My Sexcapedes Episode 8
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It was a s£x marathon I had with Susan that night.
As I kept on thrusting my hardened long and fat d|ck deep inside of her, she kept speaking in tongues. How I wish I had a record of all she said that very night. I would have penned them down for your delightful reading without leaving any stone unturned. But the few I heard her clear and loud was the screaming of: ‘Harder! Harder!! Harder!!!. You are so sweet. You are sweeter than my husband. You are the sweetest thing that has ever happened to me’.
My eyes cleared just immediately I cum inside her. You need to see me vibrating like one under severe electrocution as I was discharging the s£men inside her. She grabbed me tightly. It was a long cumshots. It has been a long time since I had accumulated the sp£rm inside of me and it has been tormenting me so badly. It’s been more than six good months since I had such pleasure last. The feeling was so great. In fact, I really felt very relieved.
But I felt really bad as well. Even if I had to, it shouldn’t be with my brother’s wife. I shedded tears. It was all Susan’s fault. She lured me into this mess. In fact, she took advantage of me. I was very drunk. I took a lot of alcohol that night so I could sleep because Lucy was angry with me. Susan knew that and she took advantage of it.
‘Susan why?’, I asked in tears.
She giggled. ‘Steve, are you a child? Why acting as if your virg|n|ty was taken away from you by force? Or didn’t you enjoy it?’.
‘Come on Susan!’. I flared in anger. ‘Stop making a fool of me as if you don’t know the gravity of what we have just committed. You are my brother’s wife for God’s sake!’, I said in regret.
‘I am your brother’s wife, my foot!? As if your brother cares? Steve, if I may ask you, ever since you came to this house, how many times has your brother spent a night with us? All he does is today, he’s on a business trip, tomorrow, he’s on a political trip. He doesn’t care about me, doesn’t give me attention as his newly married wife.’ She heaved a heavy sigh. ‘If I complain he will tell me that he’s looking for money. Money is not everything. I am a woman. I need maximum attention. I need love. I can’t even remember the last time my so-called husband satisfied me in bed..’ She complained bitterly in tears.
‘I am sorry for what you are going through. But that doesn’t justify the fact that we are committing a very big abomination. We shouldn’t be doing this, Susan’, i said.
‘Look Steve, I am a woman and I need a man around me. Since my husband doesn’t have my time, please help me. I can’t seek sxxual satisfaction outside this house.’ She paused, cleaned her tears before continuing ‘Steve, I will take good care of you. I will make you attain any height you want to attain in this life. Please don’t abandon me the way your brother has done. I am still too young to be treated this way.’ She pleaded in a very tearful way.
But of the truth, my brother spends more time away than he does at home with his wife. He was not just a businessman; he was also a politician. He happened to be the right hand man of the governor of Anambra state. The governor was his very good friend back in secondary school days. He supported the man both morally and financially during the governorship power tussle. In fact, he played a pivotal role in his emergence as a governor elect of the state. So the governor carried him along in his administration. My brother was the one that even turned down the political appointment slot meant for him. But he was greatly rewarded with contract awards. As a matter of fact, he spent more time in the East than he does in the west.
Susan was too young to suffer such abandonment from her husband. She’s just in her early thirties. A lady who just clocked a year in her marriage. No child yet.
I really felt pity for her as she cried bitterly right beside me on the bed stark nak£d. We were under the duvet while she rested her head on my bosom. Her tears melted my heart. So I had to console her. She drew herself more closer, resting her b00bs on my body while I patted her to stop crying. In a twinkling of an eyes, amid the crying and consolation, my d|ck has already started receiving signals from her sxxy body, especially her bosoms. Before I could know what was happening, we were already smooch|ng and caress|ng each other.
We end the whole thing with ‘quicky’ before dozing off in sleep. We slept together in my room that night like husband and wife.
The following morning, Susan woke me up with breakfast in bed. The breakfast tray contained a heart shaped pancake, bread, scrambled eggs and very thick tea.
The guilty conscience didn’t allow me to enjoy the breakfast in bed treatment that Sunday to the fullest. But be that as it may, I ate breakfast and to some extent, I enjoyed the treatment. I must tell you, It would have been one of the sweetest experiences to have if It was Lucy that served me breakfast in bed.
We skipped church that Sunday.
Meanwhile I kept on calling Lucy on the phone but she refused to pick up her calls. Even in messages, she refused to reply to me.
That Sunday afternoon, I lied to Susan that I wanted to go watch a football match. But I actually wanted to go see Lucy. They lived in a very big notable estate in ikeja. So when I got to the estate gate, I went to the security post to meet with the security guy. I described the person I was looking for because I don’t even know the block of their house, not to talk of the number of their building. It was when I described the type of her car and the nature of her job that the security man could recognize her. He gave me a form to fill which I did before he placed a call to Lucy informing her of my visit. But Lucy told the security man not to allow me in.
‘I am sorry sir, she said she’s not expecting you. I can’t allow you in.’ The security man told me.
I heaved a heavy sigh before taking my leave. From there, I visited the closest bar to seek the help of alcohol to save myself from the whole mess I have gotten myself into.
Two hours later, Susan started calling me every now and then to know why I am not home yet. It was then I remembered that we planned going to the field to perfect my driving skills. I had to rush home at that moment because the appointment was very much important to me.
I was actually the one that drove the car to the field. What we went there for was to perfect my reverse skills. However, Susan happened to be this type of naughty lady who loved to explore sxxual adventures. Do you know that she sxxduced me into having a ‘Quicky’ with her in the car right there in the open field? Yes, she did and I succumbed. We had it before coming home that evening. I also drove home myself.
It was on our way home that night that my brother called to inform us that he was coming back the following week. On hearing that, Susan’s countenance changed drastically.
‘Why is your face like this?’, I had to ask after she dropped the call.
‘I don’t want to see him again. How I wish he will never come back again’, she said with every seriousness.
‘You must be joking. How will you tell me that you don’t want to see your husband?’, I said, smiling. But of the truth, the news of his coming wrecked my whole nerves.
‘I don’t just know which face that I will use to face him again. I am very much ashamed of myself.’ I had to confess.
Silence prevailed in the atmosphere as all of us were worried. Susan buried her head in thought while I drove in a very absent minded manner.
Along the line, Susan finally broke the long silence. ‘I think I have an idea’.
‘What’s that?’, I asked.
‘Let’s k|ll him. I will personally poison him whenever he’s back. Or what do you think?..’ Susan was saying.
To Be Continued..
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