Seriously my decision to move on with Comfort was very insane and totally uncalled for, but just like most christains i blamed the devil for corrupting my mind. Nevertheless there was this spirit of adventure, a strange kind of sensation that found its way into my body, blinding me from seeing the thick line of reality especially whenever comfort was before me.
Just like i said in previous episodes, i never had many sexual adventures prior to my marriage, so the feeling of being wanted by a beautiful young lady who equally assured me of every secrecy i could ever ask for really got into my head. I doubt if any of you guys reading this story will be able to resist Comfort supposing you were in my position.
Two days later, I did a very unusual thing by inviting her to my house. She showed up at exactly 7:45pm that Thursday evening looking very stunning in a sexy revealing gown.
“i can’t believe you actually invited me here. What a good start in our relationship but how about your wife?” she asked as she walked into my apartment.
“she’s out of town. I’m here all alone” i breathed quietly.
“Aren’t you bothered that someone, probably a neighbour might tell her about my visit?” she intelligently asked as she settled down in my living room. I smiled and shook my head.
“it’s a possibility i can’t deny but you are here already and i can’t turn back the hands of time” i answered.
“so what now?” she asked, crossing her legs provocatively.
“yea i think my body needs the kind of fire in you. Our first time together was memorable but i want something hotter” i teased, knelt by her side and kissed her.
“oh you are not a gentleman, Seriously. You didn’t even offer me anything huh” she hissed playfully, while her left hand unbuttoned my shirt, giving her access to my n-----s which she squeezed with the same hand.
“how about a bathroom s-x?. I bet your wife is yet to give it to you?” she asked.
“c’mon see my height?, just like my wife you aren’t the same height with me for that s--t” i answered, softly kissing her again.
“don’t you have a kitchen stool huh?, or even a bathtub?” she asked while i rolled my eyes and smiled.
“i’m going to teach you how to be a bad boy. I pray you don’t run” she joked and bit my ear.
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Fifteen minutes later, we were totally naked in my bathroom. The only thing on her was a shower cap which she used in covering her hair.
“let the show begin baby” she giggled playfully, turned on the shower and climbed on the kitchen stool i brought in for her. She placed her right leg on the toilet seat and bent seductively, opening her k---y for a freeway penetration. I quickly wore a condom and moved in, grabbing her super sleek a-s as water poured on us.
“don’t you wish your wife is hot like me. Don’t you¿ 🙁 ” she sang as i rammed into her from behind.
Oh Comfort was just the type of devil you pray to see every night.
To be continued.
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