Chiamaka jerked her wet mouth from my dick, pumping it with her slick hand as she looked to Chidinma. Her chin was shiny with saliva. She licked her lips and giggled at the sight of my helpless wife.
"Your husband has an amazing cock, Mrs. Agu," she gloated to my wife. "I'm going to make it shoot in my mouth. You going to watch?"
Chidinma suddenly seethed, looking angry. "Get away from my husband!" she shouted, struggling against the cuffs.
Chiamaka ignored her outburst, and grinned up at me. "Cum in my mouth, Mr. Agu," she whispered heatedly. "I know you want to. And I want it, too."
I moaned, so incredibly turned on. I cupped Chiamaka's pretty face, finding her round cheeks, big brown eyes and little button nose so erotically cute. She was a girl and a woman at the same time. "Do you, Chiamaka?" I asked her, watching peripherally as Chidinma squirmed on the floor, trying to get up. She grunted and huffed in exasperation, glaring at us.
Chiamaka gave me an impassioned look, pumping my cock frantically while rolling my swollen balls with her fingers. "Oh, so much," she said emphatically. "I can't believe I'm finally sucking your dick. You don't know how much I've wanted to do this for you, Mr. Agu, how many times I've masturbated while fantasizing about this."
I smiled, then pulled her face toward mine. I kissed her soft, wet lips, and my secretary swooned, moaning into my mouth as her tongue darted out to lick my lips. Chidinma gasped again.
"Call me Emeka," I said to my hot secretary.
Chiamaka grinned. "Ohh, Emeka," she sighed rapturously, smiling sexily. Her eyes glistened emotionally.
"Don't you call him that!" screamed Chidinma from the floor. "He's my husband! And don't you fucking suck his dick! No! G-get your mouth off his—"
"Shut up, Chidinma!" I snapped fiercely as Chiamaka went back down, hungrily slurping and sucking once more, swiftly bobbing her head up and down and stroking me to the rhythm of her hot, tight, sucking mouth. She made muffled little whimpering noises as she anticipated my orgasm.
Chidinma gasped, looking to me. I had never raised my voice to her before. Her green eyes trembled, and began swelling with tears. Anger was replaced with pain, even fear.
And still Chiamaka's head pumped up and down, her lovely, unequalled mouth bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I leaned back, closing my eyes, savouring the sensations as my secretary sucked and pulled, pumped and stroked, rolling her mouth, massaging with her firm tongue, squeezing my cock and balls with the sole intention of making me erupt in her mouth.
"H-honey," I heard Chidinma' strangled voice. She sniffled, then continued, her words choked. "I-I know why you're doing this. B-Baby, I'm so sorry. I-I'll never do it again, I p-promise! I know I was a selfish bitch, and you can punish me any way you want, b-but not like this! Please, baby, not like this!"
I could not deny that Chidinma' sobbing, pained words touched me. Maybe she meant what she said, and maybe she would have changed her ways if I had stopped. But it was too late. I could not have stopped Chiamaka if I wanted to, and ultimately, I knew I didn't want to. Chiamaka was just too good, and I was so close . . . oh, fuck, so close!
"Oh, baby! I'm going to cum!" I cried, my body spasming, bucking my hips as my cock throbbed in Chiamaka's incredible mouth. My sexy little secretary moaned eagerly, sucking as hard as she could, her hands gripping my hips as she fucked her mouth wetly up and down my straining shaft.
"Oh, God!" cried Chidinma, sobbing, her face contorted. "Don't do it, baby . . . ."
But I did. I groaned loudly, arching my back as my cock catapulted what had to be the most satisfying orgasm I had ever experienced into Chiamaka's mouth. My semen surged, thick and hot, between her sucking lips, spurting over her massaging tongue, filling her eager mouth. Chiamaka jerked a little at the force of my orgasm, sliding her hot mouth up until just the head of my ejaculating cock was wrapped up by her lips. She sucked and pulled, drawing out every drop of my sticky fluid, and moaned in appreciation.
