Zainab spent the rest of the day trying to get her chores done and run what few errands that needed to be accomplished before 3:30 when the kids were released from school.<\/p>\n
All through her day she was weighing two very important realities. One, she needed sexual attention, badly. She has been starved for more sex in her life for years now and she was beginning to resent Ali for his lack of attention.<\/p>\n
Two, this entire situation was so far outside her day-to-day world that she could hardly keep up with her thoughts. She had no idea how to proceed, or even if she could.<\/p>\n
She thought about abandoning the Uche idea before she got more involved. All she would have to do is block his phone number and that\u2019s that. She could have an affair with someone closer to her social, ethnic and economic background. But she could not see herself being that bold\u2026someone from her background might be too close to her ideal. She might fall in love.<\/p>\n
Uche had a huge penis and she was just realizing how important this was to her. Anyone else would surely be a compromise. She hated to admit it to herself, but this was not about love. It was about sex. Uche would be the safest way to proceed precisely because he was not from \u201cher world.\u201d<\/p>\n
It would be about sex and only sex. That was all that was really missing from her life anyway. Ali was a great father, a consistent provider, and a good friend when she needed him to be. But he wasn\u2019t fulfilling his marital obligations in the bedroom.<\/p>\n
This was about sex.<\/p>\n
The next day she dropped off the twins and decided to visit the boutique to make actual contact.<\/p>\n
She planned to make sure Uche was working. Sit down to buy a pair of shoes and talk a little. She would somehow bring up the subject of texting\u2026she didn\u2019t have any idea about the rest of her plan.<\/p>\n
After showering, she spent at least twenty minutes picking out what to wear.<\/p>\n
She decided that if she was going to do this, it should start sooner rather than later. She was committed to the idea of making physical contact, an introduction at first, with Uche and then taking it from there.<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t go into the boutique with jeans on. She realized that she was too much of a mom and needed to act more like a hot, single woman. Unfortunately, she had no \u201chot, single woman\u201d clothes.<\/p>\n
Deep in her closet, she found a skirt. It was red with a small, white flower pattern on it. She wore this with a tank top, no bra, but with a white cardigan sweater that she could pull over her breasts until she came into his view. She wanted the option of showing off her body if all went well.<\/p>\n
The immediate problem she had was that her skirt was too long. It rose about two inches above her knee. To fix this, she rolled the waist up a few inches. Now it rested about a foot above her knee. \u2018Oh my! This is sexy!\u2019 She thought.<\/p>\n
Zainab wore her hair down and put some scented lotion on her legs. She was ready.<\/p>\n
Once in the area, Zainab became wet. The anticipation was killing her! She approached the boutique. There he was.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi again.\u201d He said smiling. \u201cYou\u2019re back!\u201d<\/p>\n
He seemed nice, but not terribly intelligent.<\/p>\n
\u2018Here it goes!\u2019 She thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I was looking for some two-inch, maybe four-inch heels. Something that would look good wearing a skirt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zainab looked down at her feet and the sandals she was wearing.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay. Well, right over here we have our dress pumps and our going out shoes. Just let me know if anything looks interesting and I will see if we have your size.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zainab smiled and thanked him.<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t help but look at his crotch as she was looking at the shelves displaying their shoes. She was a bundle of nerves, but also incredibly turned on. The world seemed to stop while she was in that boutique. A very strange feeling.<\/p>\n
Zainab picked a pair of dark blue heels that were more conservative than the others. She handed the shoe to Uche.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, I\u2019ll be right back.\u201d As he stepped around the service counter to enter the stock room, she noticed he was checking out her legs.<\/p>\n
Zainab had long, toned, smooth legs. She didn\u2019t need to shave her legs very often as they didn\u2019t have much hair.<\/p>\n
She shaved today.<\/p>\n
Zainab sat and pulled her dress down, covering more leg, then she pulled it back up again, revealing more leg. She couldn\u2019t decide what to do.<\/p>\n
