Helping my Neighbor’s Wife (Ep. II)

Helping my Neighbor’s Wife (Ep. II)

Again, I decided silence was the safest reaction, instead of raising a querying eyebrow. After a second she added, more decisively. “She needs me to agree to this. Nnamdi needs you to agree to it.” “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on this, and maybe talk about it after a night’s sleep?” I asked, definitely not wanting to betray any clue that this idea was starting to seem dangerously appealing to me. “Bisola, if you ask me to do this, and I have…intercourse…with her, there’s no coming back from that.” Surprisingly, she slid closer to me and with her mouth a couple of inches from mine, she slid her hand down to my boxers and placed it on my cock. “But this dick belongs to me, doesn’t it Edwin?” she asked, and slowly began to circle her hand on my cock, through my boxers. “I am the only woman you want, and will ever want, aren’t I?” I became hard incredibly quickly, the erotic images my mind had recently been producing contributing to this. As her hand began to slide up and down my hard…