Lonely wife [18+]
Episode 1
The day was hot, the harmattan was over
and the heat came out with a vengeance.
Not a breeze was blowing and the sun beat
down mercilessly to bring the temperature
up well over bearing point.
I am Bukky DaSilva, thirty years old and
married to Shola DaSilva an engineer with
one of the multinational oil firms in the
country. I am what you would call a ‘’Trophy
Wife’’. I am well endowed with a body
statistics of 44-32-44. Large b0s0m and
large hips and a beautiful face. I had
always liked s*x and began having my fill
of it in my teens. Being married to Shola
was icing on the cake as it meant I had no
need to work and all the means to enjoy my
lusts and fantasies.
?I lay, Unclad on the couch, on the
verandah of my luxurious apartment in
Ikoyi, with only a small rechargeable fan
blowing warm air over me as there was no
electricity and I was too languid to put on
the generating set. I longed for coolness,
but because I was rubbing my hands over
my s*xy** body, I was only making myself
hotter.
I wished that Shola, my husband, would
walk in and catch me at my solitary game
and get Hot enough to want to F**K me
right there in the living room with the
curtains opened and the neighbours
watching. I wasn’t just Hot — I was a bit
of an exhibitionist too.
The longer I thought of Shola and how he
looked with no clothing on and a hard on
that he needed to stick up inside of me, the
worse I wanted to Pour.
The only problem was that Shola had been
transferred to an overseas position and he
wouldn’t be available to scratch that itch
way up inside of me for several months.
I sighed in longing for him — or for any guy
who wanted to F**K. My whole body
seemed inflamed and I needed release but
realized that I would have to adjust to not
getting la!d whenever I wanted.
I sat on the side of the couch and caught a
view of myself in the big mirror. The
reflection that I saw was one of a tall
woman, big boned but slender with legs
that were long; sitting with them spread
apart I looked at my own cunt and felt
myself getting hotter.
I appraised my b0s0m and thought to
myself that for a woman of thirty I was in
pretty damn good shape. My full b0s0m
stood straight out from my well-toned body
and the Tips were large and dark with the
taut Tips sticking upward. As I thrust my
back forward, my tits pointed straight up
and I was pleased with the picture of
myself in the mirror.
I scooted forward to sit right at the edge of
the couch and then I spread my legs as far
apart as I could get them. Sitting there, in
the most revealing position I could get in
and still look at myself, I knew that I would
have to relieve myself.
I needed a F**K desperately but since one
was not available to me, i felt I would go
crazy if I didn’t finger F**K myself. I hadn’t
played with myself since i was a girl
because I’d had plenty boyfriends along the
way who took care of my needs. And then
Shola was the answer to my prayers as he
was not only wealthy, he was handsome,
well -endowed and as Hot as me. It was a
match made in lust heaven.
I sat and thought for a moment about Shola
and his big J0yst!ck. The image that came
to my mind was not of Shola and me but of
him alone. I saw in my mental image my
husband lying Unclad by the pool jacking
off, the way we had met, and the image
served only to make my need for relief even
more.
?My lust had gotten the better of me at just
thinking of my husband’s massive J0yst!ck
jacking off to the sight of me fingering
myself and I began to slide my hands up
and down my Unclad body as I
automatically began to squirm and respond
to the touch of my own hand.
?
When I brought one hand to play with my
already erect Tips, the other one went
naturally to my dripping cunt. While I
manipulated the Tips with one hand, I
began to slide my finger in and out of my
wet K!ttyC@t. Immediately the heat in me
increased and I began to ooze the magic
fluid in abundance.
As hot juices were seeping from my s*x
hungry cunt, I changed the finger fu-Cking
from a single finger to two, then three and
finally all four fingers were bunched
together and I was sliding most of their
entire length in and out with full strength.
