Chapter Thirty-Two

When she woke up again, the guestroom was flooded in bright light. The fluorescent bulb above was glaring down on her. But its glare was soft, that is how she had still been able to sleep through it.

As she stretched her body, she felt properly rested, all the muscles in her arms and thighs were lax. She smiled. She reached over to the other side of the bed and tried to touch Ken, but all she met was empty sheets.

She sat up and looked around, she was the only one in the room.

With a sigh, she fell back to the bed. The sheets was scattered and tangled up around her feet, the rest of her naked body was exposed. She could remember when she had seen the neatly made bed last night and had known she would surely rearrange it. She had done just that.

After all, scattered sheets was a sign of good lovemaking. There was no way you would have the fuck of your life and the sheets would still remain neat and clean. If that was the case, then  something was not being done right.

The events of the night were seared in her brain, still very fresh. She could remember everything from the moment she had stepped into his car and gone freaky on him. Fingering herself while he drove on a major road and also jerking him off at the same time. Down to the quickie in the car, till the multiple back to back rounds of sex they had engaged in since she stepped foot in the house.

Ken was a fucking stallion, and he never got tired. He was always ready for action, and when he started he gave it to her with everything he had. Not even stopping when she came because he too wanted the release as well.

She was grateful for the day he stepped up to her in the supermarket. Who would have known he could turn her life upside down like this? And with just his manhood!

During the night, after she drank the water and had initiated that sex, they had gone on to have three explosive rounds before they all but collapsed on the bed and blacked out. Each one just as intense as the other. And by the time they were almost comatose, they had gone at least eight rounds already and this was counting from the moment she entered his car.

How the hell had that even been possible?

Although they were always resting between each round, for at least thirty minutes. After each orgasm, they would snuggle up in each other’s arms, talking lightly and enjoying the scent of the other person. Then all of a sudden, one of them would start touching again. Arousal would mount and before either of them knew it, his hard member would find its way into her honeypot.

That was how it kept on going, until they had no idea when they went three more rounds.

After the third one, they just collapsed on the bed. Ken passed out soon after and she followed suit as well.

And she did not wake up until now.

The house was still shrouded in silence, but this time the silence was a little bit more pronounced as neighbors in the estate were also awake and going about their daily duties.

She knew she should get up, but she just was not feeling it in any way. The bed was just so sweet, and the silk sheets against her body made it all the more comfortable and therefore all the more difficult to get up.

With a sigh, she turned and picked her phone from the bedside stool, it read that the time was just seventeen minutes past nine in the morning. The day was still very much young and there were still things that could be done.

She gave a grunt of defeat as she pushed herself up and out of the bed, standing naked, she stretched her body once again to wake up every fiber of her being. When she looked down at the bed, she saw that they had really messed up the sheets just the same way they had messed up the couch in the living room.

She could see blotches on the sheets, caused by her sex juice and his cum. There was no way they could be mistaken, anyone that saw them would know for sure that sex had happened on this bed. A lot of sex.

She let out a sigh, it was a good one indeed. But it was also Ken’s problem, he would have to take care of it. The same way she was the one taking care of the mess she and Femi had done to her own sheets back at the hotel.

In this big and beautiful house, there had to be at least one washing machine. He could chuck it in there and let it wash for a few minutes, put it into the dryer and then iron it to dry it completely. In less than an hour, it would be back on the bed and like it had never left.

No one would have a fucking clue.

She rolled her eyes as these thoughts went through her head, she was already getting good at this game of deception. Just look at her thinking of how Ken would deceive his wife successfully. But then, is that not the same thing she had done? Last night, while her fiancée had been on the phone with her, she had been getting her honeypot eaten by another man. Just as yesterday while she had told him she loved him she had also been making plans to take manhood from another man.

She was getting better at this game, and she was going deeper into the web. Now she had three men under her belt that she had slept with, besides her fiancée, all in the space of three days. And she was planning to add one more to the list if this crazy idea of Femi was to come through. She would be the only female in a threesome and get fucked all the way to Jupiter.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She made her way to the chair and picked up the robe she had worn last night, then wrapped it around her naked body. She belted it and then picked up her phone from the stool. She eased her way out of the room, walking into the passage.

Ken was out of sight, but she could hear movements coming from the kitchen. That had to be him. She walked through the short passage and past the fridge where she had taken the bottle of water last night. At the end of the passage, she saw that she had been right, Ken was in the kitchen. He was donning on an apron and was stirring something in a frying pan.

From the aroma in the air, it smelled like egg.

She looked away and walked into the living room. She made her way towards the picture she had seen last night, she wanted to see his wife in broad daylight. Stopping before the framed wedding picture, she studied it.

The woman was beautiful, both facially and with a banging body. She was fair complexioned and despite the wedding gown, her curves could still be clearly seen.  Adaeze pursed her lips as she wondered what a spec like that could be lacking to make her man go outside. At least she had her reason for cheating, she wondered what Ken’s reason for cheating was.

She shrugged and walked away, who was she to judge? It did not matter the reason, it mattered that they did do it. And they were enjoying it. She had no idea why she wanted to have the woman’s face in her head, she went from picture to picture, looking at every frame and studying it. It was as if she wanted to know the woman whose home she had barged into and whose husband has been fucking her blind for hours on end.

But that was not changing her mind, she still enjoyed everything and even wanted more of it to happen.

She walked away from the pictures and moved towards the kitchen, tightening her belt as she held her phone in her hand. When she got to the kitchen, she leaned against the door frame and watched him.

