Chapter Forty-Two

When her eyes opened again, she was lying flat on the bed, face down and her head snugly placed on one of the pillows. She was lying between the two men who were fast asleep, snoring lightly as they were in dreamland.

The lights had been turned off, but the colored bulb was left on and the light it was casting was dim. Good enough for sleep. While she could not really use such a light to do anything, she was able to use it to study the men.

She could see their broad chests rising and falling easily as they slept peacefully, like men tired from a hard day’s work. She could see that their cocks were now soft and also asleep on their bellies.

She shifted in the bed, sitting up so she could watch them both. She had to be careful so as not to wake them up. She was not sure she was ready for another round of sex just yet. And if the last round she had gone was any indicator, she knew that if she fucked one, she would definitely have to fuck the other. This threesome of a thing was just so tasking.

But as she studied them, she could not help but smile with pride. She had done the impossible, and she had fucked two men at the same time and handled them like a champ. Even though it had almost killed her.

This was the second time she was passing out from intense fucking, and she was looking to make sure this did not repeat itself. She was going to have to start monitoring her body so she could know when it became too much.

It might have been an egotistical thing for the guys, but she did not like it at all. Unless she chose to sleep of her own accord, she did not like the fact that she passed out.

Although the first one with Ken had been unplanned, and she was still sure that it could have been avoided if he had just held on as she had asked. But he had persisted, worn down her defenses and eventually fucked her senseless to the point that her body shut down due to excess pleasure.

She was smart enough to know that such a feeling was something that not every woman would get to experience, not everyone would get fucked until they pass out. It just was not possible. She was one of the privileged few and she did not like it at all. Because it made her vulnerable.

When she was passed out, there was nothing she could do. She would only be able to wake up when her brain decides her body is rested enough, and that can take too long. Unlike when she falls asleep, waking up would be much easier because then a little disturbance would simply rouse her.

Seeing as she was naturally a light sleeper, if anything were to happen while she was sleeping she would wake up immediately and know what the hell was happening.

But when she had been knocked out, Ken had carried her out of the living room and into the bath tub without her knowledge. That was the kind of vulnerability she was talking about. And it was what she wanted to stop.

And now, with Femi and Musky, the case was a little bit different. She did not pass out because of intense pleasure, she passed out because she was bone tired. Ever since they had walked into her room, they had been engaging in back to back sex, all of which were punctuated with really intense orgasms. Up until the last round with Femi, she had already gone nothing less than six rounds.

She had been tired, too tired to continue, but because she was being considerate she had allowed Femi to have another go. And that had forced her body to lock up.

As it was, she could not even remember if he had released or not. All she could remember was her own orgasm tearing through her, and the next thing she knew, she was engulfed in darkness. She opened her eyes again to see herself sandwiched between the two naked men who had been responsible for knocking her out.

It was then she realized this threesome was overrated. While it was fun, it was just too much stress. And the truth of the matter was that she was the one who was suffering it. Because being the only woman among them, they were able to rest in between rounds and she did not have that privilege.

She was enjoying it indeed and having the time of her life, but she already knew that she did not have the strength or stamina to match two sexually active men. She was not going to try this again in her life.

But so far, she would see what the rest of the night had to offer. But once they left her hotel room, that will be the end of threesomes for her. She came to Lagos to have fun, not get herself killed. She wondered idly the reaction back home in Owerri when they found out she was killed while engaging in marathon sex with two strange men.

She knew for a fact that something like that would blow negatively on her father and his company, it will also blow negatively on Eche and his work. Especially seeing as he was now having meeting and making deals with senators and governors. If such a thing were to happen, people would no doubt want to distance themselves from him. The media would eat it all up, paint everything out of proportion and make the matter even worse.

“Fuck…” she hissed as she realized the gravity of what one foolish act can do.

She already knew about ripple effect, just as much as she knew that with all these she was doing, even if till the end of her days no one found out, there would still be a price of sorts for her to pay. Nothing goes unpunished or unrewarded, no matter how much you enjoyed it.

And as it was, she was ready to bear it all and endure it. But she was going to do it silently, because no matter what, everything that was happening would definitely remain under wraps.

She let out a sigh, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. She knew very well there would be a price to pay for all this, she also knew that if this went sideways it could destroy her life and that of her family. But still she was not willing to give up on it just yet.

Was this because of the thrill factor? Was the thrill of such a risky endeavor what was making her enjoy it so much that she was adamant to the dangers?

Well, if that was the case, then she was fucked.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, she gently eased herself off the bed. Sliding between the two naked men as she got up and walked towards the mini fridge. Her throat was dry from all the crying and screaming she had done earlier on, having s ex could really be tasking indeed.

She pulled a bottle of water and took it with her to the table that was by the door. She sat on top of it and opened the bottle. As she drank the cold water, she drank it fast, enjoying the way it chilled her throat and washed into her belly.

In between gulps, her eyes fell on the two sleeping men once again. And then she looked down at herself.

She got up from the table and made her way into the bathroom so that she could look into the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, she could still see the signs of sleep in her eyes but she also saw the thing she was looking for.

