Politics of Sex: The Side Man

Adaora walked quickly out of her husband's headquarters and down the street toward Emeka Ukaegbu's house. Her pussy tingled wonderfully at the thought of her husband's cock fucking deep into her cunt. And she quickened her pace toward Emeka's.

Then Adaora was aware of someone calling her name. At first she wasn't sure, but then she knew it was so. "Adaora ... Adaora!"

A dark car rolled up beside her, and a man leaned over and held the door open for her.

"Get in!" he called. "It's too far to walk from here, Adaora."

It was Emeka, of course. He was never one to wait for something he wanted.

She must act natural, as if she hadn't just been fucked silly by her husband.

"Why, Emeka!" she said. "What a wonderful surprise ... and you've come just in the nick of time!"

Emeka smiled at her. He had been Adaora's lover for a few years, and he knew her very well. He could see now by her careful walk that she had just been fucked.

He looked over at her thanking his lucky stars for the day that he met her. He had been the prosecuting lawyer at one of her husband's trials. He had watched her come into the courtroom every day to watch her husband argue his case. Her eyes had shone with pride. Then, later, when he had met her at a friend's party, he had been blown out of his mind by the way she had drawn him into another room where they had fucked wildly. It had been that way ever since. Sometimes they even got together with her husband and his mistress. But when she was hot like she was today, he knew that she liked to play games, little games that sent her cunt spinning out of control.

"Glad to be of service, Mrs. Nzeribe. You know that!" he said softly. "How are you?" Emeka inquired in the same formal tone

"Why, I'm just fine, Emeka, and my husband is well too. You're looking quite well yourself.

"I have an appointment I cannot be late for!" she declared. "I think you may have made a wrong turn ..."

"Oh, Mrs. Nzeribe, I was hoping you would drop by my house. You know, you haven't seen it for almost a week. I've made a few improvements. You might really enjoy seeing them. They are made for you."

So that was it. Adaora tried to think of what she should do. She had learned that it was important to get into the parts he devised for her, even into the most difficult parts she was to play; if either of them were going to get the "kicks" they wanted from the games.

"I would ... I would love to see it, Emeka!" she said. "I hope it's nice and warm. I'm kind of cold. It's a bit chilly, don't you think?"

"Oh yes ... you'll be hot there!" Emeka promised, nodding his head in a strange manner.

Emeka could feel Adaora's anticipation beside him, and he wanted to let her in on what he had planned, but he knew that she would enjoy it more if she was surprised, so he kept silent.

"Here we are, Mrs. Nzeribe," Emeka said, pulling up in front of a small four-story building.

Emeka hurried around the front of the car and opened the door for her. Then, taking her gently by the elbow, he escorted her up the steps to the front door of the small house.

"Here we are!" he said, a tone of excitement entering his voice.

The house was quite large inside, and although sparsely furnished, it gave the appearance of being very comfortable. A deep wall-to-wall rug covered the living room floor, and an overstuffed sectional couch took up one side of the wall. Adaora went over and sat down on the couch and waited for her next cue.

"Yes, that's right, Mrs. Nzeribe, make yourself comfortable. Shall I make some coffee?"

"Coffee would be lovely," Adaora replied, as she leaned back against the sofa and looked around her. Emeka disappeared into the kitchen.

Hurriedly, Adaora straightened her dress and her hair. She always wanted to look her best; it made fucking better somehow.

She sat uncomfortably on the sofa. The suspense was getting to her. Already, since the material of her dress was so thin, the round Chief Umeh tips of her bare nipples beneath were showing. What am I doing here anyway? she asked herself.

"Here we are." Emeka said, entering the room with a tray.

The hot coffee tasted delicious, and Adaora sat back, just a bit more at ease than before. She tried, however, to keep her arms in front of her, just in case her nipples showed too clearly.

"Well, Emeka, tell me, how do you spend your time, now that you have so much of it?"