The hand that was working over my tits
was hot and dry and even though it
stimulated me, I remembered to lick her
fingers and leave them slimy with my own
spit, then when I began to sq££ze and
knead that sensitive tissue, the hot wetness
from my own mouth added to the
wonderful feelings. My need for J0yst!ck
was so great that I splashed cunt juices all
over the couch as I came loudly.
The combination of my own fantasy, that of
my Unclad husband jacking himself off by
the pool, the fact that I was watching my
solo performance in the mirror and my true
physical need to come all combined to rush
me into a powerful climax.
To Be Continued…....

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Episode 2 lonely wife By KEHN My muscles began to contract and relax and I knew that I would soon be cumming. Rather than just thrust in and out, in and out, I stopped for a brief moment and rubbed the swollen lump that was my cl!t. With just the tip of my index finger, I excited myself to new heights. I rubbed and circled the little nub with my finger and when it seemed that I was going to come again, I stopped once more. Without realizing it at first, I had begun to talk to myself; when I wasn’t uttering words of endearment for my own ears I was groaning with the ecstasy that I was giving myself. Finally, I closed my eyes to close out the image of myself in the mirror and then concentrated solely on getting off. I brought myself, time and again, right to the brink but each time I made myself wait. I wanted this orgasm to be a gut- wrenching, mind-blowing climax that would leave me satisfied. After several minutes of thinking about shola, i let my mind wander to an incident that had occurred years before and dwelled on that s*x fantasy for a while. In the fantasy, I was standing under a bedroom window watching a man please his wife. I had passed through the couple’s backyard in search of mango fruit and only accidentally saw the couple fu-Cking. At first as a fourteen year old girl, I was shocked and then curious, so I had backed up to stand in the shadows of a nearby tree and watch the s*x show unfolding before me. The man inside was making passionate and tender love to the woman who lay receptive and eager beneath him. I had watched in awe as the man had kissed the lady very passionately. I watched him handle her and whisper softly in her ear. Although his voice was beyond the range of my hearing, I knew that he was telling the lady what he was going to do to her because the woman cried out, “Oh, yes! Do it! Do it to me!” i had become so aroused by the scene in the window that I had masturbated while I watched. ?Now, that scene came back to me as i once more was playing with myself. I continued to squirm and wiggle my butt0ckz about while I manipulated the wet and needy cunt that l could still see in the mirror. While working on the now rigid cl!t and massaging the lips of my cunt, I watched a creamy river pour out of myself. I needed to finish up because I was getting too excited to continue playing with myself and then prolong the pleasure. My hips got into the action more as I continued thrusting back and forth on my fingers to meet the pressures of my fingers and the pleasure was getting more intense by the moment. Speaking aloud, I told myself, “Faster baby. Faster. In, can take it, I can do it… I’m going to get it…” as sweat poured from my body and my eyes became bloodshot with lust, and with that I began to come. What I experienced was not a simple, routine relief. I began to experience an orgasm that was so intense I cried out loud my pleasure. That the neighbours might hear me fingering myself into such delights was not a concern. I was too absorbed in the feelings. I couldn’t have cared less what the neighbours might think; I was too engrossed in the finger fu-Cking I was giving myself to even consider the noises I was making. Moreover, I had already been tagged a slut by the other wives! I kept pumping my fingers in and out and within a couple of minutes I was cumming again. I began then to hammer my bunched up fingers into my gasping soaking wet K! ttyC@t and the orgasm went on and on. Fluids gushed from my cunt as i came and came and the slurping noises I made actually caused the climax to last longer. The sounds I was making changed from rational words to animal sounds of lust and pleasure, “Unnnnnhhh, oh, nnnnnnhhhhhh!” At length I fell back exhausted and temporarily relieved although i knew that my solo s*x sessions were not going to satisfy me; nothing would satisfy me until i had a big stiff J0yst!ck stuffed up inside of me. Shola was working in another part of the world; I was constantly Hot so I knew I would have to find another man. But how? And where? To Be Continued…

