Wild Night With My Sister's Husband

The sun was hot, much hotter than a typical Lagos afternoon sun as I traveled down Omole estate to my destination. The Okada man drove me around a tangle of interconnected streets till it eventually came to a stop in from of a cream-colored one storey building at my command. I hopped down, my sunglasses still perched on my face to protect my eyes from the worst of the sun rays. I wiped my forehead with a face towel, collected my luggage placed in front of the bike man and dropped it on the ground. I pulled out a thousand Naira note from my purse and gave it to him then waited to collect my change. He was moving too slow for my liking so I said, “Oga abeg do fast. This sun dey burn my body.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Fine Aunty. No vex, na better money I dey find for you. You know say Buhari don spoil all the 100 Naira note wey dey this Nigeria.” I took the 600 Naira he gave me and turned around with my luggage for the black gate of the house. “Chai! This aunty!” I heard the bike man say as I walked. “You fine well well o. ” I ignored him and shook my head. “Dey there dey look my body oo. No go find money wey you go take give your wife this night.” He laughed again and said, “Chai!” then drove off. I knocked on the gate first in case someone was perhaps moving around the compound at the time. When there was no response, I proceeded to hit the door bell placed just beside the human entrance. Less than a minute after, the gate made a clanking sound and was pulled back to reveal my older sister, Amaka. She was surprised to see me but immediately recovered and moved aside for me to walk in. “Oluchi, why didn’t you tell me you were coming today? I would have come to pick you up from the airport.” She chided as we walked. I laughed at her tone and told her it was fine. We walked into the house together. She took my bag and dragged it upstairs to the room I had stayed in before when I was last here. I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge in search of something sweet and cold. I settled for a pack of 5Alive, drank nearly half the content in one go and then gave a long sigh of relief as the liquid traveled down my throat to take residence in my belly. “That sun was very hot, eh?” My sister asked, coming to stand in front of me against the kitchen counter. “You have no idea.” “Ah ah, Amaka, Wetin Desmond dey give you chop? Why is your breast getting big like this?” I grabbed her boobs through her clothing and weighed them. They had definitely gotten bigger. My sister and I have always been very open about our bodies and our sex lives so I knew body-wise we could have been twins. Not anymore. While my ass were now just a little bit bigger than my hers, her boobs were now more than a quarter size bigger than mine. She pushed my hands away and blushed profusely. “My baby takes good care of me.” I knew exactly what that meant. According to the stories she had told me, Desmond seemed to have a fascination for her breast. Three bottles of wine on her last visit to my place in Port Harcourt had led to steamy narrations of her husband apparent unending sexual appetite for her boobs. Sucking, licking, fucking and cuming all over them after sex were among his favorite things to do. I had gotten so hot that night thinking of them together, I had spent hours riding my Love Machine before I was calm enough to sleep. When I first met Desmond, I didn’t know he was dating my sister. He was calm and focused. Had one of those smiles that made you think of hot naughty things even though his character made him seem like he was too gentle and innocent. I had always had a thing for him since then but I never let it on. They had gotten married less than a year after that day and I let the attraction go. If there was one thing that I was always reminded of whenever I visited them, it was that he loved her dearly. We chatted a while longer before moving to the living room. I asked about how she was and her voluntary work for an NGO and she asked about mine. I’m a computer programmer at Andela Nigeria. My team and I have been developing a software for a multi-national and had a presentation scheduled for this week, hence my visit to Lagos. We spent the rest of the day talking about people and friends and things. Eventually coming to stop in my sex life much to my chagrin. I hadn’t been seeing anyone for the last three months so my love life was among my least favorite topics. And not as a result of lack of suitor, God knew those were unending. The problem was I somehow manage to find a way to discredit each one of them. Either they were too caring, too gentle, too nice, didn’t Bleep as hard as I wanted or some other silly reason. In truth, I haven’t been feeling very aroused around men recently so I had gone on a self imposed celibacy vow. We had dinner later that night, pounded yam and Egusi, my favorite. My sister went to bed early and I remained on the couch with my laptop to work on a few things. Few minutes past ten, the main door clicked and opened in from the outside. Desmond walked in, briefcase in hand and looking utterly exhausted. “Hey Babe.” He said, “Sorry I’m late, work went longer than I expected.” I looked over at him from the couch and he saw my face and smiled. “Oluchi!” He asked, surprised “Wow, When did you come in?” “Today.” I responded and walked towards him. “Come and hug me joor.” He laughed in a husky way and for some reason I found it sexy. I walked into his arms after he dropped the suitcase and hugged him back when he put his hands around me. He smelt like male sweat and fast food. “How was your trip?” He asked against me and pulled back. “Fine. You look tired. Your wife is upstairs asleep. Do you want me to serve your food?” He looked like he was going to kiss me in thanks. “Yes, please. I don’t think I can move to the kitchen and back before I sleep off but I don’t want to stress you.” “Nonsense. Sit down.” I moved to the kitchen and microwaved the already served food my sister had layed out and brought it to the dining table where Desmond was already sitting going through his phone. I walked back to my seat and left him to eat in silence. Much shorter than I expected, he was done. Looking much better but still tired. “So, how long do we have you for?” He asked and sat down beside me. “A while.” I said. “Three months. New Project. ” “Hey Des! Wake up. Time to get you upstairs to your wife.” He barely moved so I tapped his cheek as gently as I could without actually slapping him. He stirred at that, looked me in the eyes and groaned. It looked like he was about to fall asleep again so I took his arms and pulled. He was a big guy so I couldn’t move him much. I somehow managed to get him up and lead him up the stairs. We negotiated it easily without much issues except when his hands accidentally grazed my ass while searching for the railing for support. We got to their bedroom and he murmured something that might have been a thank you. I went back downstairs for my laptop and moved to my room. The bed was already made so I just climbed into it without taking off my clothes and passed out. It seemed like I had slept for nearly half a day but when I checked the time, it was only few minutes past 6. I was parched, could feel my throat burn from dehydration, so I crawled out of bed for the kitchen. Less than two minutes later, I had another 5alive juice in my hand going down my throat. The taste was divine. I took it with me back to my room because I still felt lethargic from lack of proper sleep. And that’s when I heard the sound, I was at the top of the stairs and it was coming from the room adjacent from where I stood, my sister’s bedroom. Nosy as ever, I inched closer and put my ears to the door. At first it sounded like voices arguing, then someone begging which was strange because my sister and her husband never argued. So I listened again. It took a while but I eventually recognized the sounds for what it was. They were having sex. And from the sounds of it, rough morning sex. I was instantly turned on. I’ve never seen or heard them having sex since I started visiting even though I knew they did it while I was around. I had an internal debate on the merits of giving them privacy and satisfying my curiosity. My curiosity won. I searched around the door for a pin-hole or an opening I could look through but didn’t find any. Seemed like I was going to have to do this old school, like the times we still lived together and she would bring guys home to Bleep. I squatted down and peeked through the keyhole of the doorknob hopeful to God for the key on the other side to be removed. It was. Their bed was just across the room so I had a clear view of it. Desmond was on his back and my sister was on top of him, riding him like an animal in heat. He had his hands on her breast and was slowly squeezing them. She leaned forward so he could suck them and kept on riding him. I stood up, my hands already on my breast unconsciously, my nipples painfully hard. I squeezed and the sensation nearly had me crying out. I had very sensitive breasts. Mild squeaking sounds emerged from the room and my mind wandered to what position they were in now. She on her back, her on her face with him behind or was she just riding his face. That seemed to be my sister’s favorite. I could feel the juice in my pussy trickle down my legs Rest of the story here

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