"Oh, I keep quite busy." Emeka had taken a seat opposite Adaora in a straight-backed chair that he had pulled up to the table. He drank his own coffee with relish, "I work on my little gadgets ... and fool around with my tape deck."

"What tape deck?" Adaora asked. Suddenly everything inside her was listening, waiting for what the man's answer would be.

"Why, the tape deck I use to record things, of course!" he replied "I see someone cheating on their husband, and I say to myself, 'Emeka, you have got to teach that little woman a lesson,'" he added with a twinkle in his dark brown eyes. Adaora was silent but a thrill ran through her at the sudden change the game had taken. Normally it was just the old rape game, but this afternoon, with this blackmail thing thrown in, it added a more lustful flavour to it. It was all she could do to keep her hands from trembling on her cup.

"I ... I see ..." Adaora stammered.

Emeka was thinking about how well this game was going. He could see how much it had excited Adaora already. Her nipples showed dark and erect through the thin dress, and his cock jerked at the memory of his tongue licking hungrily around the dark, berrylike nipples.

"Perhaps you would like to hear some of the tapes?" he inquired.

"Yes ... yes, I would like that," she said. A part of her knew that the time was near, that it was now that they would really start the game, but another part of her dared to hope that this exquisite suspense would last a bit longer. Emeka got up and started into the bedroom, motioning her to follow.

"This is my bedroom back here," he said.

On legs that wobbled and trembled, Adaora followed her lover into the room.

"There's something I would like to ask your advice about, anyway, Mrs. Nzeribe," Emeka said. "Won't you sit down on that chair there?" He pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. The other corner was taken up with an impressive bank of taping equipment stacked up to the ceiling.

Adaora sat down.

Emeka reached into a cabinet and withdrew a reel of tape. He congratulated himself once more for having thought of recording one of their wilder fucking sessions. He fondled it carefully, thinking back to that night. Emeka's dormant cock began to pulse to life as he remembered Adaora's naked body spread hungrily on the bed ready for him to fuck. She had pulled him to her.

"Emeka, you've got a huge big cock ... you've got a big throbbing cock!" She had to have it inside her cunt, no longer satisfied by the dildo she had been ramming deep into the clasping hole of her copper-fringed pussy. Pushing him down on the soft mattress of her bedroom, her mind crazed by the lust that seemed to fill the very air she breathed, Adaora had mounted his huge pussy-stretching prick.

Emeka seemed to feel that incredible sensation still; it had been one of their better times. His cock throbbed excitedly as he recalled the tightness and the strength of Adaora's yearning cunt, wrapping itself around his up thrusting prick as she bounced up and down on it. She had had him fuck the dildo deep into the tight nether hold of her ass, and he had done so, overwhelmed with lust at the thought that he had almost cum right then and there without waiting for her. And when her young husband had come into the room he had joined them, and Adaora had been pressed between the two of them, her husband Chuma and himself. They had fucked her together and singly. Emeka had found her stretched and throbbing asshole as willing a receptacle for his lustfully hard cock as her cunt. He remembered how much Adaora had liked having the two deeply fucking cocks inside her at once, and it was then that Emeka had ejaculated far into Adaora's asshole in the most powerful cum that he had ever known.

He was glad that he had recorded the session on his small vest-pocket tape-recorder. He had meant to play it back for all of them to enjoy, but in the exhaustion following that mind-blowing cum, he had forgotten about it. Later when he had played it for himself and had almost cum again just from hearing it, he had decided that he would save the tape for later and use it as a surprise in one of their games. He knew Adaora would get a real send-off when she heard it, just like he had.

He slipped the tape cassette into his tape deck, aware that Adaora was watching his every move.

"Would you like to hear this?" he inquired. "I would like you to tell me what you think I should do about it."

Adaora nodded. She could feel her palms sweating, and the tape began. What could it possibly be, she wondered, what little surprise did he have for her.

"Oooohhhhhhh ... honey, fuck me ... good. Realllll ... gooddddd ..."

