Appetizer 1: The Holidays.

 The door creaked as the steps increased.

The snoring slowly increased in volume.

The heartbeat increased in intensity.

The sweat gathered much more on the forehead.

The dogs barked outside in the dead of the night.

The door turned slowly, there was no need to knock – the key had been missing for a while.

The face poked into the now opened door before disappearing.

The person seated on the bed gave a silent sigh, turning to the child snoring on the bed, she tucked the little boy underneath the blanket. Getting up and tying a wrapper that had been on the make-up table.

She wore the bathroom slippers and headed out of the room.

……………………

The songs of praise and worship emanated from the masters bedroom.

The morning devotion was completed.

‘Honey, please wake everyone in the house.’ Sandra told her husband, as she rushed to heed the call of nature. It had been her responsibility but today it was Simons’ turn. Walking around the rooms, he woke up his kids and when he got to the parlor, he met the T.V still on.

Taking a deep breath, he was about to lay it on the culprit when he heard snoring coming from the room on the ground floor. Going to investigate, he met the door open and the august visitors’ young son, sleeping alone in the room “where is your mother?” Simon wondered to himself, he considered opening the bathroom to check but that would be improper, he reasoned; that would not have mattered to him, if he were an immoral man.

Maybe it was the way he explained how his childhood friend had saved him during the civil war, the bond they had growing up, maybe that was the reason Sandra felt secure having Ekaete with her unnatural buttocks spend the Easter in their home in the city. Regardless of the reason or reasons Sandra allowed a fully mature woman into their home, Simon had begun having sexual fantasies about Ekaete – wanking in the secrecy of his room to the secret videos he recorded of her big buttocks gyrating as she walked, or when she danced during the home fellowship. He would never dream of fucking his friend’s new wife, he was not an immoral man.

Someone else had also taken note of Ekaetes’ immense assets, and it was during the first-timers welcome in the Church, Sandra and Simon attended. Brother Jero as he was fondly called by his congregation, instructed the hospitality unit to keep the newcomers in the adjoining hall, he intended on personally welcoming them, himself. There were murmurs amongst those who had secret knowledge of the Head Cleric philandering ways – they all pretended not to have noticed the woman with the protruding bum-bum.

Ekaete had never answered so much calls as she did after dropping her contacts, for follow-up after her first service in her host’s church. And when Sandra asked who it was, Ekaete mentioned that it was the churches “follow-up person”. While gisting with her mum, Irene, Simons’ youngest child mentioned to her mum that Ekaete had asked where Peace Haven Hotel was. Sandra wondered why Ekaete wanted to know where a hotel was, but it skipped her mind afterwards.

It came to pass that Sandra had to travel for an official function, leaving behind her husband Simon, their son James and their daughter Irene, Ekaete and her son.

Simons phone rang, it was Brother Jero ‘My son, my flight tomorrow is first thing in the morning and your home is very close to the airport – I hope you don’t mind hosting me for the night, and I will be out first thing in the morning, you know the security situation isn’t that palatable.’. Simon breathe a sigh of relief, the siege of temptation had begun as soon as James and their Irene had asked to go visit their cousins, leaving Simon and Ekaete, and her son as the only ones at home.

Simon welcomed his “Daddy in the Lord”, as the man made himself comfortable, he slipped ‘Where’s our new member?’ Brother Jero asked, not asking of Simons’ wife. Simon wondered why the cleric was interested in Ekaete’s whereabouts, as he stammered ‘She is, she is around.’ His mouth speaking before he had made up his mind to tell the truth or lie.

‘And your wife?’ Brother Jero asked, forgetting that they had called him to pray over Sandra’s trip, ‘Oh sorry, I forgot that she has travelled.’ The cleric said, as Ekaete came in with clothes she had gone to pack.

Ekaete greeted the man who had been the voice on the other side of the phone calls, and Simon her host before entering the room while both men stole looks at her unnatural big buttocks – they both laughed, a covert signal to each other, that they knew the other man had lustfully looked at the buttocks of the woman who had just left the parlor.

Ekaete had a panic attack, when Irene told her that the cleric was spending a night before travelling the following day. Memories flashed across her minds eyes to the night when her husband pawned her to two of his creditors.

Johnbull and Samson were impatient to ravish her, while Samson laid on the floor for her to ride his thick cock, Johnbull waited his turn and she had disengaged from Samson’s cock, Johnbull would push his cock into her pussy and fuck her, doggie style – this continued until they switched to the missionary style to finish off the threesome, with both men ejaculating deep inside her. Not long after, she took in, the paternity of the child didn’t bother her husband because it would reveal his dark secret, the man was just happy to be free of his debts, he could always have other kids with her.

And now, was history repeating itself with these two men here, at the same time. Ekaete wondered to herself.

Simon, still viewing himself as a moral man for not wanting to fuck his friends’ wife, had begun tipping Ekaete in exchange for sensuous dancing which involved her moving her unnaturally huge bum in a seductive manner, while he masturbated – splashing his creamy cum into the condom that covered the head of his cock.

Ekaete sooth her conscience by saying to herself that since there was no penetration, she was not “doing badly” to Sandra for her hospitality; Simon was content with stroking his cock and releasing his cum on her bare buttocks, Ekaete fond it disgusting to clean the thick substance.

