Tosin decided to get active with the last ounce of strength in her, she rocked her ass back and met his thrust, their bodies clapping as they met. She didn’t just jam her ass back against her boss; she also decided to bounce her big, juicy ass on his dick, causing it to shake recklessly as he slammed her cheek recklessly with each hard thrust he pushed into her. Mrs Kukoyi had eased herself from beneath her and was cleaning off Tosin’s squirt from her face with her night rope.
Then he pulled out almost all the way—just his tip barely inside and then slammed back in. Tosin screamed, air left her lungs like she’d been punched, her entire body jolting upward with the force. Her thighs flew open wider on instinct, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets as he pinned her down with his hands on her back and destroyed her.
“Oh fuck, sir”
He did it again, pulled out slowly until it was just the tip left in her, then he slammed in hard again. The bed creaked beneath them, her breath caught, her body shook. But she loved it, she loved every brutal, deep, punishing thrust, every second of being stretched and filled and used. She never knew sex could feel this raw, this real, like something was breaking loose inside her, and she didn’t want to stop it.
He groaned, his hands releasing her back and grabbing her hips instead, using them for leverage as he slammed into her over and over, no mercy, no hesitation.
He slammed deep once more—then again and again—hard enough to bounce her on the mattress, her breath hitching with every brutal thrust. Tosin snapped, her orgasm hit like an explosion, ripping through her with a raw scream as her pussy clenched around him, body twitching and jerking.
He didn’t stop, he kept going, hips pistoning until the muscles in his stomach tensed, his groan turned guttural.
“Can I fill her up? He asked his wife, and she gave him a quick nod as she appeared to be pleased and eager to see her husband shoot his seed in another woman
“Do it,” Mrs Kukoyi said. “Give her all of it.”
With one final thrust, deep, all the way in, he came hard inside her, pulsing thick and hot as he moaned her name, burying his face in her back.
Tosin’s body trembled again at the heavenly feeling of his seed as it splashed into her insides. She was too weak and fell over on the bed, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and each breath came ragged and loud. She clutched her stomach as if trying to hold herself together, mouth open, gasping for air. A clean sheen of sweat clung to her skin, and her nostrils flared with every desperate inhale. It sounded like her lungs were racing to catch up with her heartbeat.
The sheets were messy, the room smelled like sweat and skin and sin. Sweaty, fucked out, broken wide open. Tosin was still breathing hard against her back, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were still trembling.
Mrs Kukoyi began to applaud slowly, the sound echoing through the room like a satisfied sigh. Her face was lit with a sultry, triumphant glow, lips parted on a smile that bordered on wicked. On the bed, her husband stayed on his knees, chest heaving, breaths coming in sharp, uneven bursts as he struggled to steady himself.
His wife moved closer, sliding into his space. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and their lips met in a deep, fiery kiss—hungry, wet and unrestrained. Their bodies pressed together, hands roaming with urgent need, touching and grabbing like they were rediscovering each other for the first time.
Tosin watched, spellbound. There was something raw and magnetic about the way they moved, the way he handled his wife, the way she melted into him. She had felt that intensity earlier with her madam but not with her boss. But now she knew why she heard those sounds of pleasure her madam made whenever they made love; now she knew better. Oga Fred was a machine in human form, and his thrusting was unmatched. Even at Kenny’s best, he would not match her boss’s energy. The man fucked with vigour and zeal; there was no dull moment, although.
A part of her wanted to look; she wanted to watch them, to study, to compare, to learn. She wasn’t just curious she was drawn in at the dramatic way they moved, like it was some kind of movie scene. But then, Tosin was still trying to wrap her head around everything that was unfolding around her. The room smelled of sex and sweat, heavy with desire, but beneath the heat of it all, her mind was spinning.
Her madam had hinted briefly and vaguely that her role in the household would involve more than just domestic duties. But she had said nothing about this. Nothing about being drawn into their bedroom games, nothing about crossing that final line with her boss. The memory of his hands on her skin, the way he’d taken her without hesitation, was still raw and vivid in her body. But it wasn’t just lust lingering—it was confusion, a sharp, growing unease.
Why hadn’t her madam warned her about this part? And why, of all things, had she allowed him to spill inside her? That detail alone made Tosin’s stomach twist. It felt deliberate, planned, and reckless. No woman, no matter how liberal or adventurous, would just sit back and let her husband risk that, unless there was a reason.
