Mr Taiwo, my boss at work, and I have had our little sexual thing going for about five weeks now. He had grown home to what we were having and defeated his earlier scruples. No more questions.
To the onlooker from without, I imagine to cut across as another young woman just fucking my way up the corporate ladder. They may be right, to some extent, but then Mr Taiwo and I had begun to build a bond past all that.
It was our custom to meet at a hotel at least once every other week, and after fucking each other intensely, we actually conversed on levels really deep. He shared issues with me pertaining his married life and the job. His wife whom he said was Diekola by name, as he put it, was rather overambitious, dedicating more time to her work than to her husband and home.
What little free time she had, she spared for their two kids, so he was practically erased out of the picture. He didn’t seem to exist in his own home anymore. Mr Taiwo also made it known to me that since he’d been wed, he’d only had an affair with one other person besides me and that hit the rocks in short time. He confessed to strong feelings for me and prayed what we had continued to grow.
For the larger part of the time, I just gave an ear for him to pour himself into. I tried not to admit him in my thoughts for too long. I wasn’t willing to get too attached to him or anyone at that. I had learned quite early that it took too much to make relationships last, and we often came out of them the worse for it, hewn to pieces and little or no more ourselves. I had just broken up with my ex and given up on attempting to build anything serious with anyone again, least of all another woman’s husband. I was lying without clothes on his chest one evening listening to him talk sweet things to me. I stroked his chest with the tip of my fingers and strewed light kisses down his body like flowers. I saw his cock standing on end and chuckled quietly, amused that he at 48 still had the libido of an 18-year-old boy, ever charged for some pussy.
I went a little further down to work on his cock with my mouth. It delighted me to no end just feeling of his big meat against the roof of my mouth, it was more than a mouthful. He tasted choice. I sucked hard and bobbed on him, deliberately scraping the sides of his cock with my teeth. Mr Taiwo rose his hips to compliment my motions as he began to gasp, fetching short breaths. I felt the tension mounting the air. Soon as I felt the sinews across his leg beginning to tense up, I stopped. My thumb and fingers circled the base of his cock and squeezed. His urgency soon petered out to a decent nothing.
Then I straddled him, briefly savouring the feeling of his cock inside me and then I began to buck and ride on him, gyrating my waist rhythmically, first gently, then wildly. Mr Taiwo’s pair of eyes, glinting of ecstasy, then met mine and interlocked. His hips thrust up to meet my slappy bouncing. I could feel my pussy juices gush down on his rock-hard shaft. He felt too good in me. Each thrust seemed to graze my heart’s bottom as I rode him. I was bellyful of him.
A tingling sweetness pinched my body round, and bright flashes almost blinded my eyes as I felt him orgasm. His cock continued to throb as we rocked together before I finally collapsed down on him again.
Someone buzzed his phone.
“Hi babe,” Mr Taiwo spoke into the phone. A bitter jealousy stung me as I kept still and listened to him have a conversation with his wife.
“All right, all thing equal, I would be home in half an hour,” he said to her after some talk.
After having gone quiet for a bit listening to his wife talk, he said, “love you too,” and ended the call.
“I will be leaving shortly,” my boss said to me, getting up. I lay back in bed watching him get dressed. Jealousy had me wondering if he was gonna fuck his wife again like he just did me when he got home to her.
As I entered my apartment, I saw Grace on the couch lounging in the living room. I simply shunned her and entered my room. I hadn’t spoken to her since the whole saga of her and my ex. The wound was still fresh, and I also hadn’t a mind to tall about it with her right then. I took off my dress and was about to change into something else when she entered my room. She stood nervously there for a little just staring at me in my underwear.
“Are we not going to talk about it?” she asked quietly. I simply had not a stomach for any of it. I was totally gone from my ex but dealing with Grace’s betrayal was quite the rub. As time went on from the nasty past event, I realized I had actually been hurt deeper by her betrayal than by my ex’s unfaithfulness. It appeared I cared more about her than I did about my ex after all. It was a shaking revelation.
I shook my head, avoiding to utter any word, and turned my back to her, searching for something else to wear. I soon felt the wrap of her hands around me. Her palms on my flesh made me tingle. I stood still while she moved the hand down. It had been a while since Grace and I got down and it all just seemed strange to me now, especially going from not talking to this now. It was too great a leap. When Grace slid her hand down inside my panties, I felt me weaken in the knees, and if I thought before to protest, now it was practically impossible.
I stood there silently as one of her fingers entered gently into me. She kissed me on the back of my neck and whispered ever so quietly in my ears that she was sorry for everything.
I still was to breathe a word. She turned me around, unclasped my bra and claimed a nipple in her mouth. I moaned underneath my breath, half between shame and pleasure, and felt her smile against my boob as if gloating. She had me. She moved on to the second nipple and flicked her tongue over it while I gave quiet moans still. She then pulled down my panties and discarded it someplace on the floor.
Grace then moved one palm between my legs, urging me to part them. I did in turn. She went on her knees and opened my moistness with her hand.
I watched her as she used the one hand to keep it open while she slid two fingers into me with the other. She kept thrusting in and out of my cunt and my moans had become more frequent and grown bolder, letting her take charge over me completely. She looked up to meet my eyes and slid her fingers, which were drenched in my juice, into her mouth.
“Hmmm, who’s the guy in the mix now, babe? You taste like a guy.” She said, smiling, then added, “He’s rather delicious,” as she lapped off some leftover cum from Mr Taiwo.
She then buried her head into my pussy and began eating me like a starved savage. Grace found my clit with her tongue as she pushed against it, making me grab her by the head as I cry out shrilly. She did not relent her assault but continued harrying my clit at every turn until I was bucking my hips wildly over her and burst the load of my sweetness on her face and the floor. She lapped up my juices still dripping from my pussy and licked me clean. She then stood up, put
her hands around my waist, pulled me close and kissed me deep in the mouth. I returned the kiss, tasting me in her mouth.
“Hope my debts all are forgiven by this token,” she said, smiling.
I smiled back, still unsure.
“Pass the night with me. Do that over what period I may consider long enough and you would stand a chance of my forgiveness,” I said. She kissed me again. “Gladly, I would pass all the nights you want, and a thousand more nights, by your side,” Grace returned, beaming.
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