Adaora almost fell off the chair. That tape had been made months ago, and that was her voice pleading to be fucked. She remembered the time really well--it had been one of the best with Emeka, and then her husband had come in and they had fucked her senseless again. And this little devil had recorded the whole thing! She could have hugged him right then and there if she hadn't had a role to play. It was his surprise, and she didn't want to spoil it for him. The unmistakable sounds of Adaora's voice enticing her young lover to fuck her, inviting him to look and feel her nakedness, filled the small bedroom. Then, there followed only the intensely wet sounds and blissful gurgling of wild fucking. Adaora once more heard herself screaming as Emeka's deep fucking cock brought a release to all her built-up tensions. Over and over again she cried out as her cums accumulated and grew stronger and stronger. "Oh, fuck me. Fuck me harder, HARDER! MAKE MY CUNT EJACULATE!!!!"

Adaora wanted to stand up and rip the clothes off of her body, but she knew she would have to wait.

"That could be anyone ... Anyone at all! You must be crazy to think you can make anyone believe ..." she screamed convincingly.

"Oh, Mrs. Nzeribe," Emeka declared. "I hope you're not upset by this. Actually I did think you might prefer to keep this quiet. It is, after all, so, how shall I put it, intimate!"

Adaora stood and began to blurt out exactly what she thought Emeka would want to hear.

"Blackmail!" she cried. "You can't blackmail me! Why, my husband wouldn't give you a dime for that!"

It was as if he didn't even hear her argument, and he went on, "... and as for this tape being anybody, I'm sure you've heard of voice prints by now. They are relatively new, but are already considered very conclusive when it comes to identifying voices. I'm surprised that you don't know that, Mrs. Nzeribe."

Adaora sat back down as though the breath had been knocked out of her. Was it her imagination, or did Emeka seem to be looking at her in a new way? She was sure he was looking at her breasts and she could feel her nipples contracting lustfully at the thought. She kept her legs pressed tightly together as she sat primly on the edge of the chair. It was hard to play the part of an indignant wife when that tape was still playing, with her own voice on it raised like a common harlot's wailing and moaning and obviously enjoying a good fucking.

"Perhaps you would like to have a drink while you listen to the rest," Emeka was suggesting, and Adaora seemed to hear him through a fog. Unhurriedly, Emeka went out to the living room for a few minutes and returned carrying two glasses and a bottle of scotch.

"I hope I didn't hurt your feelings, Mrs. Nzeribe," he said. "Actually, you may have that tape if you like. I have another copy." He held the glass within reach. "Do drink this. I'm sure it will make you feel better!"

He himself took a deep sip from his own glass, letting his eyes wander over the voluptuous body on the chair across from the bed. He could always remember every detail of its nakedness, every quiver of her hungry little pussy around his cock. He was pleased that she had taken to the game so well. Her mounting lust showed in her eyes. He would have to get started on her soon or she would blow the whole thing.

"What do you want from me?" Adaora finally shouted out. The tape was going on and on, and the terrible compromising lust of her own voice was driving her crazy. Worse than that, the distinct noises ... the all too explicit sounds of her lover's cock fucking steadily harder and harder into her wetly churning cunt ... oh shit, it was too much to bear!

There was a long silence while Emeka seemed to mull these words over in his mind. Adaora downed the whole of her scotch, thankful for the burning warmth it created in her mouth and throat and then in her jittery stomach. Emeka leaned forward. He filled her glass again, this time to the very brim, and her hand trembled so that as she lifted it to her parched lips, several drops fell across the front of her light dress.

As she brushed her fingers across the wet spots, she could see the sensuously throbbing mounds of her breasts, and the all too well-defined protrusions of her nipples. She shivered as the liquor coursed down her throat this time and then knew that Emeka was getting ready to make the final move. She had feared that the silence might go on forever, that he might never speak again the words which would tell her to do what she wanted to do so badly. Yet, that was impossible, of course ... and he had already spoken before the words became clear in her head.