Tosin glanced over at them again. The couple was tangled together in a mess of limbs and kisses, like something out of a movie, except this was real, and she was in the middle of it. Her madam looked blissful, victorious even, her laughter soft and breathy. Her husband, still catching his breath, didn’t seem the least bit ashamed. She never saw this part of him coming; she remembered the way he looked when he humbly asked his wife if he could cum inside her. That quiet, calm request said a whole lot. And that bothered Tosin more than anything.
Her madam hadn’t just allowed this to happen; she had orchestrated it. She had watched. She had smiled. She had applauded. That wasn’t the behaviour of a woman who felt betrayed or even threatened. It was the behaviour of someone in control, of someone executing a plan.
Tosin’s thoughts ran wild; she also remembered how he had walked in naked; that means he knew about the plan all along, probably he was at the door waiting for the right time to come in like he did.
What if this was more than a sexual fantasy? What if she were part of something she hadn’t agreed to—not fully? What if they had intentions far beyond pleasure?
She hugged her arms around herself, chilled by the thought. Was she a pawn? A surrogate? An experiment? She had no answers, only growing suspicion.
Who, she wondered, lets their husband take another woman in their presence? Who smiles while watching it? Who invites it, encourages it… and allows him to finish inside her without a flicker of concern? It wasn’t normal neither did it seem casual. It was something else.
Tosin was beginning to believe that whatever her madam had told her was only the surface of a much deeper, more complicated truth. She glanced at them again, still locked in each other’s arms. A slow shiver crawled up her spine. This family is hiding something, she thought. And now, she was tangled in it!
Mrs Kukoyi gave her husband a wicked smile. She straddled her husband’s waist, her hair falling over her face.
He groaned. “You’re dangerous.”
She leaned in and whispered, “You have no idea.”
Mrs Kukoyi kissed her way down her husband’s body with a hunger that surprised even Tosin. How did she manage to be good at satisfying both gender?
She watched her boss, Oga Fred the entire time, the rising and falling of his chest, the way his lips parted, and his hands clenched the sheets like he was holding on for his dear life as her madam pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to his abs, his hips, his thighs, until he trembled under her touch. She knew him too well; she knew every part of his body that he would respond to if touched, and after all they owned each other’s bodies.
Then she wrapped her fingers around his long, thick, heavy rod, with a single bead of precum glistening at the tip. His shaft twitched slightly. Her fingers didn’t even close all the way around; he was so big and almost hard again, like he had been when he walked into the room.
She kissed the tip, soft and slow, letting her tongue flick over it once, tasting him. He groaned deep in his throat. Mrs Kukoyi did it again, swirling her tongue around him, teasing the underside, feeling the way his whole body reacted to even the smallest movement. Wet sounds filled the space between them. She gagged softly once, twice, spit dripping from her lips to his cock, her tongue teasing his tip before plunging back down again.
Oga Fred bucked his hips once, and she moaned softly; her moans sent vibrations through him; he jerked in response to whatever she did with her mouth around his cock.
Then she slid her mouth over him, slowly—taking him inch by inch.
“F-fuck,” her husband hissed, his head falling back.
His wife moaned around him, from the raw power of his hard cock in her mouth, and how much she could feel him pulsing on her tongue. Her hand worked in sync with her mouth, stroking what she couldn’t take. But she knew she wanted more. She needed more of him.
Each time she lowered her head, she took him a little deeper, letting herself adjust to his size. Her spit coated him, messy and hot. Her jaw ached, but she didn’t care; she wanted to show Tosin how far she could go to pleasure her man, she wanted her to see the things she did with her man. A few minutes ago this same dick was pumping in and out of Tosin, but right now it was in the mouth of its rightful owner, and she was going to do as she pleased with it.
From where Tosin lay, she could tell her boss was going through a lot. She wanted to say he deserved it, after all the banging he gave her. She could feel him twitching; see his abs tightening, his fists clenching the sheet beside him. He kept trying to stay still, but his hips bucked up on instinct.
“Susu… fuck, baby, you’re unreal” he said
Tosin cringed…. O,h now she knew he called his wife Susu when they made out, a pet name he must have coined out of her name Susanne.
Written by Tito
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