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Well, hope the Lord will forgive his sins.

Interesting episode.

Too many deaths in 2020. God save us.

Nice update

CasNova:
Domestic violence whether from the man or woman is condemnable.

Yeah

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Our crotches bounced together and I felt this was bliss at its peak.

I gripped her waistline. Each jerking brought about movement oh her body. The thrusting also seemed to make each penetration get deeper.

The orgasm she was feeling came back and she stiffened her body. It finally came and even I could feel it. Her whole body quaked and she let out a soft moan. In quick succession, my climax came too. I almost felt like swooning.

I gripped her waist more and made a grunt. We had finally completed the circle of lust and seediness.

Our sated bodies remained entangled for some seconds. The stream of water kept coming down, conspiring in our sinfulness. It washed my semen down from her body on to the floor. It was a worthwhile experience, I felt.


* * *


One month after my reunion with Bimpe, our relationship became chummier. One evening, I came into my residence late as usual. I met Funmi still watching television in the sitting-room.

“Hello, my dear,” I said as I moved to her and gave her a peck. “How’re you?”

Her face looked cold and hostile. “We’ve got to talk,” she said coldly.

I stared at her. “Hope no problem.”

“There is.”

I sat beside her and continued my stare. “Now, what could be the problem, my dear?”

She was silent for some seconds. “You’re the problem,” she blurted out.

My mouth opened but no word came out.

“Look, you have to choose between me and that your mistress.”

Now, my surprise was total. How did she know I was seeing someone? It was true I had been coming home late recently, but I had adduced that the workload was responsible. She had not raised a brow on it after that and I had thought she perfectly understood.

“What gave you that idea?” I asked in defence.
She chortled. “Don’t give me that crap. I know everything about you and your old lover, Bimpe. I know how many times you’ve taken her to the club and how you also frequent her house. So, don’t even try to deny anything.”

I sighed. I was not totally surprised she suspected I was having an affair outside the matrimony but what baffled me was how she knew the details.

She stood up from her seat.

“You will have to pick between Bimpe and me. I give you one week to make that choice.”


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Their lips came to meet again. She closed her eyes as the sensations swept all over her. Still entangled, he lifted her and made her to sit on his lap.

With one hand at her back, the other one cuddled her bust, sending pangs of excitement across every part of her body.

The feeling was so intense. From her previous experience, it was not difficult to believe that such tantalizing kisses and touches could cause such a response. She smiled to herself and wrapped her arms around him.

The feeling was sensational. There was something tingling about every touch he made. Their kisses became deeper and more intense. He made his tongue to slip inside her mouth.

Stroking his tongue against hers, they could feel jolts of excitement building up. His right hand moved freely across her bust. Not to be left out, the left hand played with her waist and thighs. The intruding hand soon slipped under her skirt.

Rose’s hands too were busy. She ran her fingers on his chest. Gently, she pinched his right nipple. In response, he made a moaning sound. She moved her hand to his navel.

To make everything easy, he swiftly unbuttoned and removed the shirt he was wearing, throwing it on the floor. Not done, he also tugged at the top she was wearing and keenly moved it over her head.

Now, they were half naked. Lucky stared at her chest in what was more of ogling her. The boobs encased in the black bra were full, firm and jaunty. In addition, they were ready for action.

She had no doubt that the underwire black cotton bra with lace trim contributed to the atmosphere of lustfulness.

He shifted her off his lap and adjusted the posture such that they were lying down facing each other on the bed. He closed his eyes, leaned over her and buried his face between her breasts.

He kissed each of her boobs and stroke her left breast even with the taut cotton fabric of her bra. His cheek rubbed against her bust, making her already over sensitized nipple to throb in anticipation.

He pulled her more towards him. She could feel his fingers on her left nipple through the fabric. He squeezed it hard. No, it was not enough to induce pain. Rather it brought pangs of pleasure.

His trousers remained an encumbrance; so was his boxer. All the same, she could very much feel the hardness of his cock against her hip.

