The Seduction Game

by Damien Dsoul

  He returned to the bedroom and saw April lying with her back turned away from his side of the bed as before; her book lay resting by her bedside. Howard dried himself and wore a pair of shorts and switched off the lights before slipping into bed.

  Minutes later:

  “April,” he called out. He waited and when he got no response called out her name again. “April, are you awake?”

  “What is it, Howard?”

  Howard thought for a moment, wishing a miracle would occur for him to escape what he was about to reveal but knew that was not going to happen. It was time he bit the bullet.

  “That night I returned home late, Dave and I drove to an apartment in the city where we met Shango with some woman. He might seem nice but don’t believe what you saw of him today. He’s brute of a guy.”

  April gave no response at first. Then her bedside lamp came on and she turned around to face him and touched his arm. In the short span of time of their distance from each other he had missed her touch more than anything else.

  “Tell me more,” she said.

  Howard did just that. He mentioned everything that had happened that Wednesday night, everything his eyes had seen and his ears had heard, and did not even leave out the part of Dave sucking Shango’s cock. Howard could have ended there except he did not think he was done. He described the salacious images he had about seeing her making love to Shango. It was not until he revealed this part that he realised too late he had talked too much. That was when he clamped up, expecting some angry reprisal from April. But instead she drew closer and gave him a deep, lengthy kiss. Her hand reached under the sheets to squeeze his cock. Howard grew hard from her touch.

  “You thought he and I had made love before you came home, didn’t you.”

  “Yes, I did. I know I shouldn’t, but I... I could not help it. A lot of things that’s happened between us I can’t seem to stop myself from thinking such.”

  He helped her out of her nightdress and pushed the covers off their body. The love they made was hungry and spontaneous.

  Chapter 13

  Olu Shango had on him a small diary of which he had long written down addresses and phone numbers of married couples in the city and elsewhere around. Couples who would love the chance to more than cater to his pressing needs like provide shelter for him if ever he asked for it. Majority of them would love to house him possibly for a week or as long as he deemed necessary to stay. All they would require from him was a phone call and the rest would get taken care of. Transportation would not be a problem either as they would be so inclined to provide one.

  He found himself a taxi that dropped him at the driveway of a residential home in Decatur Street, located in Kent Gardens. Neither Howard nor April was aware of the couple and vice versa; there was not even a remote chance of their paths ever crossing. Shango covered the distance of the driveway to the door of the home belonging to Monica and Daniel McDougal. Possibly none of the neighbours around saw him arrive as it was late and everybody was indoors either asleep or getting ready for bed. The McDougals were expecting him since he had called hours ago to let them know he intended dropping by. The lights in the living room were on. He pressed the door bell and moments later the door opened to reveal the husband Daniel who then welcomed his wife’s Black Master/lover into his abode.

  “I’m so glad you made it,” Daniel shut the door after Olu entered his home. “I hope you had no trouble locating the house.”

  “None at all.”

  “Good. Can I get you something to eat or drink?”

  “No, I’m good for now. Where is she?”

  “Monica is upstairs waiting for you. The last door on the hallway.”

  “Thank you.” Shango went to the stairs then stopped and turned to him. “What about your kids?”

  “Monica already left them with her parents,” Daniel said. “Since we knew you were in town, we figured it best they don’t be around.”

  “Kudos to her,” Olu bounded up the stairs while Daniel returned to the living room to watch a rerun of the evening news.

  Shango got to the hallway and worked himself out of his shirt as he drew closer to the bedroom door situated at the end. His prick was alive and kicking in his jeans begging to be let loose; like a shark it could smell pussy a mile away. He stopped at the door and pulled his feet out of his shoes then knocked. The door flung open and Monica stood in the doorway with an open robe and nothing else. She smelled of fresh soap and perfume.

  “Master, I’ve been waiting so long,” she murmured breathlessly. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into the room.

  Shango grabbed her waistline and was kissing her hard while she led him towards the bed. He caressed her backside and cupped her bottom while she slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Monica gasped when he lifted her off her feet and carted her to the bed. Monica gestured at him to come to her. Shango unbuttoned his jeans and shoved it down his thighs whereas Monica writhed on the bed moaning while rubbing a finger down her shaved crotch that then slipped into her vagina. She kept playing with herself, waiting for her lover to finish getting out of his clothes.

  Olu discarded his briefs and stroked his cock. “You been keeping that pussy of yours warm for me, babe?”

  “My pussy is always warm for you, darling,” Monica cooed.

  She spread her legs as Shango got onto the bed; he skipped past foreplay and got straight down to fucking. He spat on the knob of his penis then rubbed it against her velvet entrance. Monica jerked from the contact. She hiked up her pelvis but Olu did not bite but continued teasing her with his prick. It was not until she groaned irritably that he leaned forward and plunged himself into her vagina. Monica yelped and broke into an uncontrollable spasm. She exhaled a throaty gasp and scratched his arms as he fed her more of his giant pipe.

  “Aaagggghhhh God, fuck me!” she smacked her head against the bed, screeching through her gritted teeth.

