It wasn't planned. I wasn't looking for another man. It just happened. I should
never have even let it started.
My name is Nkechi. I am a forty-one year old wife and mother of two. Like most
working women with children, it seems as though I never have enough time to
complete my housework, or enough time for my kids, or enough time for my
husband. I certainly never have enough time for myself. Much of the time, going
to work was a way to occupy my mind and forget about everything that needed my
attention at home.
I have tried to keep myself in shape the best that I can. I don't work out, but
I have kept my weight at around 49kg on my 5'6" frame. I like to dress
well at work, and show off (as much as allowed) my C-cup tits. It wasn't like I
was out trying to pick up men. Dressing nice and somewhat sexy just always made
me feel young and feel good about myself.
Six months ago our company hired, for the department I work in, a boy fresh out
of the university. This boy, named Efe, was twenty-two years old, well over six
foot tall and a constant smile on his handsome, yet boyish face. It seemed like
it was almost immediately that Efe began to come to me, exclusively, when he
had questions. Because of that, we spent more and more time together at the
office.
Pretty quickly we developed a routine of eating lunch together a couple of days
a week in our company's commissary, and Efe joined the rest of us when we went
for lunch as a team. At our team lunches, Efe nearly always sat by me. It
seemed as though he had attached himself to me, and I can't say I didn't mind
the attention. Our private lunch conversations started out as strictly
business, but eventually turned to everything but business. It seemed like Efe
had a girlfriend of the week club going on. At our lunches, I was getting
regular updates of his youthful escapades with all of these girls. He kept his
descriptions clean, but just the same my mind was constantly being inundated
with thoughts of Efe having sex.
Last week my husband, Agu, and I made plans to spend the weekend at a local
hotel. The plan was for my mother to pick the kids up from school and take them
to her home on Friday. Instead of me driving to work, Agu was going to take me
to work and then pick me up at noon, so we could head straight to the hotel. I
wanted to make the first night special, so I went out and bought me a pair of
satin panties. I thought that Agu would love to discover those on me. The
Thursday before we left, I ate lunch alone with Efe. Once again, he had some
new girl that he was planning on meeting. Efe told me how hot she was and that
it seemed like he might get lucky on their first date.
With all my thoughts of expected sex with Agu over the weekend, and all my
thoughts of Efe banging his new girlfriend on their first date, I had a hard
time concentrating on work the rest of the afternoon. Later Thursday night when
Agu and I went to bed I was surprised by Agu wanting to make love. We have been
married since we were eighteen, so at this point weeknight sex was reduced to a
few nights per month. Most of our sex was on the weekends.
This time, as Agu and I made love, something was different. Efe's boasting of
sex along with our increasing familiarity with each other brought him into my
marital bed. Not literally, of course. However, while I was on my back, with my
husband working his penis in and out of me, I envisioned Efe's body on top of
mine. In my mind, it was Efe's naked body lying atop mine. Agu's lips became Efe's
lips, and of course my husband's cock was now the cock of my young lover. I
placed my hands on my husband's ass and wondered what it would feel like if it
was Efe instead. My excitement was heightened to a point that I felt like I
might cum. I never orgasm in the missionary position, but this time felt
different. Agu must have noticed the difference too because he was meeting each
of my thrusts with a passionate vigour of his own. Within minutes we climaxed
together in a mass of quivering flesh. Before we fell asleep, I laid there
blissfully wondering what the weekend would bring me.
By Friday morning I managed to get the visions of Efe out of my head. In the
shower, I shaved my legs and prepared to trim my bush for a weekend of
lovemaking with my husband. I stood there momentarily trying to think of some
way to make it special for him. Suddenly, I thought of simply taking it all
off. I never had shaved everything off, but decided it would be an even better
surprise for Agu after removing my new satin panties.
It was casual Friday at work. I arrived there wearing a dress over nothing else
but my satin panties. The feel of the satin on my newly uncovered skin, along
with the thoughts of the upcoming evening, was making me wet already. When I
got off the elevator and walked onto my floor I saw Efe standing there. As soon
as our eyes met my head began spinning. Images of my imagined encounter with Efe
the night before flashed repeatedly in my brain. Efe greeted me with, "Are
you ok, Nkechi? You look tired." I quickly blew him off with something
about the hot weather and hurried off to my cubicle.
Agu was supposed to pick me up at noon, but about 10am he called me and
informed me that he would not be able to leave the office as early as he
thought, and that it would be more like 3pm before he came to pick me up. I was
disappointed, of course, but told him that would be fine. At around 12:30 Efe
came by my desk and noticed I was still there. I had told him I was leaving at
noon for the weekend, so he was curious about what happened. I explained the
situation to him and was met with a surprising response. "I was wanting to
cut out early too. Why don't I give you a ride home, so you don't have to hang
around here all day?" Efe asked.