"You were ... uh ... magnificent that night, if I may say so!" Emeka's face was radiant as Adaora looked at him, her own face and her features strained by the events of the past few hours. "Since I know that you are prone to enjoy such things, and, I might add, you seemed to find me quite acceptable that night, I thought perhaps ..."

"Never!" Adaora cried out. But she was thinking of the feel of his cock fucking deep into her cunt. The situation was more sensuous, yet frustrating than she had thought, and she was going to break soon!

"I was out of my mind that night!" she cried. "You've got to understand that that had nothing to do with me ... not the real me!" It was true that she had been out of her mind the night she had yelled for Emeka to come and fuck her, out of her mind with a craving for cock that couldn't be quenched. How could she explain that she had really been temporarily deranged? He knew that already; they both did. She had been that way ever since she had met Emeka and found that his taste in sexual fantasy equalled her own. Her husband hadn't minded either because he had his own mistress. They were just one happy family now, sometimes one happy foursome.

"Perhaps you were drugged, Mrs. Nzeribe," Emeka was replying, "and that's why you enjoyed my cock fucking so hard into your cunt."

Adaora sucked in her breath at his words.

Emeka reached forward to flick a switch that stopped the tape. Then he started it up again. Adaora reached forward and grabbed the scotch bottle, pouring herself a stiff glassful, coughing slightly from the speed with which she swallowed it.

This time, Emeka felt his cock jerk slightly as he heard Adaora's recorded moaning in the throes of abandoned fucking. He watched the helpless expression crossing the young woman's face with a new kind of inward sadistic satisfaction.

Adaora stood up quickly and yelled at him.

"I've to get home! You can't possibly expect me to--why, my husband ..."

Emeka easily barred her way, taking hold of both of Adaora's wrists with a surprisingly strong grasp. As soon as he touched her, Adaora knew that it was going to happen soon. She fought him briefly, and then realized that she was just prolonging what she wanted to happen anyway. With great difficulty, she struggled to gain control of herself again.

"I'm sure Mr. Nzeribe would want you to do anything you could to help me out, and then, of course, you could have the tapes, both copies, to do with as you like. I'm sure I won't need them after today."

Suddenly she collapsed, falling onto the edge of the bed. She sat with her hands covering her face and pretended to sob into them like a little girl would. "I don't know! I just don't know what to do! I can't just let you fuck me like ... like a dirty whore!"

Emeka looked down at her thighs that were almost completely exposed as she sobbed into her hands. Her short dress had snaked up higher than she knew, and he could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied the delicate fullness of her upper thighs. They looked wet. They were wet.

"It's not too difficult for you, I'm sure," Emeka said.

When Adaora raised her head, ready to tell him that she would comply with his wishes another time, she saw something totally unexpected that made her cunt jump for joy. There before her very eyes was the heavily throbbing hardness of Emeka's naked cock. Sperm was running out of the tip in a little trickle. He stood holding it now, just inches away from her face, and she jumped backward, pretending to scramble away from him.

"Oh no!" she cried.

But he had already grabbed her by the shoulders and was waving his long penis in front of her face.

"Suck my prick ..." he said, so softly that she thought he might not have spoken after all. But he said the words again, and Adaora knew that she was going to get what she wanted. "Suck it!" he commanded, louder this time, pulling her head and shoulders toward his dripping tip.

"I bet you like to suck cock," he added reflectively. He had thought about this many times. He knew she did; they'd done it many times before. It was one of their favorite things to do.

"This is grotesque, Emeka! You can't do this, Emeka. You need help, Emeka; you mustn't do this to me!" Adaora babbled a steady stream of words absently, hardly realizing what she was saying, but knowing that they were the right ones by the satisfied look on Emeka's face. She visualized her husband, handsome and serious, maybe having a good fuck with his mistress right now.

