I usually left home early in the morning to void the perennially busy Lagos traffic jam and returned home fagged out. So, there was no time to hang out with friends. In fact, aside my colleagues, I had no friends.
My wife, sweet Ella, is a business woman dabbling in anything that brings money. She is astute too in whatever she put her mind to do. She is very beautiful and her savvy ways opened many doors for her business ventures. We have been married for four years and not yet blessed with the fruit of the womb. We have tried severally in all ways imaginable to conceive but the medical and sexual, even traditional methods, but all seemed abortive. We were both tested and found nothing wrong with our physical, psychological and sexual make-up. We lead very healthy sexual life. On weekends, we could be very imaginable and adventurous in bed like two horny teenagers. We are very hot for each other.
Being a man with an insatiable hunger for sex, I decided to stray. I am attractive to the ladies due to my athletic physique and had too rebuffed many advances from co-workers and clients alike. Since I had remained ever faithful, the thought of straying and cheating on my wife was dangerous. It could spell doom for our happy-ever-after.
With time, the fear and risk involved spurned and heightened the prospect and thinking about it alone got me hard. And my fantasy was to do it with a total stranger with no strings attached. I hate complications especially those bordering on romantic shenanigans.
Taking the bull by the horn, I invited Abike for lunch one day at a discreet restaurant, away from prying eyes. I was very nervous but I hid it well. I was surprised and delighted when I met her. Her photos did not do her justice. Face- to-face, she was a statuesque beauty. She was dressed in a simple floral knee length dress that was cut low to show he cleave that revealed an ample bosom.
She had an oval face with lush flow with long hair braided without a strand out of place to mar the beautiful and fashionable shine.When she smiled, she took my breath away. There and then I was smitten. We just hit it off right there and then. Lunch dragged on and when we parted, there was already a tangible electricity that had drawn us and wrapped us in a frenzy that made my dick hard even after we said our goodbyes and I stealthily sneaked a view of her wriggling well rounded ass .
Two days thereafter, I made love to my wife all the while fantasizing it was Abike. Still, I yearned to hold Abike, and feel her hot, smooth skin on mine. I was wracked with so much sexual fever I thought I would run mad. So I took a two days casual leave from work. It was the perfect setting. My wife had some clients that came to make purchases from her shop from the northern part of the country. Since our housemaid only comes three times a week, on this Tuesday morning she was off duty. My wife left as early as six that morning to meet with her clients.
I could hardly wait for Abike. I brought out a chilled bottle of white wine and anxiously waited for Abike. At exactly ten-thirty, the doorbell rang. She appeared like an apparition. She was even more lovely than the first time I met her. My eyes hungrily devoured her. She was dressed in a mini skirt and a skimpy crop top that simply shouted:Come Get Me! My blood started racing throught my vein. The urge to ravage her there and then was so powerful I could not restrain myself. Wordlessly, I pulled her in, and banged the door. The kisses I bestowed on her seemed not to have taken her by surprise because she responded with the same fervor. I steered her toward the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, we pulled off our clothes with the speed of lightning.
She was a vision to behold. Her skin was smooth as porcelain. My tongue ravaged every corner of her mouth.Our saliva mixed with perfection. My erection was so distended I feared cumming there and then. But I willed myself not to prematurely end the bliss. My right hand closed on her hardened nipples while the left hand molded her rounded ass. She pressed her womanhood to my raging erection. The crown of my cock felt the silky, hairy entrance of her honeypot. She smelt like lily and rose flowers mixed together and tasted like a rich Egyptian wine. Both intoxicating in all ramifications. Her tongue started doing magic to my earlobes as she bit them gently.
Suddenly I heard the main entrance door opening. I was so caught up in the frenzy of the moment i forgot to lock the door.
We disengaged. Automatically, I motioned her to be quiet.
“Honey I am home!”my wife, Ella called from the sitting room I motioned for her to hide under the bed as I quickly grabbed my pair of trousers and shirt. She grabbed her panties, skirt and top and hid under the bed. I took a deep breath and went to meet my madam. In the melee, my dick quietly softened without any prefacing. “Hi honey. You are back early,” I said nonchalantly. “I got away to get the Alhaji a copy of our agreement and since I have a bit of time to spare, I feel we should give it another go. I am ovulating,” she gushed. Then she saw the bottle of wine(Thank God no glasses)”Red wine?Are we in sync or what? Only that I can only take half a glass since I am still on duty,” she brought two glasses. “You are going to get me good and pregnant, my Lion King,” she said teasingly.
I gulped my drink and attempted to make love to her in the sitting room she wriggled out of my hold and raced to the bedroom. I took the bottle of wine and drank straight from it.
