LOVECRAFT EROTICA: TAG TEAM

The people on the line of the queue looked on in silence, as the celebrant barked at the woman on the line ‘serves her right, she was on the line before and she came again for a second round, when others have not eaten.’ Was the consensus amongst the witnesses of the brutal put-down by the retired Judge…Matilda and Nelson, her husband, profusely apologized but the tongue lashing continued and was only stopped when the Judge’s wife intervened ‘my dear, please let people eat food, it was prepared for them.’ The woman said pleading on behalf of Matilda and her husband, and any future victim of the Judge’s legendary no-nonsense approach to life, being a strict disciplinarian and what not. While no one dared stand up to the moneybag, they murmured amongst themselves ‘All because he has money O.’ Samson whispered in his wife’s ear, who promptly replied ‘Toh, what can one do.’ Her reply coming from a place of hunger and disinterest.

Leaving his victims to dish their “seconds” the Judge went across the line, making sure no one else was there for another round of food, in defiance to his wife’s plea to allow people eat as much as they desired. The guests on the VIP line were glad that they would not be recipients of the vicious tongue lashing, being men and women of substance ‘Judge Charles, you calm down, that was harsh.’ Chief Milton said underneath his breath.

Judge Charles approached Susan and her husband, Titus, the woman greeted the man but he ignored her and waved his hand at Titus ‘this man is a snub.’ Susan said to her husband ‘you said it before, it is only because he is wealthy.’ The woman said, agreeing with her husband’s earlier observation.

The couple sat to eat their food “honey is everything okay?” Nelson asked his wife, Matilda, the woman stammered “yes, yes my dear.” The woman replied, continuing she said “this life is turn by turn, by God’s grace when you make it – we will treat people much more better than this man is treating us.”, to which Nelson replied in the affirmative and with the nod of his head. Matilda had just put one spoon of rice in her mouth, when her phone vibrated “Hello, hello…I can’t hear you…” she said, excusing herself, mentioning that a customer was on the line, she moved into the darkness to receive the call. Nelson was well aware that “big men” were at the party, and their eyes were going to and fro, looking for new “conquests”; his wife Matilda would be a prime target – a petite woman of 1.47m in height, endowed with breasts and a buttock that maintained its discipline while she walked whilst still poking out, seemingly inviting its viewer to grab it…as he the lawful “owner” had done on many occasions.

But Nelson was confident, he had a secret, having on a regular basis gone through his wife’s contact, he knew the number of contacts she had – he would go through her phone later this night and see if she had added new contacts and so he gulped his beer and continued eating his food while Matilda answered her call.

Susan and Titus, her husband gisted over the plate of swallow and Afang soup when her phone began to vibrate on the table, reading the message, she drank the fruit wine.

‘Did you get my message?’ the message read.

‘Yes.’ Susan replied.

‘So?’ was the reply.

‘Tell me why you want me to come, I will come, Sir.’ Susan replied.

‘Just come first now.’ The message read.

‘Okay I will come with my husband as usual.’ Susan replied.

‘No now. I want you to come, I will give you money.’ The message read.

‘Money for coming? But wait what are you giving me money for? Where are you?’ Susan typed.

‘Can I quickly see you…just quickly.’ Was the reply.

‘Okay. But Titus is here.’ Susan replied.

‘Just come.’ The message read.

“See our next door neighbor and the victim of the Judge’s wrath, maybe she’s going to cry.”…”Or go for another round of food!” Titus said while laughing, his wife replied “some people just like being embarrassed, I am coming let me go and use the toilet.” Susan said.

Nelson saw Susan from a distance heading in the same direction as his wife had gone, and licked his lips – Susan’s hips were unreal, the petite woman had formed a bond with Matilda, over the mutual pettiness - the pair being perhaps the shortest women in the community. Matilda and Nelson, Susan and Titus, were next-door neighbors and had Susan and Titus arrived on time, they would have sat on the same table.

The woman made her way towards the main house, managing not to raise any suspicion as everyone assumed she had come on an errand. Not knowing where she was heading she looked around the busy kitchen, it was luxurious and currently occupied with a lot of people “Madam, here, carry this tray…” Judge Charles said to the petite woman who collected the tray. Someone thought he had recognized the woman but as the Judge had given her a tray, he assumed she had been a worker, working outside and had been sent to assist with the service to the people inside the house. Judge Charles led the woman to the first floor “drop the tray inside there.” The man said opening the door of his study, as the petite woman entered, he quickly entered and shut the door.

‘Chairman, where are you?’ the woman sent as a message

‘Come out of the compound, and cross into the bush.’

‘I am coming.’ The woman replied.

When his wife had not come back yet, Nelson decided to follow Susan and perhaps catch her in the act with a “big man” and use that to satisfy his lustful desires with his neighbors’ voluptuous wife, but in the process he got distracted, desperately looking for Susan, he asked someone and the person directed him in the direction of the main house.