She shuddered underneath her lover's hard fingers. She felt his hand at the back of her head, pushing her face gently but firmly down. His other hand was still wrapped around his own rigid cock that stood out in the air in front of her like a beautiful fleshy instrument of pleasure. She could see him rubbing the cum covered head with his thumb and forefinger, and then, sensuously, teasingly, he was rubbing it softly against her tightly clenched lips. He continued to do so until it was evident that she was not going to open her mouth. She was determined now to tease him a bit as he had teased her. And then he reached forward and pinched her nostrils tightly together.

Adaora fought for a moment, trying to move her auburn head from side to side in desperation, grunting out her protest at the obscene act that was being requested of her. Then, in a sudden gasp for air, her mouth opened wide. Instantly, Emeka flicked his hips forward, sliding the swollen pulsing head of his rod deep within the confines of the young wife's tender lips.

Again, Adaora fought, but Emeka, feeling the hot wetness of her oral cavity against his expanding cock, tangled his hands into the young wife's hair and forced her to begin a gentle sucking motion.

"Ah ... ah ... oh ... Mrs. Nzeribe ... yessssss!" he murmured, as her lips unwillingly hollowed and expanded with each stroke he made into her wide-stretched mouth. Tiny ridges of soft Chief Umeh flesh could be seen pulling from her lips as he drew back, and Emeka smiled to see his mistress sucking his cock. Passion mounting in his loins as his thoughts wandered, Emeka began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never quite drawing his fucking cock all the way out, but leaving the tip just inside the hot wetness of Adaora's stretched and aching mouth.

"So happy you could oblige me, Mrs. Nzeribe!" he cried, groaning as he thrust his loins forward into its slippery depths. This game was far, far better than he had imagined it would be. He would have this memory always. Adaora's auburn-haired head bent backward as he forced his penis forward into her mouth. Her deep blue eyes were alternately wide open in lust and tightly closed as she performed the task of felatio. It was a sight to remember!

Emeka looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so that he could catch a good profile view of the senator-to-be's wife's face as his lust-hardened prick continued to fuck rhythmically in and out of her puckered mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full length of it all the way down her swanlike throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made, until only a little stretch of its huge mass showed glistening and protruding from between her lips.

Adaora didn't bother to pretend anymore. She was so completely aroused and heated by what was happening that she only whimpered now and then as the harshly driving rod of Emeka's cock plowed wilfully into her wide, wet lips.

Oh Shit! she thought. Let it never stop. I wish it would never end, she told herself. But he can't go on forever like this, she told herself. Maybe this will satisfy him, and he will give me some of the same. Maybe I can hurry that part up.

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick, thrust forward toward the throbbing head that pushed against it. Emeka smiled as in the mirror he could see her beginning to come to life. The sensations around his surging cock told him that he had brought her blood to a rolling boil and she would do anything now to get her pussy fucked.

He watched, hypnotized by the image in the mirror, as the flesh of her soft pink lips were pulled grotesquely out of shape as he pulled back and she began to suck hungrily. Her huge breasts jerking and dancing within the loose folds of her dress added to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the mirror.

"That's it ... oh yes, that's the way!" he hissed, letting his head roll backward as he fucked forward into her hot steaming mouth.

Preoccupied as she was by the thing she was doing, Adaora could hear the wet, sounds of her wild fucking with her husband and her lover rising throughout the small bedroom mingling with the grunts and groans that burst from Emeka's parted lips and the strangled moans that came from her own cock-stuffed mouth, for the tape continued to spin out its lustful tale, reminding her of the reason for her obscene sucking of Emeka's distended cock.

"Ohhhhhhh faster ... a little faster!" Emeka grunted out as she slaved obscenely below him. His hands in her hair twisted and pulled at the strands and Adaora could feel her body soaked with perspiration. She wanted the final moment to come so that it would be all over, and yet she feared the loss of his huge prick in her mouth.