Read The Story. Lonely wife! +18 A story written kehn The day was hot, the harmattan was over and the heat came out with a vengeance. Not a breeze was blowing and the sun beat down mercilessly to bring the temperature up well over bearing point. I am Bukky DaSilva, thirty years old and married to Shola DaSilva an engineer with one of the multinational oil firms in the country. I am what you would call a ‘’Trophy Wife’’. I am well endowed with a body statistics of 44-32-44. Large b0s0m and large hips and a beautiful face. I had always liked s*x and began having my fill of it in my teens. Being married to Shola was icing on the cake as it meant I had no need to work and all the means to enjoy my lusts and fantasies. ?I lay, Unclad on the couch, on the verandah of my luxurious apartment in Ikoyi, with only a small rechargeable fan blowing warm air over me as there was no electricity and I was too languid to put on the generating set. I longed for coolness, but because I was rubbing my hands over my s*xy** body, I was only making myself hotter. I wished that Shola, my husband, would walk in and catch me at my solitary game and get Hot enough to want to F**K me right there in the living room with the curtains opened and the neighbours watching. I wasn’t just Hot — I was a bit of an exhibitionist too. The longer I thought of Shola and how he looked with no clothing on and a hard on that he needed to stick up inside of me, the worse I wanted to Pour. The only problem was that Shola had been transferred to an overseas position and he wouldn’t be available to scratch that itch way up inside of me for several months. I sighed in longing for him — or for any guy who wanted to F**K. My whole body seemed inflamed and I needed release but realized that I would have to adjust to not getting la!d whenever I wanted. I sat on the side of the couch and caught a view of myself in the big mirror. The reflection that I saw was one of a tall woman, big boned but slender with legs that were long; sitting with them spread apart I looked at my own cunt and felt myself getting hotter. I appraised my b0s0m and thought to myself that for a woman of thirty I was in pretty damn good shape. My full b0s0m stood straight out from my well-toned body and the Tips were large and dark with the taut Tips sticking upward. As I thrust my back forward, my tits pointed straight up and I was pleased with the picture of myself in the mirror. I scooted forward to sit right at the edge of the couch and then I spread my legs as far apart as I could get them. Sitting there, in the most revealing position I could get in and still look at myself, I knew that I would have to relieve myself. I needed a F**K desperately but since one was not available to me, i felt I would go crazy if I didn’t finger F**K myself. I hadn’t played with myself since i was a girl because I’d had plenty boyfriends along the way who took care of my needs. And then Shola was the answer to my prayers as he was not only wealthy, he was handsome, well -endowed and as Hot as me. It was a match made in lust heaven. I sat and thought for a moment about Shola and his big J0yst!ck. The image that came to my mind was not of Shola and me but of him alone. I saw in my mental image my husband lying Unclad by the pool jacking off, the way we had met, and the image served only to make my need for relief even more. ?My lust had gotten the better of me at just thinking of my husband’s massive J0yst!ck jacking off to the sight of me fingering myself and I began to slide my hands up and down my Unclad body as I automatically began to squirm and respond to the touch of my own hand. ? When I brought one hand to play with my already erect Tips, the other one went naturally to my dripping cunt. While I manipulated the Tips with one hand, I began to slide my finger in and out of my wet K!ttyC@t. Immediately the heat in me increased and I began to ooze the magic fluid in abundance. As hot juices were seeping from my s*x hungry cunt, I changed the finger fu-Cking from a single finger to two, then three and finally all four fingers were bunched together and I was sliding most of their entire length in and out with full strength. The hand that was working over my tits was hot and dry and even though it stimulated me, I remembered to lick her fingers and leave them slimy with my own spit, then when I began to sq££ze and knead that sensitive tissue, the hot wetness from my own mouth added to the wonderful feelings. My need for J0yst!ck was so great that I splashed cunt juices all over the couch as I came loudly. The combination of my own fantasy, that of my Unclad husband jacking himself off by the pool, the fact that I was watching my solo performance in the mirror and my true physical need to come all combined to rush me into a powerful climax. To Be Continued…