My Sexcapedes Episode 2
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👫 My Sexcapedes EPISODE TWO: ❣️
My d|ck was fully stretched like that of police talk-true stick. Even the air conditioner could not save me from sweating profusely. I salivated. You need to see how I gasped for air. Indeed I have fallen deep for the lust of flesh.
When she approached me, I could smell her skin. The sexy smell that oozed into my nose was a big turn on to me. Gently and sxxly, she romantically placed her hand on my hairy chest. Her hand felt to me like an electric shock. I vibrated. My eyes were tightly closed. At some point, I had to take a deep breath to shrug off the naiveness.
‘You are such a naughty boy’, she whispered into my ear. I could hear the swooshing sound of my hairs as she romanced my chest. The next thing, I felt her hand on my d|ck. ‘Wow! I am very very impressed.’ She added.
I was already on cloud nine. I couldn’t think straight again. The part of me bossing me was my d|ck. All I wanted was to have my way into her honeypot. I was ready to do it, not minding she’s my brother’s wife.
‘Indeed you are a naughty boy’, she whispered into my ear again. ‘Don’t forget I am your brother’s wife’, she added before disappearing from the room. I watched her leave the room smiling hysterically.
‘Your food is on the dining’, that was the last thing she said before shutting the door.
I stood disappointed with myself. How could I be so low? What eyes will I use to look into her eyes tomorrow? How do I face my brother with my conscience full of guilty? All these I asked myself. I had to thrown myself on the bed and used the pillow to cover my shameful self. Even the food I couldn’t eat that night.
It was the following morning that I recovered myself. My brother’s wife was the person that woke me up from sleep.
‘Good morning ma’, I greeted her.
‘My dear good morning. I hope you have a good night’s rest?’, she asked, smiling.
‘Yes,’ I nodded unconvincely while burying my face in shame.
‘Your breakfast is on the dining. I am off to work’, she added.
‘Okay ma’, I stuttered out.
‘Why didn’t you eat last night?’, she asked.
‘I lost my appetite’, I managed to answer.
‘Steve, nothing happened last night, okay?’, she made it clear.
‘O..okay, m..ma’, I stammered.
‘Good boy. Your lunch is in the fridge. Bye’, she said and off, she went to work.
Immediately she shut the entrance door, I took a deep breath. I did the sign of the cross. Then, I pushed myself to the dining table. It was a fried egg, loaves of bread and tea. I shook my head in disappointment.
‘How can this woman serve me six loaves of bread, a small quantity of egg and a small cup of tea?.’ I shook my head again. ‘No wonder they say that wealthy people don’t eat well.’ I said as I descended on the food.
In a twinkling of an eye, I was done eating. The food doesn’t even come close to satisfying my hunger. It was more like appetizers. I dashed into the kitchen, opened the fridge. Lo and behold, it was egusi soup and semo. I dished out a little portion and downed the food like a hungry lion.
My brother and his wife came back together that night. I was the one that opened the door for them. You need to see how my brother jerked me up in excitement like a baby. He was happy to see me. But the guilty conscience never allowed me to reciprocate the happiness.
That night we talked. Laughed. Drink and eat just like old days. It was a great night we had that day. We had a merry night till we slept off on the sofa. It was his wife that woke us at midnight to retire to our separate bedrooms.
My brother’s wife was a medical doctor in one of the private hospitals in Ikeja, Lagos. She had promised me a job in the hospital. She was one of the top earners in the hospital. She really gave me her word for a better job in the hospital. But she pleaded I be patient. That the opportunity would come soon.
My brother was a business tycoon who always flew to China for business trips. He was one of the top importers in the Aluminum village, Dopemu. He was into automated sliding gates, aluminum windows, doors, frameless glasses, hand rayless etc.
Few weeks later, my brother traveled to China for a business trip.
On a fateful night..
That night, the wind was blowing harshly against the flower trees outside, and thunder rumbled angrily. It was raining heavily. The weather was very harsh with its coldness as the blue lightning streaked the sky.
The heaviness of the rain coupled with the booming sound of the thunder stirred me up from sleep. I was pressed. So I rushed into the toilet to ease myself.
Then, there was a silent knock on the door. Who could that be? I asked myself. I glanced at my phone and it was 11pm. That must be Jude, I thought. Jude was my brother’s wife’s younger brother. He came to Lagos on a business trip so decided to spend the night in the house.
‘Just a minute,’ I said. I drew my boxer up and flushed the toilet. I then opened the door, the sight I saw shocked me.
Jude was not the one at the door. It was my brother’s wife. I wondered what she came to do this time around.
But I didn’t stretch my head wondering for long. Because the way she looked has said it all. Apart from her smiles that portrayed flirtatious and playful sxxual attraction, her flared short gown she was wearing clearly defined her b00bs. She brandished her sexxy yellowish, spotless and long straight legs as her toes moved over the tiles in a teasing and sexxductive way.
Just then, I nodded and smiled to myself. ‘Madam Susan’, I said to myself ‘You will definitely get that thing you have been looking for tonight ‘.
To Be Continued..
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