Mildred had constantly heard get friends talk low of their husbands and how men are scum; how all men, being dogs, are in kennel, and what woman soever wanted one only needed to choose the breed she preferred above the others, having at the back of her mind yet that a dog is a dog, regardless of the breed. She heard some whine about their cheating husbands and others who didn’t know if their husband cheated or not openly declare that they actually expected that their men were cheating, unless they, the men, have a spiritual problem. The theory went round that all men are natural cheaters, and those not cheating are the ones only not yet caught.
All this had Mildred exceedingly restless and unhappy, waking many sleeping nights of hers and causing terrible dreams just guessing that her husband, Teju, may have been unfaithful this whole time and not show symptoms, or that she’d been just blind stupid all along.
It’s been two months since Mildred created a fake account on Facebook to flirt with Teju. She really hoped he wouldn’t take the bait. She sent him countless provocative photos and, to her eternal shame, he eagerly responded message for message. They dried up the oil of many secret nights and blew out the fire of many days just writing embarrassingly nasty sexual things to each other, almost cussing each other out swearing sexual superiority the one over the other. Mildred noticed Teju had suddenly gotten oversensitive with his phone and guarded it jealously.
It got so heated and interesting that Mildred went and even bought a new phone and line to do WhatsApp calls with Teju, after they’d exchanged numbers over Facebook, advancing from mere writing to talking nasty to each other.
Mildred was in the kitchen while her husband was in the living room watching TV. Her phone vibrated and she reached for it, a flutter in her stomach.
‘Hullo, babe. Missed you.’ It was a text from her husband meant for his supposed mistress, herself.
Mildred at first was rudely appalled to find her husband getting really dirty with the ‘mistress’ because she never imagined him to be the type. At least he never showed this side of him to her, which she very much would have loved. Teju was always too reserved when it came to exploring their sex lives together. He’d turned down many adventures with her, leaving her haplessly dejected most of the time. And now, for free, she could see this intriguing part of her pretending husband. It turned her on to no end.
He brag-talked about doing such nasty things to her that aroused her like mad. Teju was not even one to moan during sex, much less talk dirty. He didn’t talk at all. So hearing him spew his inmost dirty fantasies now not only made her wet but made her feel like she found a new man, a rather very interesting one than her husband. All day, they would send naughty images back and forth. She’d found a random girl’s picture online, including nudes of her and sent to Teju.
He would return pictures of his hard cock, talking about how much he wanted to slam it into her cunt. There wasn’t a way in the world he was knowing it was with his own wife whom he was speaking.
This particular evening, he accepted his ‘mistress’ request to sex-chat later at night. Mildred previously had reservations about asking because this meant he would be at home with his wife when he got dirty with his ‘mistress’, but to her surprise, he agreed to the arrangement.
However, earlier that evening, Mildred had mentioned to Teju that she was slightly indisposed so he understood why she had to retire to the bedroom early. This was a smooth ploy to make him think she was asleep so he can take his time getting unfaithful to his ‘mistress.’
Soon as she saw the message, she replied, ‘Miss you too babe, been waiting for ever to get started chatting with you tonight. I am so wet for you right now, I can’t stand it.’
Teju eagerly jumped to descriptions of all the ridiculously nasty things he craved doing to her if ever he laid his hands on her. He even sent a photo of his erection, to buttress that he wasn’t even joking.
Mildred was excited. Knowing her husband was only a few feet away and rock hard for his ‘mistress’ almost drove her nuts with sheer need.
In little time she took off her panties and started rubbing her clit while her Teju talked dirty to her. She could feel the seeping out of wetness from her cunt as she worked it with her fingers. She closed her eyes as she felt the pressure surging up to her brain.
The sexts Teju were sending her were hitting her continually in the brain and shaking her patience at the root, bringing her to a near-derangement that, finally, with a cry of pleasure, she completely lost it and began quaking on the bed as her orgasm throbbed through all her veins.
She continued working her pussy while she orgasmed, letting out a long sigh and slipping out her fingers from her pussy only once she had been done climaxing. She texted him back, observing to him how their sexting had crescendoed and shot her up to climax.
‘Oh my, wish I could be there with you right now, love,’ he returned excitedly. ‘My dick is at breaking point, I won’t even lie. I would kill and die to have this cock shoved hard into you right now, I swear it!’
Mildred grinned wide at the cheek. The orgasm had her wiped out so she replied, ‘Someday, hun, perhaps, you will have your chance. Thanks so much for another great session. You are simply amazing.’
She turned off the phone and hid it where she usually did. He would probably be a little disappointed now and think his ‘mistress’ selfish tonight, Mildred reasoned, because usually, after she cums, she worked
him up until he orgasmed too, in observing fair play.
Mildred had carelessly fallen asleep where she lay when Teju walked into the bedroom. She was in just his t-shirt with no underwear underneath, Teju noticed. There also was wetness on the bed underneath where her ass laid. He went close to her and slipped his hand inside her pussy, surprised by how wet was her cunt.
Mildred woke up, startled, having had the fright. When she saw it was
Teju, she relaxed and closed her eyes back, enjoying the way his finger slipped in and out of her. He wasted no time in pulling down his boxer shorts, letting out his cock which had been hard since his dirty sexting. He spread her legs wide open roughly, starved for a fuck, and hungrily rammed his huge meat into her. Soon he was pounding her like a raving lunatic. In this fit, Mildred seemed to have heard him moan, ‘Seyi…’ Mildred watched his moan closely and, in no time again, heard him groan ‘Funmi…’ underneath his breath. Seyifunmi was the name of his fake mistress. Mildred, to have put up the properer show, should have snapped and asked who a Seyifunmi was while her husband fucked her, but rather was further turned on even more, secure in mind she was the same woman Teju was fantasizing about while he pounded away. This god-like position of knowing made the l experience only more exciting to her. She wrapped her legs around him and let him fuck her until he squirted his seed into her.
He well deserved it. This was a fair recompense for the orgasm she’d had earlier off of his dirty talk.
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