My uncle was the only man sleeping with me, having a feel of sister Margaret’s husband won’t be a bad idea, I thought to myself. But I needed to be very careful, he might not be as easy as my uncle.
Later that night, after they finished the family prayer, we all chorused goodnight and turned in for the night, I was about to lock the door to our room, when sister Margaret walked in and told me to follow her, I told my sister not to wait up and obediently followed Margaret. She took me into her bedroom, I was surprised to notice it was empty, I kept looking towards the bathroom to see if her husband will walk out, she noticed how uneasy I was, “Nne m, calm down, my husband won’t be in until 1am, he stays up watching CNN, and he does that in the parlour, to avoid disturbing me while I sleep. I was able to come up with #20,000, that’s all I have in this house, I really need to have you, please.
I won’t be able to sleep, knowing you are in this house and we didn’t have love, you’ve starved me for months now” she handed me the money and began kissing me, she was practically all over me, with hands and mouth.
I didn’t say a word, I dropped the money on the floor and gave in to her, I fully reciprocated and more, all the while, my mind was in her handsome husband sitting all alone in the parlour. I knew what sister Margaret wanted was to c-m, so that she could sleep.
I pulled away from her to lock the door, then I made her lay on the bed and feasted on her with reckless abandon, as an older woman, she has a very thick v—-a that always covers my face each time am on her, and she tries to push my face harder into it, especially when my tongue is hitting the right button, and I always stop to complain, because it feels like am being suffocated, breathing becomes so hard for me, but that night, I didn’t even complain, I bore it all, as I gave her the best head ever, with a greater goal in mind, which was her husband.
As I s—-d, I put my hands forward and played with her n—–s, while she used a pillow to cover her mouth from screaming out loud, it was past 10pm and sister Margaret is a very s£xual screamer like her daughter, but they try so well to suppress it. Less than 15 minutes later, she had c-m and was panting like someone that just did a marathon. I wiped my mouth with the back of my left hand, picked up the money and walked out, without saying a word to her.
When I got into the room, my sister was already asleep, I quickly showered and wore a very transparent shirt dress, I was still wearing my slippers when I heard my phone vibrate on the table, it was an sms from sister Margaret which read, “Thanks for making my night. It’s your turn to be s—-d, tomorrow night” I turned off the phone and slowly walked out.
The house is a very big one, but not as big as my Aunty’s own, it’s a duplex with 3 different sitting rooms, I went to the one we prayed, the place was dark, I decided to check the other one very close to the kitchen, that was when I saw the light from the television coming through the slightly opened door. I looked inside and saw him seated comfortably, tapping his phone, while his eyes were glued to the TV screen.
I walked into the kitchen, turned on the light, sat on the floor and began to finger myself, I m0aned so loud to attract his attention. I am not a big fan of masturbation, I had so many people f—–g me so there was no need to do myself, but I had to that night, just to draw him out, all I needed to see was his reaction, that would determine my next move.
I continued to finger myself and m0an loudly, with my eyes slightly closed. It was not up to 3 minutes, when I felt a soft tap on my shoulder, “Amaka! What in God’s name are you doing to yourself?” Bam!!! That was the junior pastor of our church, sister Margaret’s husband.
I opened my eyes, faking shock and quickly got up to face him…
To be continued…