She could feel the hugeness, the bigness or the enormity. You did not need to be an expert on male physiology to know that this was a huge one. Lucky was certainly gifted. His cock kept pressing against her.

With the one hand and his mouth on her breasts, nothing could suppress the surge of pleasure that rose in her body. It seemed to permeate every part – from the breasts to the tummy and to the vagina. It rocked her thighs and the valley between.

His right hand went to her back. The fjingers felt the clasp on her bra and deftly unfastened them. He stopped his suckling at the boobs to pull of the straps and the full bra from her tingling breasts.

She aide him to slid the straps over her arms. The clothing was thrown on the ground, next to the other ones that had suffered similar fate. Now free and unfettered, her full breasts bounced jauntily.


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A grin was on my face as I stepped under the shower with her. My right shoulder brushed against her breast.

Already, what I saw was enough to cause strong arousal in me. I had watched a short show that I would describe as most vivid, illustrative and graphical.

Her eyes went down to my groin and she smiled at the hard cock. The guy was free and could now bounce and re-bounce. My eyes were on her boobs. You could call it individual’s choice of attraction.

Then, my breaths were coming harder and faster. She moved closer to me until the tips of her nipples touched and brushed on my chest.

“Can you wash me?” she asked in a naïve, school girl voice.

Could I? “Why not?”

I took the bar soap from her and started rubbing it on her body, starting from her shoulders. The fingers that moved along her shoulders were made to follow the feminine, sexy curve.

My hand moved down her arms until they got to her elbows. At moment, I shifted base to her tummy. My soapy hand rolled the soap to form a creamy circle on her stomach.

It was my turn to tease her. I ran my hands to her hips. Deliberately, the right hand strayed near the little strands of hair of her pussy.

Her breaths came is short, fast gasps and she stiffened her body. I drew my lips to hers and kissed them. The wetness of the place made the effort slippery. She soon started to make moaning sounds.

“Do you want more?” I asked breathlessly.

She nodded.

I wasn’t ready for the coital penetration yet. My fingers moved down to her pussy. One of them slipped inside the very wet part. It teased clitoris in a most sensuous way. The middle finger joined in this bloomy adventure.

I could sense that my hostess was in ecstasy over this. It was easy for me to predict that her orgasm loomed ahead.
I suddenly stopped the act.

She opened her eyes and stared at me. I moved her left hand to my ball. She went to work immediately. Her hand cupped my balls in the palm of her left hand, squeezing them gently. Not to be idle, her right hand wrapped round my shaft and she rubbed on it.

My turgid arousal was most noticeable. I enjoyed this steamy rub a lot. I let her continued that for a couple of minutes. Now, it was time for the grand finale.

I moved her and made her body ready for this.

In anticipated pleasure, she placed her feet apart and slightly bent her knees so that there would be the right height for me to make easy entry. I placed my roaster between the base of bums and from the opening, it was able to find way to the inner lobby of the eager hostess.

Everything looked easy, slippery and slimy. The soapiness had done its best. The shower water still ran down and splashed water on our bodies. Our crotches bounced together and I felt this was bliss at its peak.
I gripped her waistline.

Each jerking brought about movement oh her body. The thrusting also seemed to make each penetration get deeper. The orgasm she was feeling came back and she stiffened her body. It finally came and even I could feel it.

Her whole body quaked and she let out a soft moan. In quick succession, my climax came too. I almost felt like swooning. I gripped her waist more and made a grunt. We had finally completed the circle of lust and seediness.

Our sated bodies remained entangled for some seconds. The stream of water kept coming down, conspiring in our sinfulness. It washed my semen down from her body on to the floor. It was a worthwhile experience, I felt.


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This is serious and surely criminal acts.

Some people want to reap where they didn't sow.

Lord have mercy.

Hmn.


Wishing him soonest recovery.


Stay safe, stay alive.

Nice one.

Interesting read.

A nice update.

Interesting episode.