Girlnona
She had not seen Igwe's cock. She had not touched it. She had felt it push up inside her. She had felt its hot length pulse and throb inside her. Had been held in place while it thrust and surged up and down inside her. Had felt that extra-ordinary experience of Igwe's orgasm and that shooting hot rush sperm fountain up inside her. Something she had not particularly experienced with Mark. She wanted to experience that cock again. It was big and thick and long and she wanted it! She wanted to be stretched and pummeled. She wanted to be fucked by him! The bedroom door opened and Mark walked in. 'Hi honey. Sorry I'm late.' Flustered Angel flapped, but Mark did not notice. Throwing his suitcase down by the door, he went through to the en-suite bathroom. Angel gathered her thought and looked back into the mirror, a few touches were all that was needed. When Mark re-appears Angel was standing and facing him. He stopped dead in his tracks. "Wow, honey, you look absolutely gorgeous." A pang of doubt and fear overwhelmed Angel. After all these years her husband could still confound her. The love and admiration in his voice was so heartfelt. How could she do this to him? She couldn't! She was resolved. All her musing and pondering evaporated in an intense feeling of love for her husband. She could feel the warmth of his heart, and her lust for Igwe evaporated in a warm glow. "Are you ready?" "Ready?" she looked confused for a moment. "I am sorry I am late, but I appreciate you will be late for your philosophy session if we don't get a move on." "Oh, well...I am thinking of not going." "Oh nonsense, honey, these last few sessions have done you the world of good." "Well perhaps they have been enough." "You know what Margaret said." Margaret had been the clinical psychologist that Angel had seen after her relapse. "There will be no sudden cures, you need regularity, a pattern in your life. These philosophy sessions are part of the pattern of stability and you get to meet all the other women. I don't mind and you need to have more social contacts." "Well yes, but perhaps tonight we could have a quiet night at home." " Honey, we have quiet nights at home most nights. Tonight is your philosophy meeting and we both know that you need to keep this up. Now get your things and we will be off." "Mark...." Angela's voice trailed off as her husband rushed off up the corridor. God! He did not know what he was doing! If she went to the philosophy session tonight she would let Igwe fuck her. She would not be strong enough to resist the dominant African male. She followed Mark up the corridor and into the kitchen where he was helping himself to a cold fruit juice from the fridge. "I really not sure about tonight. I think I should stay at home." "Angel, honey, I love you, and we both know how you have perked up and been so much more cheerful. The last two times you came home positively glowing." Angel stared at her husband. The last two times I came home thoroughly fucked you stupid man! She suppressed the retort. She did not want to hurt him. Her hesitation was her undoing. Mark not realising her dark thoughts, took her hand and led her out to the car. He seemed to be oblivious to the turmoil in her heart. Would her husband be in such a rush to get to Igwe's mansion, if he knew she had taken her panties off and not replaced them? Did he realise that under her blouse she wore no bra? Would he turn back if she told him that unless he turned back Igwe would fuck her tonight? She looked across at her husband, who was concentrating on the bends in the road. Why did life end up so confusing? She loved him but he was driving her to meet a black man who would use her sexually and she wanted that, and yet she didn't! At Igwe's villa she turned to Mark, as he helped her out of the car. The cars of some the other attending women were already there. "I'll pick you up then," Mark looked at her questioningly. "Can you make it 10.30 tonight. It's going to be a longer session. That was one of the reasons I was unsure about coming tonight." Mark looked surprised, but quickly nodded. He watched as Angel turned and strode for the villa. Her thoughts were otherwise. The philosophy session finished at its usual time of 8.30. If what was going to happen tonight was fated to happen she wanted the time to make love properly. Her hips swung, her shapely legs stretched out, while between her legs her pussy twitched and throbbed in anticipation of what was to come.