  “Exactly what I’m gonna do, babe,” Shango grunted as he took charge of the situation.

  He held her ankles apart and observed the way her face curled into a grimace and her lips made an ‘O’ shape as she unleashed gasping cries one after another. Shango pulled back somewhat and held his breath as he thrust deep into her cunt, stretching her more.

  “Aaarrrhgghhh,” she groaned with a look of awe and lust in her eyes. She could just feel his cock spurring her towards sudden climax. She raised her butt off the bed hoping that would ease the pain. He grasped her thighs and lifted her up and pulled her towards him, taking more of his shaft inside her warm hole. He clutched her booty with one hand and caressed her abs with his other, gasping from her pussy muscles tightening around his muscle. Monica kicked the air spasmodically. Her fingers grabbed and pulled at the pillows with frantic fervour.

  “Aww... Aaahhh... Awwhh, you’re killing me, babe,” Monica panted. “You’re fucking killing me.”

  Shango squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples a few more times before returning his hands under her backside and pulled her upwards. Her ankles locked around his back. He had his hands on her waist and kept pulling her down on his shaft. Monica locked her limps around his shoulders and sucked on his lips till they fell to the side.

  He laid her on the bed and fell on top of her.

  Shango grooved his knees forward and again slid his hands underneath to cup her butt and actively thrust his pelvis harder, feeding her pussy with his cock. Monica held him with both arms gasping and groaning against his face. She shut her eyes as she felt his prick stretch her cervix; any moment she felt his rod touch the walls of her heart. And still she wanted him like a glass of water under a sunny day. She wanted him like the day carved sunlight. His cock fucking her pussy was the greatest thing she wanted in the world.

  “Ohh... Awwh God. Ohhh God, I
fucking missed your cock!”

  Olu once again lifted her off the bed. Monica’s firm tits pressed against his chest. Her nipples seemed to itch her crazily as they brushed against his torso. She locked her arms under his armpits, groaning with lust while jerking her hips rapidly back and forth.

  He kneaded her ass cheeks, loving the firmness of her butt and desperately locked lips with her. He was driving her up the wall of desire. Each thrust drew her closer and closer towards pulling the trigger of her climax.

  The door creaked open to reveal Daniel peeping through to observe the copulating action. He adjusted the glasses on his nose as he watched his wife clutch her Black Master/lover while panting and gasping from grinding her hips against him.

  At one point Shango fell on his back and Monica fell forward and straddled him. She crouched over him and Daniel watched her slam down her ass, taking all of Shango’s cock inside her. He slipped into the room and came and knelt by the foot of the bed and got himself a better view of the action. Monica and Shango went on fucking like he was not there. Her eyes were glazed over.

  Shango jerked his hips harder, increasing his rhythm and that sent Monica into overdrive as she squirmed and whimpered like crazy.

  “Oh God!” she panted. “Oh, Ohh fucking God, fuck me! Fuck me, Master Shango, sir!”

  Shango pulled her downward and she straddled him lurching her hips and pelvis back and forth while still wailing at him to fuck her harder. He ran his hands over her sweaty body and slid over her behind to grasp ass cheeks. Daniel remained on his knees enjoying the live show. He too was anticipating the moment of Shango exploding inside his wife. He knew it was only a matter of time. It was always the best moment for him whenever he got to watch Monica fuck. Listening to her moans, the way she dug into her sex and screamed for whoever she was fucking to go on and do it harder brought a rise in him that felt like out of this world. He wanted so much to see her climax, but especially to see her man fill her pussy with his load. He could not wait to be beckoned to do what he was meant to do for her whenever such occurrences happened.

  Olu Shango tightened his grip on her body and his body grew taut as he pumped his hips, fucking her faster. Daniel caught the moment as Olu jerked spasmodically, digging his fingers into Monica’s ass cheeks as he shot rivulets of cum inside her womb. Monica too convulsed against him and her body spasmed as she felt his cock flood her inside.

  Daniel waited till they were done as his wife then rolled off Shango before rising from the floor onto the bed. He huddled past Shango towards Monica who was still moaning from her just concluded climax. She parted her legs for him as he then made contact with the river of creampie gushing out of her vagina and wasted no time lapping it up with desperate hunger.

  Monica pressed his head down on her crotch. She moaned with yearning pleasure as his tongue roamed her wet orifice. Daniel spat on her cunt and smacked his lips while feeding on her tasty flesh and he did not rise for air till he was done cleaning every trace of cum he could find. Then he pushed his cum-stained glasses up his nose as he then turned his attention to Shango’s cock which lay deflated between his legs and brought his mouth to it.

  Chapter 14

  Howard came awake into the following morning that was a Saturday and to his utter disbelief felt numb when he found April asleep with her head resting upon his shoulder with her arm across his chest. His immediate reaction was that he was in a dream. But that faded from mind when he recalled the conversation they had last night, and what they ended up doing afterwards... and with her head resting on his shoulder, it was too real to be dismissed as mere dream. She stirred against him as he wrapped his arm around her. It felt good knowing they were getting back to what they were before.