Just then, Uche returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s try these on and see how they fit.\u201d He took a shoe out of the box and handed it to her.<\/p>\n
Zainab\u2019s disappointment must have been obvious because he quickly offered to help her.<\/p>\n
He squatted down, took the other shoe and held it near her foot,<\/p>\n
\u201cMay I?\u201d<\/p>\n
Zainab felt her juices flowing, even streaming out of her and was afraid she would create a wet spot on her skirt.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
She trembled as Uche, the owner of the giant, black penis, clutched her calf and lifted her smooth leg to remove her shoe. She was unprepared for the thrill it gave her.<\/p>\n
\u2018This is the first time in years I\u2019ve ever been touched by another man. Oh, my goodness!\u2019 She was soaking wet. He slipped her shoe off revealing her newly painted toenails. She kept her feet well-manicured. She could not get over how sexy her leg looked against his rough hand.<\/p>\n
She realized that this probably wasn\u2019t a normal procedure. Most women put their own shoes on these days, at least she always did, but it was exactly what she wanted.<\/p>\n
He rested her foot on his knee as he sat on his legs in front of her. He took the new, blue shoes in his right hand and lifted her leg with his left.<\/p>\n
She could feel him gently rubbing the thumb of his left hand against her silky-smooth leg. He was flirting with her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have beautiful skin, if you don\u2019t mind my saying.\u201d He smiled and looked up at her. Zainab smiled coyly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Uche.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her smile turned to an expression of shock as she realized he wasn\u2019t wearing his name badge at that moment.<\/p>\n
\u2018Oh, my God! No! He\u2019s going to think I am a stalker or something.\u2019 She couldn\u2019t believe she said what she did. She wanted to run away.<\/p>\n
Luckily, at least at that point, he didn\u2019t notice.<\/p>\n
The shoes were on and now Zainab was looking at them in the mirror. She wanted to leave before she was discovered. Fortunately, she had cash to cover the 95,000 Naira so he wouldn\u2019t get her name.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese will be fine.\u201d She said abruptly.<\/p>\n
Uche boxed her shoes and stood up.<\/p>\n
Zainab looked at his crotch as she handed him cash for the shoes. His trousers were expanded where his penis was. It looked huge in his trousers.<\/p>\n
\u2018He must be erect,\u2019 she thought.<\/p>\n
She paid, then quickly left the store. She headed straight for a restaurant just ahead past the first turn on the ground floor. She made it to the restroom.<\/p>\n
Reaching into her purse, she found her phone, which had chimed just after she left the shoe store.<\/p>\n
It was a picture of Uche.<\/p>\n
He had his penis out. Rock hard. It looked like it was taken in the stock room.<\/p>\n
The next text read:<\/p>\n
-WE SHOULD HOOK UP-<\/p>\n
Zainab concluded that he did not realize she said his name without his badge on.<\/p>\n
She became hot knowing that he took a picture of his erect penis and sent it to her simply out of convenience. She had made him hard from her visit to the store.<\/p>\n
Zainab\u2019s apprehension turned to wild, lustful desire. She wiped her wet pussy with some toilet paper in a stall, but when she put her underwear back on, it was cold from being so wet from her recent arousal. She took her panties off, put them in her purse, and headed for the restaurant bar.<\/p>\n
\u201cSmirnoff Ice.\u201d She said confidently.<\/p>\n
The bartender busied herself with Zainab\u2019s order. She was trembling she was so flustered.<\/p>\n
\u2018How did I get here? What am I doing?\u2019 She asked. The past three days were a sexual rollercoaster. She felt as though she was out of control. What kind of wife was she? What kind of mother?<\/p>\n
The drink relaxed her and gave her a new energy. She was going to walk right past \u201cEko Chic\u201d and out the doors to the mall. She will text Uche a picture of herself when she got home.<\/p>\n
As she approached the store, something overtook her. It was a combination of the tequila, desire, and pure horniness. Rather than walk past the store, she turned and walked right back into it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi there! Something the matter with the shoes?\u201d Uche looked at the box.<\/p>\n
He thought he saw her look down at his crotch.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Hi! Um, these are four-inch heels, I wanted the six. I\u2019m sorry!\u201d Zainab giggled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is no problem, let\u2019s see if I have the right size.\u201d<\/p>\n
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