Patricia
stood naked in front of the full length mirror and studied her reflection. Her
full breasts still stood firmly despite having weaned two children. She turned
around and looked at her bare buttocks which still bore the marks of the love
bites that Mark had inflicted on it just the night before. She rubbed the spot
lovingly and sighed to herself. She had to apologize to him, he had left the
house angrily that morning after she had refused him morning sex. She had been
too tired from their passionate lovemaking last night to have energy for
another morning session of sex. Mark was like an insatiable animal when it came
to sex and although she enjoyed sex every bit as much as he did, she had just
been too tired from last night.
Her mind wandered to yesterday
when they had almost burnt down the whole house as Mark took her against the
kitchen counter. She smiled at the memory of how they had been lucky that their
four year old son, Robert had not walked in on them as Mark slammed into her
with the frenzy of a mad man. Ten years of marriage and they still fucked like
two teenagers who had just discovered the pleasure of sex. She had to apologize
to him, the sex was great no doubt; Mark never hidden the fact that he liked
sex a lot during their courtship. How else could she explain that time when he
had gone down on her at the movies, the time when they had done it at his brother’s
engagement ceremony and that time he had fingered her even when his mother was
just sleeping by the next couch. Did he even mind the fact that his mother
might have heard the sounds of their wet skin making its slip-slap sound as his
dick went in and out of her own every ready vagina later that night?
Quickly, Patricia pulled out a
slinky body con red dress that she had been keeping for Mark’s birthday that
was supposed to hold in a week’s time. She wore no underwear under the dress
which clung to her like second skin and her nipples pointing out against the
strain of the tight dress. She threw the leather jacket he had gotten her that
time she had had a craze for biker jackets over the dress and slipping her feet
into a pair of high heels, she studied her reflection in the mirror one re time
before heading out to the garage.
As Patricia manoeuvred her 2016
Prado Jeep into the parking lot of Mark’s human resources company, she smiled
in anticipation of what was to come. Their make up sex was always special,
especially when it was she that had offended Mark. It was always like he wanted
to fuck his anger out of her and she was always too willing to take the
brutality of his dick. Oh lawd, she thought as she felt a quaver between her
legs, how she loved his dick. The meaty veins that stood out prominently on it
when he was rock hard and the pulsating energy that seemed to emanate from it
whenever she was driving him crazy. Her eyes had almost popped out of her head
the first time she saw his dick, it must have been at least a good ten inches
long and the width of it had got her wondering if she could accommodate him.
Thank God she had not been a virgin.
She got down from the car and
waved at Adamu the gate man before heading into the building. Her heels made no
sounds on the plush carpet that greeted her feet when Steve opened the
revolving doors for her. Her heart was thumping in her chest now that she was
almost here, she bestowed a smile at Angela his secretary and asked if he was
in with a tilt of her head. Angela’s affirmative nod had her taking a deep
breath before she walked past the secretary area and pushed open the door. She
stood at the door and watched his bent head as he scribbled furiously on a
paper.
“I don’t want to be disturbed
dammit. How many times do I have to tell you that Angela.” He didn’t look up
from the paper he was working on.
“Am I now a disturbance?” A half
smile played on her lips as his head jerked up at the sound of her voice.
“What are you doing here?
Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Is that any way to welcome your
wife now?” She turned and opened the door, peeking out at Angela while shooting
out her ass at Mark, “Angie dearie, tell any visitor that Mark is busy, we
don’t want any interruptions.”
“What are you doing?” His voice
held a bit of suspicion in it.
“I only came to pay my husband a
visit at work since he left so hurriedly this morning,” as she talked, Patricia
dropped the leather jacket that she was wearing over her dress and walked
towards him. She saw his eyes go straight to her nipples which was clearly
visible in the bodycon dress and he stood up from his chair.
“What do you think you are doing
Patty? I am trying to work you know?”
“And I am trying to say sorry,”
she said and swept her hair out of her eyes before pulling him closer to her
with his tie. Her mouth was very close to his as she tugged at the tie and
began to unbutton his shirt, “I am sorry about this morning baby, just that you
wore me out last night but now your girl needs a good riding.” She had finished
unbuttoning his shirt and he rested her head on his hard chest taking in the
smell of him. His arms encircled her before slipping under her dress. When his
hand met naked skin, Mark’s head seemed to him as if it suddenly swelled and
was about to burst. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath her dress? Goodness
gracious!
He swooped her off her feet and
dropped her on the table, pushing her dress up her thighs to confirm what his
hand had just communicated to his brain. Patricia threw her head back and
spread her legs apart…
To be continued Next week Monday at 6:40pm
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