My Sexcapedes Episode 4
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???? My Sexcapedes EPISODE FOUR: ❣️
It was a shopping spree I had that Saturday. Susan mesmerized me with a lot of surprises that very day. She indeed spent a lot on me that day. She spent more than half a million naira. She got me pairs of plain-trousers, shirts, suits, jeans, shoes, sandals, ties, belts, cosmetics etc. After the shopping spree, she took me to a spa where my body was taken good care of. We ended the tour in an eatery where we freshen up our bodies and souls. In fact, she treated me like a king. In return, I offered her a basket full of appreciation.
We got home very late that day. We were very tired. However, we had no time for discussion as we all retired to our respective room to have a good night’s rest. Besides that, her husband was on call with her.
The following day was Sunday. Susan requested I wore one of the suits she bought for me to church. I accepted. At 8:30 am, we were already getting ready for church. I took my bath. Came out from the bathroom stack nak£d, used the towel to clean up the water on my body. Then reach for my lotion. She actually bought it for me yesterday. A very expensive lotion. She said that the lotion would take good care of my skin and add more beauty to it. So I unlocked the body cream, but it really gave me a tough time before figuring out how to unlock it. I mounted pressure on the lotion’s container, the cream spilled into my hand. You need to perceive the scents. It really smells so nice. I warmed the cream in my hands. Then, gently, using my both hands, I smooth the cream over my skin, from the ankle to the top of my thigh, then all over the remaining body. I repeated the smoothing action twice. I applied my body sprays before putting on the cloth. After dressing up myself, I shifted to the standing mirror to take a good look at myself.
The reflection I saw in the mirror was a very naive man in between the devil and the deep blue sea. A young man whose future lies in his palm but with a big price to pay. A very confused man. But above all, I still managed to see a handsome and charming tall young man. An epitome of beauty. The suit indeed looked too good on me. It complimented my stature giving me a perfect gentle man look with a touch of a big man but with an empty pocket though.
‘Wow,’ I said amid a great impression of myself as I turned both sides, still observing myself in the mirror. ’Money is really really good. Money will definitely look good on me. In fact, every man is supposed to make money. Just look at the way I look so good in this suit.’ I was complimenting myself. ‘Indeed money is the root of all goodness. I have to make my own money. Making money is a must,’ I said and reached out for a perfume. I had a spray of it on my body. You need to see how sweet I smell. The perfume, indeed, worth its price. It was a very costly perfume. A designer perfume. When I heard the price that day, I freaked out. But I had to keep quiet, after all, the money was not mine and the spender was doing the spending with happiness.
After all said and done, I had to carry myself like a crate of egg to the sitting room. You really need to see my shoulders up as if I was Bill Gate. I got to the sitting and waited for Madam Susan to finish kitting up herself because she was a big masquerade. Although she doesn’t disappoint because she was a great fashionista. Her luxurious style and unique fashion sense earned her the title of Nigerian Kim Kardashian from her fans on social media. Whether it’s on duty or on the streets, Susan always looked stunning. And one thing I loved so much about her was she doesn’t depend on her husband’s money to look good. She has the money and she spent it on herself.
I stood staring at the television when Susan made her way to the sitting room from upstairs. I glanced over my shoulder and behold, who I saw was a stunning lady, cart walking towards me. I pretended to be focusing on the television. Just then, I felt hands over my waist from the back. I don’t need a seer to tell me it was her. I could perceive her smell. It was nice and very r0mantic. She rested her head on my shoulder. Her two oranges on her chest also rested on my body, the softness of the b00bs penetrated deep into my vein provoking the man in between my two legs. Her breath oozing into my nose was another big turn on to me. But I maintained focus, watching the television.
‘Even from afar, you look so beautiful. Darling, you are a special creature. I really cherish you so much.’ She whispered into my ear. ‘Please can you turn around, let me take a good look at your charming face’, she said while disengaging herself from me.
I stood dumbfounded, pretending to be shy. Although I wasn’t, just that that the id|ot in between my legs has landed me into trouble. So I was trying to use my legs to adjust the ‘long john’ that was surging up its head looking for where to come out from. (Every man will definitely understand the situation I am talking about).