  If he thought the moment of bliss would disappear just as it had begun he was mistaken. April was all smiles and happiness when she woke up. They showered and went downstairs and Howard surprised her by making breakfast. April came behind him and locked her arms around him waist while he worked slices of bacon on the frying pan.

  “That was so much fun last night,” she said.

  “Yeah, I enjoyed it too.” They shared a kiss then she went and laid plates on the table. Carl was yet to join them from upstairs.

  “Besides last night, I had me a fun time yesterday.”

  Howard came and started laying slices of fried bacon on each plate. “Oh yeah? What sort of fun did you have?”

  “I spent the afternoon with Jenny and we went out. It beats sitting at home all day.”

  “Oh yeah, Jenny,” he was not too keen hearing her mention Jenny’s name and was more afraid to enquire whatever they did yesterday. “You’re not going to quit being around her, I see.”

  “We talked about this before, didn’t we? Let’s just leave it at that for now. Are you going to see your friend from last night today?”

  “I don’t where or how to contact him,” he said. “But I know someone who will.”

  Carl soon joined them and they sat and had breakfast together.

  * * *

  “You want to know where Olu is right now and I’m telling you honestly I don’t know,” Dave replied Howard as he pushed through his door that opened into his backyard porch. He held three bottles of beer in his hands, one of which he gave to Howard. “But I know where he’s gonna be later this evening.”

  He gave the second beer to Ted, a friend and neighbour of theirs who lived a few houses between them, keeping the third to himself. Ted was there to converse with Dave about similar subject that had brought Howard over to his place. It was 10:17 am. Howard had done some yard work at the house and washed his car, after which he opted to spend the remainder of the morning with the one person who had inadvertently persuaded and coerced him into undertaking the profound sexual journey that had already consumed his wife and like an approaching tornado was striving towards consuming him too. There was no point denying to himself the idea that he did not want this any more than he was unaware of dangers lurking inside it. Whether he would be capable of retaining some control and not lose his mind to any of this was something he would have to contend with the further down the rabbit hole he went. His thoughts went to Becca, wondering whatever she might be doing with herself right now. He would make out time to give her a call; the sound of her voice would be pleasing to hear this weekend, as well to let her know the surprising progress he had made with April.

  “Shango’s a busy man, Howard,” Dave sipped his beer after sharing a toast with his friends then sitting down on a wicker chair across from them. “He corresponds with couples on a daily basis; most can’t wait for a meeting with him. I’ve met some of them and I can tell you, even a one-night stand with Shango would drive them nuts. He’s that wanted a man.”

  “They all just want to fuck him?” Howard asked incredulously. “What’s his dick made out of, thirteen carat gold?”

  Dave laughed aloud which triggered Ted into joining him, even though he was just as intrigued to know more about the subject of their discussion. Ted Simms had met Shango once before, though his wife was yet to know about him and his seductive charms. He yearned for the day he would get to watch Shango go to work on Holly.

  “Try not to be so narrow-minded about things, Howard,” Dave cautioned. “This isn’t all about sex and Shango doesn’t go around fucking wives because he wants to. He’s sort of like a guru, a sex guide, if you will. He helps couples with getting to know themselves more.”

  “My apologies then. How did you and Jenny get to know him? You never told me that.”

  “At a swinger’s party four years ago.” Dave drank his beer while Ted and Howard waited for him to continue. “It was a big boys’ type of party - very exclusive, if you know what I mean. You’ve got to be well known in that circle to be invited in it. Shango was there demonstrating his will over other couples. The husbands, myself incl
uded - Jenny was at the time getting fucked in some other room - we sat in awe and watched him bang the shit out of one rich guy’s wife. Later I found out it was the wife of the man whose house we were in.”

  “How bad did he fuck her?” Ted asked.

  “Very bad,” Dave answered. “The woman was some matronly old bird; by the time Master Shango got done with her, she was a nubile sex freak.” This got all three of them laughing in unison. “I mean seriously, he fucked every hole including her ass, and just listening to her scream - that’s one night I can’t ever forget. The whole time I kept wishing was Jenny getting fucked like that. I’ll bet that almost every husband that were there was thinking the same thing.”

  “So what happened later?” Howard asked.

  “You mean what did I do when Shango got done with the old bird? What do you think, I went around looking for Jenny and we fought our way through so I could introduce her to Shango. Jenny got to liking him right away. Shango is just irresistible to like.”

  “She brought him here to fuck?”

  “Not that first time, no. Shango fucked her at the hotel he was staying at. I didn’t get to watch that first time and that was disappointing, but later I did. Wait, speaking of which,” he got up and dialled a number on his phone.

  Ted and Howard watched him shuffle away from them while talking into his phone.

  “Me, I’m still trying to get Holly hooked and sold onto this,” Ted said sourly.

  Howard looked at him. “She hasn’t tried it yet?”

  Ted shook his head. “The good thing is she’s still open-minded about it. But even that’s not enough. One minute she’s all for it and the next...” he stopped to drink his beer. “Dave told me his wife Jenny got yours involved with her. You’re fucking lucky.”