The young woman's cunt was so enveloping and snug. She cried out in ecstasy as she enjoyed my cock thrusting inside her. She came again, releasing a jet of warm fluid to drench the stem of my cock; some of it inevitably ran onto the sheets. I took great pride in being the man who had taught her that fucking could be good, sweet and fulfilling. Her husband had over four years given her a daughter and a son. Yet she had orgasmed only a few times early on in their marriage. She told me she had forgotten the joy of climax in the last two years.
We had met one cold afternoon at a restaurant. I was sitting at my table enjoying a pilau, when a woman walked in holding a small boy by the hand. After them came her husband holding their daughter by the hand. They took a table next to me where she sat facing the window, which meant that as I was against the wall I could see her as she sat sideways. I noticed that the hubby had disappeared, leaving the two children with their mother. Presently he came back and they were served.
When she changed position to sit squarely at the table the leg nearer me she placed on the foot of the table, thereby raising it slightly above the other one. Though I could not see much more than the knees, I got the impression that it was no accident. Indeed during the meal she looked in my direction as if sharing a joke about how her children were behaving. But with her hubby next to her and therefore in his line of sight I could not smile back with any freedom. Just in the nick of time I pulled out one of my calling cards, placing it on my table with a brief meaningful glance while hubby was on phone. She looked me straight in the face and smiled, knowing her husband could not see her.
As they left, she swung her legs so to afford me a flash of flesh! Jeez, how brazen she was! Her husband, on leaving the table had his back to us so it was a quick movement to hand her the card, which vanished almost magically into her handbag.
She called me the next day, a Saturday. She introduced herself as Edna Onyango. She said she worked at the National Hospital Fund, in the Human Resources Division. I brazenly asked where she was going after work (she was in the office), to which she replied "straight home to do some chores." That was my chance to ask her to stop briefly and have coffee with me. I made sure to touch her on the arm, look deep into her eyes as we talked. I went in for the humorous image, making her laugh often.
"I have not felt like this for a long, long time. At work I have to deal with difficult staff, at home the kids keep me tied up, while their father gives me the cold shoulder."
I wanted to ask about her girlfriends when I remembered that she has no extra time to see friends. "So its a great gift of your time you have given me this afternoon. Thank you very much," as I paid the bill and let her go home. We chatted on WhatsApp in the evenings as her husband would be watching his favourite TV shows and quite often left her in the sitting room. At such times she kept up a barrage of chat messages which I enjoyed. I discovered that she has many secret sexual desires, too!
"Come to the Whitesands after work on Sat," I messaged her on WhatsApp.
