Olu Shango signalled a waiter over and ordered for drinks. Howard had been so well enjoying their conversation until Ted and Holly joined them. Shango noted the disappointment on his face and gave him a warning stare to behave. Howard asked for a beer, as too did Ted; Holly opted for a glass of tequila. She was fighting herself not to appear discomforted seated between Shango and Ted with Shango to her left. Their drinks arrived and Shango continued chatting with Howard while Holly shot furtive glances at Ted that begged to ask how long they had to be here before returning home. It felt obvious that this had been a colossal mistake on her part of actually saying yes to him.
"How's your tequila?" Shango suddenly turned to her. His hand brushed against her arm that got her startled as if he was getting ready to make that perceived lunge at her. The feel of him set off sudden shockwaves that broke goose bumps across her freckled skin. She looked at him with acute awareness as if she had briefly forgotten where she was, only then remembering who sat beside her and what had really brought her and Ted here.
"Oh yes, it's very nice, thank you," she said. Her dimples burned into her cheeks it felt as if she had swallowed the sun.
"I forgot to say I love what you're wearing tonight."
"Thank you. But it's an old dress."
"I was not referring to your dress," Shango corrected. "I meant your perfume. It's very intoxicating."
"Oh yes . . . yes, I suppose it is. Do you like it?"
"I very much do." As if for emphasis, he leaned towards her and sniffed the air above her shoulder. His lips were mere inches from her face Holly feared he wanted to kiss her. "Do you ever wear it to bed?"
"No, not ever," said Holly, surprising herself by laughing gaily but still blushing at his compliment. "I won't be caught dead wearing this to bed. Ted bought this for me at our anniversary last year."
"I'll bet he won't either because it might make him jealous. How long have you been married?"
"We're going on thirteen this fall."
"Thirteen years, wow. You're two years from making it a crystal anniversary, am I right on that?"
Holly at first did not grasp what he meant, but soon did. "Oh, Yes, well, that's why we're happy being together," she reached for Ted's hand and squeezed him tight in reassurance against the nervous sensation inside her. "But not merely for the anniversaries if you know what I mean," She added.
"I certainly do. I genuinely love couples who stay together and play together. Isn't that right, Howard?"
Howard quickly responded. "Yes sir, that's the truth."
Holly decided to ditch the niceness and go full candid on him. "Why do you really want me?"
"Your man possibly mentioned all of that to you and what I'm about, didn't he?"
"Ted did. But I'm still confused by everything he wants of me. I've told him already that we have a great life together and nothing more would change that."
"I'm not here to change your life or marriage, Holly," Shango lifted her hand in his and Holly allowed him as she was again hypnotised by his eyes. "I'm not here to ruin what you have already with your man. I'm here to enhance it."
He caressed her hand with both of his while still maintaining her gaze with his eyes. Holly felt entrapped by his stare and would gladly have looked away if only she could. Her heart was beating fast. There was a warming sensation emanating from the pit of her gut and spreading downward towards her crotch that she could not contain.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Holly," Shango's words rolled off his lips smooth as silk while still caressing her hand. "Your husband knows it too. You've no idea how long he's wanted this for you. There're many things he wants to give you but can't. It hurts him inside realising that he isn't the one capable of making you feel special about yourself. That's what I'd love to do to you."
Holly assumed he was ribbing her and some seconds passed as she waited for the punch line. It was then it dawned on her how serious he was and she looked at Ted who bore a sheepish expression about himself. She realised this was where his twisted arguments of wanting her to be part of this lifestyle had come from. Goose bumps once again crackled across her flesh. The warm sensation down her gut was still swirling. A grim thought flashed before her mind that she was seconds from soiling herself.
"How about we head upstairs to my suite," Shango said to her.
Awareness lit her eyes. "Okay . . . but we aren't going to stay long, are we?"
"No, we definitely won't," Shango said. "But we might have to hurry."