"That might be ok...I don't know...maybe." I stammered in reply.
"Let me text Agu and I will come let you know in a few minutes." Efe
went back to his cubicle and I sent Agu a text asking him if he minded me
catching a ride to the house early, so Agu could meet me there. Of course, he
didn't mind, but I began to wonder if I should have mentioned that my ride was
with Efe and not one of the women. I decided just to let well enough alone and
went and informed Efe that we could leave.
"Awesome! My apartment is on the way. Do you mind if we stop there for a
few minutes for me to grab a change of clothes?" Efe asked just a little
too enthusiastically. I didn't see any harm in it, so I grabbed my things and
we left.
Efe only lived a few minutes from work. We pulled into the parking lot and Efe
invited me up to see his place. Again, I didn't see any harm in seeing where he
lived, so we went in together. Once inside, Efe excused the mess like a normal
young single guy would. He then said he would be back in a second and
disappeared down the short hallway. It wasn't long before he reappeared with a
duffel bag. Efe then asked, "Have you ever been in the rooms in this
estate?"
"No." I responded.
"Would you like to look around?" Efe asked. "They have a pretty
cool layout here."
"Oh, ok. Why not." I said. Clearly that was a bad idea. A married
woman being led around alone in the apartment of a single guy often leads
to...well you know. But again, my head wasn't in its normal place. Last night I
had imagined an affair with the young stud I was now alone with. This morning I
shaved my pussy completely bare for the first time ever. And to top it off, the
new satin panties I was wearing had my pussy feeling like it needed a dick in
it all day long.
Efe showed me the small kitchen and the small bathroom. He then showed me his
spare bedroom before leading me around the corner to his bedroom. This was
really not such a special layout. He extended his hand in a gesture pointing
towards his room as we reached the door, inviting me to enter first. I don't
know what happened to me at that point. I wasn't thinking about sex. However,
when I saw his bed, I immediately walked over to it, turned around, and jumped
backwards onto it. Naively, I lay there on my back in my black summer dress and
asked Efe, "So, tell me how many girls you have invited in to see your
bedroom, Efe?"
Efe didn't respond except for to immediately jump into bed next to me. He
looked straight into my soul through my eyes, ran his fingers gently across my
forehead and through my hair, and then began to kiss me. On instinct I returned
his kiss. It was deep, it was wet, it was hot, and my head was spinning with
lust. I wondered why I felt Efe's hand moving between us, but not really
touching me.
As we continued to kiss, Efe took my hand in his and pulled it towards his
lower body. Suddenly, I felt something smooth and warm in my palm. I gasped
when I realized Efe had removed his cock from his pants and placed my hand on
it. That brought me back to my senses. I wanted to jump up and run out of the
room, but something kept me there. I realized my hand wasn't just on his cock,
but I was now moving my hand up and down the warm shaft. The skin was soft and
smooth, but the underlying muscle was strong and firm. I told myself that there
was no harm in a little petting, since we weren't really having sex. At least,
we weren't having intercourse. I told myself that I started this by jumping in Efe's
bed, so the least I could do was help him cum, and then I could leave.
I was starting to feel comfortable with the situation when I felt Efe's hand on
me once again. This time it was on my knee and moving up my thigh underneath my
dress. My pussy was on fire at that point and begging to be touched. Without
any resistance from me, Efe easily moved his hand under the leg opening in my
new panties and onto my freshly shaven pussy. When I felt Efe's hand on my
hairless skin I realized that another man was touching the bare flesh that I
had so carefully prepared for my husband. I was too far gone to stop it. Our
tongues were dancing in each other's mouth, and I was working my hand up and
down Efe's cock, as his finger slipped carefully inside my soaking wet vagina
and came in contact with my clit.
The effects of Efe's finger inside me eventually washed away the depravity of
the fact that my husband, Agu, was previously the only man to touch my most
private area. Instead, I began to feel that I was another one of Efe's
twenty-something year-old single women. My hand on Efe's cock was starting to
ache from the repetitive motion of trying to making him cum. My mind drifted to
the young woman that Efe was meeting later. What would she think about me
milking his cum out before her date? Efe's fingers brought me near orgasm, but
I couldn't find my release. My hand was still aching and also needed to be
relieved.
Out of my mind in lust, I removed my tongue from Efe's mouth, moved down his
body. Efe's hard cock came into view. It had been months, maybe even over a
year, since I had given a blow job to Agu. However, right then at that moment,
I needed a cock in my mouth more than I ever had. My hand released its grip on
his throbbing member and was immediately replaced by my wet lips sliding over
the bulbous head. Efe groaned. His cock was large and very, very hard. While
slowly working him into my throat, I felt Efe's hand tugging on my panties.