Titus also not seeing his wife, came up with an alcohol-inspired idea to go and ask his benefactor, Judge Charles for some transport money; shaking his head in the vain hope removing his tipsiness, he headed in the direction of the main house, only to be disoriented and head out of the compound into the bushes.

“Oh my goodness, what style is this?” the figure lying on the floor asked the figure mounted on him, in the dimly lit room. “Ohhh its cowgirl or konko below, do you like it?” the female voice moaned “I know its doggie you want, but let’s try something different, Charles.” The female voice said, as the man groaned with pleasure, his hard cock being fixed deep inside the pussy of the woman on top of him, even as she moved her waist – riding his cock…her big butt rubbing against his body.

Nelson couldn’t believe his ears “Judge Charles and Susan.” The man whispered, a smile crossing his face as he pulled out his cock and began stroking it “hmm Konko below, I love it when Matilda does that on my cock, I wonder if Susan can ride better with her wide hips.” The man said as he continued stroking his cock faster and harder as he peered through the window, watching the Judge now fucking the woman – missionary style.

Titus got to the bushes outside the compound before realizing the mistake he had made. And just as he turned to leave, he saw a woman up against a tree, her thick thighs parted, resting on the arms of a bulky man who was going back and forth in-between her thick thighs “these people have no shame.” Titus said underneath his breath as he shook his head. He should record them, and so he pulled out his mobile phone. Titus wanted a taste of the action, and slowly approached close to where he could see the pair much more clearly in action.

The video would be his ticket to having a nice time with the woman. Then the woman spoke.

”Charles…” the woman moaned, Titus realized that the man in the bush, fucking this woman was Judge Charles – so this disciplinarian likes to taste other women apart from his wife...and she probably is someone’s wife! Titus pulled out his cock and continued recording the live sex session under the cover of the moonlight.

The woman in the private parlor on the first floor pleaded with her lover not to ejaculate inside her “fuck you bitch, my guy release am, release inside the bitch.” Nelson said as he splashed load onto the wall whilst looking inside the window of the study, when he was suddenly accosted by the Judge’s security.

Titus was stroking his cock when he noticed that the pair had seen him recording them and were starting to get dressed “Wait na. I have you people on tape. If you don’t let me fuck you, your husband or boyfriend will see this…and as for you Uncle Charles, you don’t want Aunty Clara seeing you do naughty things with someone’s wife or girlfriend, so when I come to your house, you will give me any money I want.” Titus declared.

It was then the man realized his luck, the man thought he was Judge Charles and not Chief Charles Milton “Okay my son, please don’t let my wife see what you recorded, I will give you any amount…” the Chief said Titus, before turning to the woman “Why don’t you let him, let him sleep with you.” He said turning to the woman who looked on. When she wanted to resist, Titus replayed the recording and she was subdued.

Titus helped himself to the woman’s already parted pussy, when he perceived his wife’s peculiar perfume “Oh this woman! I am almost cumming, let her do her worst, this your pussy sweet die!” Titus said as his cock brushed the slippery pussy, pushing the semen that had been deposited earlier, further in, before another volume of semen was added to the mix as the man ejaculated.

The woman recognized the voice of the man fucking her.

Nelson was beaten, his cum covered cock dangling as the man asked him what he was doing “Judge Charles is inside there with a woman!” Nelson screamed, hoping the distraction would save him. The C.S.O out of curiosity went to investigate, Judge Charles was indeed in the room “Sir,” the CSO whispered “is there anyone else in the room with you?”... The Judge nodded his head in the affirmative, the C.S.O sighed, Nelson shouts would have attracted Mrs. Clara, and he needed to think fast.

Entering the room the CSO advised the woman “we will bring him inside here, remove your underwear and say that we caught the two of you, fucking inside here.” The man said to the woman, as she nodded her head and as everyone was distracted, the C.S.O grabbed the woman’s big buttocks as he whispered in her ear “come and see later, if not I will tell your boyfriend or husband.”, the woman nodded her head.

As the C.S.O had rightly predicted, Mrs. Clara had come upstairs because of the commotion.

The sight was crazy, Matilda and Nelson were throwing punches at each other while the C.S.O stood watching in shock, and Judge Charles tried to make his way out of the study, only to bump into his wife.

“Prostitute! This is the same man that insulted us, and you’re here fucking him!” Nelson shouted.

Matilda responded “If I am a prostitute, what are you!? You that watched and wanked as another man fucked your wife!”

“Honey, I can explain.” The Judge said to his red-faced wife.

Titus wondered why his wife had not come out from wherever she was, yet he could smell her perfume. Having finished fucking the woman, he had pulled out and wiped his cock before his wife would catch him the act. Perhaps Susan had hid in the bush and was seeing him, so he decided to call her name.

“Susan!” Titus shouted.

“Yes.” The woman pulling up her pant answered.

A sudden cold feeling came over Titus as he stood there, realizing that the woman standing by the tree was his wife.