I writhed under her, holding Chiamaka's head close, massaging her scalp as I revelled in the intense sensation of cumming in her mouth. Chiamaka kept sucking, tugging on my dick with her mouth, squeezing my shaft tightly in her fist and pushing up, making sure that every drop of sperm I had to give oozed into her mouth. Her tongue felt incredible as it firmly caressed the underside of my ejaculating dick. She made wet sucking sounds around the tip of my dick as she swirled her tongue and kissed the oozing tip.
I heard Chidinma crying on the floor, and opened the heavy lids of my eyes. My wife stared at us, a forlorn look on her wet face. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She pleaded with her eyes.
"Stop it, baby," she whispered. "Please. I'm so sorry. I-I promise I'll change."
I glared at my wife, even as Chiamaka licked around my sensitive cock, her mouth still full of cum. My secretary murmured, kissing my cock affectionately.
"How many, Chidinma?" I asked, panting, my heart pounding from my orgasm. "How many men since you married me?"
Chidinma shuddered as she cried, lowering her head. "I-I'm so sorry," she repeated.
"You're sorry?" I cried bitterly. "How many?"
Chidinma shook a while longer, then finally lifted her tear-dripping face. She took a deep breath, trying not to look at Chiamaka as my secretary lovingly licked up and down my spent dick, lapping away a last bubble of sperm from the tip of my dick.
"Th-three," said Chidinma, her face contorted by pain.
I gritted my teeth as my fears were confirmed. Not just one man, but three, my wife had fucked while she was married to me. I knew then that I would never trust her again. My love for her vanished in an instant.
I took a deep breath, looking to the ceiling of my office. Then I chuckled harshly, and looked back to Chidinma. "You little fucking whore," I said acidly. "Well, then. Guess I'll just have to fuck Chiamaka until I cum two more times. That should make us even."
Chidinma gasped, emitting a choking sound. Obviously, she had thought that by coming clean, she would spare herself further embarrassment. She was wrong.
Chiamaka sat up, giving me a glowing smile around her mouthful. She quickly tucked in her cheeks, finally swallowing my creamy load, and licked her glossy lips. She gave me an excited look. "Goody!" she exclaimed girlishly, and climbed up to straddle my lap. I smiled upon her, suddenly thinking, my God, here is this woman, who has been wanting me for three and a half years . . . and to think how stupid I was for thinking I was in love with a selfish, manipulative dancer.
Chiamaka stared into my eyes as she aligned my cock – not fully erect but still impressive – with her smooth-shaved pussy and slowly sank down, her soft pink lips spreading across the head of my dick. I sighed at the heat of her, at the unbelievable tightness of my sexy, sweet secretary's vagina. She wiggled her hips a little, eased up and down, letting her natural lubrication mingle with the residual cum on my cock to make it slick. Finally, she shuddered and groaned loudly in bliss as she pushed down, taking me all the way inside her.
"Oh, Chiamaka," I moaned, caressing her slender, taut body. I loved the contrast of Chiamaka's sleek, tight body to that of my wife. I bent my head, licking and sucking her stiff, bright pink nipples. Her puffy areolas turned me on immensely. They were so shiny and smooth, as if they had been buffed and polished. I swirled my tongue around and around those raised mounds, making Chiamaka sigh in pleasure as she rode my cock, gliding up and down. She cradled my head to her breasts, urging me to suck and lick her.
Chidinma cried as she watched us, unable to look away at what, for her, was the end of our marriage. She finally understood.
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Chiamaka and I fucked for hours, barely cognizant of my wife on the floor, laying on her side as she cried softly. I took Chiamaka on the couch, holding her ankles and splaying her legs wide as I thrust away; upon both chairs in various positions, with Chiamaka eagerly licking and sucking her own cream off my cock after she came; doggy-style over my big mahogany desk as Chiamaka gasped in orgasm (I wouldn't have to replace the desk after all).
