Then, just as he was contemplating warning her that he was about to come in her mouth, she detached from him and raised her body up, her right hand still firmly stroking his cock. She kept rising until her face was just inches from his and the tip of his cock was pressed up against her right breast.
Then she repeated what she had said the day before: “Come for me, Emeka.”
It was as if she was in total control of his body. On command, he felt his orgasm taking him. “Oh god, Iveren…” he gasped as he came hard. With her hand still firmly on his cock, she pointed it at her nipple. Emeka’s cum shot out and splashed across her breast, much of it dripping back down onto Emeka’s t-shirt.
After it was clear he was done, Iveren flashed a big smile, wiped the cum on her breasts off Emeka’s shirt, and quickly stood up and pulled her tank top back on. Then she turned and headed toward the door.
“I’m off for my jogging, Emeka. See you in an hour or so. And don’t be afraid to ask tomorrow.” With that she was gone, leaving Emeka in a puddle of his cum.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Emeka looked at a few houses, FaceTimed with the girls, and met up with some other friends for drinks. But the whole time he was thinking about Iveren, wondering what would happen the next day, wishing he had more than the two days left on this trip.
The next morning Emeka slept in a little later than normal. When he finally came downstairs, around 9:45 a.m., the house was empty. Odeh had long since gone to work and Iveren didn’t seem to be home. Emeka cursed himself for sleeping in. He had a job interview in an hour and plans for the rest of the day. If he had missed his opportunity to be alone with Iveren, he was going to regret it for a long time.
Emeka dug out his laptop and set it up in the kitchen to do some emailing. After about fifteen minutes, the sliding glass back door opened and Iveren came in. The sight of her nearly took Emeka’s breath away. She had been out jogging.
She was wearing a tight little pair of jogging shorts, sneakers, a sports bra, and nothing else. Her hair was pulled back in a long ponytail and the sweat glistened on her skin in the natural light of the room. She smiled warmly upon seeing him as she walked to the sink across from him and poured herself a glass of water.
“I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up,” she said, still slightly out of breath from her jog.
The sight of her so caught up Odeh that an awkwardly long silence ensued before he remembered to say anything back. Eventually, he managed to say “I was out with my guys last night; had a little too much to drink.”
When she finished downing the glass of water, she gave him a quick up-and-down glance.
“Welp, it looks like someone’s happy to see me.”
Emeka looked down and noticed for the first time that not only did he have an obvious erection, but his hand was touching it through his shorts. He quickly let go, slightly embarrassed, though not nearly as embarrassed as he would have been yesterday or the day before.
“Should I interpret that as your way of asking for something?” Iveren asked, giggling playfully. Emeka gave her a sheepish smile, and she motioned for him to come over to her. Emeka did as he was told, getting off his stool and walking over to where she was standing, the bulge in his shorts now even more obvious as he walked.
She was still drinking her glass of water with her left hand, but as soon as he got to within two feet of her, she reached out with her other hand and cupped his crotch area, feeling his erection through his shorts.
With just one hand, she quickly undid his button and fly and with a quick tug, his shorts fell to the floor. Then she pulled his boxers down too, freeing his cock. Still drinking from the glass, she casually reached out and grabbed his cock and tugged it a little, as if seeing just how hard it was.
Then Iveren turned toward the sink, dumped the rest of her water out, and put the glass down on the counter. As she did so, she said
“I hope you don’t mind, Emeka, but I’m tired and sweaty, so I’m going to need you to do most of the work this time.” Still facing toward the sink, she reached down and shimmied out of her jogging shorts, letting them fall to her ankles. She had no underwear. Emeka gaped at her now exposed ass and legs, so tight and so perfect, and like the rest of her, glistening with sweat.
Before he could process what was happening, Iveren had placed her hands on the sink in front of her and leaned forward until her ass was pressed right up against Emeka’s cock. Emeka, almost involuntarily, began to move his hips, causing his cock to slide up and down against the crack of her ass, which was slick with sweat. He couldn’t believe this was happening and was beyond turned on.
After thirty seconds or so of this, Iveren looked back over her shoulder at him and said, “Emeka, it’s okay. Put it in me.”
Emeka wasn’t sure he had ever had a more powerful urge to do anything in his entire life than he did to thrust his cock inside of her at that moment. And when he finally did, it was every bit as amazing as he had imagined. It had been so long that he had all but forgotten what it was like to be inside a woman. There was truly nothing better in this world.
