Fiction Friday - Mrs. Offor (R 18)

Everyone knew that Henry was an abominable skirt-chaser with no preference or taste in shag-acquisition. It was no secret that he had slept with every willing lady in the neighborhood and rumor had it that he was a 2 minute jerk-off. Everyone had been shocked to learn that Henry Offor was a married man with a family nicely tucked away in the UK. He never let on that he had a wife or two children (His last child was barely a year old). Yet he carried on his life of recklessness without a care in the world.

Emeka’s wife hated Henry. She was barely civil to him; never offered any form of greeting and seldom answered his greetings. His wife’s dislike for Henry tripled after the rumor mill broke the news that Henry was indeed a married man. Emeka didn’t blame her really; Henry was a hard man to like. He was too friendly, especially with women (Married or single). He flirted outrageously and felt every woman, young or middle-aged, was a willing pussy waiting for his dick to come explore. When Henry’s wife finally came into town with the kids, everyone was eager to meet the woman who had married such an irresponsible jerk. Most already had a mental picture of Henry Offor’s wife. She would be ugly, fat and probably have hair on her chin and back. No one was prepared for the vision called Mrs. Offor.

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Emeka had first clapped eyes on her three days after her arrival from England. He’d been on his way to work that morning when he saw her from the rear… literarily! There she was, crouched down beside Henry’s car, looking at the tyre; her butt-crack tantalizingly visible from her low-waist jeans cutoffs. Henry was inside the car, doing God-knows-what! Despite Henry’s presence and the obvious bejewelled wedding-ring set on her finger, Emeka couldn’t take his eyes off that little morsel of ample ass. As if sensing his presence, Mrs. Offor turned to look behind her and Emeka couldn’t hold back his gasp. She had smiled and gotten up to her full 5feet 10 inch height. She was the most exotic-looking woman he’d ever seen. Full breast, slim waist, ample hips and rounded buttocks, straight, hot legs that went on for miles. She wasn’t Nigerian, that much was clear. She looked like some sort of exotic mixed-breed with more coffee in the mocha mix. Emeka had offered up a stiff ‘Good morning’, mortified at being caught ogling another man’s wife. Henry had come out of the car, a huge smile on his face as he introduced his wife to Emeka.

That was three weeks ago. Emeka saw Mrs. Offor often. She always seemed to be all over the compound and always wore short shorts, leggings that outlined her camel-toe or ultra mini skirts. And every single time, Emeka felt stirrings in his loins. He’d had to contend with three extremely sexual dreams… all featuring himself and Mrs. Offor and had found himself fantasizing about fucking her more often than he wished.  Now, on a Friday night, his wife had taken herself off to Night Vigil while he sat down at the neighborhood bar with other neighborhood married men drinking beer and discussing women. Like him, several other guys were hot for Mrs. Offor and they made no bones about it. None of them could understand how Henry had married such a beautiful wife and why he still cheated without qualms.

The talk of Mrs. Offor made Emeka horny and since his wife was busy praying for collective forgiveness of sins she’s sure he would have committed all week long, he tried to bury his ‘agro’ in booze. After three bottles of big stouts, he gave up. He paid for his beer, bid the other guys goodnight and strolled back home. He showered, wore is favorite night boxer and lay on the bed tiredly. He was asleep in no time.

A persistent knock on his door rattled him from sleep. It was past midnight and he wondered who could be at the door. Curiously, he made his way to his living room in his boxers and peeked through the window to see who was at his porch. His eyes widened in horror as he saw Mrs. Offor standing there in a terry-cloth robe. Without a second thought, he unlocked the door and yanked it open. She threw him a grateful smile.

“I am awfully sorry to disturb but I’m in a bit of a fix. The lights in my house has gone off and I don’t know what to do…. my husband’s not home.”

Her fone was awesome! Emeka could feel the familiar stirrings in his boxers and turned slightly to his side in an attempt to shield it. He cleared his throat in noisy embarrassment.

“Ermmm…. Ok. Let me put on a shirt and grab a torchlight… I’ll be with you in a minute.”

A few minutes later, he was inside Henry Offor’s house, perched on a stool and checking out the fuse-box located on a corridor off the living room. Mrs. Offor was behind him, holding the torchlight. Emeka fiddled with a few of the switches and eventually found the one that tripped off. Turning it back on, lights flooded the house. Mrs. Offor beamed a bright smile at him.

“Thank you so much…. I was afraid we were going to spend the night in darkness.” she uttered breathlessly. “The kids would go ballistic!”

“You’re welcome. I’m sure you turned on something that tripped it off. Since its mid-night, you might want to turn off some electrical appliances.” He didn’t mean to lecture her but staring at her face, sans make-up, he felt his dick grow and was grateful for the big T-shirt he wore. He got down from the stool and made to leave. Coincidentally, she also moved. They collided and she stumbled. He caught and held her but the movement caused the terry-cloth robe to shift and expose her full breast. Emeka froze; his dick hardened and bulged visibly. His mouth watered at the sight of her full breast with pink nipples and he had to clench his hands into fists to stop from grabbing it. Mrs. Offor made no move to cover up; instead, she stared at his obvious bulge with a hunger that surprised Emeka.

Continue next week *wink*