As a final insult, I fucked my secretary right on the floor beside Chidinma, with Chiamaka's legs curled back so her knees were practically buried in her own arm pits, her squelching cunt close enough to Chidinma' face that my wife could see, hear, and smell my lover's pussy as I pounded her relentlessly. Chiamaka's orgasmic screams echoed in the office as she came over and over and over again. I had never known a woman who came as much or as hard as my sexy little secretary.
I shot my second load deep inside Chiamaka's pussy as she was astride me in reverse-cowgirl on one of the chairs, making her sigh with satisfaction as she felt it. Keeping me inside her, she scooped up my sperm with her fingers as it oozed out around my dick, licking them clean repeatedly, keeping me hard with the erotic, kinky sight.
The third time I came, I pulled out and splattered Chiamaka's firm, upturned breasts and cute little freckled face. Chiamaka eagerly sucked my cock clean as I straddled her chest on the floor, Chidinma laying beside us, watching in a daze as Chiamaka's face dripped with sperm. Her body trembled as she listened to Chiamaka's soft, contented moans and sighs, the smacking of her sticky lips as I slid my satisfied cock slowly in and out of her hot mouth.
The sky outside the windows was dark by the time Chiamaka and I finally got up. She massaged the semen into her face, then licked her fingers, and giggled in satisfaction as she headed to the bathroom to wash up. As Chiamaka showered, I knelt and picked up my wife.
I released Chidinma from her bonds, set her on the couch. She was like a limp rag doll, letting me position her as I wanted. I sat down beside her, lit a cigarette. The pungent aroma of sex was thick in the air. The entire room smelled of pussy and cum.
"I-It's . . . over, isn't it?" asked Chidinma at last, her eyes wide as she stared at the floor.
I nodded, blew smoke. "Yes," I said.
My wife took in a deep breath, let it out. Her eyes were red and swollen as she looked to me. "C-can I have one?" she asked me timidly.
I fished out another cigarette, gave it to her. I lit her smoke, and Chidinma brought it away from her lips with trembling fingers. Her eyes fell back to the floor.
"I-I kept th-thinking," she said, as if talking to herself. She shuddered as she held back tears. "Wh-why do it? I-I mean, you were everything I wanted."
"I thought that, too," I said. I stared at her face in profile. "I was good to you, Chidinma. I treated you better than ninety percent of the husbands out there. I loved you. And you still betrayed me."
Chidinma trembled, crying softly again. She squeezed her eyes shut, grinding her teeth. I stood, looking for an ashtray.
"And what the fuck was that?" Chidinma cried, making me turn around to face her. The scene suddenly appeared comical to me; after all, we were both still naked.
"What was what?" I asked.
"That!" spat Chidinma, suddenly angry as she glared at me, gesturing with her arms. "Fucking that . . . that bimbo, right in front of me! I cheated on you? You cheated on me!" She suddenly laughed ruefully. "Oh, aren't the lawyers going to love that shit, huh? Just wait till they find out—"
"Find out what?" I asked calmly, cutting her off. I'd had a feeling my wife would try this, as the last act of a desperate soul. "You've no proof. Just your word against mine. Chiamaka won't admit to anything. Meanwhile, I do have proof of your infidelity. Your panties with another man's semen on them. And your mobile-phone, with all those calls logged into it. I know people who can break your password."
Chidinma glanced furtively to her purse. She had not noticed that, when Chiamaka had gotten up, she had rifled through my wife's expensive handbag for the phone.
"That's mine!" exclaimed Chidinma indignantly.
I chuckled, smoked my cigarette. "No, it isn't. I pay for it," I said. "It's mine."
Chidinma shook desperately. "N-no! No! This isn't fair! I'm your wife! I deserve—"
"You don't deserve jack shit!" I barked loudly, making Chidinma flinch. I glared at her. "What, you thought you'd marry a rich guy, screw around on him, then get half his money in a divorce?"
