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Caught Creeping With Abike Part Two
by Omofineboy
I didn’t care to spend more time on foreplay and it seemed okay with missus because she lay spread-eagle and offered me the hot, juicy honey pot. My mind was solely on Abiike's waiting ot honey pot.
I rammed home in one stroke and she sighed. As we gathered momentum, my thrusts became wild and she rose up to meet me each time I slammed her pussy. The squelching noise was too much. We fucked with so much gusto that the bed complained. Only God knew what Abike must be thinking: clearly we were animals in heat.
When we finally orgasmed together, she held me tight and closed her legs around the small of my back. “I want all your juice to enter. No spillage,” she whispered hoarsely.
I merely grunted and basked in the afterglow. I felt my prick getting softer and softer until after some few minutes, I withdrew and went to freshen up in the bathroom. When I came up she was still lying on her back. “I can feel everything going in. This time, I think we just might be in luck,” she affirmed her baby-craziness.
“Yeah, I believe so,” I said perfunctorily. I went to the sitting room and finished the wine. By now I was feeling the effects.
She came out dressed in a different outfit and looking like the business woman she was. “I have to rush back. We will try again when I return, just to be on the safe side,” she kissed me and left with a satisfied smile.
I smiled sardonically and nodded like a zombie.
Immediately I heard her car zooming off, I rushed back to the bedroom. “Abike sweetheart, I am terribly sorry. I didn’t know she would be at home this early,” I explained.
She came out of hiding; instead of looking angry, she jumped on me and we fell on the bed. I was literally taken by surprise. I thought she was attacking me but when her tongue snaked into my mouth and the ardour upon which her suppliant body meshed with mine, my cock once more sprang into action. This time I tore off my clothes and fell on top her. I took my time to eat her up. Her cunt was simply delicious. It was like nectar. I lapped it up, biting the walls gently and when I found the hidden nub of her femininity, I took my time to suck it and nibble it till she was screaming in ecstasy. She squirted like no man’s business.
I kept on giving her cunt a royal tongue operation and subsequently, we resumed the sixty nine position. Her mouth on my rod was the best feeling. She sucked my dick and the knowledge that I just finished banging my wife - from her cunt to Abike’s mouth- made it freaky and lovely.
I turned her on her back and opened wide her legs for easy access. I shoved my ten inch dick deep into her cunt. She screamed at the sudden invasion. I closed my mouth on hers. I started thrusting in earnest. My hands found her buttocks and I lifted them while I thrust ferociously. Each time the tip of my dick touches the opening of her womb, she shook with pleasure. “Urrrg.Wow, give it to me…you are the best…I have never had it so goo… God!Daddy, give it to me…”she said repeatedly.
I turned her over for a doggie style. This was my masterstroke. Tightly, I held her long braids as I entered her from behind. She was tight and wet. Our juices mingled. I rode her like a horse. Then I let go of her hair, crouched further and grabbed her not boobs while I kept on the rhythm. She kept on moaning and saying gibberish things. At a point she resorted to speaking in Yoruba.
Then I withdrew my throbbing dick. I didn’t want her to bear my full weight. I lay down with my ramrod stiff rod pointing heavenwards. Without any ado, she climbed on top of my and guided me to her hot hole. My prick went in as if it was his home. She now became the aggressor. She rode me and rode me until another bout of orgasm shook her to her core. I seized that moment to give a few massive strokes and finally poured my soul to her. I came like volcano. My hot cum kept on gushing out as if it would never stop. We both shook as our hearts raced rhythmically. “I think I love you, Steve,” she whispered in a sexy tone. “Me too sweetheart,” I replied automatically. I have learned over the years to tell ladies what they wished to her. Timing remained very important. My dick was throbbing while still inside her. It happened to me whenever I fucked a fresh pussy. The excitement got me going.
I turned her over, still inside her and gently started fucking her once more. I kissed and played with her breasts. The soft boobs with their hard nipples were magnificent. I kept on thrusting gently until when our breaths became ragged. Then I picked up pace. I grabbed her waist and kept on drilling that honey pot until I felt my balls ready to explode. I closed my eyes, savouring the tightness of her pussy walls around my hot, hungry pole. I slowed down with the intention of prolonging the bout but she would have none of that. She kept on thrusting and before I could say Jack, my cum rushed out and spilled deep into her sweet cunt. I shook like a leaf. The orgasmic explosion took me above any cloud imaginable.
Suddenly, I felt a presence. I opened my eyes and behold, Ella was standing transfixed, with an unreadable expression on her face. I sprang out of Abike’s pussy and off the bed in a jiffy.
“Ella, this is not what you think, sweetheart. I – I can explain,” I offered lamely.
She turned and left the room.
Abike was already scrambling for her clothes. I took her out of the house from the back door, fearing a confrontation with my wife.
When she had gone, I braced up and thought of an excuse – any excuse at all, that would suffice to save my marriage.
I was really in hot port, literally and figuratively.
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