Chapter 23
She could not believe that she had gotten away with murder. As she scrupulously nursed the sharp pain she felt in his absence with a gentle rub, she felt bad about what had happened prior to the blowjob. She blamed herself for having to be indulgent to an extent of getting her pussy ravaged for money that she could still make from other non-physical skits easily. Trey's vigorous fucking had made it very hard for her to hang on as she felt some excruciating pain. Trey's withdrawal had rescued her from aggravation of what had turned out to be the most painful day in all of her sexual experiences ever since Sam broke her virginity at Midrand Guest Lodge. As much as they say the first cut is the deepest, the pain inflicted by the Nigerian's enlarged giant dick had proven to be the greatest thus far.
She wondered whether the mood she had exhibited had not at all triggered suspicion of displeasure over the coming of his UK-based parents. In all honesty, she felt some serious discomfiture given the outspoken nature of both his parents. Through their voice notes and overhead calls, she had gathered that they were no-nonsense takers who still followed through each and every detail they were aware of. With billions adding to their egocentric postures, she saw herself playing second fiddle in their midst, little did she consider that they were coming specifically for a direct assessment of their lucrative real estate business in which he had shared but
"Damn! That was miscalculated, it mustn't recur" she vilified herself as she put on another pantie on top of the sanitary.
As she sat on the couch watching some wrestling on TV, a message popped up on her phone and he could not believe it.
"Hands off my husband, little bitch. If you continue, I will come and embarrass you before your boyfriend" read a message from Chris.
That did not only boggle her but made her shift all her focus from the pussy bruises to what she had no answer to. She instantly felt provoked as rage incensed her. Out of a retaliatory feeling that she could not back, she decided to call right away.
The phone rang but there was no answer. She knew very well that it was his wife at it again. It had been evidently a while since they made love but they had messaged earlier on, she was quick to recall.
"Sam, tell your wife to go to hell and leave me alone. I'm happily in love to bother about someone else's husband" her one and only blue-ticked WhatsApp response read.
Upon his departure to a friend's graduation party, her wife took advantage of his forgotten phone and bumped into their chat. As much as she had not made a clear indication of the time at which she would be free to rendezvous with him, it did not need one to be a prophet to tell that the extra-marital affair that she had tried to stop violently was still blazing. What she was not aware of was the fact that the relationship was no longer as strong as it had been but she had every reason to mark her territory.
"If you are happily in love, then what the fuck are you still needing from Sam?" her other message read.
That did not go down well with her such that she was compelled to resort to obscenities so as to gratify her boiling infuriation.
"Then it means you are not able to satisfy him, if you were, he could not be messaging me. For your own information, I can have your husband's cock in my pussy at any time but I got no time for it now" her other response went.
She feared for Trey's arrival; therefore, she aborted that contentious chat by switching off her data.
As much as she wanted to forget about that provocation, it proved to be very difficult as she felt that she had been demonized unfairly. At that particular juncture, she gently tenderized her padded pussy as it kept aching in palpitations.
"Who the hell does she think she is," she said as she put her data back on.
"If you think that you are going to dislodge me from my marriage, forget and smile, you're just being used bitch" she bumped into another message.
"You think with your ass and not the brain, that's why you think that a vagina is a route to success, mongoloid" she continued with more vulgar fire.
She could not help but reach for the typos in reaction. What had been saying had struck her chord and the look on her face said it all.
"Please leave me alone and try to work on your poor sex so that your husband does not leave you for me for better and sweeter service. For your own information, he told me that he is still with you simply because of your money" she responded with her own discharge of effective missiles.
"Oh, you talk about me in your dirty corners, isn't it? Okay, just wait and see, you'll rue the day your parents left the earth" her reaction went.
She discovered that she had hit her where it matters the most and it was absurd to continue with the altercation lest Trey bumps into it which she did not want to see transpiring.
As she unhealthily busied with Sam's wife, Trey, who had passed by the bottle store to grab his Viceroy, was busy offloading his passion at a nearby brothel/ He liked the fact that the facility was well secured and enclosed for anyone to notice the contrabands that it was associated with. At that particular juncture, she fucked a chubby bitch who she had once fucked before. She had like the manner in which she had danced for him the other time. He had not hesitated to splash more than her fee upon that gratification.
She had been a busy body from morning to sunset as her fat and appetizing pussy let one cock after the other such that she really felt heavily fatigued but, like any other commercial slut, she could not say "NO" to money. He then felt somewhat displeased as she lukewarmly lay passively on her back whilst he fired his dick in and out rapidly. If it were not for the pill-boosted erection, his ego could not have allowed him to go on as he resolutely believed in quality sexual service.