EROTIC STORIES

HOUSEWIFE SEX CONFESSIONS.

The day my boss slept with me in the office.

My boss travelled to South Africa two weeks ago but would be back this week. Usually, when he travels outside the country, I look forward to his return because of the gifts he buys for me. This time around, I know he is going to buy more things for me than he used to but at the same time, I am scared about what will happen to us when he returns. I have worked with him for four years without any unusual incident. But the day before he travelled, we had sex in the office. It was my first time doing such a thing with my boss and also my very first act of infidelity since I got married to my husband six years ago. My worry is that I don’t know what is going to happen when my boss comes back. I have allowed him to taste the forbidden fruit, can I be able to stop him or he is going to have his way and turn me into his office wife? This is the reason I am so worried and have mixed feelings about the return of my boss later in the week.

The day he made love to me, we worked late into the night in the office. There was a job he was eager to finish so he could travel the next day and he pleaded with me to work overtime.

At around 8pm that evening, heavy rain started falling. This was followed by a power outage by PHCN. Everywhere was dark and besides, we needed electricity to be able to print out the job. We had no choice but to try and put on the generator. The generator had been giving us problems and we were not sure if it was going to start. Both of us went downstairs into the rain to the generator house to try to start it. I held a torchlight for my boss while he battled to start the gen.

Too bad, the generator did not start. We were drenched by the rain and had to go back to the office in the darkness and were quite frustrated.

When we got back to the office, I lit four candles so that we could see and get around in the office. While I did that, my boss was changing his wet clothes. He had spare clothes in the office and he removed his shirt leaving his body bare. I looked in his direction and my eyes fell on his bare body. I had never seen him so intimately and, his toned muscular body was so arousing to me.  I just stood there staring and admiring him.

He turned and saw me standing there staring at him lustfully. He came straight to me, smiling and kissed my cheek. He said, “Your clothes are wet, why don’t you change them?”

I didn’t object to the kiss but told him I had no spare clothes to change into.

He didn’t let go. He held me tight to himself and kissed me again. His kiss was so passionate and I just didn’t want to leave his embrace. My body was cold and his body provided the much-needed warmth. I just forgot at that material moment that I belonged to someone else and he was another woman’s husband.

The dim yellow light of the candles added to the spell he was casting on me. Then, slowly he withdrew and looked straight into my eyes. I looked away but made no effort to free myself from his embrace.

I guess I had given him enough green light and he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the couch at the reception. He started slowly kissing my neck and moving his lips around my ears. That made me so horny. I was getting wet rapidly. He started caressing my breasts, as I let out soft moans…

Next thing I knew, he began to undress me. He removed my blouse, trousers, panties…

He smiled lustily at my naked body and kissed me very passionately. Then he cupped my breast and said, “Baby, you’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I managed to say. Then he started kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples. I could feel his manhood growing inside his trousers. I was feeling his warm breath on my belly as he worked down on my body.

Then he touched my pussy with his lips and I let out a moan. He spread my vagina lips with his fingers and started licking up and down in there. He licked on my clitoris and sucked it for a while.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to cum so early so I pushed him away and went on top of him. I started unzipping his trousers, pulling them and his pants down and his fully erect penis came out. It was impressive. Then I kissed the head of it and his eyes closed. I loved his reaction because it showed I was making an impact on him.

I started licking my way up and down his shaft and he started to moan and call my name. I sucked on his balls and he shivered. Then I took him in my mouth and he heaved a deep sigh. I took him deeper inside my mouth as he took long breaths. He was so turned on. His eyes were continuously closed and he reached for a hand of mine to hold.

He was pressing my hand hard as I took him deep in my mouth. He asked me to stop at that point or else he would cum in my mouth. I stopped and he pushed my back on the couch in preparation to mount me. I knew it was going to be an amazing ride and my pussy dripped endlessly in anticipation. He kissed me and ran his fingers through my hair. It felt good. Then he held his cock in his hand, rubbed it on my vagina, placed it on the opening, and entered me in one big push!

