OFFICE SUPPORT (PART 2)

Chidi was dutifully cleaning up the kitchen while Ijeoma was showering. He couldn't stop thinking about being with her tonight. He actually got a semi-erection as he imagined making love to her, prompting him to put down the plates and adjust. Even though he was alone, he still felt embarrassed. He leaned back against the counter and closed his eyes, thinking of Ijeoma's naked body, imagining of being on top of her, inside her. Just then he heard the water shut off in the shower. She was done.

A wild idea crept into Chidi's heart. What if he went and just took her, right now, fresh and naked out of the shower? It would be unnatural to do it during the day; lovemaking was meant for bedtime. But bedtime seemed like an eternity away! He decided he would be natural and do it—right after he finished the kitchen.

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Ijeoma stepped out of the shower and toweled off her long, black hair, never taking her eyes off her pretty new pussy. She had just grabbed her tube of moisturizing cream when she heard her phone ring. It was still in the pocket of her skirt in the laundry basket. She almost ignored the call, but saw her tiny Bluetooth headset resting near mirror. Ijeoma turned it on and put it in her ear.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Ijeoma, its Jide." He sounded a little distraught. "Did you remember to re-enable the security system today after finally getting accounts back online?"

"Of course."

Jide exhaled a sigh of relief. "Okay, I can sleep tonight. For a minute there I had visions of hackers plundering our portfolios and offering up my head on a plate to senior management. I'm sorry to have bothered you; I hope you weren't busy."

"Nope, just out of the shower," she replied.

"Oh?" said Jide, his tone audibly more enthralled. "So you're...naked?"

"That's how I usually take showers," she responded. Ijeoma couldn't resist the sarcasm.

"What do you look like?" he asked.

"Like an elephant," she bemoaned.

Jide laughed. "Women," he said. "Why do you always look at your body through such hypercritical eyes? Try to see yourself as a man sees you. An elephant is definitely not the word that comes to my mind. Look at your breasts in the mirror. You know they're amazing, don't you? Tell me what your husband sees." He waited for a response, but there was only awkward silence.

After a long pause, Ijeoma finally spoke. "Right now, baby?" Jide thought for a moment how to reply. It was an odd thing for her to say to him. Then Ijeoma spoke again. "Wait, can I—Chidi, I need to—" There was another long pause before Ijeoma sighed.

Jide spoke cautiously. "Ijeoma, I hope I didn't—" He was interrupted by the sounds of lips kissing. Jide wasn't sure what was going on. He had thought she was alone, but her husband was obviously there. Jide immediately felt a little guilty being so bold with the sex talk over the phone while she was at home with her husband. Sometimes his libido overshadowed his boundaries. His first impulse was to hang up, but he listened a while longer. They were smooching. He could hear the lip smacking and both of them breathing heavy through their noses. Jide's heart leapt into his chest as it dawned on him what they were doing. He was listening to the sounds of foreplay. But, why wasn't Ijeoma hanging up the phone?

He listened for awhile longer and considered whether he should say anything to Ijeoma. Rustling sounds from the room, which he deduced was the sound of Chidi's clothes coming off as they kissed their way into the bedroom, filled Jide's earpiece. More kissing followed, then a moan from Ijeoma.

"Oh my god," Jide said absentmindedly into the phone as he listened. A soft thud told him Ijeoma had landed onto the bed, still on the phone. "You must be wearing that your small Bluetooth headset!" he declared, as if he had just solved the riddle of the week. He figured Ijeoma was so taken by surprise by Chidi that she did not even have time to remove her Bluetooth earpiece. Chidi probably didn't even know she was on the phone, since it would have been hidden in her long, dark hair.

Ijeoma lay naked on her back, watching her husband take off his boxer. She was pleasantly surprised at the naturalness of Chidi's initiation, but would have liked about ten seconds' warning to end the call with Jide. She was trying to decide whether to hang up on him. If she removed the headset now, it might seem a little strange to Chidi that she had it on while naked, right out of the shower, and even stranger, hadn't removed it until now. On the other hand, what was the harm in leaving it on? Ijeoma fittingly decided not to do anything about it.

Chidi climbed onto the bed, his eyes on her pubic hair, which looked different than the last time he saw her. "Did you shave yourself down there?"

Ijeoma nodded. She didn't know what Chidi would think. "Is it okay?" she asked, watching his eyes.

