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“Oh, I had something I wanted to ask you,” Onyeka says, feeling the heat forming on her cheeks. “Are you single?” she asks.

“Yes,” Ireti says, raising her perfectly trimmed blond eyebrow. “Why are you asking if you are not gay?”

“No, I’m not gay, what I am…” Onyeka says. “Uh, I’m pretty sure that I’m a cuckquean.”

“A what?” Ireti asks.

“A cuckquean,” Onyeka answers. She takes a calming breath and then starts to explain, “a woman who wants her husband to have affairs and who wants to watch her husband with another woman.”

“Are you serious?” Ireti asks.

“Yeah, I’m looking for a lover for my husband and, uh… I kinda… I want his lover to dominate and humiliate me too,” Onyeka confesses.

Ireti looks at her for a moment, and then she tilts her head. “I have a few questions. Is he taller than me?”

Onyeka nods. “He’s six feet four with solid muscle. He’s a forty-two-year-old man.”

“Oh, okay,” Ireti says. “Do you have a picture of him?”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” Onyeka says and takes her phone and plays with it for a moment. When she founds a good picture of her husband, she gives her phone to Ireti.

Ireti looks at the picture and then grins at Onyeka. “He’s hot, and I’ve never had sex with an older man.”

“So… you’re saying yes?”

“I’m not sure, I have to see him first,” Ireti said. “Maybe if you ask me for dinner at your house or something? That way I could meet him without any pressure, and we will see if he will be interested in me at all.”

“That is a good idea,” Onyeka says. “And what kind of a man wouldn’t want to have sex with you?”

“You will be surprised how many men think I’m too big. What kind of a man he is?”

Onyeka smiles at Ireti. “He’s a gentle and caring man, but I hope you like dominant men. Though Hassan doesn’t know it, he has a mile-wide dominant streak, it just is natural for him.”

A broad smile appears on Ireti’s plump red lips. “Okay… he does sound great. Tell me more about your fetish.”


During the dinner, Ireti cannot take her eyes off Hassan. Onyeka’s husband is a tall and handsome man with sexy stubble. The older man is oozing sex appeal. He is so close to her that she can smell his very manly scent. That alone makes her body shiver with arousal.

As she listens to him talking, Ireti feels the full weight of all the six months she’s been in involuntary celibacy. By the time they get to the balcony to drink wine while Hassan smokes a cigar and drinks cognac Ireti’s so horny that she barely can keep her hands off the handsome older man.

She glances at Onyeka, hoping that she has not changed her mind about their plan.

The older woman grins at her and then she says, “So, Ireti, what do you think? Are you willing to give my husband his birthday gift?”

“Oh, God, yes,” Ireti whimpers.

“What are you two talking about?” Hassan, Onyeka’s husband, asks.

Onyeka lets out a strangled groan. “About your birthday gift,” she says as she and Ireti look at each other. They had talked a lot about Onyeka’s fetish and sex fantasies, and Onyeka had given Ireti three code words. Each one representing one of Onyeka’s fantasy. Then Onyeka turns to look at her husband. “Hassan, Ireti is a sexy princess, isn’t she?”

Ireti feels her nipples beading against her bra; Onyeka had just told her that she wanted to be dominated and humiliated by her. Feeling nervous, Ireti smiles at Hassan. “Hassan, what your wife is trying to tell is that your birthday is on Sunday, but she is giving your present now; I’m your birthday present.”

Hassan blinks a few times. “Um… what?”

“Ireti here is your birthday present,” Onyeka says, and Ireti shivers when her hand travels down her side to her hip. “Isn’t she gorgeous?”

“God,” Hassan says. “What do you mean she’s my birthday present?”

Ireti takes a deep breath and then says, “Just what it sounds like. You can do what you want with me as long as your wife can watch us. Onyeka is giving me as your birthday present.”

“And I want you and her to humiliate me while you do fuck each other,” Onyeka says.

“Christ,” Hassan says, staring at Ireti’s tits. Then he shakes his head and turns to Onyeka. “Honey, what kind of game is this?”

“No game,” Onyeka says. “Ireti is yours, and I will not be angry regardless of what you do with her. She is your birthday present and how can I be angry if you use the present, I’m giving it to you?”

“Are you serious?” Hassan asks.

“Deadly,” Onyeka says. “do not worry. This is not a ploy or anything. This is as much of a present to me as it is to you. I want to watch you with her, I really, really want to watch you fucking Ireti, okay?”

Hassan stares at his wife for a long moment, and then she turns to Ireti. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-one,” Ireti replies.

“Jesus-Christ, you’re just a girl,” Hassan says, taking a sip from his whiskey. Ireti blushes when Hassan’s eyes travel over her body. She is dressed in a yellow dress, but she feels as if she is naked under Hassan’s intense gaze. “A gorgeous little girl, though.”

Ireti feels her heart skipping a beat. The honestly said ‘gorgeous little girl’ is the best compliment she’s ever gotten. She knows that she’s a big and plump girl, taller than most men, and overly voluptuous is the sweetest thing anyone ever had said about her body. Even after she became somewhat famous as a plus-size model, men still called her plump, puffy, or chubby.

She was anything but little, and men never called her little girl.

Except Hassan did, but, then again, he is a big man, three or four inches taller than her 6’1 and build like a Greek god; broad shoulders, big arms, long and strong legs. His body looks to be hard as a rock, a wall of solid muscle. Standing before Hassan, Ireti feels like she’s a little girl. He looks at his wife. “And you want to be humiliated by us?”

“Yes,” Still kneeling Onyeka says.

Hassan turns back to Ireti. “So, little girl, you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh, Yeah,” Ireti says, and on a whim, she continues. “Daddy, let me, like, you know,” she says with a high-pitched girl voice, “show you how I can give you pleasures that the old bitch never can!”

“Christ,” Hassan moans as he looks at Ireti sucking her finger. “Honey, are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Do you want her?” Onyeka says.

“Yeah,” Hassan says. “Onyeka, call me Sir and Ireti, continue calling me Daddy. I like how that sounds.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Ireti says. “Hey, old bitch, your hubby is, like, totally out of your league! He’s, like, a Greek God! You’re not worthy of him,” she says, and then pouts at Hassan. “Daddy, I need something to suck!” she says and to illustrate her need for sucking she sucks her middle finger deep into her mouth as seductively as she can.

“Christ,” Hassan moans as he looks at Ireti sucking her finger. “Honey, are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Do you want her?” Onyeka asks unbuckling his belt.

“Yes, yes, I do,” Hassan says looking down at his crotch. “What are you doing?”

“Our little girl wants something in her mouth,” Onyeka says pulling her husband’s semi-hard cock out. “Here you are, Ireti, suck on this.”

“Yay!” Ireti says as she kneels before Hassan. “Oh my god! Look at that! At least eight or nine inches! And it’s not even hard yet! Now that’s what I call a cock!” She cheerfully declares.

Hassan’s cock is not just the biggest she has ever seen, it is beautiful too, with an imposing girth and length. And it is growing thicker and longer. Ireti reaches to feel the foreskin covering the head of the cock. She pulls it back to reveal the perfectly shaped glistening pink head. His dick instantly swells at her touch.

Ireti feels how her pussy is soaking, getting ready to be ruthlessly fucked by the massive cock only inches away from her face. Taking a grip of the veined shaft with both hands, she laps her tongue around the head of the cock, then she opens her mouth wide and slides his cock between her lips.

As Ireti pushes her face down the shaft, she feels all the bumps and ridges and veins on the shaft slide through her lips as the cock sinks deeper into her mouth.

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