I thought it was a perfect plan. Especially knowing that I had used same strategy several times without anyone noticing us. Neither Joy, my landlord’s wife nor I knew that we were being monitored. The orgy of sex played out to the knowledge of my garrulous co-tenant, Cordelia.
I was fully clothed in the white T-shirt, ash joggers and trainers that I usually wore to the gym but it was a decoy. Joy had sent me a WhatsApp message that the coast was clear. Meaning that her husband had travelled and she wanted me to come over to her apartment. I wasted no time in answering her call.
We live in a fairly big compound. While the landlord, Surveyor Maxwell live in a well-furnished duplex, he has four units of self-contained apartments at the back, one of which I have occupied for two years now.
As I stepped into Joy’s waiting arms that fateful morning, she was truly romantic. All she had on was a wrapper tied across her chest and her hair glistened with water drops from her recent shower but the natural beauty of her face and shapely body set me on fire.
I rested my hands on her hips and pulled her close. I pressed my nose against hers and whispered ” I have missed you” to her ears. Joy giggled like a schoolgirl. She looked at me with puppy eyes, clearly smitten by my turgid manhood and my seductive antics. I moved my hands from her hips to her ass and pressed her body even closer, applying gentle pressure to her butt cheeks. She giggled again and hugged me. We separated again and she began to take my shirt off. She tossed it onto a chair beside the dining table in the living room and stood back to admire my sculpted torso. Her eyes revealed her awe of my majestic frame. She drew closer again and ran her fingers over the contours of my granite muscles and desire rippled through her like waves on an ocean. Next, she helped me get out of my pants and when she caressed my bare thigh muscles, she was rewarded with a larger swelling in my briefs.
She began to suck my cock. Slowly at first, then at a crescendoing pace. She was skilful, deliberate. She knew what I liked. She flicked her tongue over my cap, nibbled underneath my shaft, then let me rail her across the inside of her cheeks, squeezing my balls gently every time she deep-throated me. I held her head in my hands to steady myself as my rod disappeared and reappeared between her warm luscious lips. After thrusting into her mouth a few times, I regained control and brought her back to her feet. I wasn’t ready to cum just yet. I undid her wrapper. Her firm bosom heaved with anticipation and the skin on her surprisingly flat tummy seemed lighter from less exposure to the sun than her face. Rich black curls of pubic hair adorned her nether regions. Her sheer nakedness was a massive turn-on and it hardened cock the more.
I lowered her onto the sofa and spread her legs.
I eased my cock gently into her pussy, stopping to kiss her when I was sheathed to the hilt. Then the show instantly went hardcore. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh as I delivered my strokes thrust after thrust, the squishing sound as I rammed my fat rigid penis into Joy’s wet hairy cunt, the sound of my guttural masculine grunts and her sensual feminine moans all melded together in an erotic symphony that heightened the pleasure.
After about 15 minutes of forceful thrusting, I pulled out of pussy and sprayed thick sperm on her thighs. She lay still and spent, radiating splendour though. I rolled on the tiled floor, tired and drenched in my profuse sweats.
Minutes later, I hurriedly dressed up and scampered back to my apartment. I hurried straight to the bathroom for a cold shower.
I felt a sweet relief, slightly rejuvenated after the telephone shower massage and decided to rest. It was my off day. No plan to go out.
I was drowsy as I spread my damp towel on a steel rack in the bathroom. Suddenly, a hard knock on my door jolted me out of my sleepy state.
It was Cordelia, my co-tenant and ex-lover.
I was startled. ” Hey, Cordelia, what brought you back home this early? Is everything okay?” I asked as I ushered her in.
“I didn’t go to work today. Not feeling too well. But I saw you dressed for gym in the morning and knew when you detoured to the main building, doing sexual exercise with our landlord’s wife” she dropped a bombshell. She brought out her phone and played a six-minute audio recording of my conversation with madam Joy, including her moans, my grunts and it also contained her evocative screams: “Don’t release sperm into my pussy, please darling”
After the audio leak, Cordelia stormed out of my room. I raced after her, begging and pleading. I followed her to her room. And she kept mute.
Her silence worsened my worries. It was an ominous silence. I panted endlessly as I pleaded fruitlessly. The relief gained from the earlier cold bath was gone. I was sweating and shivering.
Finally, she spoke: ” So, you broke my heart because of another man’s wife? ” I kept quiet. I had nothing to say. I have been caught red-handed. ” I’m sorry, Cordelia” I blurted forlornly.
nightgown, Cordelia and I had a relationship. But it was brief. It was actually accidental. I moved into my apartment here three months before her. The day she packed in was stressful for her. She ran into traffic and didn’t get here until around 7 p.m. Eventually, she couldn’t finish setting up her apartment. I offered her dinner. She accepted. She moved over to my apartment for dinner and later, asked if she could take a shower in my place. I obliged. She rushed back to her yet-to-be arranged room and brought her soap and towel. She came out of the bathroom scantily clad in a pink transparent night gown which revealed her heaving breasts and g-string pant lines. She yawned repeatedly, with palpable signs of fatigue. She said she would like to spend the night in my room subject to my approval. Truly, her room was still in disarray.
Both of us slept on my bed. There was no problem until Cordelia began to cuddle me as if she was in a trance. It was a temptation too dire to ignore and a sex opportunity too dear to let go. My sense of reason took a flight.
I stretched my hand under her silky night wear and, gently, clasped her nipples. She let out a soft moan and dipped her left hand inside my boxers, roughly stroking my prancing dick. With her right, she slid down her already soaked pants. We had sex. It was so intense that we could hardly stand up the following morning. That was the genesis of my love affairs with Cordelia. It was meant to be a fling. But she stalked me until I had to back off.
I told her that I was already engaged and that my fiancee was studying for Masters Degree in the UK. That was how we broke up. She was badly hurt.
Now is her time to revenge. ” Listen to me, I’m sending this audio clip to the landlord. You can go and apologise to him. Please leave my room now ” Cordelia growled, showing me the way out, as she flung her door open. I begged harder but she didn’t bulge. Still, I refused to go out of her room, continuously canvassing for forgiveness. It paid off in the end, though with a collateral demand.
She said she would destroy the audio clips only if I agree to reconcile with her and eventually marry her legally! She gave me a week to think about her immodest proposal. In a matter of hours, I have lost some weight without going to the gym. I know that I can not marry Cordelia. I have a fiancee. But, also, I can not afford to joke with her furious threat to expose my secret affairs with our landlady! I’m in a big mess.