It felt so good. He started thrusting in and out slowly as we kissed. The whole room was filled with our moans and breathing. He pounded me heavily and I started to build up an orgasm and before I knew it, I came screaming his name and he came with me, pouring his hot love juice into me. He was dripping with sweat. We kissed and he lay by my side in the couch.

Few minutes or so later, the electricity was restored. We tidied up ourselves, printed out the job we did and left the office. He gave me some money before we left and promised to buy stuffs for me from South Africa.

On getting home, I began to feel so remorseful especially after my husband wanted to sleep with me but I turned him down telling him I was overworked in the office and was tired. Being the gentleman that he is, he took my refusal in good faith and we went to bed together.

I feel guilty now and I don’t want my boss and me to have sex together again. My worry is that I would not be able to prevent him from doing so. He has called me up to five times from South Africa since he travelled and he sounded like a man who has just fallen in love. He has tasted my honey pot and from his confession, it is so sweet he would not be willing to let it go.  On my part, I don’t want to hurt his ego with a refusal and possibly risk a sack.  How exactly do I handle this? Somebody should please advise me.

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The day I committed adultery:

My spirit was willing but my flesh was weak.

-Pastor’s wife reveals.

I have been married for 16 years and the marriage is blessed with two wonderful children who are already teenagers and doing great in school.

My husband used to be a banker until four years ago when he resigned to be a full-time pastor. At the moment, he pastors a church in Lagos that is growing by the day. I assist him in the day-to-day running of the church even though I still maintain my regular job as a marketing executive with a multinational company.

About three months ago, I travelled to Owerri on behalf of my company. I was needed at our Owerri branch office as one of the resource persons for a training programme that was put in place for new recruits of the company. 

It was on a Sunday afternoon, after church service that I left for Owerri via Arik Air. My seat in the plane was by a window and as soon as I sat down, I noticed a nice looking man take the seat next to mine. He appeared to be about my age and was dressed in a smart business suit.

After takeoff, we engaged in some small talk which is natural with people sitting close to each other on a journey like this. He introduced himself as Jide and we talked about our jobs, families and hobbies.

While we were discussing, I noticed that he was looking at my legs and breasts. My skirt, although knee-length, had inched up a few inches exposing some of my thighs. I also realized that my blouse had gaped open and he was able to see right down to my bra and the tops of my breast. Discretely, I shifted my position to adjust my skirt and equally adjusted my blouse. But it seemed I was a bit late at that because when I glanced at him, I noticed he had a slight bulge in his crotch! I was sort of embarrassed.

“Where are you staying when you get to Owerri?” he asked 

“Concorde Hotel,” I responded. 

“What a coincidence, so am I,” he said. “Would you care to have dinner with me tonight?” 

I had to give that some thought before answering. Being a married woman, it is not in my nature to have a date with a man let alone a stranger. I considered the offer and decided that just having dinner would not be a problem. 

“Just dinner!” I said. “And it has to be in the hotel restaurant. We’re not leaving the hotel.”

”Great, I’m okay with that. How about 6:00pm? I’ll meet you in the lobby bar.”

I nodded wondering if I was crazy. I should have politely rejected his invitation…

After our plane landed I lost sight of him as we headed to baggage claim. I reclaimed my luggage and headed to the curb and the car rental shuttle where a cab took me to the hotel. 

When I got inside my room in the hotel, I took a shower and lay on the bed to relax. I used the opportunity to make several phone calls to family members and friends to announce my safe arrival. Of course, my husband was the first person I called. We spoke briefly because he was in a meeting but was happy to know I had arrived Owerri safely. He promised to call later. 

By the time I was through with all my calls, I felt a pang of hunger in my stomach and I glanced at my wrist watch. It was already 6pm. I needed to have my dinner. As someone who watches her weight, I usually eat dinner before 5:30pm so I was already late for that.

At that point, I remembered that I had a dinner appointment with Jide. I bet he won’t show up, I said to myself as I got up and dressed to go downstairs for my dinner. I had stayed in the hotel on previous visits and I knew my way around.