The kitchen seemed to be made purely of white and silver. The walls and floors were covered with white tiles of different types, just as well as the cabinet tops that were also of white Formica. There were pots and pans hanging from hooks, neatly placed against the wall. Ladles and tongs as well as other utensils for cooking.

It was neat and looked so easy, even a stranger would be able to find his way through it.

Ken was on slicing vegetables on the cabinet, on the electric cooker the pan he had been stirring earlier was still on fire. But obviously, what he had been frying was ready because he reached out and turned it off.

That was when he noticed her standing and staring at him.

He paused what he was doing and started at her, she looked so beautiful wrapped up in that robe and he felt himself begin to harden again just by staring at her.

“You are awake,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off her.

She was not taking her eyes off him either, she just wanted to jump on him and fuck him all over again “yeah. I woke up and did not find you in bed.”

“Sorry about that, I needed to prepare us some breakfast. After everything that happened last night, I think we need the fuel.”

She smiled at that, food will really come in handy. That was not an exaggeration. But then…

He was studying her, “what are you thinking?”

She let out a sigh before she replied him, “I am thinking of just how sexy you look in that fucking apron.”

“Are you now?” He muttered, and then shifted the apron aside. He was not wearing a shirt, only shorts that did not even get to his knees. He pulled it down a little and exposed his rock hard penis that was pointed in her direction.

She felt a hitch in her breath as she stared at him, so beautiful and sexy she could almost taste him in her mouth.

“What are you going to do about it, Ada?” He asked her.

She walked like a ghost through the kitchen, loosening the belt she had only just knotted, she eased the robe off her shoulders and let it fall silently to the floor. Her feet padded softly on the floor as she stopped before him and then knelt down, with her face in front of his manhood.

She pulled down his shorts the rest of the way and helped him step out of it, and then he took off the apron as well and tossed it into a corner of the kitchen.

Now they were both stark naked.

She took his manhood in her hand and gently massaged it. She could never get used to this, she could never get tired of it even though she had literally spent the entire night taking this same manhood from him. She still wanted him so much.

“Take it in, baby.” He urged her, his voice was hoarse with arousal.

She lowered herself, opened her mouth and gently took his manhood into her mouth.

“Ahh…” he groaned out loud, grabbing her by the head and trying to shove more in. “Fuck yes…”

He had to lean against the counter as she took him in all the way, grabbing him by the buttocks while she sucked on his manhood hard. She pulled away for air and then licked the length of his manhood, used her hands to fondle his manhood before deepthroating him once again.

“You are doing so well,” he gasped, his legs shaking as she continued torturing him. But it was a good torture and he did not want it to stop. Instead, he took her by the head and held it in place, then he began to fuck her in the mouth.

“Damn…” he was gasping as he continued fucking her, slowly and steady. She was gagging and spittle was dripping out of her mouth and onto her breasts but she did not stop him. She was enjoying what he was doing to her.

Soon, she stopped him by grabbing his butt cheeks once more, they were firm and tout in her grip as she buried his manhood in her mouth, sucking on him like a vacuum. She felt his body tighten and he began to tremble, holding on tight to the counter as he spilled his load into her mouth.

“Oh shit!” He cried hoarsely as ropes of cum flooded her mouth. She did not move away, she stayed there, holding her breath and taking it all until he was tapped out. Then she eased away and took a deep breath, smiling up at him as she swallowed every single drop. This time around, she did not choke and she did not lose even a drop. She was getting better at this head game, and Ken was getting even easier to give a blowjob.

She got to her feet and he kissed her full in the lips, tasting his children on her tongue. She flattened herself against him, crushing her breasts against his chest as her arms circled his neck while his hands grabbed her by the behind.

And then, he hoisted her up and placed her on the counter.

“Oh shit…” she moaned as she saw what was about to come.

“Have you had sex in the kitchen before?” He asked her.

She shook her head, “not yet.”

“Well, today is your lucky day. It is…” he looked at the gas cooker beside them, “

it is hot.”

And he slammed into her honeypot, causing her to let out a loud moan.

“Ahh…” she cried out as he pulled out and slammed into her once more. She tightened her grip on his neck, her legs raised and far apart for easier access as he continued slamming into her. Over and over again.

He pushed her backward, so that her breasts were in his face, he could do her hard while sucking them. He suckled on her nipples while his manhood kept on tearing into her. The onslaught of pleasure was gathering up and she was losing control of herself. She was crying and screaming, her entire body shaking from the pleasure he was dishing out to her.

“That is it!” She was screaming, “faster!! Harder!!!”

And he obeyed, even as her fingers dug into his back as she tightened her grip on him. Because of just how far back she was leaning, he was standing almost on tiptoes as he kept on slamming into her, giving her the full manhood experience.

It went on and on, it did not even cross their minds to change positions, this one was just so good and comfortable that it went on. Soon, she was pushing herself upward so she could meet his thrust, going faster and faster. Her inner walls clenched in response, squeezing him in reflex as her orgasm began to build up.

“Don’t stop!!!” she screamed, her legs dangling in the air as he continued battering her with his manhood while his mouth was fastened on her boobs.

Then he applied his teeth… and she lost it.

With a piercing scream, her entire body quaked as if there had been an implosion inside her body. She held onto him tight as the orgasm tore through her mercilessly, making her shake and tremble like a rag doll. Her inner walls tightened out of reflex and sucked on his member and he too began to release yet again deep inside her.

They were both grunting and moaning hard as the climax dealt seriously with them.

 And when it was over, they remained in that position, breathing hard and fast, with him still buried inside her. She was running her fingers across his back, using it as a means to calm herself.

This was one of the best good morning sex ever.