I stepped closer and sneered upon my wife's trembling face. "You don't know fuck about the law. I do. You try to sue, and I'll hold everything in probate until the cows come home, and you won't ever see a God damned penny. And don't think you can use all those ATM cards in your purse. I spent all morning taking you off every single account. You try to buy even a stick of gum with one of those cards, and it's fraud. That's a federal offense, honey. Don't make it worse for yourself by becoming a criminal."
Chidinma stared back, intensely fearful. "I-I'm broke?" she cried, incredulous and fearful. Her face contorted again. "Wh-what am I going to do? You can't do this!"
I tapped ash off my cigarette. "Already done," I said. I sighed. "I wish it didn't have to come to this, Chidinma, but you didn't give me any choice. I offered you a life, and a good one at that. You repaid me by being selfish and conniving. You thought you could do whatever you want, and keep me happy by spreading your legs once in a while. Well, I hate to tell you this, babe, but pussy don't make the world go 'round."
Chidinma huffed, staring down, stunned. Her life, as she knew it, was over. She smoked her cigarette silently, hands shaking, letting the ash fall to the floor. I figured I could just vacuum it up later, and didn't say anything.
My wife was beaten, and she knew it. I bent, gathered up her clothes, tossed them to her.
"Get dressed," I said.
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My lawyer met us at the house at nine-thirty that night. Numbly, knowing she had no recourse, Chidinma signed the document that officially dissolved our marriage. Then she signed another that stated she would seek no civil action against me, and had no claim whatsoever to my estate.
But I was not completely heartless toward the wife who had betrayed me. As I showed her to the door, a taxi waiting outside, I handed my former wife a check for five million Naira. She gave me tentative look as she slowly took it.
"I never want to see you again," I said, holding back my emotions. "Go away. Go back home, move someplace else, I don't care. But go away."
Chidinma trembled, eyes welling once more. She tried to reach for me, but I blocked her hand.
"I still love you," she said emotionally.
I stared back. "But I don't love you, Chidinma," I said. "I did, once. You ruined that."
My former wife stared at me, trying not to cry. But with a sudden, choking sob, she ran to the cab and jerked the door open. I stared after the retreating camry as it slowly coasted away. I took a deep breath, let it out.
"I'm sorry, baby," came my lawyer's voice as he stepped up beside me. "I thought she was a great gal."
I nodded. "Yeah, so did I." Then I turned and headed back into the house.
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I went back to work, immersed myself in the operations of my business. My employees, investment partners, and friends all offered their consolations. A few jokingly asked me if I had Chidinma' phone number. I laughed them off. I never did find out who, exactly, my wife had fucked while she was with me. I didn't really care to.
It took several months, but I got over the pain of my divorce. And when I did . . . .
Chiamaka had been waiting patiently for me since that day in the office, when she had been my accomplice in my plot of revenge against my wife. She remained my secretary, and never mentioned the events of that afternoon, even though, from time to time, I caught her giving me wistful, longing looks.
And I never stopped thinking about her. Maybe Chiamaka was a slender little imp, sexy and also tomboyish, but I could not deny that I felt something deep and true for her. She had always been there, not just as my secretary, but as my friend. I knew she'd had her chances for better jobs, but she had never taken them. And I finally realized why.
She was in love with me, and had always been.
"Chiamaka," I said into the intercom of the inter-office phone one day. "Could you come in here for a moment? I need you to take some dictation."
A moment later, Chiamaka appeared, professional in her demeanour. She sat down in one of the padded chairs before my desk, crossing her legs and settling her steno pad upon her knee. She gave me an expectant look, behind which I could sense something else . . . something primal and passionate and incredibly arousing.
"To Whom It May Concern," I said, leaning back in my desk chair. "Let it be known that Emeka S. Agu is willing to proclaim his love for the one woman in his life who has always been there for him . . . ."
Chiamaka scribbled as she wrote quickly in shorthand, then faltered. She jerked her head up, staring at me, suddenly breathless. Her breathing became deep and laboured. Her brown eyes stared at me, wide and round and wet.
"M-Mr. Agu?" she asked in a soft little voice.
I looked to her, smiling. "You know, Chiamaka," I said. "You're really going to have to start calling me Emeka. Especially if you're going to be my wife."
