My Husband’s Whore

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Wunmi was bored. It was a Tuesday morning and she was in the kitchen making breakfast for her husband of one year. Oats and Akara. The same breakfast she made every Tuesday. Tolu liked routine. He likes predictability. He liked waking up in the morning and the day basically planned out for him, down to what he would eat. That was one big difference between them both, but she loved him. Who wouldn’t?

Tolu was loving, caring and simply a good man. He was also a good provider. She quit her job 3 weeks before their wedding when it occurred to her that Tolu can provide everything they, and their future family would need. In any case, it was not like she was climbing some important career ladder. She had been stuck at a dead end job for 3 years since she graduated from Lagos State University. So, she really didn’t mind being a stay-at-home wife. Tolu was beyond pleased with her decision and made sure he provided her with everything she need. He had a pretty good job with one of the major beverage-making company in Lagos and he worked hard to earn a decent living. So, Wunmi was fine being the one that caters to him when he is home. She ran his bath water, fed him his food the way he liked it, did his laundry, and perform her bedroom duties to his satisfaction. It was a good life. But why has she been feeling so restless lately?

She knew why. Before Wunmi met Tolu, she was the consummate party girl. She loved having fun. But one of her greatest excitement came from having really amazing sex with guys. She had this obsession with tying men down and proceeding to have her naughty way with them. She loved hearing them beg, and moan, and lose control. She loved knowing she had all the power and she got off on giving them so much pleasure when they are unable to touch her.

Then Tolu came along. She met Tolu at 24 and it was love at first sight. Only one thing, Tolu was one of those conservative guys who thought Missionary was the only position allowed during sex. He never even so much as let Wunmi give him head. Once it is time for sex, he leads them to a comfortable bed, arranged the pillows, take of her clothes, mount her, have his fun and that’s it. Nothing special, nothing freaky. But Wunmi was in love. And she was also smart enough to know that good guys like Tolu do not come easy. Her parents had been dropping hints that she should consider someone husband-worthy. So she stayed with him, and put her freaky self on the shelf.  They dated for two years and got married when she was 26.

“Fuck!” Wunmi exclaimed, as she was so lost in thoughts of the past that the batch of akara she was frying at the time had begun to turn a nasty of black.

“You know how much I hate curse words.”, Tolu said, walking into the kitchen to check on her.

Yep, that was her husband. No curse words were allowed in her house. Nothing untoward.

It was not like he was a very religious person, although, they do not miss church every Sunday, he just had this moral pedestal that he refused to climb down from. He considers himself disciplined but all Wunmi wanted was for him to just take down is guard someday and let go. She sighed in disappointment, knowing that was probably never going to happen. If he would not be freaky when they were dating, he would no doubt be against it now that they are married. He would not want to see his wife that way. He believed a wife should be adored and respected, which is great, but Wunmi is also a wife that would love to be treated like a whore sometimes.

As she began making another batch of akara for her husband, she tried to just simply be happy for what she has. A good man, comfortable life, a beautiful flat located at the more opulent area of Lagos Island are things to be thankful for.
***
An hour after Tolu left for work, Wunmi decided to take a shower. About 2 weeks after they got married, Wunmi figured out that the bathroom was good for more than one thing.

She remembered the day like it was yesterday.

She was taking her bath as usual when she happened to rub the washcloth over her pussy just the right way. What she felt made her break out in a sweat and she baled up the washcloth to do it again. She had never been a fan of masturbation. Why would she? At 5ft 6, with perky D’ cup breasts and a round, tight ass, she could get any guy she wanted. And they were always willing to please. But that morning, things changed.

Since then, she had developed a shower routine that has nothing to do with getting cleaned.

This time, she got in the shower, turned the water on and stood under the spray until the ceiling was wet with steam. Then she turned the water pressure down and rubbed a bar of sweet soap all over her body, enjoying the lush bubble and paying special attention to her swelling breasts and growing nipples.

She worked the soap between her hands until she was holding creamy suds. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently, loving the thickness and how full and firm they felt in her hands. She held on to them, sliding her fingers forward a little at a time, teasing herself into a heat as her nipples stiffened and ached. Finally, she spread the thick suds over her nipples and massaged them in small circles, moaning out loud as her pussy started to drip.

Her hands had a mind of their own as they cupped and squeezed, then returned to her nipples and flicked and teased. She took the soap and slid it down her flat belly, then worked up more lather on her moun, soaping her soft pussy hair until it was foamy and white.

She dipped her middle finger into the lather and pressed it don to her clit, then climaxed as she inserted it deeply into her hot pussy. Her walls clenched and collapsed around her finger as her body convulsed like crazy. Near the end of her orgasm, she pushed three fingers up inside her to feel some thickness, then squeezed her muscles tight until the very last spark of pleasure faded and her breasts stopped heaving.

Walking back to the bedroom after the shower, a plan had begun to take shape in her mind.

***
Every Friday evening, Tolu hung out with a couple of friends after work. He had been friends with Jerry and Bayo since high school and every week, the had a few drinks and caught up on all things relating to life. He was at the bar with them around 6:30pm and nursing his one bottle of beer as he usually does. Tolu always had only one bottle of alcohol when he was with his friends, causing him to be the butt of several jokes. But he does not mind. He considered himself very disciplined and the way some of these guy look and sound after a few bottles disgusted him.

