Edy
& Hannah are a young couple who move around a lot. On this new
year's celebratory day, they invite Edy's office crush for a private
party.
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Most kitchens across Nigeria feel exciting on New Year day, with
all the cooking and preparation going on. There's always something to
do, look for, put out or put back. Even a clean kitchen is usually a
mess on New Year day, before or after the big meal. But my extreme
discomfort as I stood in my kitchen had nothing to do with the food. I
was there alone with my wife.
The lights were out, so the only lighting came from the lantern on
the dining table in the next room, where our guest waited quietly.
Hannah, my wife, gave me a look that would have killed most men.
Looking back, I'm surprised I survived it. It wasn't an angry look she
gave me, but a knowing one. And considering what I knew I had done, the
prospect at her having figured it out was no less than chilling.
I pretended not to know what she “knew" about, but my hard swallow
gave me away. Of course, it didn't help that "she" was in the next room.
"She" was our guest who sat just eleven feet away, unseen, in the
dining room. Hannah and I move a lot because of my job, and rarely do we
celebrate new-year with anyone other than each other. But we like
company, and we're always open to spending holidays with someone.
This year I had the opportunity to invite someone from my office who was going to be otherwise alone for the holiday.
That someone just happened to be the same woman who I had almost
had an affair with just a couple months earlier. Despite our near
infidelity, we had patched things up afterward and were quite
professional about it all. But we both still held desires for each
other. I hadn't realized my mistake until a second after the words "Why
don't you come over?" had come out of my mouth.
I might have taken the invitation back, but I couldn't help but get
excited at the prospect of spending more, personal time with this woman
named Aisha, and I tricked myself into believing I could get away with
it. If it was any other woman, someone with whom my relationship was
truly innocent, my wife wouldn't have had a problem, but I had confessed
to Hannah about the incident...sort of...and she had a nose for
sniffing these kind of things out.
Though I never told Hannah who I had almost slept with, she could
read my nervousness and excitement when Aisha arrived. She knew what
kind of women turned me on. She had also already met every woman at my
office except Aisha, and Aisha was by far the most attractive, so it was
kind of like putting two and two together.
The one thing I had going for me was that I had left out the
sizzling details of my almost-evening with Aisha. Hannah was under the
impression that we were only tempted, that we touched each other through
our clothes and "somehow" kissed before backing away from each other.
Had she known the truth that Aisha had displayed her body to me and
fingered herself while I jerked myself off onto her breasts and palmed
her n*ked p*ssy as she came-Hannah never would have forgiven me, and I
would have been single by now with half my stuff in another apartment.
But with the way Hannah was looking at me now, it seemed like she did know. If I opened my mouth to say...anything.
And then something in my wife's face changed. Her expression
relaxed, just a little, and her eyes twinkled with something that gave
me hope, however brief. Hannah moved to me, slowly pushing her body
against mine and taking me delicately in her arms. Her eyes were locked
onto mine, looking less accusing and more desperate with each passing
moment. But what, I wondered, was she desperate for?
She kissed me, gently, and swiped her tongue between my lips, just
grazing them with her soft, strong muscle before taking it back. But her
lips stayed against mine, and then they opened. I opened my mouth in
response, ready to accept her tongue and about to offer mine when
suddenly her tongue forcefully rolled and twisted and slashed into me.
The deepening of the kiss set off a chain reaction as Hannah's body
snapped to attention. Her fingers gripped me tighter, her arms pinned
me in a fierce hug, her body pressed against me.
Hannah is shorter than me, which is why it surprised me when she
somehow rose herself up as she squeezed me, putting her head above mine
and her breasts at my upper chest. Then I realized that, in my shock
and--I'll admit it--fear of this situation, I had shrunk down,
submitting to her aggressive advance. I was a robot in her hands, and I
had no idea what was provoking this. While Hannah could be spontaneous
and didn't have any problem directing things in bed every now and then,
the fact that she was doing this with a guest she barely knew just a few
feet away.
And then it hit me. Hannah was doing this because Aisha was here. I
didn't have time to figure out exactly why, but I didn't need it,
because the first words out of Hannah's mouth since this all started
confirmed it.
"Was it her?" she asked, breathless.
I didn't want to answer, and I wasn't even sure how to lie or evade
the question, because I didn't know what Hannah was after. I tried to
break away from her, but she kept kissing me, hard, and I could only
submit. I put my hands on her ass and squeezed in spite of my dilemma.
Hannah took advantage of my unintended participation and lifted
herself off her feet, giving her full weight to me and sliding herself
up my body until her lips were kissing the top of my head, her hands
were on my head, and her breasts were pressed against my face.
One of her breasts was uncovered; it had slipped out through the
large neck of the top she was wearing. Her skin was cool against my
face, and the nipple, though small, was very hard and fat. Hannah had
pointy rather than round breasts, and they were large for her size, but
even more unusual was how her bright pink areola covered almost the
majority of them.
Her one-of-a-kind boobs always got me throbbing, and so I opened my
mouth and caught her magnificent breasts between my lips, sucking and
licking feverishly. I didn't want to be doing this, and I was sure
Hannah was up to something that would make me regret it even more later
on, but I couldn't help myself.
"Was it her?" I heard Hannah gasp again as she thrust her chest against my face.
She spread her legs around me, holding onto me. I had nowhere to
go, and I hit my back against the cabinets, accepting her breasts with a
watering mouth, but still afraid to give her the answer she demanded.
Without ceasing my licking for even a second, I glanced toward the open
kitchen door, where I could see half the dining room table, all set and
ready for New-Year meal.
I could even see the chairs meant for me and my wife. The only
thing still out of sight, thankfully, was our guest who we had left
sitting at the unseen end of the table.
Hannah pushed herself down and back onto her feet. She kissed me
strong again, then looked me hard in the eyes as her hands fumbled with
my belt.
"You can tell me, Ed" she said. It didn't appear that she was going to accept my silence any longer.
I nodded and squeaked out a "yes".
The word had barely passed my lips when Hannah slipped down before
me and pulled out my hard dick. There was no teasing or stroking. She
simply engulfed my dick, eagerly sucking me down and bobbing with long,
steady movements. She was salivating immensely; I was soaked to the
point of dripping in less than five seconds. My whole body shuddered
uncontrollably, and I fought to keep my groans and gasps as quiet as
possible.
I was just looking back into the dining room to check if there was
anything new with my guest when Hannah released me, replacing her mouth
with her hand.
"Did you f*ck her?" she whispered.
"No," I replied quickly, and I checked again on the dining room,
afraid that Aisha might hear, or come around the corner at any second
looking for us. We had been gone an unusually long time, and she had to
be wondering what we were still doing in the kitchen, in the dark. And
with nothing else to focus on, Aisha was probably straining to listen.
Even if she couldn't make out our words, certainly she could hear our heavy breathing.
Credits: Hot Pulse
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