She gasped, looking startled. She worked her mouth like a goldfish taken out of its bowl. "W-w-w-wife?" she stammered.
I just smiled.
Chiamaka slowly grinned, her sexy, pink lips stretching wide. With an excited cry, she lurched up from her chair and scrambled across my desk, grabbing me and sliding onto my lap, straddling me. She cried and laughed and hugged me tightly, pressing her mouth to mine. She moaned desperately as she kissed me.
"Oh, God, if that's your way of proposing—"
"It is," I said, staring at my bouncy, girlish secretary. Almost thirty, and she looked and acted like a giggling, sixteen-year-old. My god!, was she sexy!
Chiamaka cried, shaking, kissing me passionately as she tugged on my clothes. "Oh, God, Emeka," she muttered, trembling with excitement and arousal. "The only thing I can say is, yes! Yes! Yes!"
Well, Chiamaka cried out that same impassioned word quite often that afternoon, enough that pretty much everyone in the entire warehouse knew what was going on. Not that Chiamaka really cared as she bounced up and down on my pole, making my desk chair creak and moan as she came over and over. She finally hopped off me and sucked my pussy-flavoured penis, gulping down my cum as it spurted wildly in my mouth. Then she begged me to fuck her some more.
Chiamaka and I got married exactly one year later, on the anniversary of the day that I proposed to her. By then, she was already three months pregnant, and she gave birth to our baby boy Ugo after a mere five hours of labour.
The transition of secretary to wife was pretty easy for Chiamaka; she knew a lot about my business as it was, and fell easily into the role of business partner. In a strange sort of twist, Chiamaka drew up a prenuptial contract that proved to me that she was not after my money. She never had been. She had always just wanted me.
Still, I shower her with gifts, spoil her with vacations. Chiamaka is an enthusiastic and energetic lover, who can't go a single day without at least some form of sex. She told me that, the entire time she was my secretary, more than two years, she never had a boyfriend. She said she was waiting for me, and had known, through a pastor, that I was the one for her.
Spirituality aside, I could not be happier with my eager wife. Even now, at thirty-five, Chiamaka looks at least ten years younger. She is simply one of those women who is naturally youthful and energetic. Hell, sometimes her breathless lovemaking is too much for me.
Our children, Ugo and Ifeoma, are now seven and four years old. We love our children deeply, and dote on them constantly. I am a happy man, with a full and satisfied life: a loving, horny wife, two happy, healthy children, and a lucrative, successful business. I have more than I could want.
The End
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My lawyer met us at the house at nine-thirty that night. Numbly, knowing she had no recourse, Chidinma signed the document that officially dissolved our marriage. Then she signed another that stated she would seek no civil action against me, and had no claim whatsoever to my estate.
But I was not completely heartless toward the wife who had betrayed me. As I showed her to the door, a taxi waiting outside, I handed my former wife a check for five million Naira. She gave me tentative look as she slowly took it.
"I never want to see you again," I said, holding back my emotions. "Go away. Go back home, move someplace else, I don't care. But go away."
Chidinma trembled, eyes welling once more. She tried to reach for me, but I blocked her hand.
"I still love you," she said emotionally.
I stared back. "But I don't love you, Chidinma," I said. "I did, once. You ruined that."
My former wife stared at me, trying not to cry. But with a sudden, choking sob, she ran to the cab and jerked the door open. I stared after the retreating camry as it slowly coasted away. I took a deep breath, let it out.
"I'm sorry, baby," came my lawyer's voice as he stepped up beside me. "I thought she was a great gal."
I nodded. "Yeah, so did I." Then I turned and headed back into the house.
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I went back to work, immersed myself in the operations of my business. My employees, investment partners, and friends all offered their consolations. A few jokingly asked me if I had Chidinma' phone number. I laughed them off. I never did find out who, exactly, my wife had fucked while she was with me. I didn't really care to.
It took several months, but I got over the pain of my divorce. And when I did . . . .
