Gay Erotic Stories

I met Abike on Facebook. I noticed that immediately after I accepted her friend’s request, she was on up my business. Everything I posted, she would be the first to ‘like’. At a point, I thought she could be a stalker, despite her impressive profile information. She was a media consultant in her early twenties. As a banker myself, I hardly had time to socialize. But I found solace in social media.

I usually left home early in the morning to avoid the perennially busy Lagos traffic jam and returned home fagged out. So, there was no time to hang out with friends. In fact, aside my colleagues, I had no real friends.

My wife, sweet Ella, is a business woman dabbling in anything that brings money. She is astute too in whatever she put her mind to do. She is very beautiful and her savvy ways opened many doors for her business ventures. We have been married for four years and not yet blessed with the fruit of the womb. We have tried severally in all ways imaginable to conceive but the medical and sexual, even traditional methods, all seemed abortive. We were both tested and found nothing wrong with our physical, psychological and sexual make-up. We lead very healthy sexual life. On weekends, we could be very imaginable and adventurous in bed like two horny teenagers. We are very hot for each other.

Being a man with an insatiable hunger for sex, I decided to stray. I am attractive to the ladies due to my athletic physique and had also rebuffed many advances from co-workers and clients alike. Since I had remained ever faithful, the thought of straying and cheating on my wife was dangerous. It could spell doom for our happy-ever-after.

With time, the fear and risk involved spurned and heightened the prospect and thinking about it alone got me so hard. And my fantasy was to do it with a total stranger with no strings attached. I hate complications especially those bordering on romantic shenanigans.

Taking the bull by the horn, I invited Abike for lunch one day at a discreet restaurant, away from prying eyes. I was very nervous at first but I hid it well. I was surprised and delighted when I met her. Her photos did not do her justice. Face- to-face, she was a real beauty. She was dressed in a simple floral knee length dress that was cut low to show her cleavage that revealed an ample bosom. I salivated inwardly as I drank in her sheer beauty.

She had an oval face with lush flow with long hair braided without a strand out of place to mar the beautiful and fashionable shine.When she smiled, she took my breath away. There and then,I was smitten. We just hit it off right there and then. Lunch dragged on and when we parted, there was already a tangible electricity that had drawn us and wrapped us in a frenzy that made my dick hard even after we said our goodbyes and I stealthily sneaked a view of her wriggling well rounded ass .

Two days thereafter, I made love to my wife all the while fantasizing it was Abike. Still, I yearned to hold Abike, and feel her hot, smooth skin next to mine. I was wracked with so much sexual fever I thought I would run mad. So I took a two days' casual leave from work. It was the perfect setting. My wife had some clients that came to make purchases from her shop from the northern part of the country. Since our housemaid only comes three times a week, on this Tuesday morning, that day she was off duty. My wife left as early as six that morning to meet with her clients.

I could hardly wait for Abike. I brought out a chilled bottle of white wine and anxiously waited for Abike. At exactly ten-thirty, the doorbell rang. She appeared like an apparition. She was even more lovely than the first time I met her. My eyes hungrily devoured her. She was dressed in a mini skirt and a skimpy crop top that simply shouted:Come Get Me! My blood started racing throught my vein. The urge to ravage her there and then was so powerful I could not restrain myself. Wordlessly, I pulled her in, and banged the door. The kisses I bestowed on her seemed not to have taken her by surprise because she responded with the same fervor. I steered her toward the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, we pulled off our clothes with the speed of lightning.

She was a vision to behold. Her skin was smooth as porcelain. My tongue ravaged every corner of her mouth.Our saliva mixed with perfection. My erection was so distended I feared cumming there and then. But I willed myself not to prematurely end the bliss. My right hand closed on her hardened nipples while the left hand molded her rounded ass. She pressed her womanhood to my raging erection. The crown of my cock felt the silky, hairy entrance of her honeypot. She smelt like lily and rose flowers mixed together and tasted like a rich Spanish wine. Both intoxicating in all ramifications. Her tongue started doing magic to my earlobes as she bit them gently.

Suddenly I heard the main entrance door opening. Because I was so caught up in the frenzy of the moment I had forgotten to lock the door.

We disengaged. Automatically, I motioned her to be quiet.

“Honey I am home!”my wife, Ella called from the sitting room I motioned for her to hide under the bed as I quickly grabbed my pair of trousers and shirt. She grabbed her panties, skirt and top and hid under the bed. I took a deep breath and went to meet my madam. In the melee, my dick quietly softened without any prefacing. “Hi honey. You are back early,” I said nonchalantly but my heart was thudding like thunder. “I got away to get the Alhaji a copy of our agreement and since I have a bit of time to spare, I feel we should give it another go darling. I am ovulating,” she gushed. Then she saw the bottle of wine(Thank God no glasses)”Red wine?Are we in sync or what? Only that I can only take half a glass since I am still on duty,” she brought two glasses. “You are going to get me good and pregnant, my Lion King,” she said teasingly.

I gulped my drink and attempted to make love to her in the sitting room she wriggled out of my hold and raced to the bedroom. I took the bottle of wine and drank straight from it.