Holly assumed that was some throwaway line and thought nothing about it. Shango took her hand and helped her out of her chair and led her into the hotel. Ted and Howard did follow but kept their distance, watching them stroll towards the line of elevators.
Shango led her into one that deposited them on his designated floor and from there led her into his suite. Holly went with him into the bedroom. His hand went around her waist and she cursed herself for not realising what his throwaway line had meant.
If Holly had any inclination of protesting to what she knew was about to happen, she did not reveal it. All tension dissolved from her mind the instant Shango kissed the nape of her neck. The warming sensation building inside her gut exploded into a galaxy of emotions as he kissed his way down her clavicle.
Shango led her towards the bed and made her sit down. Holly swept her hair from her face; her eyes glowered with avid attention of what Shango intended doing to her. There was also trepidation too on her mind. She kept expected the door to open any moment to reveal Ted standing there demanding they leave for home right now. How embarrassed she would be if that were to happen, or if he came by to watch her lose her shame with another man buried inside her instead of him.
Shango was on his knees caressing her legs. He slid his hands up her stockings and pushed her dress up her thigh to view her pantyhose. Holly fell backward on the bed and Shango then turned her over. He pushed her dress over her rump. Holly tensed when his hands pawed her buttocks. Shango murmured his approval as he groped and fondled her soft flesh like he was kneading bread. Holly had an ample butt; Shango was just as well impressed by the feel of it.
"Ohh yeah," he sucked air between his lips while still groping and caressing her ass cheeks. "This is a lovely piece of ass you have, Holly. I know your man Ted knows nothing about how to handle it."
Olu buried his face between her ass cheeks; his nose pressed against her panties as his lips made contact with her flesh. Holly tensed, then broke into a whimper as Olu propped her panties over her ass cheek before sliding his tongue down her nether region, introducing his finger inside her pussy as well. That sent bolts of current up Holly's spine as she grabbed at the sheets, her body taut, and whimpered with lust. She offered minimum struggle when Shango began wrenching her panties off her hips.
"No, no," she moaned feebly. "My husband Ted, he's—"
"He's not in the room with you," Olu responded as he then tore off her panties and flung it over his shoulder. "Your pathetic husband's downstairs right now. As you said we shouldn't stay long, let's get down to business then."
He peeled off his shirt in one swoop and rose to his feet to undo his belt. Holly remained docile on the bed hugging the sheets, too cowered by her emotions to want to do anything else. If there ever was a chance for her to run out of the room now would have been the time. Instead she remained where she was, fighting the crazed clamouring indecision in her mind, not knowing if she was being molested or pleasured.
Shango returned to her, pulling her buttocks apart and resumed lapping down her cunt. Holly winced with pleasure. Her body squirmed involuntarily and still Shango's fingers slipped into her flesh as he strove towards probing her pussy's nectar.
"No . . . no . . . Ooohhhh God, please, no," she was murmurs sounded more like moans to a listening ear.
Holly propped herself off the bed on her elbows thrusting her ass towards his face. She swore and groaned as his hot breath blew into her velvet labia. She bucked as his tongue burrowed into her cunt. He had firm control over her body; she seemed not to exist anymore except as an instrument to control.
"Awwhhh . . . Ohhh my God," she moaned rhapsodically. The warm fire was rampaging like a demented whirlwind inside her womb. Holly became taut like a wire. The fire conformed into a stick of dynamite and suddenly went off inside her. Holly whimpered aloud as she succumbed to her unbridled lust.
"Ohhhh my God, you made me cum," she moaned breathlessly.
Her body relaxed after that. Olu Shango let her fall back on the bed then rose to his feet again. He rolled his tongue over his lips, tasting her cum juice while working to get out of his jeans. Holly remained as she was, too weary to rise after her orgasm. It was the best climax she had enjoyed in a while and her pussy was still twitching like a live wire.
Eventually she half turned to get a better look at Shango's naked self.
"Oh my God," she gasped. Her eyes bulged in their sockets as she fixed upon the girth of his erection. She was awash with awe at his size, suddenly fearful of whatever intention he had of doing to her.