At precisely 6:35pm I walked from the elevator and saw Jide waiting for me! It was unbelievable-as if he was stalking me. My breasts bounced under the blouse as I walked toward him. Since I wasn't going out of the hotel premises, I didn't bother to put on a bra. He quickly noticed and his eyes were glued to my chest as I made my way across the lobby to where he was standing. 

He looked very handsome in a dark suit, white shirt and a red tie. He was formally dressed for dinner unlike me who was on casuals.

He took my hand as I approached and gently kissed it. “Let’s have a glass of wine here before we go for dinner he suggested guiding me to a chair. His eyes moved back and forth from my legs to my chest and it made me feel very uncomfortable and at the same time desirable and sexy. 

Dinner was wonderful when we eventually had it. We spent an hour or more across from each other slowly nibbling on our food and talking. When it was over, he suggested we go to the lounge where dance music was playing. 

"No. I have to get up early tomorrow so I need to sleep in time,” I said knowing that I should end the little game we were playing right then and there. 

"Just one drink and a few minutes’ dance and I’ll let you go to bed,” he responded in a pleading yet compelling manner. 

Poor me, I allowed him to convince me and to the lounge we went.

In the lounge we located a table in the back of the room, ordered more wine and settled in. Jide took my hand and held it making me feel like a teenager on her first date. When the music started, he asked me to dance and led the way to the dance floor. The wine was a bit alcoholic and at this stage I was a bit tipsy and with that, my sense of judgment and self restraint was beginning to weaken.

I must also state at this point that by nature, I am a social and fun loving person. I love dancing and making merry generally but my husband is on the conservative side and it got worse lately when he became a pastor. So while my head warned me about my flirting with Jide, my body and soul simply lust for what he was luring me into.  

He pulled me close to him while we danced. I knew he could feel my bosom and the warmth that surged through it. He turned out to be a very good dancer and we snuggled close as we gently swayed to the music. He pressed his groin against mine and I could feel him getting hard. I could feel myself getting turned on as well.

After about fifteen minutes of dancing, we returned to our table and finished our wine. Then taking my hand he led the way to the dance floor and we snuggled together again. This time his hand found its way under my arm and pressed against the edge of my breast while his other hand began to work its way to my ass. 

“Jide, please don’t,” I said firmly. He moved his hand from my ass but didn’t budge the one against my breast. Again he was rock hard and pressed against me. I could feel myself get wet between my legs and I found myself breathing hard in his ear. After the dance we left the bar and walked toward the elevators. 

"I will walk you to your room," he offered. 

"Just to the door," I cautioned him. I could tell he was turned on and I knew if I allowed him inside my room it would be over. 

My room was on the third floor and when we were in the elevator Jide took me in his arms and kissed me. When the elevator stopped on my floor we walked hand in hand to my room. At the door I turned and said: “Thank you for dinner, the dancing and everything.” 

He took me in his arms and kissed me again. This time I let go and kissed him back. His hand found my breasts and squeezed it. It felt so good and I just kissed him back and let him have his way. His other hand lifted my skirt and found its way to my panties. I moaned and pressed against him as his fingers traced the outline of my hot tingling vagina lips. I lost control at the feel of his hand on my breast and his fingers on my vagina. 

At that moment a door opened down the passage and brought us back to reality. He quickly removed his hands and I straightened my clothes. A man came out of one of the rooms and walked down the passage in our direction. I hurriedly unlocked my room door and stepped inside. I didn’t want to take chances. The man could be somebody who knew me. After all I was a married woman and I belonged to someone else.

"Thanks for a wonderful night, Jide," I said as I closed the door before he could answer and before he could enter the room. I quickly undressed for bed and turned out the light. But as I lay there in the dark I thought about the evening with Jide and realized how turned on I was. In fact, turn on is an understatement. I was drenched down there in my vagina.

"You dummy, why didn't you let him in?! You need him, don’t pretend, an inner voice said to me.

“But I’m married,” my conscience countered.

“Yes but your husband is not having time for you. He’s married to church activities nowadays. You’re a human being, you have needs.”

