Tales By Nightfall (AMINA CHEATS ON HER HUSBAND)

Tales By Nightfall (AMINA CHEATS ON HER HUSBAND ON HER FIRST TIME OUT WITH HER GIRLFRIENDS)
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BY Innobetty1
 
“How did I get myself into this?” Amina thought
to herself. She hærdly notices the puff of smoke
that billows from her mouth as she exhales the
cigarette smoke before it disappears through the
driver’s side window of her husband’s car (habit
learnt from growing up in Russia).
 
She does
however notice the first light breaking over the
mountain as she turns left, heading in an easterly
direction towards her home. She takes another
draw from her cigarette as she nervously glances
at the clock on the dashboard that indicates that
it is 02:35.
“Oh, God, I hope Ahmed will be asleep when I get
home!”
She doesn’t know how she will explain herself if
Ahmed her husband of 18 months, was awake
when she got home. What was intended to be an
innocent night with Amina having a few drinks
with Fatima, her sister in law and a few friends,
got out of control and lead to her returning home
at this hour.
Fatima invited Amina a week or so ago to join her
on the ladies night that happened the evening
before. The women planned on going to a local
drink joint, have a few drinks and catch up on the
latest gossip. She wanted desperately to accept
the invitation, as it had been months since their
last ladies night. She reluctantly declined Fatima’s
invitation as she and Ahmed had plans to spend a
rom-ntic evening together. As a criminal lawyer,
Ahmed spends long hours at his office and they
seldom get the opportunity to have a rom-ntic
evening.
Their plans for their rom-ntic evening were ruined
when one of Ahmed’s clients was arrested during
the course of the previous day and Ahmed had to
meet with the client’s family. Amina went with
Ahmed to see the family hoping that the meeting
would be over soon and that they could have
their rom-ntic evening. Amina was very
disappointed when Ahmed had to go with the
client’s family to see the client at the police
station. She and Ahmed agreed that she would
take his car and join her friends at the white
Castle bar where they were having their ladies
night. Ahmed would join her as soon as he
finished at the police station.
Amina felt s*xy** and over dressed for white Castle
bar as she walked into the dimly lit bush bar at
22:15. She was dressed in a red tight fitting mini
dress that exposes much of her curvy legs. The
neckline plunges down between her perky 36C
bosoms. Her bosoms are still firm at 32 and she is
very proud of her assets. She is a bit of an
exhibitionist and enjoys the attention that her
bosoms attract. She is only wearing red thongs
under the dress and she is acutely aware of how
her Tips are jutting out because of the cool night
air.
She s₱0ts Fatima and three of their friends sitting
at a table near the small dance floor. The bar is
really busy as there is a live band playing. Fatima
is a vivacious 35 year old lady and married to
Ahmed’s older brother Abdul. As Amina
approaches the four women they s₱0t her and
Saadatu waves over a waiter. Amina orders a
whiskey as she joins the others.
“What happened with your rom-ntic evening?”
Saadatu asks.
“Ahmed was called out on an emergency. He will
call me when he finishes at the police station and
we will meet up.”
“Ah, what a shame. You were so looking forward
to tonight.” Fatima said.
“Oh, it’s not that bad. One gets used to it after a
while.”
“How does one get used to being neglected most
of the time?” Memunat piped in.
“It’s his job.” Amina replied not very convincingly.
The truth is that she is longing for some male
attention. She is used to her slim figure,
voluptuous bosoms and long curly hair attracting
male attention. Since she married Ahmed she
does not get out as much as she used to.
The band played lively dance music and soon the
girls were in the middle of the packed dance floor
dancing in a small circle. They danced several
songs and decided to return to their table to
catch their breaths. At the table they ordered
another round of drinks. Arriving with their drinks
was a round of Whiskey. The waiter informed
them that it was complimentary drinks pointing
to a group of three seemingly young guys sitting
at a table not far from the girls. When they looked
over to the guys the guys raised their glasses in a
toast.
“Well, ladies I’m not going to let a free Whiskey go
to waste,” said Safiatu.
The girl’s poured salt on their hands, raised their
Whiskey glasses answering the toast of the guys
and downed the shots followed by the usual
lemon wedges. It was the first shots for the
evening, but not the last ones.
Soon the girls were back on the dance floor
showing of their dance moves their dance moves.
All of them except Amina were dressed in jeans
and because of their wild antics she was showing
a lot of leg. The guys came onto the dance floor
and asked the girls if they could join in. They
welcomed the company.