Shango read the meaning in her eyes as she stared at his shaft. It produced a grin on his face. It never failed to boost his ego, the super-charged power he derived whenever seducing a pretty wife the first time and they got a first-hand look at his package. The way their eyes always lit up whenever they saw his get-up made him know how well he had accomplished the first half of his job. What remained now was sealing the deal of giving the bitch a terrific fuck. The type of fucking that would shake their core, leaving them breathless for more.
"Not something your Ted has got in store for you, right?" Shango crackled while stroking his girth as he then approached the bed.
Holly was frightened out of her head. She attempted getting away from him but it was too late. She yelped when Shango touched her thigh as he came down on her, his cock pressing hard against her buttock. Still she attempted fighting him off. Shango swore and smacked her butt once, then a second time, hard enough to leave welt marks on her skin. Holly howled from the contact; never had anyone been aggressive with her like him.
"Don't you fucking pull away from me, you hear?" he growled.
Holly muttered a response that sounded like yes.
"We'll need to get this tight pussy of yours properly wet."
Shango inserted his glistened finger into her soaked cunt, then added a second one. Holly erupted with convulsion as she grabbed at his arm howling from his rapid finger-pumping action. She screamed till all that was left of her voice was a sputtering croak; she pleaded for him to stop whilst kicking her feet, struggling to flee from his grasp. Shango's grip on her did not allow for that. Eventually he withdrew his fingers and she curled into a foetal position panting hard from the concluded exercise.
"Come here," Olu turned her over. "Taste your essence."
Holly did as instructed; her body hummed with energy as her pussy was still wetting the sheets. Her mouth opened to let Shango insert his fingers between her lips and he watched her lick his fingers. Holly had often tasted her cum on occasions when she needed relief masturbating herself but this was a first-time for her, being fed her cum by another man. The charge running through her body was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and never for a man aside from Ted. A man who seemed more brutish and rough like an actual lover would. Shango recognised the glazed look in her eyes as she rolled her tongue over his fingers and knew she wanted him badly now.
He stroked his shaft as he positioned himself between her legs, holding up her dress to reveal the triangular strip of hair festering her pubic region. Holly was groaning earnestly as her body knew what was coming. Her legs parted for him and her pelvis rose inches from the bed in anticipation of his prick.
The instant moment of penetration was out of this world for her.
* * *
Howard stood beside Ted watching him struggle to light a cigarette against the strong wind hitting them. They had wandered about the hotel premises with no apparent sense of direction after seeing Shango and Holly disappear inside the elevator. Ted had suggested they go for a walk down the beach. Shango's prerequisite wish was for neither to be around while he had his way with Holly in case he required more time to break her resistance; neither men had dared to argue otherwise.
They were not the only ones wandering the beach at that particular hour. Howard observed couples playing near the water, all looking like they were having a great time with their arms around each other. He sighted others strolling in the distance away from the hotel's lights and wondered if they were seeking an ideal spot to fuck. Ted dragged on his cigarette and a strong gust of wind blew the smoke towards Howard's face.
"You okay?"
Ted gave him a perplexing look as if puzzled by the question. "Yeah, of course. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know, you seem way too relaxed about everything."
"Wouldn't you if you've got Shango handling your woman the first time?"
Howard recalled the images he had of Olu Shango having his way with April. Thinking about it now brought a perceptible glow on his mind that made him blush.
"I guess I would be high as a kite if I got to watch them make-out. You're acting way too cool about it."
Ted laughed. "This is me trying not to let off. Trust me, I'm feeling high about everything right now."
"I thought he was going to invite us over to watch."
"Holly was so nervous when he drove here. The whole time we were at the table, I was worried she might get up to leave. Shango and I hashed it out earlier and told me she won't."
"The guy's got a strong way with women," Howard mused.
"You know how people say stuff like 'you're the man'? That's just what he is. My feet was jumping under the table the whole time he chatted with Holly. I was fucking excited the whole time; why else do you think I'm smoking right now."
