Delilah’s Curve - S01 E01

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Delilah’s Curve - S01 E01

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 1

Today I watched him from my bedroom window, long arms, strong legs, a smile that brought warmth to my soul, running with the grace of a God while my eyes ran all over his manly features, a real man in a boy’s body.

He was playing with his friends, oblivious to the eyes stalking and following his every movement with laser sharp gaze.

I was even scared to blink, for fear of missing a second of the God I had come to start worshipping with my lust ever since I saw him naked, stark naked in the pool at night when everyone had gone to bed and I couldn’t sleep.

There he was, with an erection so hard he could break an egg with it.

It was one of those nights my husband, Pascal, was nowhere to be found, I called and as usual he was out clubbing with his friends and lover, leaving me all alone to watch Telemundo and Zee world then off to bed, wet, creamy, dripping and lonely.

I decided to go take a swim in the pool and kill the insatiable urge growing between my legs, one my husband has not been able to satisfy in a long time.

I was beginning to feel rusty down there and now, here he was, my husband’s younger brother, just 18, but already built like a man, stark naked and swimming alone in the dark.

God sent!!!

Turning around and going back to bed was the right thing to do, right?

But hell no, a voice whispered in my ears, what if he drowns…so I decided to stay and watch him, to protect and save him if maybe an accident happens.

Maybe he slips and falls deeper in the water, or gets a heart attack with so much package down there.

Shut up you whore!!!

My conscience screamed at me.

Just stay and watch and enjoy the show like you want, my thighs tickled me, and shamelessly I hid and watched.

So that night and with many other nights to come, I stayed, watched and enjoyed the private show.

He was tall, 6 foot already, his stomach was flat with growing abs, well chiseled, and his buttocks, hard and oh my God, the most beautiful buttocks I have ever seen. He ran and played ball almost everyday.

I had seen him lifing weights at the back of the house, but he always had a singlet on and I never paid any attention, never had a reason to, until now.

I was putting on a white, light and very short transparent night gown that would reveal my buttocks if I bent down, Pascal used to love it back when we were dating or maybe pretended to, with no bra and definitely no pant because I don’t sleep with any undies.

Firstly, because I think the puccyy needs to breathe, not fair covering it up all day, everyday and secondly, to touch, finger and bring myself to orgasm every night ever since my husband decided he preferred other men to me, his own wife.

Yeah, my husband is gay, I caught him and his best friend and best man at our wedding, doggy style in the living room while they thought I had slept off.

I had actually slept off but a call woke me up and when I noticed my husband wasn’t beside me, holding me tight and crushing his cock on my butt like he did every night, I decided to find him, so I walked down to check in on him angry that he left me alone to be chatting with his best friend since college days and his best man at our wedding.

They were so close, even closer than blood brothers, I always found it cute and never complained when he drove out by 11pm, 1am and one time even 2am just to hang out with Busayo his best friend and now, lover.

Well, I found Busola bent low on our living room couch, stark naked with my husband fvrcking him from behind, grinding and sweating behind his best friend with his head thrown far back enjoying his thrusts until boom…our eyes met.

For one second, I thought I saw fear but it passed quickly with pleasure as Busayo rolled and twisted his butt on my husband’s cock and then he just continued pounding and fvrcking still locking eyes with me, all the while Busayo was moaning and groaning in ecstasy, with his hands clenching our couch so tight I actually thought he would tear it.

I screamed from anger, shock, pain and sheer fear at the madness of what was unfolding right in front of me. I thought I was dreaming and cleaned my eyes to wake up from this disgusting nightmare and that was when Busayo opened his eyes and saw me, he froze, just then Pascal spanked his butt to unfreeze him and they both laughed and continued like it was just another Tuesday.

Well, I didn’t leave the marriage after that trauma, stupid me right, but don’t judge me yet.

My husband said at least I should take consolation in the fact that it wasn’t a side chic but a side cock besides, no one will believe me over him because, well he was an upstanding law abiding, church going, money donating, charity donating, sunday school teacher, and also a super rich millionaire pastor’s son.

Again I didn’t leave because I couldn’t go home to the shame and disgrace my family would face and pour on me, and lastly I couldn’t leave because of the money since I had become the breadwinner of my family since my marriage to the golden church money boy.

Yeah I’m materialistic and love the fine things of life, and Pascal offered that in double blessings.

My only condition was he would never ever ask to fvrck my anus, I would cut his pipe off… He had laughed and said sure thing wifey, I knew I could count on you as he walked out without shame nor guilt.

I had married a monster, but at least he doesn’t beat me like some men do and I have access to more money than my entire family and village had.

It’s a sick and twisted world and we all must do what we have to do to survive.

Like he said, it was my word over his and I was just a hot babe, pretty face, well packaged average wife.

Busayo never stepped foot into the house again, at least they still had an ounce of respect for me or so I believed.