As soon as he had guided his cock inside her, he grabbed her hips firmly with both hands and began to thrust, slowly at first, but with increasing urgency.
Occasionally, Iveren would look back over her shoulder and smile encouragingly. One of her hands reached back and rested on top of his. Her hips moved in rhythm with his, matching his thrusts. Beads of sweat ran down her back and into the crack of her ass.
Emeka was in such a state of hyper-arousal that he was surprised he lasted even 15 seconds, but after a few minutes, he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. Sensing this perfectly, yet again, Iveren reached back and grabbed the base of his cock, repeating that same line:
“Come for me, Emeka.”
“Oh ffff-fuck” Emeka bellowed as his knees buckled and he came hard. At that moment, Iveren expertly guided his cock out of her pussy and back onto the crack of her ass. Emeka’s cum shot across her ass and onto the small of her back.
Once he had finished, Iveren stood up and turned around. She gave him a warm smile, kissed him on the cheek, and then headed up to take a shower.
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The next day was Thursday, the last day of Emeka’s trip. He had forgotten that Odeh had agreed to take the day off to go swimming with him. As much as he had been looking forward to going out on the river again, now that he was there, he couldn’t help but worry that it might cost him his last opportunity to be alone with Iveren.
And she was all he could think about. As he stood in the stream, alone with his thoughts, his mind kept returning again and again to her, to her naked breasts, to her sweat-soaked hips, to the way she touched him and looked at him as he came. She was so unbelievably sexy.
But the more he thought about his encounters with her, the more he realized that her demeanour, her body language and expressions, they weren’t those of a lover. They were those of a nurse or a healer. What she was doing was all one-way, it was all for him. She was giving, giving him what she thought he needed. And she was right.
He needed it desperately. But these were acts of love and friendship, not lust; they were the equivalent of bandaging up a wound. At no point had he ever seen any real lust in her eyes. Playfulness? Sure. Mischief? Definitely. Genuine compassion? No doubt. But never lust. Never desire.
And now that his long-hibernating libido had awakened, it was that mutual desire that he so desperately wanted to experience again.
While Emeka enjoyed his time out on the river, it was just as he had feared; he had no opportunity to be alone with Iveren that day. By the time they got back to the house, it was mid-afternoon. Iveren was off doing some errands, and Odeh began preparing dinner for them. Emeka and Odeh sat on the back porch drinking beer and reminiscing. It was a perfect day, and Emeka really enjoyed Odeh’s company.
He still had not really come to grips with the fact that he had fucked his best friend’s wife. He was somehow able to compartmentalize his encounters with the two of them, to convince himself that he hadn’t violated any code of friendship, that it was all somehow okay.
Hadn’t she said during the massage that Odeh wanted her to give him a happy ending? Assuming that was the truth, is it possible Odeh approved of the other encounters as well? While Emeka desperately wanted to believe that, he was sceptical.
At around 5:00, Iveren returned. She was radiant, wearing a blue cotton sun dress that didn’t leave very much to the imagination. She seemed to be in a great mood from the moment she arrived. She was playful and flirtatious. They all had several drinks, enjoyed an amazing meal of smoked fish and fresh fruit and vegetables, and generally were getting along splendidly. It was after dinner that things took an unexpected turn.
Iveren produced from her purse three little bags and waived them in front of Emeka and Odeh. It had been a very long time since he had seen any, but Emeka recognized the contents immediately as molly. He had only had them twice in his life, both times during his university days, but he still remembered those experiences fondly. They were unlike anything else he had ever experienced.
“I got a bag for each of us. Just enough to do the trick. Are you guys game?”
Emeka looked at Odeh and they both shrugged. Why the hell not?
A few minutes later they had each swallowed the content of their baggies and washed them down with half a bottle of beer. Emeka couldn’t remember how long it took these things to work or even what it felt like. But he was excited. He hadn’t done anything this impulsive since…well…probably when he fucked his best friend’s wife over the kitchen sink the day before.
The anticipation was the worst part, but sure enough, about 20 minutes later, Emeka started to see the first tracers in his field of vision, streaks of colour that reminded him of the lines a rocket would make when it jumped to warp speed.
It was nearing sunset, and, like Iveren and Odeh alongside him, Emeka sat in a chair in the backyard, looking out at the large expanse of land, with the lake looming in the background like a painting. It would have been a spectacularly beautiful sight without any help, but in his current state, it may have been the most singularly beautiful thing that Emeka had ever seen.
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