‘Come on, don’t play a difficult game to me. Turn around and let me see your sweet face’, she said while holding my hand up above my head, gradually, she turnt me back like that of two lovers playing a game of love in a garden. Like a flexible statue, I turned towards her. She held me on my waist with her hands, lustifully admiring my look from head to toes.
‘Always active down there’, she said, admiring the iron between my legs. ‘Indeed God took His time to create you. He gave you everything in quantum.’ She paused, staring deep into my eyes with her sexxductive look. I couldn’t look back to her face because the little glance I had at her, the lust on her face alone melted my heart. So I concentrated my look elsewhere like a young v|grin being woo by a man. ‘I like you so much. As a matter of fact, I can’t wait to have you all inside me’, she concluded, planting a kiss on my lips. ‘Let’s go to church’, she added while disengaging from my body. I watched her reach for the car key from the center table and made her way to the garage.
I followed her with her bag. But I wasn’t myself. My brother’s wife kissed me. Not only that, she also wants me inside of her. How can I bite a hand that feeds me? Is that not an abomination? On a second thought: But Susan has proven that she’s capable of feeding me too. That she’s a wheel capable of taking me to a greater height. She’s the only one who sees reason in me, especially my adamant to practice my profession unlike my brother who’s after me joining his business empire which I don’t want to. All these and many more, I was contemplating while we marched to the garage.
‘The last person I need to offend now is Susan because she’s the only hand that is really feeding me now with all I need to grow in life. I really need to do whatever it takes to keep being relevant to her. Susan is nothing but my destiny helper. So I don’t need to offend her; I need to do her biddings’. I was talking to myself while waiting for her to drive out from the garage.
I don’t think I have admired a car before the way I admired Susan’s car. It was a white Toyota Venza. Though I was not sure of the model, but I knew very well it was the latest model of Venza because I once overheard her telling her brother something like that. The interior of the motor was top notch. Very comfortable and relaxing to be in, and its interior has an appealing appearance with quality materials, cushy seats and a sleek, intuitive infotainment system. Another thing that would make you fall in love with the motor was its packed with convenience and safety features as well. In fact, anytime I am in the car, I always pray for an unending journey just to enjoy the ride to the fullest.
‘I love the way you always admire this my vehicle’, Susan shocked me. I never knew that she had noticed it too. ‘You like the car?’, she asked.
‘Of course, who no like better thing’, I said while passionately admiring the motor even more.
‘Can you drive?’, she asked.
‘No, I can’t’. I had to be honest with her.
‘Would you like to learn how to drive?’, she asked,
‘Of course, I would like to learn if I had the opportunity’, I replied with every honesty in me.
‘What if I teach you how to drive?’, she said, smiling.
‘I will really appreciate it’, I replied. Though I was somehow skeptical about the idea of her teaching me how to drive. ‘Wouldn’t it be more ideal if I go to driving school?’, I asked.
‘Don’t worry, let me be your driving school. Anything for you’, she added with a romantic tap on my thigh with her right hand.
‘Thank you very much ma’, I appreciated it.
One thing I admired a lot about Susan was her hardworkness. She so much believed in the principle of a woman being financially independent from a man. She really worked so hard for her money and luxurious lifestyle. She bought the car herself. The vehicle that her husband bought for her was a Toyota RAV4 and Lexus RX 300 model.
‘You can have the Toyota RAV4’, she said, smiling.
‘What did you just say now?’. I had to ask to be sure of what I heard.
‘You heard me loud and clear. You can have the Toyota RAV4 to yourself’, she repeated.
I had to hug her when I couldn’t contain my joy. You really need to see the happiness that overflowed in me that day.
‘Don’t worry, I will really treat you like a king only if you will do my bidding,’ she said while staring into my eyes. ‘I will start teaching you how to drive this evening..,’ she added.
We continued the discussion till we got to the church. She parked under the instructions of the vigorous and resilience boys and girls of Man of Order and Discipline (MOD). So with bodies full of pretentious holiness and souls full of impunities, we moved together into the church like husband and wife.
To Be Continued…
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