Just then the phone rang interrupting my thoughts and the debate raging on within me. I thought it was my husband but guess who? It was Jide. We had exchanged phone numbers while we sat together drinking wine at the lounge.

"Can I come to your room and talk?" he asked.

"Only talk?" 

"Yes." 

"I don't think so, Jide I’m too weak right now. It will just lead to other things." 

"Ok, sorry to bother you." He said and hung up. 

Again, I was angry with myself for turning him down. But few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I put on my robe, got up and looked though the peep hole and saw that it was Jide!

"Let's talk," he said with a sheepish grin on his face. 

I finally succumbed and let him in. We sat on the edge of the bed and talked about my reasons for not having sex with him: It was adultery and a sin. If I must do so, it would have to be with someone I knew and cared for. I had known for less than 6 hours or so.

Jide was so disarming. He listened carefully and said he completely understood my feelings but went on to give me reasons why five to ten minutes of giving ourselves pleasure we so much needed would not hurt our respective marriages.  

Then as he spoke, he put his arm around me and kissed me. I responded and we fell backward to the bed. I was willing in spirit to stop him but my flesh was so weak.

He untied the belt on my robe and pushed it aside. His hands slid inside my nightgown and caressed my breasts squeezing them gently then quickly pulled the gown over my head. My heart raced as I realized that I was now in a hotel room lying in bed with my naked body exposed to a total stranger. This is sin!

Before I could resist he took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking it. My nipples are my weak point and that put paid to whatever resistance I wanted to put up. Before long, my hand snaked down his body and curled around his erect manhood. It was huge and throbbed at my touch. 

He slid a finger in my very wet vulva and moved it in and out. My heart raced as he slid yet another and another finger in me. I was gasping for breath as his fingers found my clitoris and began massaging it. 

By that time I was completely in his power and spread my legs to give him easier access to my most private area. He left tiny trails of saliva as he kissed his way down my body pausing every inch or so to gently kiss and suck my burning flesh. Finally his hot tongue reached its target and his mouth closed over my clitoris.  

“Stand up!” I command as I pushed him from me. He was startled at first but quickly complied. Moving from the bed, I moved to him, unbuttoned his shirt and kissed my way down. After reaching the last button and pulling his shirt free from his trousers, I reached for his belt and after some fumbling pulled it open and quickly unzipped his trousers. 

Sinking to my knees, I pushed his trousers and shorts down his body. His manhood sprang free and was staring me right in the face. It was magnificent! It must have been 8 inches long or more. I have seen a few cocks in my life but this one was beautiful and big. I gently grasped it and slid my hand up and down its full length. Placing his hands on my head, he pulled me closer to his throbbing monster. My mouth opened and my tongue tentatively flicked the tip before kissing the bulbous head.

I love oral sex, I must confess. My husband used to allow me suck him occasionally even though he wouldn’t reciprocate but after he became a pastor, he stopped me giving him a head. It was one of those things I missed but here was an opportunity to fellate a very beautiful piece of man meat.

Opening my mouth, I let it slowly inch inside. I was struck with how much he tasted different than my husband. Opening my mouth wider, I took the entire head into my mouth and began sucking then moved down to take more and more until he was fully engulfed in my mouth and throat. 

“I really want to make love to you!” he murmured through clinched teeth. His hands grasped my hair and pulled me to my feet. Our lips locked in a passionate kiss as he gently guided me backward to the bed. 

His fingers found my sweet opening and probed me as I reached down to take his rock hard cock in my hand. Jide kissed his way down my body and between my legs until he found the opening of my vagina. His hot lips kissed and licked my sensitive flesh then moved on to suck my clitoris. “I want you; fuck me please,” I moaned as his lips continued their assault bringing me to my first climax. 

Shifting positions, Jide moved over me and straddled my body. Reaching between us, I guided his cock to the entrance of my being. As he moved into position, he forced my legs wider apart and felt the head of his penis penetrate the folds of my vagina. Slowly but firmly, he eased his cock into me then once fully embedded, began to pump in and out. I can’t describe how good it felt to have him inside me and my body responded fully to his every move. 