A few seconds after the waiter brought their drinks, an extremely gorgeous woman walked into the bar, hand-in-hand with someone who was presumably her boyfriend. All three men eyed her as the reached their seats. No doubt about it, this girl was just exquisite. She had curves in the right place and a face that is difficult to forget. A few minutes after the couple sat down, the man got up and headed towards the restroom.

“I bet you I can get that girl’s number before her man gets back,” Jerry claimed. The all laughed at this for two reasons. One, the woman was obviously way out of his league, and two, she is unlikely to flirt with her man just a few feet away. But Jerry usually gets a little bit daring after a couple of bottles.

“You will probably get slapped, buddy,” Tolu said.

“Fine, but if I get her number, you will have one more bottle of beer, deal?”

Tolu was positive his friend would not succeed. Besides, this would be fun to watch, so he agreed to the deal.

Jerry sauntered towards the girl and the guys watched in awe as Jerry sat down and exchanged some words with her. Tolu was beyond amazed when the girl collected Jerry’s phone and typed in what is assumed to be her number.

Tolu ordered the second round of beer before Jerry could return and gloat.

****
Tolu could feel himself getting a little bit unsteady even though he was still sitting.

“Guys, I should start heading home, ” he said to his friend.
Bayo and Jerry chuckled. It was so obvious that for someone who has never had more than one drink per session, their friend was getting quite tipsy.

“You cannot drive home in this state, bud, ” Jerry said, “I am gonna take you to my place. I will let Wunmi know you won’t make it home tonight.”

Tolu barely heard him but let his friends lead him to the car and he could feel himself getting sleepy as they drove off.
Jerry picked his phone to dial Wunmi’s number.

***
Wunmi hung up the phone. She could not believe her plan is already going better than planned. It was easy talking Jerry into staging a scene that would leave her husband a little tipsy and dropping him at a hotel. Jerry just confirmed that Tolu is asleep in some hotel in Victoria Island and explained how he was able to get his long some of his work colleagues to help him with his plan. The beautiful female colleague he recruited was more than happy to play the game. Wunmi was already getting turned on as she packed her bag with what she would need for the night and headed to the hotel.

She slowly and quietly made her way into Tolu’s room and heard him snoring. He really was out. She approached the bed. First things first.

She brought out the blindfold from her bag and put it on him, just in case he woke up before she could finish. She then slowly took off his clothes. She lifted both his hands up above his head and cuffed them together. She then reached to cuff his ankles to the sides of the bed. She stood back to watch her work. Here was her conservative husband, naked and splayed on the bed for her taking.

She mounted him and planted a hot wet kiss on his mouth. Tolu stirred, but did not wake up. She then reached down to give his right nipple and flicked her tongue gently over it. Tolu stirred again, this time, she notices his dick respond ever to slightly to her touch. She smiled to herself as she began working on the other nipple in earnest.

She was getting so turned on with having her husband at her mercy, she licked and sucked and teased his nipples until they were hard as rock.

“Whazzgoinon..?” Tolu asked groggily as he began to notice something was up. “Who… what is going on..” he kept asking in confusion.

Wunmi did not respond. She was also getting off of his confusion. Tolu began to struggle against his restriction but Wunmi was ready for this. She got off him to pick the whip she brought for this occassion. She flogged him once. He began writhing in earnest, she flogged him once again, mounted him and took his dick in her mouth. Tolu was just about to scream when he felt the hot, ready mouth on him.

Wunmi knew why he went quiet. He has never received a blow job before, in his life, and he had no idea what he was missing. Wunmi was the best at giving head and she was positive that her husband is enjoying one of the best sensation in his life. Soon, a moan escaped his lips as Wunmi took his dick even deeper in her mouth. She sucked on it like a lollypop and tongued him down completely. She licked kis balls and sucked on the part between his asshole and his dick. Wunmi sucked and fucked her husband with her tongue. She soon began to feel his precum from the tip of his dick and she sucked on that too. His breath began to quicken and she knew he was about to cum. But she was not done with him yet.
She got up and moved her pussy to his. She grinded against his face until he eagerly opened his mouth and slipped his tongue in. Wunmi fucked her husband’s tongue until she came hard into his mouth.

Now she was so hot and horny she could not wait any longer. She went back towards his waiting dick and began riding him like she had never done before.

She was in heaven. This was what she wanted. She bounced up and down that dick until she could feel herself cumming again. She grinded against him until she could feel the juice drip and squirt all over him. This seems to be all her husband could take as suddenly she gave a loud moan and shot his load into her.

***
Wunmi stepped out of the room, went to the lobby, and paid a clean-up staff, N20,000 to enter the room and untie her husband.

She smiled satisfactorily as she left the hotel.
***
When the blindfold was taken off, Tolu demanded that the cleaner tell him who was in the room. He kept mute, undid the cuffs and went his way. Tolu watched the uniformed man leave. As he was about to get up to take a shower, he saw a note at the bedside.

“Same place, same time, next week”

He eyed the note. Maybe, this time he would make sure to find out who his mystery lady was.

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