Unconsciously, I shifted so he could easily remove them.
The satin material sliding down my legs, along with the cold air rushing over
my shaved pussy, once again brought me back to the realization of where I was.
Holy shit...I was giving a blowjob to another man! Once again I rationalized
the situation. I would bring Efe to the brink and then finish him with my hand.
It would still just be harmless petting at that point, right? Efe's hand one
again began its work on my sopping hole. This time, it was I who groaned. The
vibrations on Efe's cock from my moans must have pleased him because he began
gently thrusting himself forward. Efe's lower body was meeting my bobbing head
with his own rocking motion.
My mind returned to Efe's scheduled date. I wanted to ruin it for her by
forcing Efe's balls to release their seed to me instead. Efe groaned, and his
cock stiffened further, and even seemed to swell. I became aware of Efe's free
hand working his fingers through the hair on the top of my head. Suddenly he
cried out and I felt a burning liquid hit the back of my throat. Efe was
cumming. He was cumming in my mouth! I tried to pull off of him, but his hand
on the back of my head held me gently, yet firmly in place. Another pulse from
his cock sent another wave of sperm down my throat and into my belly. I
realized that I was going to have to swallow his entire load, and eagerly
relented. I wanted to show all of Efe's little sluts how good I was at sucking
him dry. I sucked and sucked, and stroked Efe's hairy balls until every last
drop was either in my mouth or already filling my belly. When Efe finished, he
released his hand from my head. I slowly pulled my mouth up his cock, while
carefully milking every last bit of sperm from it. I became aware of the sweet
and salty taste as I swallowed his remaining nectar.
I pulled myself off his deflating cock and lay back on the bed savoring the
taste of Efe's deposit. A few minutes went by as we both caught our breath. I
wasn't aware of what Efe was doing until I felt something between my thighs. It
was Efe's face. Before I could say anything, I felt his tongue buried in my
pussy. This was farther than I wanted to go, but it was too late. He was
already there, and the sensation of his lips and tongue on my hairless pussy
was too incredible to resist. It was my turn to be the aggressor. I placed both
my hands on the back of Efe's head, which let him know that I too was demanding
oral relief. Efe didn't try and pull away. In fact, his tongue seeming became
impaled deeper. My mind briefly drifted off to wondering how many pussies Efe
had eaten, and wondered also if he was hoping to perform on his date later. Efe
was getting close. I was almost there. I began bucking my hips up and down to
increase the friction on my clit. His tongue was performing magnificently and
about to take me over the edge. I nearly blacked out when it finally happened.
My body began shivering, then trembling, then all out shaking as I finally
achieved an orgasm. I honestly couldn't tell you how long it lasted, but it
felt like hours.
When it was over, I was on my back in Efe's bed. My dress was still on, but
pulled up to my breasts, and my legs were spread. It was a moment of pure bliss
as my bodily shaking was now reduced to occasional ripples. Once again I felt a
rush of cold air as Efe pulled his face out from between my thighs. He was away
from me for only seconds, but I already missed the warmth of his tongue. My
mind began to recover from its almost unconscious state of orgasm, and I
started to open my eyes. I looked up to see Efe kneeling over me. He smiled at
me and I smiled back in return. Suddenly the cold wetness between my legs was
replaced by warm flesh. For a second, I thought Efe was fingering me again
until I realized both his hands were on my spread knees. Suddenly, I became
aware of a fullness that I had never quite felt before. Oh Shit! Efe's was
inside me. His cock had returned to life and it was now buried in me!
"I can't...I mean I...I mean we shouldn't." I whispered at Efe. He
seemed to relent as I felt his cock slide out, but then his pushed it right
back in. Efe was now slowly fucking me. He was so strong and so hard. I pushed
my hands up under his shirt and felt his muscular frame. There was no way I could
stop now. I wanted this young stud to take me, and I wanted to show him how a
real woman makes love. I removed my hands from Efe long enough to pull my dress
up over my head and toss it onto his floor. Then, while Efe continued to rock
in and out of me, I unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from his solid torso.
We were now completely naked except for his pants around his ankles, and there
was no way I was going to let him pull out of me to take those off.
Efe leaned forward and began to suck on my tits as he continued his slow motion
fuck. He would carefully pull back until only the tip of his cock was inside
me, and then he would push himself forward until the tip of his cock was
planted firmly against my cervix. The feeling of his cock against my cervix was
a new experience for me. Each time contact was made a chill ran up through my
spine. "You have to pull out, Efe." I managed to murmur. "I
don't want a baby, and I would love to suck some more of that sweet stuff from
you."