My hands moved over his back and shoulders then to his head as I hugged him tighter. We kissed and touched each other in every place imaginable. My hands moved to my chest and caressed my breasts, pulling at my taut nipples as my mind savoured the feeling of having this man ravage me. The erotic thoughts in my mind brought on another shattering climax. My body exploded again and again. Before my body could recover, another orgasm shot through me. I had never been so turned on. As my last orgasm began to subside, Jide exploded grabbing me tighter and yelling obscenities.

I felt him flooding my inner recesses with his warm cum. He lay still on top of me while the mixture of our juice oozed out of our being and seeped into the bedsheets.

He pulled out minutes later but cuddled close and was caressing my breasts and entire body and telling me how sweet and I was. I was still much in the mood to continue and was glad to discover he had another hard erection.

“I want to be on top!” I moaned moving away from him. He pulled away and lay on his back. Grabbing my buttocks as I straddled him he helped lower my body over his throbbing cock. In that position I could see us in the dresser mirror as my body moved up and down sending my pussy sliding over his throbbing penis. Jide reached up and played with my nipples and breasts then pulled me down so he could suck on them. The minute he sucked my nipple, I came for the fourth or fifth time that night. 

Jide rolled me on my back and put my legs on his shoulders and shoved his cock inside me again. This man was insatiable like me. I had already experienced more orgasms that I normally did in a month and he was still hard and plunging away. 

“I’m cumming!" he yelled and his body began vibrating then came deep in me again. We collapsed and almost immediately, slept off.

I woke up around 4am to a sweet sensation only to discover that Jide had his head under my legs and was eating me so passionately. I was eager to do the same to him and I suggested a 69 position which enabled us to eat each other. We ended up having one animalistic hot round of sex that morning that I am not going to forget in a hurry.

Well, he was in Owerri for a brief business which he concluded that morning and took a flight to Port Harcourt where he told me his family lives. I remained in Owerri for a week before I flew back to Lagos to join my pastor husband.

Occasionally, Jide still sends messages and I reply but I try not to encourage him further. To be frank with you, I feel remorseful that I cheated and couldn't muster the courage to resist him. However, I am equally conscious of the fact that if my husband could be a little more romantic or a little more ‘Worldly’ in terms of having more sex with me, I wouldn't fall so easily to temptations like these. Did the Bible not say husbands should love their wives and satisfy them? If I am getting enough at home, I would not fall for the cheap antics of a man like Jide.

Sadly, I cannot tell my husband how I feel because he is not ready to listen. He scolds me any time I try to discuss an issue like this and accuse me of being “too carnal and bereft of spiritual virtues,” to quote his exact words.

Maybe I should be more prayerful and more dedicated to church activities because the spirit is indeed willing but the flesh is weak being a woman that is gifted with a pussy that wets so easily and so often. May God help me!

My Calabar Landlady Wants To Kill Me With Sex,

-- Port Harcourt Tenant Complains.

I lost my wife four years ago to cancer and was devastated. For a whole year, I didn’t go out with any woman. I just kept to myself as I was not in the mood to date again. But the family of my late wife pleaded with me to move on with my life and find another woman. They that I did my best for my late wife and God knows why she had to die at such a young age.  One of macknowledged y late wife’s sisters took our only child so she could grow up with her kids but she told me I could come and collect her any time, any day I feel like taking her.

I took their advice but figured out that the easiest way for me to stop feeling the pains of my wife’s exit and move on with my life was to leave town. That was how I left Ofagbe, my hometown in Delta State for Port Harcourt. In Port Harcourt, I got a job through a relation of my late wife and I squatted for almost a year with a friend before I got my own accommodation- a mini-flat at Water Line.

My landlady happened to be a Calabar woman. The day I went to pay for the accommodation, she asked me if I was married and I told her I was a widower. I told her how I lost my wife two years earlier and how devastating it had been for me.

