Chapter 74: Chapter 74

Chapter 74 ~What are you waiting for, Ken?~

“How did it go?” Ken standing by the edge of the door, asked Mrs. Fanny whose face was drawn and wary like one that fell from the sun.

She tossed her handbag and ushered into the warm embrace Ken was offering with the widening of his arms. Her arms lolled on his broad thick shoulders and curled round about his neck. She let a hot breath into his face and he smacked his lips in preparation for a welcome kiss. Before one could say jack, their mouths were already hissing like snake- they were kissing keenly and hungrily too. His hand that had been on her waist, found its way to her lingerie line that divided her buttocks’ cheeks.

“It was tough and annoying,” she replied, stroking his hair and drowning into the chilliness and manly fragrance that hovered about him. “I told him his flaws and how it affected my love for him. Although he was never remorseful, he didn’t want the divorce.”

“I thought he would bury his ego and be remorseful,” Ken sounded, parting her buttocks’ cheeks and squeezing them as damp foam is being squeezed of its water.

“His pride is bigger than America. I never expected to get anything less. Indirectly, he wants to bury the hatchet and move on. But I got an irritation for his person now. I can’t stand his miscreants and dishonesty. The antecedent will stick in my memory forever. With which face and eyes would I use to behold the man who made me believe he was working at a grocery store only to know later he was a cocaine mafia.

“With the same eyes that are staring at me right now,” added Ken. She chuckled while he smiled briefly. Soon they were breathing hard, burning each other‘s face with hot breath and switching their eyes. “And the divorce paperwork?” he asked, scrubbing her buttocks and bringing his arms to her fragile waist.

Her eyes rolled as the hair that swept across his alpha chest called on her. She used her eyes to have a feel of its first before she drifted her hands to it and stroked it; indeed nothing had been so crisp and turf. She could feel a tickle in her vagina and if indeed she was wet, then Ken was responsible for it. “I presented it to him and the madness in him got unchained like a thirsty mastiff. I only brought it to his notice as a reminder and he was almost ripping off his skin.” She stamped him a kiss and freed from his hold, before he spanked her buttocks. “I will gist you more after having my bath,” she said kindly enough. The wetness surging from her vagina was already rubbing against her thighs.

And he sat down in the sofa staring thoughtfully at her big rolling buttocks while she walked away into the bedroom for a shower. He stroked his beard as he thought about Mr. Fanny; all indications had proven that he cherished his family more than anything in the whole world and the divorce was going to burrow into his happiness. He would have to consider her proposal and take the risk. He was done bouncing back her idea of proposing to her. He snorted in frustration as he dug his hand into his jean pocket and brought out the engagement ring he bought late yesterday, glared thoughtfully at it to decide what line of action to take next- he had only today to ponder over his intention for her and after today he would either continue to enjoy the warmth from her thighs or the fire from her eyes. He could recall Mrs. Fanny whispering into his ears the other night as he lay next to her, “You just have one day to ponder over us and tell me what we really are. And if we are not going official it is better we quit this adultery and go our separate ways.” He had stared into her crystal-shining eyes and analyzed the impossibility of living without her. Within himself he had apologized over a million times to Mr. Fanny if peradventure he finally engaged his wife to be married to him. He knew that not marrying Mrs. Fanny was twice the hell of marrying her. He had never felt a thing for a woman before let alone another man’s wife. It was his fate and he was going to face it squarely as a strong man not as a weakling. Before now he had made up his mind to die for a tangible reason and now he perceived love was that tangible reason. He knew once he walked Mrs. Fanny to the registry to be married, he had turned on the socket of enmity between Mr. Fanny and him.

While he was lost in thought, behold the appearance of Mrs. Fanny in a white sparkling towel that was tied across her bust. She stood, gazing upon her devourer with a finger in her mouth, in between her teeth as she unlocked her lust for him.

“You are done?” Ken sounded.

And she held back her reply, advanced to him as a stripper would do to a potential client, stood before him, allowing the rosy fragrance of her soap to get him in the mood before the main action. She raised her leg and placed on the sofa , masking his view and giving him a better view of her well shaven, water-dripping vagina; at that he was pulled on; he stood to grab her but returned the same way he came; she had pushed him back t o the sofa. He dragged a smile across his already sweating face and undid his belt before unzipping the bulged erect shaft between his legs. She bit her lips at the sight of her lunch and he stroked it, and then gradually watched as the towel across her bust drop to the ground, and unveiled pale, stiff-nipple bust across a navel that sank into a flat red tummy, and naked thick vagina lines that dripped of water. She smacked her lips, rolled her tongue at him and stretched out her hand to him before he stood up again, drew closer to her, located her tapered waist and soft lips for a sensual, lengthy kiss. That left her moaning for more. His hands extended to her pale loosed buttocks and he spanked and squeezed so ruggedly that she moaned even louder. Impatiently he brought his tongue to her ears and wet the inner lobes, leaving her to shut her eyes and slid out her tongue in the climax of its sweetness and tickle. With her attention gone and immersed fully into him, he slid his fingers into her vagina line and thrust into the wet slippery tunnel.

“Oh damn, Ken,” a throaty moan gushed from her, “What are you waiting for? Make me feel like a woman,” she whispered, smacked her lips and shut her eyes for a serious pound.

He raised her and her hands curled round his thick shoulders as her legs did to his waist. They dropped on the sofa. But then her bust and body were already vibrating under him like a rock chair; he had started pounding into her without any iota of caution and respect that she was someone’s wife.

“Oh…” she moaned on.