The guys introduced themselves as Emeka,
Chima and Nonso. Emeka was a handsome tall
man with short dark hair. Chima was a little
shorter than Emeka, but by no means short. He
was athletically built and his afro was well taken
care of and dark. Nonso was as tall as Chima and
also sported short dark hair with a goatee.
After dancing to a few songs Chima suggested
the girls join them at their table. As the group
turned to leave the dance floor Emeka asked
Amina for a dance and they danced alone
together to another song before leaving the
dance floor.
At the guys table the girls learned that the guys
attended a sales conference in town and that it
was their last night in town. As the night went on
the drinks and Whiskey shots kept on coming.
Memunat was openly flirting with Chima feeding
him the lemon wedges after the Whiskey shots.
Emeka and Amina danced several times and as
the night progressed. Occasionally Emeka would
let his hand roam down to Amina’s h¡p when they
left the dance floor. They also danced some slow
dances. Emeka was a good dancer and Amina
really enjoyed dancing with Emeka and didn’t
object when he drew her close to him. They
danced with his right hand resting at the small of
her back. His left arm and her right arm were
bent and she rested her left hand on his muscular
chest. She could feel the effects of the alcohol
and allowed herself to rest her head occasionally
on his chest. When Emeka let his hand move
down to her tight little bum she encouraged him
by squeezing his chest. Soon Emeka was
m-ssaging her bum. When they returned to the
table they found that one chair was missing.
Emeka offered that Amina could sit on his lap and
with no hesitation she took up the offer.
“Are you comfortable?” Emeka asked.
“I am if you are.” Amina replied wiggling her bum
in his lap.
When the bartender called last rounds at twelve
Amina had long forgot to check her cell phone for
calls from Ahmed.
The guys suggested they move the party to their
hotel as they had drinks and music in their
rooms. As Safiatu had an early morning meeting
she declined the invitation and excused herself.
The rest of the group made traveling
arrangements. Fatima, Saadatu and Nonso were
to travel in Fatima’s car and Memunat and Chima
would drive his car. As Amina had a little too
much to drink it was decided that Emeka would
drive Ahmed’s car and she would travel with him.
As they left the bar Emeka had his arm around
Amina holding her close. As Amina was out of
cigarettes she asked Emeka to stop at a kiosk to
get her a pack of cigarettes. Amina leaned back
against the seat waiting for Emeka as he entered
the store. When Emeka returned he commented
on how nice her exposed legs looked.
“They feel even softer.” Amina replied and offered
no resistance when he placed his hand on her leg
as they drove off towards the hotel. When he
started to move his hand upward she mo-ned
softly and parted her legs to afford him access to
her mound. He stroked lightly with his thumb
over her silky thong and she felt herself getting
even wetter than what she already was. He
continued stroking her soaking Kitty-Cat for a few
minutes. She let out a gasp when his fingers
moved passed the side of her thong and entered
her nether regions.
“Wow, your soaking w-t.”
“MMMMM and it’s all your doing.”
“choi, woman you’re making me Hot as hell.”
“I’m glad to hear that. You already know how Hot
I am.”
All too soon they reach they hotel. They find the
rest of the group in Chima’s room. Chima and
Memunat were sitting close to each other on the
double bed. Saadatu was on Nonso’s lap in a
chair.
“Where is Fatima?” Amina asked
“She’s in the bathroom.” Saadatu replied.
Emeka sat down in the other chair and Amina
again sat in his lap again wiggling her Buttocks
teasingly. Her bosoms were almost at Emeka’s
eye level and she noticed that he was ever so
often stealing glimpses down her dress. She was
flattered that she could still make a younger man
sit up and take notice. She decided to rewards his
efforts and to give him a better glimpse of what
he so eagerly wanted to see. As she moved about
the top of her dress moved to one side exposing
more and more of her bosom each time. She
pretended not to notice. She could feel the bulge
in his jeans getting h-rder and as she leant
forward to put her empty glass on the table the
top of her dress opened just enough to expose
her very hærd light pink Tip to Emeka. She
struggled to suppress a giggle when she felt his
rooster twitch under her. She spontaneously
turned to Emeka and k-ssed him full on the l-ips.
She looked over to the chair where Saadatu and
Nonso were sitting. She could not see what they
were up to, but from the giggles she was sure
that something was going on there. Fatima had
joined Chima and Memunat on the bed when she
returned from the bathroom.
Amina promptly returned to the task at hand
putting her arm around Emeka’s neck and
planting another k-ss on his mouth. She opened
her mouths and welcomed his tongue in her
mouth. She felt his hands roam over her legs and
h¡ps while they k-ssed. She began to stroke over
his chest occasionally letting her hand slide in
between his shirt buttons. When she came up for
air she whispered in his ear that she needed to go
to the bathroom.