She listened to me with rapt attention and then told me her own story. She told me she was widow who lost her husband about five years earlier in a motor accident. She said she could feel my pains because it was something she had experienced too.

When I moved into the place, she was so nice and friendly to me. It got to a point that she started cooking and bringing food for me to eat. I tried to stop her but she was insistent on doing things for me. People started telling me that she was trying to befriend me or marry me but I didn’t take them serious. A number of people even informed me that she was a nymphomaniac and I should beware of her but I took their advice lightly.

Although she was so nice to me, I didn’t really feel attracted to her in a sexual way. She has a nice face, but her figure is not attractive at all. She is tall, slim and her breasts and hips are almost non-existent. In other words, her figure is boyish. I love lepa women but the lepa must have average to big breasts and a good back side and hips. But this my landlady is straight like a stick.  So when people were telling me she was interested in me and trying to date me or get married to me, I laughed it off because I just didn't see how I was going to get intimate with her.

Then, one day, my landlady organized a birthday party and invited me and other people. As the party came to a close that evening and all invited guests were leaving, my landlady refused to let me go. She said since I was just next door to her, there was no need to rush home. ”Stay and help me to clear up the place,” she insisted. Of course, I obliged her and waited till the last guest left. Thereafter, two of us started to clear her sitting room which was used for the party and arrange the place.

When we finished, she was grateful and thanked me for my effort but I told her she had done so much for me so I could do anything for her in return.

She took my hand in her hand at that point and smiled broadly at me. I smiled back and to my surprise, she hugged me. This lasted for about twenty seconds and she broke it up.

“Come,” she said to me as she led me out of the sitting room. She took me to her bedroom, closed the door and flew into my arms again.

“Fuck Me!” She pleaded, pressing her body hard on mine. She let go of me and quickly undressed. Everything happened so fast and before I knew it, she was naked right in front of me.   She fell on the bed lying face up and legs spread out. She begged me passionately to come to bed and make love to her.

Without her clothes, she was really skinny. Her tits were almost nonexistent, but she had huge nipples. Her bush was absolutely huge- a real black forest- but looked attractive.

One thing about a woman, I must confess, is that no matter how unattractive she may be to you, once she is naked before you and asking for sex, it is difficult to say no to her. Even if you don’t want to, your penis would betray you. That was what happened that night. I just couldn't resist having sex with my landlady.

I threw off my clothes and fell between her legs. She put my dick in her pussy and boy she was really hot and wet. She bellowed like a bull and threw her ass in gear. She wiggled and twisted her ass all over the bed shouting obscenities.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck Me!” was her chorus as I fucked her. She soon began to quiver and scream, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” She came and came and came. I was beginning to think she was going to come all night, but she finally collapsed in a heap moaning and cursing.

“Oh my God! Damn it that was good!” “I like your dick. It’s so sweet.”

We kissed and caressed and soon she started wiggling her ass again.

“Fuck me again, baby! Fuck me, I need it,” she begged.

Shou! I had never seen a woman that is so vocal and aggressive in bed. But in fairness to her, I would admit that skinny or not, she is damn good in bed and her pussy is so satisfying.

But my people, being good in bed is one thing, being a nymphomaniac is another thing. I soon realized that what some people had told me about her was correct. This woman can fuck like a bitch and she wants it on daily basis. When I’m at work, she sends me erotic messages and sometimes whatsapps pictures of her pussy to me that always get my penis rock hard. By the time I get home, she would have prepared a delicious meal for me and warm water ready for me to have my bath. After that, fucking will begin.

Because she is nice to me, I find it difficult to say no to her. Even rent, she is no longer collecting from me and I use her car all the time as if it is mine.

I know she will practically jump at it if I propose marriage to her. In fact, she is expecting me to propose to her but I am really getting scared about marrying a woman who fucks like this. They say too much of everything is bad. She is just too energetic in bed and it takes real hard work to fuck her to satisfaction. If I continue the way I’m doing it now, I am going to drop dead one day. Someone should advise me on what to do because I don’t want to make my daughter fatherless so soon after the death of her mom.