"You look so different..." He studied her for awhile as a pleasurable, almost guilty chill flowed through his body.

"Oh, Ijeoma!" said Jide softly. "Did you do that just now? Holy Moses, that is so hot!"

Chidi got on his knees and bend under her thighs, pausing to admire his wife's pretty little porn star pussy. He ran his hand through her now-reduced hair and smiled at Ijeoma. She eyed him intently, hoping for his approval. She had never done anything like that before. She was dripping wet inside, aching for her husband's touch. He let a thumb touch between her labia, liberating some moisture waiting just inside. Ijeoma closed her eyes at the blessed contact. "You're ready right now, aren't you?" he said, rubbing his slippery fingers together.

"I'm really horny," she confessed.

"That makes two of us," Chidi replied, ignoring the fact that he had never heard that word from his wife's lips before.

"That makes three of us," remarked Jide. He didn't know if he should press his luck on having the privilege to listen in on a married couple's lovemaking, but then again, she had kept him on this long, maybe she wanted him to hear. What an amazing delight that would be! Still, he needed to hear it from Ijeoma. He was intruding and meddling if she didn't want him on the phone, and it was possible she couldn't hang up. Mustering tremendous self-discipline, Jide decided to get Ijeoma's clear permission. "I know you can't talk directly to me, but I need to know if this is okay, Ijeoma. Do you want me to hang up? Clear your throat or something if you do."

Jide waited for a response, but there was only kissing.

Chidi pressed his body against Ijeoma's breasts, allowing most of his weight to settle onto her. He kissed her deeply as he got up on his hands, positioning his cock between her swollen labia majora.

Jide needed one more confirmation from her before he could fully commit to this voyeuristic adventure. "Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?"

Ijeoma inhaled a quick audible breath as Chidi pushed his dick into her creamy pussy. She had been longing to be filled all day, and feeling her husband's hard dick slip into her with one long, smooth motion was taking her breath away both physically and emotionally. Hearing Jide's voice in her ear while her husband was inside her was making her feel sexy on a whole new level—and a little dirty, like she was doing something that nice girls don't do, slutty behavior that was secretly manifesting itself as a warm, delicious tickle deep inside her tummy. "Mm hmm," Jide heard her say in his ear, affirming her intentions and giving him the green light to listen in.

Jide rubbed his trousers in his short. "In that case, I'm going to get as comfortable as you two." He went to his bedroom and unfastened his trousers with one hand, wiggling them off and freeing his dick through the fly in his boxers. Jide stroked himself a while, listening to the kissing going on in his ear. He hated to put the phone down, not wanting to miss a second of this call, but he did briefly so he could strip the rest of his clothes off. Grabbing the phone, he crashed on the bed, naked. "I'm so hard listening to you," he said to Ijeoma. "He's inside you right now, isn't he?"

Ijeoma couldn't believe what she was doing! She had just told a man he could listen in while she had sex with her husband. It wasn't cheating, but it felt strangely similar. She reached up and confirmed that her hair was safely concealing the dishonest device in her ear. Her heart trembled with guilty pleasure at knowing two men were hot for her right now. She certainly had not planned for this practical threesome, but now that it was happening, she felt sexier than a cheerleader in a men's locker room.

Chidi drove his firm hips into his wife more forcefully than usual, his knees buried into the soft mattress. He was turned on like he hadn't felt in a long time. Her trimmed pussy hair was an unexpected treat, making her look not only loveable, but totally sexy. He didn't think Ijeoma would have ever thought of doing that.

She put her hands on his ass, probably the naughtiest thing she would normally do to him, and helped him keep the loving pace while kissing his neck. Ijeoma raised her legs up and spread them wide for her husband, letting the slutty impulses that were budding inside her blossom.

Jide was trying to picture what they looked like, and what position they were in. He figured it was their usual missionary position. This would be even hotter, he thought to himself, if they would try a new position. Suddenly a light went on in his head. What if he made a suggestion to Ijeoma? Maybe it would spice things up for her. A little encouragement might be just what she needed. He decided to give it a shot. Jide could hear Chidi breathing and figured he had better speak softly, so as not to be overheard. "Ijeoma, are you two doing mishion?"

"Mm hmm," she said, timing her answer again to coincide with the lovemaking and not raising suspicion from her husband.

