We ate mostly in silence. He took five slices while I took four. After the meal, I cleared the table and took the tray back to the kitchen.

My usual practice was to wash plates right after meal. That was what I was about to do when Richard came to join me in the kitchen.

“You’re so organized,” he commented.

“Thanks for the compliment.”

He came to hold my waist from behind.

“You’re the sweetest, honey,” he cooed.

“Hmn.”

He moved closer to my backside, his body pressing against mine. I could feel his desire all over again.

On my buttock, I could feel his hardening member.

“So soon?” I asked, more like saying it.

He breathed down on the back of my neck.

“I will have undying desire for you forever.”

His hands caressed my waist, my tummy and up to my chest. He unwrapped my towel and put it on the kitchen table.

“Hey, we’re in the kitchen,” I protested softly.

"It doesn’t matter, my honey. I will love you anywhere and anytime.”

His hands fondled my boobs. I had to suspend the washing of plates.

There was no way I could combine that with what he was doing and was about to do.

“Richard here is going to love you the way no man has ever loved you before.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, honey. I’m so damned sure.”

He pressed harder against my butt. I closed my eyes and allowed him to have his way.

His fingers rubbed on my nipples. It was my turn to let out a soft moan.

He kept handling the tits. He kissed the back of my neck and I felt wetness in my vagina.

After a while he stopped and brought another condom. He slipped out of his boxer and wore the thing on his penis.

Then, he spread me legs. Holding me by the waist against the kitchen table, he inserted his penis inside my organ from behind. It went in slowly and gently, almost cautiously.

He held my waist tight as he started the thrusting. I placed my two hands on the table while he jerked inside my pussy.

My partner and I made some moaning. Now, Richard did it slower and better than the first time. He also lasted much longer. I would give him a pass mark.

He handled me more like the way you would handle a lady you really cared for.


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Cool

Interesting

Wonderful

Hmmmmm, pass mark, why not excellent mark when you felt he lasted long and even longer than the previous round. Umunwanyi self!

Interesting story.

Interesting story.

He kept handling the tits. He kissed the back of my neck and I felt wetness in my vagina. After a while he stopped and brought another condom.

He slipped out of his boxer and wore the thing on his penis. Then, he spread me legs. Holding me by the waist against the kitchen table, he inserted his penis inside my organ from behind. It went in slowly and gently, almost cautiously.

He held my waist tight as he started the thrusting. I placed my two hands on the table while he jerked inside my pussy. My partner and I made some moaning.

Now, Richard did it slower and better than the first time. He also lasted much longer. I would give him a pass mark. He handled me more like the way you would handle a lady you really cared for.

“I love ... love you, baby,” he muttered as he did his slow, steady thrust.

I was tempted to believe him, but then, some men say things they don’t mean when they are on lust speed. I would take this as one of such moment.

After several minutes, he climaxed. Even as he reached his peak, he still held me tenderly, breathing heavily down on my neck.

After he had regained his breath, he picked his boxer from the floor.

“I’ll go the bathroom,” he said.

I nodded and retied the towel I had used.

I did not go to church again that morning. Richard took me to his flat where I spent the rest of the day.

For lunch, he took to the eatery he took me to on Saturday, while I told him I would prepare dinner. I learnt more about him and his family. Now, I was convinced he was the perfect man for me.

* *

I slept in his flat that Sunday evening. Before we slept, we made another passionate love together.

The sex was hot, sizzling and I prayed it would ever be like that.

On Monday morning, we woke up early to dress up for our respective places of work. He worked at the head office of the micro finance bank in Ikeja, while I worked at Lekki.

We bade each other bye. Before eight a.m., I was at my desk in the office.

“Hey beauty, how was your weekend?” Preye asked.

“Fine. How was your trip to Port Harcourt?”
“Fine, but I miss you.”

I smiled. Did I miss him? When I remembered Richard, my mind said capital NO.

“You even look more beautiful than ever,” he commented.

“Ah, that’s the work of God.”

“Sorry, I didn’t remember to ask, how was your new apartment? You have moved there, haven’t you?”

I nodded. “I’ve moved. The place is fine, thank you.”

Of course the place was fine. Above all, I had just got myself a new boyfriend there.

But I would not tell Preye that. Not right away. I finally had to imply that when he said he would like to visit me in my new apartment.

“I’m sorry, Preye. You have to hold on for now.”

He looked astounded. “What! Why?”

“I’ve just got a boyfriend, and he lives next door.”

He still looked confused. “So? What are you saying?”

I smiled. “It’s either you stick to your wife or you get another girl.”

“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you’re dumping me for another guy.”


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Nice one.

Preye please be on your lane and allow others be on their own

Preye.....stay your lane ooo

Thanks for the update.

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Kudos.

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Kudos.

Thanks a lot.

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Nice update

He still looked confused. “So? What are you saying?”

I smiled. “It’s either you stick to your wife or you get another girl.”

“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you’re dumping me for another guy.”

See who was talking. He was supposed to be married and be faithful to his wife, wasn’t he?

But I was expecting him to say this. “The other guy will most likely marry me. You will not!”

That seemed to get him. He still looked like he had heard a very sad news. “Maybe we can meet in my place,” he offered. “Or hotel, or any other place you choose.”

I shook my head. I didn’t really like double dating and I would not do it for him.

