Aisha had been excited about the party for months, but when Lanre finally lit the grill, she just wanted everyone to go so she could fuck him. The way he laughed and talked, with his deep, smooth voice, made her heart beat faster.
His eyes lit up whenever he cracked his favourite jokes with the guests. She had heard those jokes so many times she could say them herself, but she never got tired of that bright sparkle in his eyes or the big smile that came from his charming personality.
The relaxed firmness in each handshake, the smooth ease in every hug, and the skilled way he handled pouring drinks or flipping steaks.
And of course, there was his body, she had been craving since the party started. His tight butt in those white pants she made him wear, his strong chest and arms in his new shirt. Lanre unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. He knew that would turn her on. By the time she saw it, she was already dressed in a modest, calf-length dress with all the buttons fastened at the top, and guests had begun to arrive.
She appeared modest on the outside but was feeling naughty inside. She wondered if Lanre felt the same, and when he looked at her after lighting the barbecue, she sensed he did.
He smiled brightly, and she could tell his eyes held a special spark just for her. As he looked at her across the patio, it felt like they were the only two there. Aisha blushed and quickly comported herself.
Oh my God, I really want him, she thought. The heat was intense and all over her body, starting from her private area and spreading everywhere, up to her head, down to her toes, and out to her fingertips.
Someone called out, “Larry!” Lanre turned around, and that was the end of their quiet moment. It hadn’t always been like this, with so little time just for themselves. When they first got married, they had plenty of time together. As they worked their way up their jobs, they spent almost all their free time together, usually in bed, or the shower, or on the couch, or leaning on the kitchen counter…
Aisha thought to herself that things had changed. As Lanre became more successful, he started going to more social events like this barbecue.
The mental pictures of their sexual adventures as newlyweds kept replaying in Aisha’s mind, making it hard for her to focus. So, she decided to quietly slip away to the bathroom to relieve herself. It was just a quick break, nothing but Lanre’s dick would satisfy her, but this would do. She politely excused herself and hurried upstairs. Every step she took made her more aware of how wet she was, and she could feel her damp black panties. Her nipples were hard and pressing against her bra as she hurried up the stairs.
She closed and locked the door, pulled up her dress, and jumped onto the counter. She already felt her panties were wet from desire. She moved her panties aside and started touching herself, finding her clitoris easily. She softly moaned as she pressed her clit. Pleasure built up within her as she reached climax. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about calming a fire inside her.
By the afternoon, Aisha’s sexual energy had built up so much that it only took a few minutes for her to reach orgasm. She had to hold back a loud moan and then a scream as her orgasm hit her, trembling on the bathroom counter. Afterwards, she got up, fixed her clothes, washed her hands, and went back to the party, knowing she wouldn’t be able to wait much longer to be properly fucked.
The afternoon seemed to go on forever. Aisha got hornier. Things got worse because Lanre looked more attractive as the evening went on. His face looked brighter and more lively the more he talked to their guests. At one point, she realised she was staring at his muscles while he was flipping steaks and sausages. She daydreamed about him using those strong arms to do things with his hands, kneading, squeezing, and even… well, you get the idea. She only stopped staring when a friend had to call her name three times to get her attention.
Aisha was sure that Lanre’s white pants were fitting more tightly on his butt than they had earlier that day.
She was about to go to the bathroom again when the last guests said they were done for the night. Aisha saw them off and then went back to the yard, where she saw Lanre starting to pack up the dishes.
She asked, “Really? We’re going to do the dishes now? After wanting to fuck each other all day?”
“I just thought…I mean…..”
She suddenly stopped him with a deep, intense kiss.
As she kissed Lanre, her body responded with vigorous passion, she realised she needed him now. Lanre seemed to feel the same, breaking the kiss and turning her so his erection pressed against her ass. Aisha moaned as he kissed her neck, and she moved her hips, trying to find the right spot between her legs. She giggled when his breath tickled her neck. He spun her around, lifted her onto the table, and pushed up her dress. Her giggles turned into a breathless moan as he quickly kissed his way up her thighs.
She wanted to let it happen and felt she needed to, but she couldn’t, not out here. She was worried a neighbour might hear the moans, sighs, and noises, like skin slapping and kissing, and come outside to check.
She brushed her hand through his hair and then softly pushed him away.
“Inside, my love. We don’t want to disturb the neighbours.”
Without saying a word, Lanre picked her up, holding her under her hips, and carried her inside. She could smell his cologne and feel his warm, skin against her face as she rested her head on his shoulder. Now, instead of being behind her, his erection pressed against her, rubbing against her wet folds and her clit. He set her down at the bottom of the stairs leading to their bedroom and slid his hand up her dress. His hand cupped her vulva and rubbed over her damp panties, giving just the right amount of pressure, making her moan. Lanre kissed her deeply, muffling her sounds as his desire took over, his lips and tongue pressing into her, as if he wanted to take her completely. It was clear he wasn’t making things easy for her, especially with their nosy neighbours nearby.
“Upstairs, daddy, upstairs,” she said, though her mind was foggy and full of desire, making it hard to focus except on Lanre’s hands on her body. She managed to pull herself away but reached the first step before he caught up to her, pushing her against the wall. He lifted her dress and moved her panties aside, then knelt, his warm breath feeling hot against her thighs. Lanre’s tongue quickly slid into her, rough and urgent. He squeezed her ass, pulling them apart a bit to get better access, wanting to taste every part of her wet pussy.