They were silent for a while staring out at the darkness beyond the waves crashing towards the beach. The wind was cold and strong. The only distinct light came from Ted's cigarette which the wind irritably blew in Howard's direction.
"How long are we supposed to wait out here?"
Ted looked at his watch. "Gone past a half hour already. We'll get going once I get done smoking this."
Howard turned to towards the hotel. "Do you know which floor his room is at?"
"Sure I do." Ted took one final puff of his cigarette then stubbed it into the sand. "All right, let's get going. But I'll need to call him first to know if it's okay. He told me earlier that if I knocked and the door didn't open then he's fucking busy." Ted chuckled at his wit and elbowed his friend. "Get it, fucking busy."
Howard laughed along with him as they returned to the hotel.
Inside, they approached the bank of elevators while Ted dialled Shango's mobile. Ted gave up after a while.
"He's not answering," he said. "But let's still give it a shot."
They got out on the fourth floor and went in the direction that was Shango's suite and knocked. No answer. Ted's mobile started ringing—it was Shango.
"Where are you, white boy?"
"Right outside your door, sir."
"Give me a minute."
Ted slipped his phone back into his pocket and said, "He's on his way."
The door opened and Shango invited them inside. He wore a pair of shorts and had a towel over his shoulder.
They came behind Shango who showed them into the bedroom. Howard was at first disappointed when all he saw were the rumpled bedspread, the items of clothes strewn across the floor, and the pungent odour of sex, but no sight of Holly in the room.
"She's in the bathroom," Shango said while running the over his face. Howard assisted him with picking up clothes from the floor while Ted went to see about his wife.
"Honey," he tapped on the door. "Honey, it's me, Ted. Are you all right in there?"
The door opened and Holly stuck her face between the door crack. Her face was sallow and wet; Howard looked at her and assumed she must have been crying. The door opened further and he saw water dripping down her body.
"I was cleaning up," she said, but stopped when she noticed Howard's presence.
Howard caught a glimpse of her naked self then looked away when she saw him. Ted gathered her clothes before joining her inside the bathroom. Howard went about putting the room in order while Shango changed into fresh pair of clothes; he appeared oblivious as if whatever activity occurring in the room was not of his concern anymore.
The bathroom door opened again and out came Ted with Holly. Her hair was all wet and messed up; she had a tired look about herself too. Ted pocketed her ripped panties and garter belt. She blushed when she said hello to Howard; no further words were required beyond that.
"Are you ready, darling?"
Holly nodded as she slipped into her shoes. She tottered for a moment but Ted held her until she got her balance.
Shango came and hugged her then kissed her. Holly tried to look away from him but Shango prodded her not to.
"I look forward to hearing from you soon," he said.
"Yes. Me too," she said.
Ted said goodnight and with his arm around Holly they walked out of the room. Howard wanted to go with them but Shango's hand fell on his shoulder, stopping him.
"Where do you think you're going, white boy?"
"But, I thought—"
"You thought nothing, white boy," Shango cut him off. He pushed his shorts down his thighs and his thick rod popped out. Howard stared with amazement at its size and was even surprised to see it was slowly becoming turgid.
"The reason I called you here was to see how good your mouth is for myself. Now get down on your knees and worship me."
Howard swallowed a gob of spit down his throat. He looked towards the bedroom door as if expecting to find Ted and his wife watching except they were gone already; there was just him standing in Master Shango's midst.
"Don't fucking waste my time, white boy," Shango snapped.
Howard dropped to his knees without a fight. He stroked Shango's girth with both hands. He inhaled the musky irritating smell of cum and sweat emanating from his crotch, then brought his mouth to the swollen head of his penis. He shut his eyes and bopped his head back and forth. Shango gripped his head with his massive hands and forced more of his meat into Howard's mouth. Howard grunted with effort, the whole time imagining how Shango must have fucked Holly and wishing for the day when April would get to enjoy him as well.