I was still dating Gloria when my mother warned me that she is not my type of girl. When I asked her why, she said that Gloria is simply not a wife material because she placed her job ahead of everything else. It didn’t make sense to me then, and I did not hesitate in telling my mother what I thought.
“She is a hard working girl who is ready to support her partner mum. What is wrong in that?” Nothing was going to convince me that Gloria was not right for me, and my mother quickly understood that and left matters. She said she was only thinking of me and that she will always want the best for me. “Gloria is the best for me mother. Every man will be proud to have her as a wife,” I told her.
Gloria is a beautiful lady; tall, curvy and also intelligent. She works as a banker and is a senior staff; managerial level. She has a dream of becoming a top banker in the nation and it made me proud that she was doing quite well. My mother’s fear is the amount of time the job takes from her; she tried telling me that it may affect our marriage in the future when I will want her in the house, but I told her that it does not matter because I will be working hard too.
Our wedding day was a glorious affair.
My bride looked good in her wedding dress and I was smashing in a two piece suit an uncle got for me from Italy. Families and friends came to celebrate with us and it was simply my happiest day. I danced like I have never done before and my bride did the same too. Many men were jealous of me that day because of my beautiful bride, and that further made the day special, because, to me, I have ended up with a woman many men are dying for.
I am sad to admit that, that day was the highest point in our marriage. The first setback to our marriage was immediate, when I learned that we could not travel for our honeymoon as earlier planned because my wife was needed urgently in her office during that time.
“I am sorry Raymond. I will make it up for you I promise,” my wife pleaded with me. “You know how important this is to me. My handling it means I stand the chance of getting ahead of my competition for the post of the assistant manager,” she explained to me as I sat on the bed looking angry. I was angry and disappointed because I have been giving a month’s leave because of my wedding.
I had too much time in my hand and didn’t know what to do with it. “It’s okay, you can go ahead and do what you have to do,” I told her. I was not happy about it, but I had to accept because I have known ahead about her passion for her work and it was one of the reasons I liked her. So that was how I woke up all alone the next morning after our wedding day because my wife had left early for work. It was the knocking on our door that forced me out of bed. I pulled on a pajama and went to open the door. At our entrance with a wide smile, was our neighbor’s young wife. She had in her hands a bowl.
“I decided to get the new couple my special pepper soup, since I know that you will be finding it hard to leave your room,” she said. I smiled at her and opened the door wider to allow her in. her name is Sonia. She is just 26, but she has been married for two years. She and her husband were the only ones staying in the compound before I rented the second flat in preparation for our wedding. She and I became friends immediately because she happens to be a lovely human being. Her husband is hardly around because of his business. He is an importer, so he is mostly away and when he comes back, it is to leave again after a week or two.
Sonia was surprised when I told her that my wife had gone to work. “You mean you guys don’t respect the laws of honeymoon,” she asked jokingly, but I could see that she was surprised. I could also not hide how bad I was feeling and I guessed she noticed it, because she stopped talking about it. She asked me to go and brush while she dishes some of the pepper soup for me. “You can keep the rest for her, but you need to eat because the groom must be fed,” she joked; making me laugh.
The soup was great and I had to ask for more which made her happy. She sat with me for hours since she had nothing doing at home too. We chatted about life, our past and then found our way back to our relationships. She was also not happy because she was not enjoying her marriage. “He is always talking about the business and whenever I try talking to him about how lonely I am, he is quick to tell me that he has to work to give me all the beautiful things I have. But a woman needs more than material things. I need my man around and will love to wake up with his arms wrapped around me.”
There was pain in her voice and I can relate with that because I was feeling the same. We were facing the same issues and that made us bond. It was when I started stealing glances at her cleavage and smooth thighs that I told her that I needed to go out. I didn’t want the temptation brought by my feelings to overcome me. She left for her house and promised to cook us dinner. I went out and met with some friends who were surprised to see me. I had to lie that my wife was at home and that I just came out to get a breath of fresh air.
I got home around 8 in the night and my wife was still not back. Angrily, I finished half a bottle of Hennessey on my own. I didn’t hear Sonia knocking on our door and did not even know when my wife came back because I was dead asleep. I woke up the next morning hungry and a little bit light headed. My wife had gone already but she left a note saying she was sorry and that I should not be angry. It made me angry that we could not even talk because of her work. I remembered what my mother said and wished I had listened a bit and at least spoken to Gloria about it.
I was halfway through another full bottle of Hennessey when Sonia came. She entered with the aroma of fried eggs, plantain and potatoes. As good as the meal looked; my concentration was more on her than the food. She was looking simple but lovely in a short gown that allowed my eyes access to her smooth yellow thighs. When she bend to drop the food on my dining table, the dress rose a bit and I saw a little more of her luscious milky thighs. I was frustrated, lonely, high on Hennessey, and horny to hell. My cock was pushing out straight in front of me as crazy thoughts of how good it will be to squeeze at her luscious looking ass as I penetrate her.
“You are drinking so early in the morning. Don’t you know that it is,” she gasped and froze when she turned round after dropping the food. She had been talking with her back to me but the moment she turned around, she saw the way I was looking at her and also saw the pole my cock had made in front of my pajama trouser. I was not in the mood to hide anything, so I stayed like that; allowing her see my aroused nature and waiting to see what her reaction would be. She did not move and her eyes stayed on my cock for long before she looked back up into my eyes. There was fear in her eyes, but it was not the fear for me, but for the feeling she was having. I saw it clearly; she wanted my cock badly and it scared her. I wasted no time in moving towards her; pressing my body against her body and pushing her back to the dining table.