"Oh, come on. Come on!" he urged. Emeka was soaring somewhere above the clouds. No longer a plaything, he was a man, and he was ramming his cock deep into her straining throat. Shit, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils before he was through. His scalding cum juice was going to shoot deep into her throat and slide slowly down into her belly, that same soft jiggling belly that he knew so well, and which he intended to know again and again in the most intimate sense of the word! He could feel the pressure growing in his painfully throbbing balls which he had freed from the encumbrance of his pants. He knew it wouldn't be long now because his swollen cock felt like it was going to explode into a zillion pieces! He shoved his loins hard up against Adaora's vulnerable face, hearing her deep mumbles of arousal, but letting them go unheeded as he started on the final race toward ejaculation, toward his long awaited cum. It was building ... building deep inside his quivering balls as he gasped and bared his lips back over his teeth. All along his massively pulsing cock he could feel the wild nibbling and sucking of Adaora's hot wet mouth. Bits of her spittle were overflowing and dribbling down her chin.

"Ohhhhhh FUCKING SHIT!!!" he cried. "You've done it now.....AAAAHHHHHH FUCK ME!!!" "Suck it hard now baby, by balls are releasing.....right....NOWWWWWW!!!"

Emeka's bursting cock began a sudden wild staccato jerking that let loose a flood of white, scalding cum without warning into Adaora's sucking mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he moaned as a long continuous stream of initial ejaculate shot into Adaora's mouth.

Gust after gust of white-hot cum bloated her cheeks unnaturally outward with each spurt of sperm, and she began to choke and swallow, choke and swallow, sputtering against Emeka's thrusting loins.

"Drain me!... keep sucking. KEEP SUCKING! Don't stop yet!" he rasped out, as his hands tangled tighter in her hair. Convulsively he rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat, as Adaora went on sucking hungrily as though she were starved, feeling the voluminous quantities of the young man's thick creamy semen flowing down her throat. Tears of pleasure were streaming down her cheeks as with one last earth-shattering groan Emeka emptied the last of his juice between her lips and clutched her head to the dampness of his naked exposed loins.

"Oh, fuck me. Fuck me! Harder! HARDER!" Her own taped voice cried into the stillness, and Adaora shuddered against the still-quivering thighs of her lover. Gradually his emptied cock was deflating in her mouth and she heard a great sigh of relief escape from his lips. He was pulling away from her, and she simultaneously pulled back, letting the limp mass of his cock fall from her trembling lips. Semen was still streaming out of the tip of the giant shaft.

"Oh ... oh God ..." she cried softly. She fell away from him, on the soft bed, spreading her legs lustfully, trying to cool the heat that burned out of control there. Per panties, still wet from her earlier fuck were even more soaked from what had just happened.

"The ... the tapes ... both copies. I'll take them now!" she managed to stammer out. The taste of his cum was sweet and strong in her mouth, and she knew that her hair was a fright and her clothes a rumpled mess. But that really didn't matter. She would have time enough to fix that.

Emeka looked at her in a manner that was both loving and grateful at once.

"May I say," he began politely, only panting the slightest bit after his powerful ejaculation, "first of all, Mrs. Nzeribe, you were magnificent! You surpassed my fondest dreams ..."

"NEVER MIND THAT!" Adaora screamed in heated frustration, and then lowered her voice in an effort to control herself. "The tapes ... I'll have them now!"

"Well, I was about to explain. I'm afraid you'll have to come back. You see, I don't keep both copies here. But I can manage to have them for you ... say ... next week, at this same time?"

Adaora felt her heart lurch with elation; he was going to continue with this game! She was glad, she was enjoying herself immensely. Then she spoke. "Very well ..." her voice broke, but she went on, "I will expect you then. Next Monday."

Emeka cleared his throat, knowing that she was pleased.

Absurdly, Adaora focused on the stereo tape deck on the bedroom wall. There was a terrible aching in her temples, and she feared her legs would give way under her at any second if he didn't fuck her soon.

"It might be best for you to come here, Mrs. Nzeribe. There's something else I want you to have before you leave. I think you'll like it a lot." He smiled wickedly, and she made her eyes wide with fear.

To be continued..................................