"Mmm, I bet your little trimmed pussy is so wet! This could be your greatest night of lovemaking. I have a suggestion for you that might start you on a memorable ride. I want you to do something. You two need to roll over so you can be on top. Chidi wants to feel your sweet, round boobs with his hands while you rock your hips on his hard dick. Can you do that for him? Come on, Ijeoma, ride him like a cowgirl!"

Hearing Jide talk dirty to her while her husband fucked her was just about the most erotic thing Ijeoma had ever experienced. It was like a vanilla ice-cream suddenly got sprinkled with chocolate crisp. Her senses were charged and her normally passivebehaviour was being squeezed and pushed aside by a new, powerful inclination to please.

She pushed Chidi away by the hips and sat up. "Lie down," she gently ordered.

Jide could hardly contain his excitement at hearing Ijeoma follow his suggestion!

Chidi, a little startled at Ijeoma's sudden authority, was more than happy to please. He lay on his back, grabbing a pillow to put under his head. He lustfully watched Ijeoma's naked body climb on top of him, her creamy tummy looking so inviting. He felt her up as she got herself into position. Her breasts were soft and ample, more than a handful, and her soft tummy gave just a little at his touch. Ijeoma's skin was silky soft and creamy chocolate and was just now feeling smooth and dry after her shower.

Chidi rubbed her hips and up her sides and then onto her breasts as Ijeoma settled her weight onto his hard dick. The wetness of her pussy had become the main attraction, surpassing even the trimmed hair. She felt even tighter to Chidi as he glided back into her swollen pussy.

Ijeoma sat up straight on Chidi, her hips rocking rhythmically on his hard dick. This was a rare position for them. Chidi never asked her to change positions, and Ijeoma normally lacked the courage to suggest it. Both of them could feel the excitement building, as though an obstacle they normally had trouble clearing was safely behind them. Chidi began to thrust in rhythm with Ijeoma's rocking, his hands cupping her sweet boobs. Ijeoma traced the outline of Chidi's muscular chest with her finger, keeping her eyes on his, her expression intense. Silence was the normal mode for them once their lovemaking had reached cruising altitude, but Ijeoma was in the mood to talk, not only to further their erotic encounter, but also to keep Jide in the know.

"I've been wet for you all day," she said.

"You were thinking about me today?" Chidi asked.

"Thinking about making love to you."

Chidi smiled. Ijeoma leaned down to kiss him. She bit softly on his earlobe with her teeth before uttering in his ear, too softly for Jide to hear, "I love you."

"I love you too," Chidi responded. Jide did hear that.

"Awwww, you kids are so sweet! Now is the time to take it to the next level, Ijeoma. He loves you, but he'll love you even more after you do this."

Ijeoma gazed into Chidi's eyes, part of her wanting to be alone with him, the other part anxiously awaiting what her "teacher" would say next. And what he said next stunned her with erotic desire that would have weakened her knees if she wasn't already on them.

"Remember what we talked about at lunch today? Now is your opportunity to show him how sexy you are. Take him to a new world of lustful desire. Pull off him and have a taste of his wet dick. I promise it will be the sexiest portion you've ever had in your mouth. Mmmm, Ijeoma! I know your juices are running down his dick right now. Let him see you lick it up for him!"

He didn't need to say any more; she was ready taste their love. She only hoped Chidi would take it the same way she would offer it—a lustful gesture to enhance her undying love for him. She sharply pulled off of Chidi's long dick. Chidi's expression went from pleasure to puzzled—and then to surprise as Ijeoma made her way down to his glistening dick. She watched his eyes intently, unable to predict his reaction. Ijeoma got into a comfortable position between Chidi's legs and brought her mouth slowly to his dick, never losing eye contact. His surprised expression melted to sinful lust as Ijeoma's lips touched his dripping dick.

She had a first taste, just her lips on the head, her tongue slipping out to meet the shaft. The salty-sweet nectar erupted on her tongue and lured her further onto him. He was very slippery, the shiny coating peeling off onto her lips and collecting in a drop on her chin. The barely noticeable smell of her pussy tickled her nostrils, teasing her desire to its most dizzying heights. Ijeoma closed her eyes and opened her throat, taking the fleshy dick as deep into her as she could tolerate, moving up and down on it once or twice before she had to release it with a deep breath.

She stroked his soaked dick with her hand as she looked up at him again. Chidi's mouth was wide open, revealing his own erotic desires at having such a unexpected thing done to him by his sweet Ijeoma. He swallowed once and resumed his open-mouthed stare; still disbelieving what she was doing, secretly hoping she would continue.