She covered her eyes with her left arm and covered her breast with the right arm. I knew the virgin Aisha was modest because I uncovered her nakedness for the very first time. I continued my seductive ministrations. Having divested her of her wrapper, blouse, chemise and panties, I sat on the edge of the bed to admire the small goddess lying invitingly her bed. Her ebony skin was as
I lost my parents two years ago to the Boko Haram insurgency. They sacked our village while we were away selling goats in a nearby village. Most male captives were massacred and some of the women abducted. When we returned, we organized most of the other village youth and formed Vigilante groups. The villages then opened up as one big town. So far there had been relative peace in the
Crown Prince Jonathan Page My twentienth birthday was three days ago. I came to visit with my mother. My mother cooked my brother and I a great meal in her tenth. My younger brother, Ehud was a farmer and about to marry his sweetheart, Rachel. He had just finished building his house next door to our Mom’s house. She had been widowed ten years ago,” she complained. “Peter, you are
My friend Innocent invited me to a new generation church somewhere at the Lagos Mainland. On that fateful Sunday, we sat in the front row. The service was splendid. The church was packed and the atmosphere was charged. From the beautiful choir’s paraphernalia to the seraphic rendition of heavenly hymns, I loved every bit of it. But the icing on the cake was when the thirty-something
I met Abike on Facebook. I noticed that immediately after I accepted her friend’s request, she was on up my business. Everything I posted, she would be the first t ‘like’. At a point, I thought she could be a stalker, despite her impressive profile information. She was a media consultant in her early twenties. As a banker myself, I hardly had time to socialize. But I found solace in
“I am waiting, lover. Dont keep me cold,” Ella purred from the bedroom. When I got there, she was already stark naked. I pulled off my clothes for the second time and pretended to be in the mood. The half erection didn’t help but when her full, warm and wet closed over my cock, I forgot about poor Abike. I didn’t care to spend more time on foreplay and it seemed okay with missus
While wallowing in the closet, I was a big playboy, literally speaking. I had always been endowed with dark, smoldering good looks, courtesy of my handsome father, who was also a ladies’ man in his day. I played basketball in secondary school and I was the perfect poster boy for the bevy of girls in school. But my PHD(Pretty Huge Dick) was my main asset. I am now twenty and in my final
Oliver was this honcho macho kind of a guy. He hailed from Port Harcourt, Nigeria, while I hailed from the Middle Belt. He was also from a wealthy family and definitely entitled. Today he is tied and hobbled to the beautiful Helena with their three adorable daughters. When we were in our final year in university of Calabar, fate thrust us as room-mates. He was tall, handsome and really
Late one summer evening, I was bored and decided to go to the famous Kuramo Beach in Lagos. I was then living at the famous exclusive Victoria Island with my Happy-Go-Lucky, Aunt May. I had just finished serving my National Youth Service Corps mandatory National assignment and waiting to secure a white collar job. My hope was that since Lagos was such a bustling commercial mega city,
Hameed's Brother Hakeem The past weeks were like whirlwind. Hameed and I were so enamoured with each other as if we found love for the very first time.The fact that we were first for each made it romantic and purely natural.Mind, whenever we were in public, we never spared each other a single glance. We had to be absolutely careful in such an Arabic homophobic world. However, when
My name is Aliyu. I am twenty years old, from the northern part of Nigeria. My father died when I was only fourteen and in secondary school-leaving a gulf that forever changed my large, polygamous family.Because of our large family, (he had three wives and sixteen children), we owned one of the biggest house in the village of Bama. My mother was the first wife and I was the seventh of
Eventually, the evening drew with the cold air breezing. After our evening meal, we all retired to our respective cells. Throughout the day I did not see Sule. About ten men were brought in that day and taken to solitary cell, where we called it The VIP. We were told that they were insurgents caught with explosives around the emir’s palace. Apparently they intended to bomb the paklace.
Two days later, Sule lay lazily on his bunk reading a erotic magazine. He was in his boxers shorts. Most of the inmates were either at the mosque or at the courtyard playing games. I came into the cell and caught him oogling at the magazine while his left hand massaged his massive erection. His pair of bloodshot eyes looked at me briefly and he went back to his magazine. I was confused
“Shut your mouth this minute, Joy! Who told you that sex kills? Abeg (please)Oga (Mister)Armed Robber, Feel free to do it to all of us, joo,” the old woman flared. That was vintage Mama Tilly, my neighbour’s grandmother. Something happened that precipitated that outburst. But suffice it to say that a succinct background is needed to lay this story on. My name is Leo and I live in the
I wet my lips and went to town. I licked the purplish crown sensuously. My tongue was hot and my body was anticipating something big. I wrapped my hand around the wrist-like organ and fellated it like I never did before. He lay and propped on his elbows and watch me administering on his dick “Oh, that’s sweet. Keep going, my guy. Aaaargh, don’t stop,” he moaned. I sucked with more
I am a dedicated high school teacher. I thought I was as straight as a bow since I never had a gay encounter in my life. But meeting one of my student’s father changed the whole equation. I was engaged to be married when I was thirty five to my high school sweetheart, Mary. We went to college together and planned our future. She was the love of my life. She was pretty in an
I knocked on the Driscoll's that evening as appointed. I had shaved and used my expensive aftershave, washed and groomed my hair at the salon. Then I wore a loose fitting knee length trousers and a pair of moccasin shoes. I was looking casually fetching by the looks thrown at me by passersby - both male and female:both young and old.The open winks I got could have got me to a runway!
