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I was in the bedroom that evening when I got a text from Leke.
He told me he was in the area and wanted to speak with me. It was a little past 9pm and my husband, Michael was watching the evening news. I considered telling Leke I would be unable to come out to meet him but my thoughts went back to the last time we fucked.
Leke was a man who was so well-endowed that his wife, Ronke could not handle it. I was doing the couple a favour by hopping on him from time to time. The last time we were together, I was at his place. I was on his bed, my legs spread in excitement as he slid that thick, large cock into me over and over again. Thinking about it now made my pussy throb and I knew there was no way I was letting this chance go.
“We are out of milk, honey, I need to run down the street to get some,” I said to Michael before leaving the house. He barely looked up from the TV. He had been a little cold towards me since he started having his own affair but that was one information he did not know I was aware of.
I ran my palm down the light brown dress I wore. The cool outside air hit me as soon as I stepped out of the building but I did not mind. It was a dark enough that one could not really see that I was not wearing underwear. I stepped outside our gate and spotted Leke’s car down the street. I hurried to meet him where he parked and hopped into the passenger’s seat.
“Hey Abby, it’s been a while,” he said, turning around in the driver’s seat to face me as I entered.
“It’s barely been two weeks, don’t be so dramatic,” I replied, nudging him playfully. “How’s Ronke?”
“She is fine. Things have been going better now.”
“That’s good to hear. I am glad you guys are in a better place. She is my friend and I care for her, you know, despite the fact that…” I stalled.
“Despite the fact that you are fucking her husband?” Leke said with a smile. “Well, we all do what we have to do.” He leant closer to me and kissed me. I kissed him back. He slid his hand underneath my dress and found the entrance to my pussy. He pushed two fingers in, fucking me with them until I was dripping with arousal.
With one hand in me, he used the other to unzip his trousers, releasing his dick. As soon as he did, he pushed the chair back and I clambered over him. I raised my dress and sat on his dick. As always, the thickness and length took some getting used to.
I endured the first couple of seconds of sweet discomfort then the more we fucked, the more my pussy enveloped him better. Soon, I was bouncing up and down, gasping and moaning as I fucked him in the car. It was pitch black so I was sure no one could see us. I held on to the back of the seat behind his head and used that as leverage as I fucked him.
He simply put his hands on my hips, encouraging my movement. His cock filled me so wonderfully and I could feel him deeper than any man I had ever been with. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I came all over him.
A few minutes later, he gripped me so tightly that his nails dug into my flesh as he thrust his hip upwards, plunging deep into me and exploded. I tightened my pussy around him as he came, squeezing all his juice out until he was spent.
After a while, I adjusted my dress, came out of the car and returned home, my pussy still tingly with pleasure.