She softly moaned as he licked and sucked. Nothing felt as good as his warm, strong tongue, which moved more and more forcefully. The wetter she got, the faster he went. Then, suddenly, she felt nothing. Before she knew it, he had easily slid into her, his hard dick stretching her just right, as he always did.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned softly into her ear as he grabbed her hips and pushed into her. His pent-up desire, built up from hours of waiting and the barbecue, made him thrust harder. His strong, smooth member moved inside her, filling her. She thought his tongue was enough to give her pleasure, but she was wrong. It was his cock, every inch of it, that was making her feel amazing with each push, sending sparks of pleasure through her.
“Oh shit, daddy,” Aisha moaned, leaning forward as much as she could, making him go deeper. With each thrust, he felt every inch of her pussy. Lanre tried to keep going a bit longer, but then he pulled back and whispered, “I want to taste you again.” The words stayed in her mind, and she realised she needed to taste him.
They only made it to the second step before she had to. She pushed him against the wall, knelt on the stairs, and took him into her mouth. Lanre let out a soft moan as she softly licked from underneath, just barely touching him to tease, just like he had made her feel earlier when she was two floors above. She licked all over his dick, as if trying get a taste of her own juices and his pre-cum and then flicked her tongue at the very tip, again teasing with light, quick touches.
But she didn’t tease him for long; she didn’t even have the patience for it. She placed her hands on his thighs to steady herself and started to suck him vigorously, pulling away until just the tip of his dick remained in her mouth, and then took every inch of his dick. She leaned her nose into his hips, enjoying his smell, feeling excited and eager for him to fuck her again.
The sound of their rendezvous echoed loudly in the small stairwell: Lanre’s groans and Aisha’s soft moans blended with the steady noise of wet sucking as his dick plunged in and out of her mouth. She really enjoyed the sounds, the feel, and especially the taste. But she also needed to be filled again, somewhere where Lanre’s dick could fill her completely.
She looked up at him, licking her lips and smiling. His eyes were still closed as he focused. She stood up, took his hand, and pulled him to their bed. At last, no guests, no neighbours, no stairs.
They quickly took off their clothes. She lay down, spread her knees, and pulled her legs back. He licked and kissed her pussy more passionately than before on the stairs, and now that she was lying back, he had more space between her legs, able to relax and be more open so he could make sure every part of her pussy was reached. She held his hands while he grabbed her butt, squeezing it, then pulling softly toward her chest.
Lanre didn’t need any more obvious clues. He stood up, aimed his dick at her wet entrance, and then pushed inside. She screamed in pleasure, and he grunted loudly. He thrust inside her, and she raised her hips. He leaned down and kissed one of her breasts, and she took it and pushed it toward his mouth.
His lips were still wet and shiny from her pussy, as he softly bit her nipples. Then he raised his head and put his hands on each side of her moving body. Aisha knew what was about to happen, and then it did: he fucked her rough and hard, like he was trying to push her through the headboard. Every time he thrust, it was like a small shock that moved through her, making her feel waves of sensation from her pussy all the way through her body. It wouldn’t be long now before he made her cum.
She held his head in her hands, maybe squeezing too hard, but she didn’t mind. The tension was building up inside her. Each thrust from him was a burst of pleasure running through her. Out of nowhere, came her instinctive scream as she reached her climax, trembling and shaking.
She collapsed, breathing hard, and slowly relaxed, feeling completely satisfied. This was exactly what she had wanted and needed all day since they woke up: to be alone. Alone with their kisses, touches, and feelings, and their hungry desire. Just them, with their sighs, moans, and breathing, sharing their love and passion.
Her quick trip to the bathroom earlier was just a tiny snack, nothing compared to the big feast Lanre had been planning for her since the last guest left. There were small treats on the stairs, the main meal on the bed, and for dessert.
Lanre, the chef and food lover, enjoyed smelling and tasting. He was quickly back between her legs after her body stopped shaking, licking and licking her. She knew he would smell her desire as he used his tongue.
They were in bed, with Lanre between her legs, touching her softly. He was very skilled with his hands, not just in the kitchen. He made light work of her pussy, kneading, squeezing, rubbing, and massaging it. She couldn’t take it anymore and started pushing his face down, wanting him to taste her so she could finally relax and feel good. Lanre was good with words and with his hands. He made her feel so good, and when she was done, he looked at her and smiled.
He was definitely doing a great job tonight. Even after making her cum, she was about to have another orgasm while he was licking and tasting her, enjoying her before he entered her again. That’s part of Lanre’s skill, giving her a mix of his gentle tongue and his hard dick.
He moved up her body, kissing her deeply and tasting her. Then he entered her. The feeling was very different, his erect dick filling her contrasted with the gentle, light kisses of his tongue. He moved his hips freely, eager to reach his climax, focused only on that. He grunted as he thrust, and the sounds of their bodies together echoed loudly in the room.
“Oh fuckk!” he shouted suddenly and pulled out quickly. He knew she loved the feeling of his cum on her, the sign of his desire and passion for her. And when he came on her ass and thighs, it sent her over the edge as well.
She took a deep breath with each drop of his hot cum, then turned to him as he moved closer on the bed, and they kissed each other deeply as they came off their orgasm.
Aisha said, “Dinner was really good, honey, but the dessert was amazing,”. Lanre smiled.
“It’s so good to be alone at last”
Written by Sixtie9ine
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