Chiamaka had been waiting patiently for me since that day in the office, when she had been my accomplice in my plot of revenge against my wife. She remained my secretary, and never mentioned the events of that afternoon, even though, from time to time, I caught her giving me wistful, longing looks.
And I never stopped thinking about her. Maybe Chiamaka was a slender little imp, sexy and also tomboyish, but I could not deny that I felt something deep and true for her. She had always been there, not just as my secretary, but as my friend. I knew she'd had her chances for better jobs, but she had never taken them. And I finally realized why.
She was in love with me, and had always been.
"Chiamaka," I said into the intercom of the inter-office phone one day. "Could you come in here for a moment? I need you to take some dictation."
A moment later, Chiamaka appeared, professional in her demeanour. She sat down in one of the padded chairs before my desk, crossing her legs and settling her steno pad upon her knee. She gave me an expectant look, behind which I could sense something else . . . something primal and passionate and incredibly arousing.
"To Whom It May Concern," I said, leaning back in my desk chair. "Let it be known that Emeka S. Agu is willing to proclaim his love for the one woman in his life who has always been there for him . . . ."
Chiamaka scribbled as she wrote quickly in shorthand, then faltered. She jerked her head up, staring at me, suddenly breathless. Her breathing became deep and laboured. Her brown eyes stared at me, wide and round and wet.
"M-Mr. Agu?" she asked in a soft little voice.
I looked to her, smiling. "You know, Chiamaka," I said. "You're really going to have to start calling me Emeka. Especially if you're going to be my wife."
She gasped, looking startled. She worked her mouth like a goldfish taken out of its bowl. "W-w-w-wife?" she stammered.
I just smiled.
Chiamaka slowly grinned, her sexy, pink lips stretching wide. With an excited cry, she lurched up from her chair and scrambled across my desk, grabbing me and sliding onto my lap, straddling me. She cried and laughed and hugged me tightly, pressing her mouth to mine. She moaned desperately as she kissed me.
"Oh, God, if that's your way of proposing—"
"It is," I said, staring at my bouncy, girlish secretary. Almost thirty, and she looked and acted like a giggling, sixteen-year-old. My god!, was she sexy!
Chiamaka cried, shaking, kissing me passionately as she tugged on my clothes. "Oh, God, Emeka," she muttered, trembling with excitement and arousal. "The only thing I can say is, yes! Yes! Yes!"
Well, Chiamaka cried out that same impassioned word quite often that afternoon, enough that pretty much everyone in the entire warehouse knew what was going on. Not that Chiamaka really cared as she bounced up and down on my pole, making my desk chair creak and moan as she came over and over. She finally hopped off me and sucked my pussy-flavoured penis, gulping down my cum as it spurted wildly in my mouth. Then she begged me to fuck her some more.
Chiamaka and I got married exactly one year later, on the anniversary of the day that I proposed to her. By then, she was already three months pregnant, and she gave birth to our baby boy Ugo after a mere five hours of labour.
The transition of secretary to wife was pretty easy for Chiamaka; she knew a lot about my business as it was, and fell easily into the role of business partner. In a strange sort of twist, Chiamaka drew up a prenuptial contract that proved to me that she was not after my money. She never had been. She had always just wanted me.
Still, I shower her with gifts, spoil her with vacations. Chiamaka is an enthusiastic and energetic lover, who can't go a single day without at least some form of sex. She told me that, the entire time she was my secretary, more than two years, she never had a boyfriend. She said she was waiting for me, and had known, through a pastor, that I was the one for her.
Spirituality aside, I could not be happier with my eager wife. Even now, at thirty-five, Chiamaka looks at least ten years younger. She is simply one of those women who is naturally youthful and energetic. Hell, sometimes her breathless lovemaking is too much for me.
Our children, Ugo and Ifeoma, are now seven and four years old. We love our children deeply, and dote on them constantly. I am a happy man, with a full and satisfied life: a loving, horny wife, two happy, healthy children, and a lucrative, successful business. I have more than I could want.
The End
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