Aside my regular bouts of matrimonial pleasures, I occasionally plumbed the treasure troves of nightlife adventures. I really can’t explain it, but I know that there was always the fervid desire for plural sexual partners. Talking of women, oh! how I love them. Especially the nightclub slay queens. They are infinitely daring and adventurous, deploying great skills, exploring new styles.
Patronising the nightlife babes taught me various lessons. A very important one was that there was nothing money could not buy. At least when it came to sexual pleasures. The popular Elithe Club located within the expansive premises of Elithe Hotel and Resorts, was our hideout. Assorted girls with differentiated assets thronged this spot like bees to the nectar. During the day, the ambience was funereal and sparse. At night, it turned a market square replete with crowds and cravings.
For the negotiations and selections, My personal assistant, Tunde took charge without equivocation. The routine was simple: Under the cover of the dark, I enter the Elithe Hotel, with my room previously booked. Tunde shops for my preference- the bold, black and big breasted. He brings the lady to my room. I pay her. She takes me on a joyous ride to sexuality jollity.
21st of September, 2020 was remarkable. I had, as usual, visited the hotel in anticipation of another night of satisfaction. I took cover in room, 207, as I always did. However, Tunde was unavoidably absent that night. I had to rely on a male staff of the hotel to do the shopping for me. Of course, he already knew my spec, being a regular guest and father figure in the hotel. He was back in a few minutes. There was a gentle tap on the door. Shirtless but in boxers, I stood up to open the door. This time, my potential pleasure giver was not some anonymous vixen. There stood Bimpe, my wife’s younger sister.
‘Bimpe!!, my scream was guttural and visceral
“Uncle T….ayo!”, her reaction, stuttering and startling.
For the next few minutes, there was pin drop silence. I didn’t speak. And she didn’t. Bimpe is my wife’s younger sister. As a matter of fact, she was the youngest of six siblings. An undergraduate of a federal university within the city, she was our regular visitor. Strikingly pretty and suavely gripping, she was the young, 22-year old beauty I concluded I could never have. Stealing glances at her each time she visited us was something of a pleasure ride for me. Her heaving boobs, her swiveling ass and her bristling face oozed sexuality. But that was all I saw. For me, she was a no-go area, a sacrilege I could not dare. Seeing her here created a tinge of awkwardness. But I had to seize the moment. I did.
“Come in Bimpe”, I said as I pulled her by the hand and led her inside. I then shut the door and clinked the key.
We were obviously surprised to see each other. I wanted her unbothered. I led her to the bed. Placed her down. I then began to rub her shoulders. My body was quickening up in anticipation of sex. Nothing was going to stop me. From her shoulders, my hand travelled down her right tits. Her skimpy, cleavage-baring right top gave me unfettered access. Soon, my hands were on her tits. I noticed her reluctance, then offered her words of assurance.
“Come on babe. I understand why you are like this. But you don’t need it. We are adults. We can keep our little secrets ”
With that she relaxed. I continued fondling her tits, as she began to pull down her top. I covered her mouth with kisses, as she began to rub my engorged dick under my boxers. My blood boiled with sexual energy. Soon, she pulled down my boxers, and wrapped her hand around my cock. She gave me a hand-job as she spat on my dick for moistness and fluidity. She then adroitly engorged my dick in her mouth. The next experience was a titfuck. And oh how big her tits were. My dick got lost in the size of her cleavage as she slurped her tits on my dick. I was getting on edge. She had a slight pause, then guided my dick into her now wet cunt. I fucked her intensely, holding on to her tits for support. Her shrieks and moans were that of a typical veteran prostitute- searing, sonorous yet stimulating. We continued in the missionary for few more minutes. She was a complete package. She showed it as she switched to the doggystyle. She held on to the side of the bed, and guided my dick into her now exposed butthole. I rammed in, ferociously hitting her inside. Our tryst continued until I came. We transited to the shower, had a cold bath, then fucked each other as she held on to the bathtub. Our initial experience of shock and uncertainty had given way for sexual frolicking and sensuous vivacity. She gave me a blowjob again, the second of the night, and continued without stoppage. By 3 a.m, I was fagged and famished. Game over. At least for day 1. We slept in each other’s arms. By 10a.m, I had a slight tap on my shoulder. Bimpe was getting ready to leave.
“How are you dear”
“Am fine uncle,” she responded.
‘We have a little secret now right. I intend to keep it safe. And am sure you do too”
“Yea sure boss,” she replied with a grin.
I requested her account number and paid her triple her initial agreement with the pimp. She was worth much more. And, for reasons that I can not explain, Bimpe and I continue to have sex discreetly especially whenever she comes on holiday.