She stared at her image in the bathroom mirror.
Her eyeliner and l¡pstick was smudged and her
l-ips puffy from the k-ssing. She was Hot as hell.
When she opened the door Emeka was standing
in front of the door. Without a word he entered
and took her in his arms k-ssing her again. She
felt her knees buckle and would have surely fallen
to the ground if he was not holding her. He pulled
her dress up and tore her p-nties off. He picked
her up and put her on the basin top releasing her
from his k-ss. She hastily fumbled with his belt
before loosening the button and zipper of his
jeans. When she felt his stiff joystick in her hand
she knew that she would not be disappointed by
his size.
“Oh, no. Not so fast, boys. We want to enjoy you a
little longer.” Memunat said as she grabbed
Chima by the Joystick.
“Let’s move this party to the lounge, you guys.”
She added while pulling Chima by the Joystick.
As they entered the lounge Saadatu and Nonso
were both on the bed. They both looked more
than a little disheveled with their hair a mess and
their clothes all wrinkled up.
“Where did you all disappear to?” Nonso asked
with a smile on his face.
“We just had to visit the bathroom.” Emeka
replied.
“Looks like we missed out on one hell of a party in
the loo?”
“It’s not over yet,” Amina said as she climbed
onto the bed with Emeka and Chima following
close on her heels.
As she lay down on her back Emeka and Chima
took up position on either side of her. Emeka
started k-ssing her and Chima car-ssed her
bosoms pulling and tweaking her sensitive Tips.
Nonso needed no second invitation and got out of
his clothes to join the trio on the bed. Fatima,
Memunat and Saadatu were not as eager to join
in and took up position on the chairs and
watched the foursome on the bed. Nonso
immediately went for Amina’s w-t Kitty-Cat and
dove head first between her legs. He lapped at
her labia adding his saliva to that of his friend and
her own juices. Emeka replaced his tongue with
his Joystick in Amina’s mouth. She s-cked eagerly on
his pole. Chima was s-cking on her Tips while his
hands roamed freely over Amina’s body.
 
All the
attention she was getting sent shivers through
her body. Her one hand was on Emeka’s Joystick and
the other hand searched for and found Chimas
Joystick and she started to stroke his Joystick in earnest.
When Nonso replaced his mouth with his Joystick
Amina felt that his Joystick was much smaller than
those of his two friends. Nonso pumped his Joystick
in and out of her soaking Kitty-Cat. Amina took
her mouth off Emeka’s Joystick and stroked his Joystick
in rhythm with Chima’s. Her head was thrown
back her eyes closed and she was gasping for air.
Nonso withdrew his Joystick, turned Amina around
and pulled her onto her knees into the doggy
position. He entered her from behind and Chima
took up position at her head. She opened her
mouth and started s-cking on his Joystick. Emeka
positioned himself underneath Amina. He slid his
legs between those of Amina and Nonso. His head
was beneath Amina’s swaying bosoms and all he
had to do was open his mouth and he could s-ck
on her Tips. It didn’t take long for Nonso to shoot
his load in her Kitty-Cat. When Nonso withdrew
his rooster from her Kitty-Cat it was replaced with
Emeka’s 19 cm rooster. This time Amina let out a
loud grim from around Chima’s Joystick as Emeka
filled her up and stretched the walls of her tender
Kitty-Cat. The two of them pounded their large
c*cks into her from both ends and she could feel
her orgasm building from the pit of her stomach.
The building orgasm left Amina short of breath
and every so often she had to release Chima’s
rooster from her mouth to take a few short
bosoms. During one of these breaks she looked
over to her three friends only to see how they
were stroking themselves to orgasm through their
underwear.
Nonso was standing close to the bed stroking his
12 cm Joystick back to life. She promptly resumed
her s-cking on Chima’s Joystick. Nonso attacked her
chocolate starfish. He lubricated it with his saliva
and positioned his Joystick at the entrance of her
tight little assh-le. He sunk the wh0le of his Joystick
into her Buttocks in one hærd stroke. The forceful entry
made her yelp in surprise and pain, but it was an
exquisite pain. With three d*cks filling all three her
h0les and pounding away her, brought her
orgasm on in a matter of seconds. She felt the
waves of orgasm rip through her belly setting her
Kitty-Cat on fire. Her Kitty-Cat walls clenched
rhythmically around Emeka’s Joystick. The clenching
extended to her puckered assh-le and made
Emeka and Nonso explodes simultaneously in
orgasm. Amina was still gasping for air when
Chima erupted and shot his load on her face. Jet
after jet of his Pour was shot onto her l-ips, cheeks
and into her hair. The four of them fell onto the
bed as the three women on the chairs reached
their orgasms one after the other. Amina licked at
the salty Pour on her l-ips and around her mouth.