Ijeoma took it in again, allowing the delicious, wet sounds of blowjob to fill the room—and her headset.

"Oh, gawd, Ijeoma! You're doing him right, I can tell! You're an amazing woman to do this for your man. Right now he's watching your pretty little lips gulp up your sexy juices. Make sure you look him in the eyes. He loves you, baby."

Chidi did in fact realize an affection he never knew he had for his wife. He could never bring himself to ask Ijeoma to do such a thing to him, let alone expect her to do it well. He lustfully watched his standing dick that had just been inside Ijeoma's drenched pussy, disappear inside her throat. He was so captivated by the feeling of Ijeoma's soft throat that he thrust into her, fucking her mouth like she was a little whore.

Ijeoma gagged at having his big dick rammed down her throat, but recovered quickly. "I'm okay," she breathlessly said to both men before lustfully taking the dick into her throat again. Chidi felt like such a fool for doing that to her, and wanted to apologize, but the stimulation took over his thoughts again, and he found himself almost thrusting into her as before.

"There's one more special thing a woman can do for her man with her mouth that is impossible for him to do to himself. I have a feeling Chidi has never experienced this before, Ijeoma, so you must do this!"

Ijeoma was intrigued at Jide's mysterious instructions. She licked Chidi's long dick and awaited her orders.

"Put his balls in your mouth. Suck them gently while you stroke his rod. He won't believe such a sensation even existed!"

Ijeoma immediately complied, moving quickly down a little further and licking his scrotum with her tongue. She sucked his testicles in gently, first one, then the other, caressing the thick, rough skin with her tongue, spitting them out and sucking them in again, all the while stroking him, just like Jide said.

Chidi took a stunned breath as his balls found their way inside Ijeoma's mouth for the first time. "Oh my gawd!" he exclaimed. "Oh my gawd!" he repeated, his mouth wide open. He breathed in audibly again. "Oh—oh—" he stammered. "Oh, fuck, Ijeoma!"

Jide burst out laughing, absolutely overjoyed at the sexual masterpiece he was conducting. "I think our boy learned a new word!"

Waves of tickling ecstasy pounded through Chidi's body with each brush of Ijeoma's tongue on his balls. He was having trouble expressing what he was feeling right that second—how her mouth was the most divine thing he had ever come in contact with, how her pretty face between his legs looked like the sweetest, most beautiful angel mankind had ever witnessed. She was expressing her love for him in the strangest way he could have imagined, and it felt perfect!

She was going way beyond their normal comfort zone, stepping into strange waters, taking risks for his pleasure and expecting no return. She was pleasing her lover in creative ways that he never knew she had in her. He didn't know what she would want from him, but he felt appreciative and mesmerized at the thought of returning the favor.

Jide had a pretty good idea what was going on in Chidi's male mind, and wanted to keep Ijeoma ahead of him, like the wonderful lover she was becoming. "Alright, Ijeoma, it's your turn, baby. Now is your opportunity to see how dirty Chidi really likes to get. Are you ready to get yours? Keep your lips on his cock, but turn around and throw a leg over his chest. Let him experience up close what's between those cute fleshy butt cheeks of yours. 69 is a magical number, honey!"

Ijeoma listened intently to her instructions while she rolled her tongue and lips on Chidi's dick. She moved from between his legs to alongside him, and continued to suck his dick, but she was unwilling to spread her legs across his chest. She just couldn't do it. This was going further than she thought they could handle. She was willing to dirty up herself in service to her husband, but to push herself in his face and expect him get even dirtier was too much. She couldn't bear the thought of Chidi suddenly getting turned off by her nastiness.

She lay on her side, sucking her husband's dick with continued wildness, her naked back toward him. She desperately wanted to feel Chidi's tongue between her legs, but she couldn't bring herself to force him. Maybe Jide was right, but she wasn't going to risk anything to prove it. Besides, she was greatly enjoying pleasuring her husband with her mouth, and that was good enough.

Unable to see his beautiful wife's face, Chidi eyed her fleshy naked ass as it lay in full view. Ijeoma had taken the privilege of putting the sexiest parts of his body in her mouth, but he had yet to seize the same opportunity. For four years, he had been afraid to suggest that he might enjoy something as bad as putting his mouth on Ijeoma's warm pussy. It was just something that a decent girl like her wouldn't want.

---To Be Continued---