I did not call again as promised. In fact I avoided meeting with Moses or his father. Many times Moses would come over to talk to me but I would find one excuse or another, all in a bid to avoid being close to that family. Truth be told, I was afraid of the prospect of developing feelings for Eric Driscoll. One day, I spotted Moses with a crowd of guys his age, near the Hydrangeas
I was assigned to be the orderly of a retired Brigadier-General in Lagos sometimes in the early 2000. The man was a good man and was a former governor during the military era. As a result he was stinking rich. He and his household usually embarked on a one frivolous holiday or the other. Either within or outside the country. The man was a typical Yoruba man. He liked partying as well.
We called him Uncle Raysion, Ray for short. He was in his early forties and a divorce. He was the debonair , worldly wise, rugged looking uncle to my childhood friend, Linda, whom I was dating at the time of this incident. Linda and I attended primary and secondary school together. Started dating when we were in our third year in the university. She was a pretty girl and very
I got married recently and my wife and I are carrrer driven so we planned to put starting a family on hold for now. My wife and I attended te same alma mata and we are each other’s alter ego.Except for the fact that I am bisexual. This is a secret I must take too my grave because it is a taboo here in Ghana for a sam- sex sexual relationship. And being from a respected family, I must
In my business, I never followed trends, I loved to set them. So, while basking on my promotion as the head of our corporate organization in Cotonou at the age of forty, I lived life to the fullest.I travelled all over the world rubbing minds with brand makers and networking with the best of the best. My wife and five year old daughter were ensconced in our palatial home that was the
I won an award as one of the five journalists for the year 2016. The award package included a three month course at the London School of Journalism. To say I was excited was an understatement. I being the adventurous twenty five years old, still single and loving it, this was a defining moment of my career. On a bright October evening, I boarded an Egyptian airline from Accra to
After graduating from the university, lived in Accra for two years hoping to secure a nice job and start my life in earnest. I dabbled into small entrepreneurial ventures that saw me through hard times. My aged parents lived in a village and I was their only benefactor. On a breezy morning, I had a call to attend an interview. I was short of cash so I borrowed a few Cedis from a
My cousin Dale had always been a hothead. A recalcitrant and rebellious nineteen year old. His father bailed out on them when he and his sister Ashlee were only five and two respectively. The angst he grew up with made him a moody Me –Against- The-World person. Always in one trouble or the other but managed to avoid the full weight of the law. I am a year older than him but I never
“Sam, I need a new phone. I am cash trapped but if you could lend me the money, I promise to pay you immediately I collect my salary – which should be in about two week’s time,” I pleaded with my buddy Sam. “I am sorry I am also in the red now, Bright. But if something comes up, I will let you know.” The line went dead before I could plead further. This was one of my close friends. He
On my twenty-second birthday, my dad, an Emir in Northern Ghana, was very happy with me having graduated top of my class. As a scion of the throne, he spared no money in a week-long celebration that graced dignitaries from the African continent. The gifts were stupendous and the celebrations were not to be compared to any. My father is well schooled and values western education.
I was a taxi driver around the city because I had a family of five to feed. My job entailed picking up people of different races and sometimes I picked the good, the bad and the ugly. Some were kind and some are darn obnoxious. I picked up a white man named John from the airport to a hotel. En route the hotel, we struck a conversation and became instant friend. It was his first time
My friend owned a night club and I had met a flurry of his customers there from all walks of life. Sometimes you met the rich and the broke, the good, the bad and the ugly. But we managed very well. A certain night in December last year,I met a delectable but petite lady named Rose. She was a Liberian. According to her, she came to Lagos in search of greener pastures. She was
“Ok Rose honey, why don’t we go to my place and get you settled down, then you could try and reach Denise?” I suggested ,still hoping the duo would make up and me coming out a hero and be reward with a threesome. The thought of a hot lesbianic threesome only got me hotter and hotter. Reluctantly, she allowed me to usher her into my Porsche. When joined her, I slotted a cool, jazzy,
© 1995-2024 FREYA Communications, Inc.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.