Besides, I didn’t want him to spoil my ‘prospects’ with Richard.

At the close of work, I followed the staff bus, as usual. The traffic was heavy. I alighted from the bus at Anthony Bus Stop, took the pedestrian bridge to cross the expressway.

At the Anthony end of the Town Planning Way, I took a bike to my street. At the gate of the house, I met a young lady with a small traveling bag waiting.

“Good evening, ma’am,” she greeted.

I paid the bike man off. “Good evening. You’re looking for somebody?”

“I live here with my mum. I study at Uniben and just arrived Lagos, but mum is not yet at home. I knocked the gate, but no one seems around.”

“I’m the new tenant,” I announced and brought my keys out. From a hole, I put my two hands to unlock the gate from inside.

“You can come and wait in my flat while you wait for her,” I offered.

“Oh, thanks, aunty.”

I opened my apartment. “What’s your name?”

“Omon.”

“Have your seat.”

“Thanks, ma’am.”

I went to my bedroom to change from the office wear to casuals. I was soon back in the sitting-room.

“If you want water, there some in the fridge in the kitchen.”

“I’m okay, ma’am.”

I suddenly caught something in her eyes. The way she ogled my body sent instant messages to me. All the same, I decided to play it cool. I switched on the television and sat opposite her.

“You said you’re undergraduate. What course are you studying?”

“Sociology.”

I nodded. “That’s good. Are you on break or something?”

“Yes. For two weeks.”

I nodded again and stood up. It was time I started cooking. In the kitchen, I called Richard.

“Hello, darling.”

“Oh, honey,” he gushed. I was about to call you. The workload is much and I may come home late.”

“Oh, oh. I hope no too late.”

He laughed shortly across the line. “I hope so too. Don’t worry, anytime you see me, I will definitely make up for the lost time.”

I smiled. “Okay, dear.”

“See you.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t need to eat much. I was a lighter eater anyway, so Quaker oat mixed with milk and sugar would be okay.

I remembered I had a guest in the house.
“Omon,” I called. “Will you like to take some oat?”

There was a slight pause. “Okay, okay, ma’am.”

I remained in the kitchen to make the meal. Few minutes later, it was ready.

“Omon, come and take the food.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She came to the kitchen and I pointed at the tray. She took it and we moved to the dinning- table.

“When is your mum coming back home?” I asked.

“She said soon.”

Across the dining table, I studied her features. She could be more that twenty-two. Her pretty face was attractive, and so was her figure.

As I bisexual, I had no problem easily falling in love with a sexy, young lady. Again, I caught the look I had earlier seen in her eyes.


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Sade come and finish what you started ooo I most hear this Omon part oo

You wan do Omon again

Nice update.

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Interesting piece.

She came to the kitchen and I pointed at the tray. She took it and we moved to the dinning- table.

“When is your mum coming back home?” I asked.

“She said soon.”

Across the dining table, I studied her features. She could be more that twenty-two. Her pretty face was attractive, and so was her figure. As I bisexual, I had no problem easily falling in love with a sexy, young lady.

Again, I caught the look I had earlier seen in her eyes.

We took our meal.

“Your boyfriend must be proud of you,” I suddenly said.

She seemed to be surprised by my question.

After a couple of seconds, she replied, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

It was my turn to look surprised. “A pretty girl like you? Why?”

She smiled ruefully and shrugged. “I don’t like boyfriend.”

For a young lady to say that, she must either be a die-in-the-wood Christian or she was what I suspected she was. I smiled too.

“We can be friends,” I said and winked at her. “I mean good friends.”

She nodded. “You’re beautiful. That will be fantastic.”

I was now almost convinced, but not totally. After the meal, she cleared the table. I could hear the water running as she washed the plates and bowls.

After a couple of minutes, she came back to the sitting-room. She sat on the two-seater that she was sitting before. I gave her a minute and went to sit beside her there.

“Your hair is beautiful,” I said, tentatively touching her attached hair.

She smiled at me. “Yours is beautiful too, aunty.”

“Call me Kween.”

She nodded. “You’re beautiful, Kween.”

My hand moved from the hair to the base of her neck. Softly, I caressed the part. She didn’t cringe away.

Neither did she make a repugnant face. I smiled again. I had got the proof I needed.

I caressed the neck more and she purred. I slid my right hand to her short skirt and to her thigh. Omon rocked a little as I squeezed and kneaded the warm silky flesh of her thighs.

She did not just sit down there like a doll. Her hands came straight for my boobs and squeezed them.

The moment she did that, I felt excitement all over my body. I could feel a thrilling little pulse that seemed to shoot up and create a delightful tingle in my nipples. When I looked at her face, I knew that she was enjoying every part of this act as much as I did.

I could see what I recognized as blissful expression on her face.

Distantly, I could hear the outside gate open.

Moments later, her phone started to ring and we had to stop our frolicking. She removed the phone from her bag.

“It’s mum,” she said.

I had thought as much. “Answer the call.”

She nodded. “Hello, mum.”

Even from outside, I could hear her voice. “Omon, where’re you?”

“I’m at the new tenant’s flat.”

“I’m back.”

“Okay, mum. I’m coming.”

She cut the line and looked at me wistfully.

“Sorry, we will have to continue another time.”



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