“Dayo is going to be home soon! We don’t have time!” I half moaned into his mouth as they ravished my lips.
In response, he bent his head and took my nipple in his mouth aggressively yanking my bra off, my knees buckled and I moaned even louder. He looked up at me and smiled that his knowing smile before lifting me from the doorway to the dining table. That had become our favorite spot, last time I had asked why he preferred the dining to the couch or even the bedroom and between pounding my pussy hard, he’d grunted:
“Cos I love it when you bend over on the table and take my dick like the bitch you are.”
I who ordinarily would have griped fervidly over him calling me a bitch had merely smiled, pushed him off me and taken his dick in my mouth, may as well play this bitch role to a B.
I never actually planned to have an affair. It’s the classic story which starts, “It just happened”. I’d never considered myself anything but faithful. My marriage hadn’t been happy for a while although I’d tried to brush the discontentment away. When I started talking to him it was purely as friends. Actually, we were friends of a friend on twitter. And twitter is where it stayed for most of its duration. I was undeniably attracted to him and we flirted outrageously in dms and bbm but that was all that I would ever do. Then one day the flirting went a little bit further. We were talking on bbm and started describing what we would like to do to each other. I honestly can’t remember who started it first but from then on we were incredibly intense. We chatted most of the day every day when he was at work and even when our spouses were near us at home.
He yanked off my lacy thongs and threw them on the floor and bent to lick my pussy, with slow precision that belied his aggressive gait he gently flicked his tongue over my clit—once, twice and then he just kept going. Soon enough his fingers left my nipples where they had been fondling my nipple and found its way into my now very wet pussy. Gently fucking me with his fingers and licking my clit soon had my thighs throbbing and aching for release.
We tried for a very long time not to meet. Neither of us had ever been unfaithful before and so it seemed like such a big step…but, inevitably we decided it had to happen. Arranging things was easy. He took a morning off work and I dropped my daughter off at pre-school before heading to a really exclusive guest house he’d picked out in Ikoyi. I’d chosen the date knowing that my husband would be away that night. That way I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye for 36 hours after it had happened.
“Fuck you! Fuck me now you punk!” I screamed in frustration.
“Not yet darling, I want you to beg for it” he returned not taking his tongue away from my aching clit. He loved to torture me like this because he knew how easy it was for me to turn to putty in his hands.
At every stage, from driving to the meeting point, to the first moment I looked in his eyes, our first kiss… I asked myself “Is this the point when I should start feeling guilty?” But I never did. Even when I was driving away, knowing he had been intimate with me in a way that only my husband had for the past 8 years, I didn’t feel anything except happiness.
At this point I couldn’t take it anymore so I shoved his head roughly away, turning around; I bent over and touched my toes then gave him a sly smile from between my legs that dared him not to put his now very turgid cock in my welcoming pussy.
Driving back home that evening, I felt more confident than I had in a while. I had had fun, passion and confirmation that I was worth more than a cook, cleaner and mother. I had just been with someone who would rather be throwing me onto a bed than watching Man Utd. beat Arsenal while drinking Guinness. We had been at it for 6 months now; venues had gone from guest houses to trips out of town and eventually to our individual homes. I was a housewife and many a time he’d drive to my place during lunch breaks for a truly stimulating lunch. I had no regrets, I would gladly do this all over again, or so I thought.
He grabbed my ass and penetrated my pussy in one swift move, slowly at first and soon he was pounding away. I was moaning and shaking so bad, before long my legs couldn’t hold me anymore as the first of several orgasms swept through my body. He grabbed me before I fell and pushed me on the table. Raising one of my legs, he kept fucking me really hard. A loud guttural groan shook the room as he collapsed on my back in pure sexual ecstasy and we both lay there panting. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered:
“your pussy got me physically fit.”
That was the last thing I heard before Dayo’s scream of shock as he walked in on us on the dining table, his dining table.