Brother Jero on the other hand, was fair game. The man in the clerical robe had wired one hundred thousand Naira into Ekaete’s account as a deposit, if only she knew her way about town, she would have gone to Peace Haven Hotel. There was nothing there, they were two mature adults doing what adults do when they’re horny – she had fucked two men to settle her husband’s debts, what would be sleeping with one man that was willing to give her three hundred thousand Naira. Until now they had to make do with what Brother Jero called “Sex Chatting”.

Ekaete was due to leave the following day, on the same day as Brother Jero, the Easter holiday was at an end, or rather Sandra had begun to notice that the reserved Ekaete was becoming too comfortable in her home. Simon was relieved that the cleric’s presence would be a deterrent for any covert, night time visitation to the voluptuous woman’s room for a farewell fuck.

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The door creaked as the steps increased.

The snoring slowly increased in volume.

The heartbeat increased in intensity.

The sweat gathered much more.

The dogs barked outside in the dead of the night.

The door turned slowly, there was no need to knock – the key had conveniently gone missing the previous day.

The face poked into the now opened door before disappearing.

The person seated on the bed gave a silent sigh, turning to the child snoring on the bed, she tucked the little boy underneath the blanket. Getting up and tying a wrapper that had been on the make-up table.

She wore the bathroom slippers and headed out of the room.

…………………………………….

Even if it was not going to be a farewell fuck, Ekaete could give him a farewell blowjob, Simon reasoned giving into his temptation as he snuck by his kids’ room and headed downstairs. Only getting to the door, did he realize that he would have to knock on it to awaken Ekaete but as his shoulder touched the door, it gave way, slowly – Ekaete was nowhere in the room or in the bathroom, where else could this woman be, Simon wondered as he retreated and headed to the kitchen. Giving up, Simon headed to his room but a groan from Brother Jero’s room caused him to stop and turn.

The groan increased in volume as he got closer.

Simon placed his ear on the door.

‘This your ass is big!’ Brother Jero said.

‘Thank you! Start with missionary, then we do doggie.’ Ekaete replied.

‘Let me do the one I want to do, he can wake up anytime and start crying for his mummy.’ Brother Jero continued.

‘That’s true, oya let me bend for you, so you can fuck my pussy like in those your sex chats.’ Ekaete replied.

‘My goodness, my goodness, you are sweet…’ Brother Jero groaned.

‘Pound am, Jero, pound it, e dun tey, are you a man? Fuck my pussy, fuck it hard.’ Ekaete moaned.

‘Oh my goodness! Have mercy on me! Must you go tomorrow?!’ Brother Jero pleaded.

‘Ah I have to, to go, the woman thinks I dey service her husband.’ Ekaete answered.

Simon couldn’t believe his ears, he feed this big ass bitch and she was giving it up to a man that only met her because she came out for first-timers.

The knocking on the door was furious.

Brother Jero and Ekaete paused.

Was it her son? James or worse, Simon?

‘Jero, open the door!.’

The look of shock on the man’s face was telling, who had the audacity to call the cleric by his first name, but there was someone at the door.

‘Hallelujah!’ the cleric shouted as Ekaete hid in the bathroom, while the man wore his pajamas. Opening the door, he met Simon who barged in without talking to the man.

‘Have you finished?’ Simon asked as he looked around for Ekaete, seeing the scattered bed and the arranged pillows was another confirmation, ‘tell her to come out.’ Simon ordered the cleric.

Brother Jero tried to feign ignorance, when Simon opened the bathroom door and there wearing only a white towel was Ekaete. Pulling the thick woman out, he turned to the cleric ‘have you people finished?’ Simon asked.

‘No, Yes, my son.’ The shaken cleric said to Ekaete’s shock.

It was a win-win for the cleric, he had ejaculated after thirty minutes of ramming his cock in Ekaete’s pussy whilst feeling her cold, bare buttocks against his body and he was not going to give her the balance of two hundred thousand Naira.

‘Did he promise to pay you?’ Simon turned to a shocked Ekaete, who furiously nodded in the affirmative, ‘Oya transfer her balance.’ Simon said menacingly.

A trembling cleric transferred the money to Ekaete’s account and pleaded that this should not leave the four corners of the room, that he was only human. Simon ignored the man, ordering Ekaete to pick her clothes and follow him.

Ekaete was still thanking Simon, when he led her up the stairs ‘what are you thanking me for? Come let’s go and fuck.’ Simon coldly said.

It was so intense the bed collapsed as the physically fit Simon went to work in-between Ekaete’s thick thighs and in her tight ass, the woman moaned all night long before her pussy quaked just as Simon came in her. She was going nowhere, Simon assured Ekaete while they fucked but the day of her departure had arrived and the man took her and her son from the mansion.

‘I am taking you to the hotel.’ Simon said ‘while I make preparations to bring you back to the house.’, as he drove the car in the early hours of the morning, only to arrive at the bus-station. Ekaete sighed realizing she had been lied to, good thing she didn’t tell her son, who would have cried to no end, as they alighted and headed for the bus – the bus driver happy to see the voluptuous woman he had brought to the city, offering her a seat in the front like last time.

 

The Buffet continues…