"You feel so good, Nkechi. I...I don't know if I can." Efe flatly
replied.
"I want you to finish inside me too, baby. But I can't. Just make love to
me as long as you can, and then let me do the rest." I insisted.
Efe didn't respond, so I assumed his lack of response was acquiescence to my
plea. Efe began to pull on me sideways. He somehow managed to roll both of us
over with his cock still half inside me. I was now on top. I slowly allowed my
body to sink down onto his hard shaft. In this position he was even deeper
inside me, and was now pushing hard against my cervix. I ran my hands across
his chest and began to slide back and forth. I began to mutter like a bitch in
heat. "Oh shit, Efe. What the fuck are you doing to me? You're so fucking
strong and feel so fucking hard inside me." I couldn't believe what was
coming out of my mouth. I began rocking harder. It took no more than a minute
in that position to achieve orgasm again. My body was shaking uncontrollably
and my pussy was spasming around Efe's large and fully imbedded cock. When it
was over, I collapsed like a mass of gelatine over Efe's body.
I was exhausted, but we weren't done yet. Once again Efe rolled us over in
unison, so we were back in the missionary position. Again, Efe began his slow
lovemaking. His strong arms held me tight while he kissed me passionately and
forced his lovemaking tool in and out of me. In turn, I wrapped my legs around
his thighs and ran my hands all over the smooth skin on his back. Our bodies
moved in unison in a compact sweaty ball of sex. I ached to receive another
load of semen from my young lover. I wanted nothing more than to completely use
him up, just as he was doing to me. Efe's rhythmic thrusting began to increase
in both strength and speed. I knew he wanted to cum again, just as I too wanted
him to cum again. I knew I had to be careful or my youthful lover would surely
inseminate me. My body began to respond to Efe's increased pace. I was forcing
my aching pussy as hard against him as I could. Oh shit, it was happening
again! My body was overcoming the exhaustion from my previous orgasms and was
now well on its way to another. The sound of lovemaking that echoed in the room
was disrupted by the sounds of my own voice as I fell into another orgasm.
"Oh no...shit no...oh fuck, Efe...OHHHHHHHH!"
I swear I must have blacked out again like I did with the first orgasm. When I
became aware of where I was, I noticed Efe was still on top of me, but no
longer moving. My pulsating vagina suddenly felt empty. It had forced Efe's
cock out. That was followed by a gush of warm liquid down the crack of my ass.
I knew what had happened. Efe had cum inside me! I whispered in Efe's ear,
"Oh baby, tell me you didn't do it inside me."
"I'm sorry, Nkechi. You were holding me so tight against you, I couldn't
pull out." Efe replied.
I had almost completely forgotten about my husband during my illicit
entertainment, but now he was foremost in my mind. What would Agu think if he
saw me lying naked on another man's bed, with that other man nibbling at my
neck while on top of me? What would Agu think if he saw the other man's sperm
seeping from my body down into a pool on the sheets? Then I realized how much
time had passed and panicked. I shoved Efe off of me, leapt out of bed, and
began gathering my clothes. I ordered him to do the same so he could hurry and
drive me home.
All the way home, I could feel the remnants of our
forbidden lust seeping out of me. My brand new satin panties that I bought to
wear for Agu were becoming completely soaked in Efe's juices. I sighed a breath
of relief when we arrived at my house and Agu wasn't there yet. I bolted from Efe's
car and into the house. I practically ran to the laundry and removed both my
soaked panties and my dress that also now was adorned with a wet spot from
liquids leaking out of me during the drive home. I wadded them up and stuffed
them under other dirty clothes.
No sooner than I had slipped into a pair of my regular cotton panties and a
different dress than I heard Agu open the door and enter the house. He was in a
hurry to get to the hotel. He apologized for holding us up and asked what I did
while I was waiting for him. I wanted to tell him about my affair, but instead
just said I had lied down for a while. I felt like such a whore at that moment.
As soon as we arrived at the hotel and unpacked our bags, Agu wanted to make
love. I hadn't had time to wash up so I was careful not to let Agu see that I
shaved my pussy for him. I feared that upon seeing my bare pussy that he might
want to eat me, and would become aware of my extramarital deeds. I hastily
pulled him into me. I was still wet from earlier and Agu noticed. "Damn,
you must be horny tonight. You are soaked." Agu said as he pushed himself
in and out of me, while unknowingly using the remains of my infidelity as
lubrication for his pleasure. It must have felt good to him as he quickly added
his sperm to my well used pussy. I didn't orgasm as I could hardly feel his
smaller penis inside my already saturated vagina.
I snuck out of the hotel early in the morning to find a drug store where I
could get a morning after pill. I just knew if I didn't that I would be
carrying Efe's baby.
The end