Her hands rose to my chest but she did not push me away. She simply placed them on my chest and said, “Please, I can’t resist you if you continue.” My cock nearly tore free on hearing her confession. I placed my two hands behind her; grabbing at her soft full fleshy ass and drawing her harder against me as I captured her soft lips in a passionate kiss. “Mmmmsss,” she moaned and surrendered to me without a fight; sucking back and thrusting her tongue into my mouth for me to suck upon.
Her hands moved round my neck as she plastered her voluptuous boobs against me. They are soft and bouncy and having them squashed flat against my chest made me groan with pleasure. One of my hands moved from massaging her ass, up her body to grab at one of her soft breast and she moaned out loud as I massaged it. My hard cock was pressed between the juncture of her thighs and she was grinding back at it with pleasure and moaning. “Oh yes, get it off me,” she said, when I asked her if I can take her gown off. I pulled the dress up from the hem, and she raised her hands up to allow me get it off her. The small bra she had on barely covered half of her sweet breasts. She is simply lovely; all yellow and fresh. I kissed down her neck and unclasped the bra to free her boobs. My lips moved to find one erect dark nipple and the sound of pleasure that escaped her as I clasped my lips around it pushed me to push my hand into her pant; she was soaking wet and flowing.
“Ooousss darling,” she cried out and jerked her pussy towards my invading finger as I pierced her cunt with it. Her soft pussy flesh welcomed my finger and I felt her trembling inside as I added another finger to drive in and out of her warmness. “I want you please,” she begged as I continued sucking her nipples and finger fucking her. Her hands moved to my waistline as she tried pushing down my trouser. I quickly stepped back and pulled off my trouser. My cucumber size cock was standing hard and proud. “You are really big,” she said in awe, and I smiled. I picked her up and placed her on the dining table with her legs wide spread and me between them. Her pussy was so wet that her juice coated the lips, so when I directed my hard cock through her wet lips, they parted easily and welcomed my penetration.
“Yeesssssss,” she cried out and gripped my ass with her nails biting into my flesh as my cock entered and spread her to newer dimension. Her inside was warm, soft and juicy; allowing my cock to drive in to her very depth as her pussy muscles wrapped pleasurably about my hardness. I withdrew a bit and drove back in again; pushing more into her and she cried out in pleasure and used her heel hard upon my ass to pull me even closer. She was so tight and sweet. Maybe it was because her husband hardly fucks her. I squeezed her soft boobs and gave her a deeper thrust; sending my cock nearly to the hilt. She screamed as her pussy convulsed in an orgasmic explosion. I hard not even started fucking her before she had her first orgasm. “Oooouuusssss,” she cried out and squeezed me tight with her legs as her pussy pumped out her juice. Her pussy became more lubricated, so I started digging into her with easy hard strokes.
My balls slapped hard at her cunt entrance as I drilled her pussy right. She was moaning and telling me how sweet I was. She was also saying sorry to her absent husband for enjoying my cock. “I am sorry darling I can’t resist this. It is sweet and simply the best, please forgive me,” she cried as I spread her legs wide with my hands while lashing at her inside with serious jerks that had my cock reaching her very center.
After fucking her like that for over ten minutes, I pulled out and got her off the table. I made her stand, backing me with her hands on the table and bending over. Her legs were wide spread and pussy pushing back to me. I came from the back and arrowed my glistening cock to her pink entrance. I found the right path and bulldozed my cock hard into her warmness. “Aaargghhsss,” she cried out as I drove hard into her; brushing her flesh and grinding at her juiciness. Her pussy gripped hard at my cock but I was too strong to be held. My cock kept driving into her sweetness with savageness as I slapped her ass with every stroke. My crotch was also hitting at her ass and the ass was shaking with each hit.
“Oooouuuss I am going to cum again,” she cried out and started shoving back her waist to receive my hard strokes. “Fuck me harder,” she cried out and kept thrusting back her pussy. I was out of the world with the pleasure I was getting from driving my cock into her warmness. I obliged her by adding more force to my strokes. We were like two animals; groaning and moaning in our pleasure and oblivious of every other things but what we were doing.
“Yeaahhhhsss,” she screamed and froze as her pussy wrapped tight around my cock; holding it so tight that I could not pull out or drive in. It was only for some seconds before it released it as her juice flowed. I held her waist and drove even deeper; burying my cock in her deepest part and blowing my gallons of sperms into her sweet pussy. I was shouting as I exploded inside her. We crumbled to the floor with my cock still in her and her pussy milking me dry. “You are the sweetest I have ever had,” she said and closed her eyes as I wrapped my arms around her nakedness. It felt so good doing that and it surprised me that I didn’t feel bad about what I did. We rested before she forced me to eat. It was delicious and after eating, I carried her to the bathroom where we made love again.
It is three weeks after my wedding and I have fucked Sonia more than 15 times. My wife is busy trying to get promotion and has no time for our marriage. Her husband is also busy working. We on the other hand have too much free time in our hands, and the only thing we can do is to spend it making each other feel good. I just hope that she won’t get pregnant because we have never used any protection. I don’t even bother my wife for sex again because I am always satisfied. She has complained once about it, but she thinks I am only angry about the way things are. I am not about to tell her anything, because Sonia’s pussy is too sweet to leave.
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