While she could recognize her own reflection, but she also could not see the woman that had flown into Lagos on Monday afternoon. It was as if she was now a different person.

But then, this was something she had definitely know was going to happen. She had known for a fact that such a venture would change her, and she had been willing to deal with the consequence when it happened.

But before everything ended, just by how much would she change? Would she change too much for her future husband? Would this permanently affect her sex life?

Because as it stood, she was enjoying this trip greatly. She was really having the time of her life. Doing everything she was, no questions asked or no explanations given. It was just too bad that life could not just be like that. People and feelings always complicated it.

Take Tunde for instance, he was one of the complications that were on her mind. She just hoped he would lay off her and leave her the hell alone because two of them would never be alone in the same room again.

Still staring at herself in the mirror, she dropped the bottle of water on the sink and used her hand to clean the surface of the mirror, wiping off the smudge that had gathered on it.

“I am different.” She whispered, keeping her voice low so that only she would hear it. She still did not want to wake her lovers up.

“I am unique.”

“And when all this is over, I will be the best I can be.”

She knew that sounded a bit like her trying to eat her cake and have it, but then who said she could not? If she could afford it, then she should damn well be able to eat her cake and have it.

“Fuck!” She hissed for no particular reason as she grabbed the bottle one more time, and took another big gulp.

Done, she walked back to the room and sat on the table once more. She was not really looking at anything in particular, her eyes were just roving over the entire room as she continued drinking the water.

She was being a bit slow in drinking the water, there was no reason to it. It was cold and she wanted to take it in slowly.

For a few seconds, the idea of turning on the television crossed her mind but she shrugged it off. The light from the screen would brighten up the place and the men might wake up. She did not want them to wake up just yet, she was enjoying this moment of respite. She knew that the moment their eyes opened, their dicks would harden and the next thing on the agenda would be to fuck. The thing was that despite how she was feeling about it now, if that time did come, she would also want to fuck them.

What was she saying? Merely thinking of their hard cocks inside her right now and she was already getting moist between her legs. Or maybe she should just wake Femi up and have him go one round with her. At least with him, she was sure he would deliver. She could call Musky now and then after just five strokes he would already be screaming that he was cuming.

Even while the idea was brewing in her head, she was discarding it already. Seeing all the reasons it was not the best idea.

First off, she was not fully recovered and she still needed to get her strength to the full capacity. And if she called Musky or Femi, no doubt the other one would also want a piece of the action when they were done.

Then, the back to back cycle of multiple rounds sex would only just repeat itself over and over again until she no-doubt passed out once again.

So no, she would just return quietly to sleep and rest until she had gathered enough strength. Because if there was one thing she was sure of, it was that there were still more rounds of sex waiting for her before the men would leave. She would just have to be ready for it.

At the thought of that, she felt a tingle of anticipation between her legs. She was looking forward to the next time she would have either Musky or Femi buried deep inside her.

This time around, it would have to be one at a time. She was no longer doing this two at a time.

It was at that time both of them had penetrated her at the same time that everything had gone downhill. She had enjoyed I greatly, as a matter of fact, it had been the highpoint of the night.

The issue with it was that it had caused her to squirt and that had drained her of her energy. Both within and without, and that was why the rest was important.

Her squirts always came with a price, and she was beginning to realize that the price was not something she liked to pay at all. So for now, she was just going to stick to usual orgasms. It was also powerful and enjoyable for her.

Moreover, it was not everyone that could make her squirt. In her life, she had fucked different men, from Eche and down to Musky. None of them had made her cum before. Then, out of nowhere, Ken had materialized out of the blues with his made skills and his ice block had lifted her bodily and thrown her into the pit of orgasm. And he had done this not once but twice.

With Femi, it had been because they had been fucking her at the same time, and it was also something she had not experienced before. The results were the same.

Close to the door, the waste bin was there, she walked naked to it and pressed the lever with her toe and opened it. Once it popped open, she tossed it in and released it so that it shut with a dull click.

She was done with the water and now she needed to return to bed.

She wondered idly what each member of her family was doing at the moment. Eche was most likely sleeping and resting in preparation for tomorrow’s work, her mother would be asleep or on a video call with her husband who was still out of the country.

It was then that she realized that she had still not called her father yet, despite promising to do so. She realized that she had fucked up big time indeed. She had been in Lagos for four days and counting and she was yet to call her father.

Even since the last time she spoke to her mother, she was yet to call her again. Even if it was just to know the status of the wedding preparations. She knew she had messed up by coming to Lagos just to have sex but then, that did not mean she did not care about every other thing that was happening.

As it stood, she would have to call both parents when she was alone once again. Make things right, and let them know that Lagos did not change who she was.

But meanwhile, she got up from the table and made her way back to the bed where she sat down.

She climbed in between the two men and then lay down. She turned on her side to watch Femi’s sleeping face, with his mouth slightly open as he breathed deeply in and out. She was going to watch him.

And in minutes, she was fast asleep.