Emeka’s Pour was leaking from her gaping Kitty-
Cat l-ips and trickled down the crack of her Buttocks.
After regaining their composure, Fatima
announced that it was time to go get going. After
Amina got dressed she and Emeka exchanged
phone numbers. They said their goodbyes and
the women left for their homes.
Since Amina did not bother to get cleaned up the
cold morning air from the slightly open car
window dried the Pour on Amina’s face and hair
as she drove home. She slid her hand between
her legs. Her fingers stroked over her shaven
Kitty-Cat and dipped into the sticky wetness of
her own juices mixed with Emeka’s Pour. She
mo-ned out loud while she played the events of
the evening back in her mind. She felt satisfied,
guilty and deliciously slutty all at the same time.
Amina could not remember when she last felt so
desirable and alive. She patted herself on the
back for getting Emeka’s number. She would
really like to hook up with him again.
Amina anxiously tried to see whether any of the
lights in their house were turned on as she
approached and drove up towards the house.
Pulling into the drive way she could see that there
was no lights burning and she sighed with relief.
She parked the car and entered the house as
silently as possible. She was totally sober by now.
She listened at the door of their bedroom and she
was able to hear Ahmed snoring away. She
entered into the bedroom and proceeded to the
en-suite bathroom to UnCloth. Amina didn’t
bother to clean the dry Pour from her face and
hair before heading to bed. She was still
savouring the memories of the past hours. A
sense of relieve flood over her for not having to
explain herself as she snuggled up behind
Ahmed’s back before drifting off to sleep.
When she woke up at 6:30 even before the alarm
clock went off she felt a Hot stirring between her
legs. She was still w-t. Ahmed was lying on his
back with breathing deeply as he was still fast
asleep. She moved down underneath the covers.
She reached Ahmed’s pajama p-nts and opened
the front slowly so as not to wake him. She slid
his soft rooster out the slit. She took his flaccid
Joystick between her l-ips and started to s-ck softly
on the tip of his rooster. Gradually she s-cked all
of his rooster into her mouth. She felt his rooster
grow steadily in,side her mouth. The car-ss of her
tongue along the shaft brought his rooster to full
Attention. Ahmed mo-ned softly as he woke up to
a delicious feeling of her early morning Mouth
Action. She was still under the covers, her head
moving slowly up and down the length of his
shaft. He lay like that for a little longer before
lifting the covers. Ahmed looked down and in the
dim early morning light saw his rooster in her
mouth and her looking up to him. She slowly
moved her mouth up and down on his rooster. It
felt fantastic, absolutely fantastic.
The sight was spectacular. It was sight that he
could really get used to seeing every morning.
Amina, with her l-ips surrounding his rigid rooster,
reaching about 1/2 way down. As nice as it
looked, he wanted more. So much more.
He surged upward, thr-sting against her, seeking
further penetration. She did her best, relaxing,
not resisting as he pushed the head of his rooster
against the back of her throat. His beautiful wife
devoured most of the shaft and it was so
incredibly exciting, he forgot to breathe. Only
when she eventually gagged, he realized how
hærd he was screwing her pretty face. He eased
back. She followed him eagerly with her mouth,
reluctant to let him leave her hungry mouth. He
held her face in his hands. He probed her mouth
with just the head of his rooster. Her hot w-t
mouth was alive, s-cking and licking at his er-ct
rooster. He was getting too excited and tried to
pull out.
“I want to finish you this way. I would like to feel
you shoot.”
“Just keep that up a little longer, and you’ll get
your wish.”
She eagerly accepted his challenge and went
after him with her mouth once more. She was so
gorgeous with her mouth stuffed full of his
rooster. Ahmed was looking forward to coming for
her. Afterward he would take his time exploring
her sinfully s*xy** body.
She shamelessly displayed her oral talent. She
took him right to the edge, and then grabbed his
rooster in her right hand beating him off into her
face. Gr-aning loudly he released a well deserved
load. She took most of it in her mouth, and then
turned her face and taking more spurts onto her
face and in her hair. She grinned lewdly and
pressed her mouth back onto his still swollen
rooster. His little s€×pot cleaned him up with her
still hot mouth. She knew she was safe.