I Love My Husband But I Can’t Let Go Of The Good Dvck Of My Ex Boyfriend

Each time i strolled into Victor’s two-bedroom suite located in the heartland of the city, there was a halo of guilt that shrouded me. Each time I left; the feeling always dissolved into cexual satiation.

My cex romps with Victor usually began with supposedly innocent WhatsApp texts. Gradually, it turned into flirty solicitations that gradually weakened my resolve.

“Good morning pretty Daisy. Hope you are resplendent today?”, there was a charm around his choice of words.
“I am fine Vic. What’s up?
“I was thinking we could see today.”
“What? Please, don’t bring that up? You know I am married right?

Then bombshell. The picture comes in. A vivid, tickling, sensation-triggering image of his long p-nis. I struggle and struggle to fight the emotions.

Eventually, I agree on a normal friendly dates. However, my emotional needs always give way to the promise of cexual bliss.

Being married for 10 years solved my problem of emotional and marital stability. But it has never satisfied my cexual needs. My husband, Seun, is an incredibly intelligent and handsome man.
He is tall, fair complexioned with a milky, spotless skin akin to that of models. His urbane looks matched an imposing frame that swept me off my feet over a decade ago.

His promise of love, companionship and emotional support has been blighted by an insufficiency- a frustrating one- in the sexual energy.

“I love you baby”, he always began
With that, he plants a fiery kiss on my hot lips. I must confess, Seun is a master of the kissing game. His fluidity and energy with kissing is unparalleled.

He sets the tone in fierce rapidity that always harbours more to come. Except that, beyond that nothing much comes. From kissing, he drives down my neck with smooches, to my belly, then back to my nipples. He presses my bre*sts and ni_ples so much that I concluded he had mommy issues as a baby.

He was always babyish, passionate and energetic about the foreplay. With that, he begins to go down, undressing my p-nties and licking my pus_y with reckless abandon.

He turns me on to the very peak, then he releases his member.
The sight of a penis turns me on. But not that of Seun. On our first night, at full length, the size was just small and tiny.

His p-nis, at a quick glance and comparison, didn’t match that of any of my ex-boyfriends. I didn’t dwell much on that. So many men with not-too-big dvcks still fvck well.

But each time he penetrates, he does it lazily and hastily. His dvck does not hit my clitoris well enough. His thrusts are always laboured, unsymmetrical and ineffective.

At long last, 3 minutes and we were done. Despite the small size of the dvck, Seun just never ‘rises’ again, however hard my mouth and hands try.

This continued for the first three years of our relationship. I encouraged Seun to seek medical help. He just wouldn’t have it, claiming that at least I do reach 0rgasm.

The truth is I only always fake it. I had never even been close. Then, my flirts and flings with Victor recommenced.
I used the term ‘recommenced’ because Victor and I were no strangers.

He was impossibly cexy ex- boyfriend. He was my first man who washed away my virginity with cascades of cex styles and sensuous rides.

Victor was a ladies’ man. We had broken up over his infidelity issues. And I had moved on to a couple of other guys before Seun finally came through.

Victor and I continued our WhatsApp chats. Before I knew it, he began to evoke old memories with steamy texts messages and pictures.

At some point, he even sent p-rn videos which usually turned me on beyond measure
“What! Stop sending xex videos, Victor”, My remonstration was faint and hollow

Soon, I finally gave in to his persuasion to visit, on the condition that he was going to respect my marital status. Secretly, I knew it was a fluke. My marriage was not helping my cexual satisfaction.

And with Victor, I could get something masterly, on a platter.
The first date was about talks, flirts and xex. From drinks, we got tipsy, and got flimsy with our conversations.

Before I knew it, Victor and I were kissing rapidly. He lifted me off the settee and took me straight to his room. Although the same house he lived back then, a lot had changed about the furniture; new settee, rugs, chandelier and cutlery.

He was always the very neat Victor with a propensity for modernity. Though married with kid, his family lives in Canada. So, his apartment is as free as it used to be.

From kissing, my blue, short gown went off. Victor’s dvck came on.
Victor’s long, curvy p-nis was a masterpiece. And it always set my nimble body on fire. Sensing my burning need and desire, Victor would tease me a little longer

“Do you want this buried inside you”, he teased, stroking his dvck
“Yesss………”
“Say it loud…Victor I want this inside”

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