CHAPTER 1B: FATES OF FORTUNE - THE CONCLUSION.

Samson had made his choice.

‘Yes my dear, we will be going for the holidays at Albert’s place,’ Samson told his surprised wife, ‘don’t worry, their kids are on holiday and Mercy your friend from way back, will be around’ Samson assured the woman.

When Mercy saw Agnes after a long time, it was a mix of joy and concern.

Glad that her sister from Creek Town was around for to relay all the gossips in their native dialect, and concern that the woman who had come visiting was as endowed than her, Agnes’s buttocks filled the chair she was sitting on and the cushion went down as she sat on it!

Switching to her native dialect, she welcomed Agnes with a hug ‘Ah! They have started! I just knew they would speak the native tongue,’ Albert said, to which Samson replied ‘please don’t forget to put subtitles.’ Reminding the women that the men couldn’t understand the language.

The couples laughed.

Mercy requested Agnes’s presence in the kitchen.

‘Long time!’ Agnes said, as Mercy opened the door to see if anyone was nearby before clearing her throat, ‘I don’t know how to say this without sounding mean, but here it goes.’ Mercy said.

Mercy via the route of warning Agnes of Albert’s friends that may visit during her stay, Agnes promised her concerned hostess that she had no such thoughts in mind. But Mercy wasn’t going to leave anything to chance ‘let’s hangout, I will show you some nice places and introduce to some of my friends.’ Mercy said, as Agnes nodded her head in agreement.

Three days later.

Agnes threatened Albert ‘I will tell my husband that you send me useless pictures!’ Albert laughed ‘please don’t forget to tell him about the “small” pocket money I send to you and that small shop I opened for you.’ Albert replied.

Agnes stammered ‘Is that why you keep sending me pictures of your manhood, what do you want me to do with it?’ the woman said while Albert came close and held her by her waist and tried to kiss her, only for her to turn away at the last moment ‘come now, they’re not here, we’re in a hotel-room,’ Albert said this time being more successful in kissing Agnes as they both stumbled onto the comfy bed, Agnes had lied about heading to the market, only to meet up with Albert leaving Samson and Mercy alone at home, as the kids had all gone out to the park.

Starting from missionary, Albert pulled out and turned Agnes around, her big buttocks now facing him, he slide upwards and into her bare pussy with his bare cock and restarted his thrusts as her buttocks bounced off of him.

‘Fuckkk.’ Agnes moaned, as Albert fucked her lustfully.

Samson tried his wife’s line but it was still switched off, a worried look on his face ‘any luck?’ Mercy asked knowingly, the man replied in the negative ‘kpele, Samson, my back is paining me, can you come and massage it for me in my room?’ Mercy said.

‘Sure.’ Samson replied, soon he would be rich enough to snatch this mountain of sensuous mounds of fatty flesh from Albert and have her as a lover. And just as Albert exploded deep inside Agnes, spewing his man-milk on her bare pussy - Samson slide into Mercy’s wet pussy and began pounding the fatty mounds that surrounded her vagina ‘You’re so sweet!’ Samson praised the woman underneath him, as he ravished her inner parts with his bare cock.

‘I will make you my second wife!’ Samson declared as he went back and forth in-between her thighs, Mercy smiled as the cock gave her great pleasure, Samson being a little bit endowed than Albert.

‘Oh really,’ Mercy moaned, ‘finish me Samson, finish me!’ mercy moaned as Samson’s cock expanded her pussy.

And just as Albert with Agnes, Samson also came in Mercy.

‘You don’t know doggie style?’ Mercy asked as Samson rested on her after he ejaculated, the man shook his head, ‘okay, I will show you next time.’ Mercy said taking the pleasurable experience of her expanded pussy as a consolation for missing out on her favorite sex position, so long as Samson was around she could always be fucked from her big derriere.

The silence around the dining table was audible, no one wanted to ask the questions that might lead to the discovery of mutually shared secrets – the arguments would fill the silent, cold night in the rooms of the adulterous couples.

One year later.

Albert had lost everything.

Samson had gained everything.

Samson offered to host him, Mercy and their only child at his newly completed home, Albert agreed and moved in with his wife and child. Albert would return early from job-hunting to meet Samson fucking Mercy, doggie style on his matrimonial bed – the pair looked on in silence, and then worry as Albert began laughing hysterically, shaking his head, he walked out.

Samson went after Albert, only to lock the door and return to fucking Mercy mercilessly. A year later, Mercy would give birth to a child, the paternity of whom could not be established having slept with Albert and Samson.

Some months later.

Samson lost everything.

Albert gained nothing.

After a physical fight, the erstwhile friends realized that they had done the same ritual. After cooling off, they decided to return to Creek town to reverse the ritual.

Samson and Albert pleaded with Papa Doc, on returning to Creek Town, that the ritual be reversed, Papa Doc replied ‘…bring your wives.’ both men looked each other and at Papa Doc and nodded their heads.

Albert and Samson and their wives met a crowd outside the native doctors’ shrine, what they saw caused the women to faint and the men to scream.

Their hope for salvation was lying on the floor, half-naked with a still erect cock, foaming at the mouth, in his hand a picture of the new baby born to King Henshaw by his new Queen.

The End.

Agnes Samson🙌

Mercy Albert🙇