“No! No! Please, no! Don’t do this! Where am I supposed to go at this time? Please…” Clara’s voice got louder and louder and her eyes were filled with tears as her husband dragged her towards the main door.
He had returned from work earlier and drunk that evening. He got mad at her for a few different things like not having his dinner ready on time or not getting his clothes for the next day ironed. She had patiently apologised again and again until finally, aided by a system full of alcohol, he ordered her to leave their home at ten in the night. He pulled and dragged as she struggled against him, trying to appeal to him. Finally, he succeeded in pushing her out the door and closing it behind her.
She knelt at the door in front of their flat, crying hysterically. She wrapped her hands around herself as the fabric of her silk nightie was too light, causing her to feel cold.
Her eyes were blurred with tears but she heard when the door opposite her opened and Mr Kanu, an older man who lived there looked at her with concern.
“Maybe you should come and wait in here.” He said.
Clara shook her head. Her husband might get even angrier if he found out she spent the night in a neighbour’s house. Mr Kanu insisted that she come in, even suggesting that he would follow her home the next morning and have a talk with her husband.
Finally, she consented and he stepped aside for her to enter. She had never been in his home before. Mr Kanu was in his 50’s and lived with his wife. She knew they had two children who were in the university.
“What of your wife?” She asked, trying to compose herself.
“She travelled last night to visit some family in Abuja.”
Clara hesitated, wondering if it made sense for her to stay when it was just Mr Kanu at home. But she was way too tired to reconsider and she was sure her husband was probably in bed by now. She had no one to call and it just seemed to make sense for her to spend the night here.
He showed her to the guest bedroom then left her alone. As tired as Clara was, she could not sleep. She sat on the bed, rocking herself back and forth and crying, trying to understand how her marriage came to be such a disaster. She must have been crying for nearly an hour because Mr Kanu soon knocked on the door and walked in slowly when she did not answer.
“You should try and get some rest,” he said gently as he moved towards the bed. He sat beside her and rubbed her back awkwardly as she tried to calm herself. She then laid down, still sniffling.
Mr Kanu decided to stay with her for a few minutes. He sat on the bed, waiting for her to fall asleep. He must have dozed off too because he woke up, surprised to see that he was now lying on the bed, with Clara beside him. She was lying on her side and he laid on his, behind her. He could hear her breathing deeply as she slept. He nightdress was now tightly clung against her backside and he could clearly see the outline of her a$s. She must not be wearing underw.ear, she thought, because he could see the line that divided her a$s cheeks.
He felt his er3ction st!ffen as he watched her. She let out a deep sigh and adjusted her body, causing her to move even closer to him.
He knew he should leave but he could not bring himself to. His C@.ck was p0king against the curve of her a$s and he tentatively brought his hand to place on her waist.
As soon as she made contact, she shifted again and let out a m0an. She was even closer to him now and his hand went up from her waist to the side of her b00.b. He was about to gather the strength to get up when she turned around to face him.
Her hand collided with her body and she pulled back suddenly.
Sorry, I…” he started to say, trying move away from her but she reached out, wr@pped one hand around his neck and place her l!ps on his. He immediately tightened his arms around her as they began to k!ss p@ssionately.
His hands were r0aming all over her body and gr@bbing her curves. She laid down and he was soon on top of her, lifting her dre.ss to find that he was right, no underwe.ar. As soon as his hand touched her N@kkd Pu.$$y, he used his fingertips to tease her entra.nce.
She pushed up her hips, urging him on, wanting him to en.ter. With a gr0an, he slipped one f!nger into her wet and waiting cu.nt and began to slide in and 0ut.
With each movement, her back arched with plea.sure and her pelvis shifted upward to meet him. He used his other hand to attempt to pull down his shorts. When she noticed what he was doing, she grabbed the waistband and helped push the shorts 0ff him, releasing his raging C@.ck.
He gr0aned again when she wrapped her hand around it and led him to her cu.nt to replace his finger. He needed no further encouragement. He pushed through her entr.ance and began to ra.m his C@.ck in and 0ut of her.
She had not been F**.ked like this in so long. Her husband hardly ever touched her anymore and it felt good to have a C@.ck slide in and out of her wet Pu.$$y. She wr@pped her legs around this man who was virtually a stranger to her and moved her h!ps so he could ent.er dee.per.
Using his pelvis, he grinded against her, stimulating her cl!t as he F**.ked. She spread her legs completely apa.rt so he would be able to do that more easily.
Her quick breaths soon became m0ans of plea.sure and in minutes, she was clenching against him and crying out as she came.
He kept sl!ding in and out, letting her ride her org@.$m till the end. He looked down at her, wondering why someone would take an attractive and responsive woman like her for granted.
He watched her bite her l!ps as she tried to muffle her sounds. Her hands were all over him, his chest, neck, arms, everywhere. She clung onto his shoulders as he felt the buzz of his own cl!max take control.
His thr.usts became ha.rder, dee.per, and faster the closer he became. She let out her m0ans again, urging him on and tightening her cu.nt against him as he came in a shuddering g@sp.
They F**.ked three more times before morning, and by the time her husband finally let her in the house, she felt so satisfied that all his grumbling did not even faze her.
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