[STORY] MY SPIRITUAL WIFE (Episode 15)

Episode 15.

It didn’t take too long before Janet eased up to me. She was soon laughing very hard to my jokes.

Janet initiated body contact in ways I could never have dared to; not in that short period of time.
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Janet was a great dancer. I was able to cheer her up, enough to show me some dance skills.

Janet grinded on me, good, during a dance to a performance that was going on stage. So much so, that she gave me a “bonner”.
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I summoned courage to ask the only question that mattered to me at that point. It could earn me a slap or lose me a potential “knack” but hey! “What tha heck, yeah?”
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“What do you say we go back over to my place after the show, Jane?” I whispered into Jane’s ear. My heart was pounding so hard in anticipation of the uncertainty of what could possibly be Janet’s response to this “bold” question of mine.
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In all honesty; in response to my question, I wasn’t expecting anything less than a “What do you take me for?” Then maybe a scornful snub, accompanied by a long hiss.

But to my astonishment, Janet who had been grinding on me the entire time, turned around so she could probably see the lips that just made way for those words.

With a tipsy gaze, Janet smiled and said, “Fine”.

“Fine?” I couldn’t believe my ears. I could not believe how this very hot! Hot! Hot! Girl, had just agreed to come over with me to my place. I was too carried away by anxiety; too apprehended to have even wondered why everything was going so smoothly; too smoothly for someone I’d only just met.
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I’d landed a big fish. I didn’t see the need to wait for the show to be over.

As soon as Janet gave me the nod that we could be on our way home, I found myself reaching for my phone and dialing my personal “okada man’s” number.

He picked Jane and me at the school gate shortly after.
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Janet and I went in and out of the shower the moment we got home, individually.
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I came back out to meet Janet wrapped in one of my towels. The shortest I had.

I knew this was most likely an invitation for us to get down with “the matter at hand” but I didn’t know where to start from.
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I’d had intercourse before now but never with a girl as hot as Jane.
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I didn’t know whether to make the first move and if I chose to, I didn’t know when the right time to, was.
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“Guy, you too dull! Person follow you come home; tie towel sit down for bed dey form sexy. You still dey here dey ask yeye question abi?” My mind queried.

It had a point. I eventually braced up to make “the move” and the reception I got, screamed “What took you so long?”
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Janet’s legs were pale and beautiful. I pulled them apart.
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When I pressed the head of my boxer-covered joystick into her panties, Jane’s wetness soaked a bit, through the fabric. She looked at me flushed and helplessly.

I fell onto her body.

She wrapped her legs around my back.

We were wet and warm together, underneath the duvet.
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Sometimes, I’ll push into Janet and keep pushing, like I want to break through. She’d push her heels into my backside to encourage more of it. I liked it.
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At one point, we were watching my boner swirl into the florality of her panties.
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There was lots of moaning.
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We both paused in a moment of self-awareness. We sounded so peculiar. We shared a laugh before Janet got on top of me.

“Does this feel good, Paul?” she asked.

I nodded my head.
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My shaft was pinned against my belly because Janet was sliding her wet panties along it. Her weight was pressed hard and hot. She was making cute little gyrations, short but fast.
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The band of my boxers was wet with pre-gum. We were interlocking fingers while Janet slid on me.

The pace soon picked up. Janet seemed intent on a particular friction.

“Damn! Paul. I’m going to cu…,” she announced, breathlessly. “Hold on!”
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Concentrating on Janet’s face, eyes closed, quick breaths in sync with her humps.
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The hard breaths finally stopped. Janet’s mouth, still open. Pressing me hard.
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The silence in the room broke with a loud yelp. Something wholly unfamiliar from a girl of Janet’s demeanor.

Janet slided slowly along me, strong and with intent. Eyes open. A few more humps along my joystick, finishing what needed to be completed.
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“Take it off” Janet whispered.
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I took off my boxers in a hurry.
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Janet made to toss the towel away, while I pulled her panties down her ankles.

Janet’s hand emerged from the covers, dropping our clothes off the bed.
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Back under the covers, I took my throbbing erection and slid it back to where it was.
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Now underneath the entrance of Janet’s honey pot. It was so warm; so wet. Her wetness was noticeable on my shaft, which made it easier for me to slide against her lips. Again and again.
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Janet rubbed my wet joystick with her hand every time it slid closer to her.

She held her wet hand slightly open and I humped into it. I loved the sound as my joystick slid into the inviting creases of her sloppy hand. For a time, there was nothing else to be heard.
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From behind, I put two fingers into Janet’s honeypot. My fingers were sliding up into her and stroking her pot walls with a “come here” motion.

“Ooooooh, Paaaaul.” Janet cried. She took my hard joystick and slapped it against her pot’s lips a couple of times.

My joystick was now nuzzled into those lips, tight and cozy.

What a wonderful feeling it was.
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I cozied my head behind Janet’s, kissing her neck softly.

“Do you want it inside you?” I enquired, whispering.

“Yeesss.” Janet managed to mutter, amidst heavy pants.
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Janet turned around and looked at me like she knew I was trouble. She then put a hand to my chest to help herself get on top of me.
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Janet was now on top, underneath the duvet still. Her head was hovering just above mine.

I could feel her hairy honeypot stroking my joystick down below.
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“Paul, I think communication is key, don’t you agree?” Jane asked.

“I do.” I muttered from underneath, wondering what other communication was more important than this one right here.
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I heard Jane’s wet pot’s lips lapping my joystick with her juices. The covers were moving up and down, very softly.
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“I think it’s really important we communicate while we do this. Just like we did earlier.”

I opened my mouth to say something but Janet put her finger to her mouth, a motion to shush me.
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Now, my joystick’s head, which was attentive and fully upright the whole time, felt a wet gripping sensation wrapping around it. I looked at Janet with arched eyebrows. A sly smile curls from her lips. Finger to her mouth. “Shushh”
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“We need to talk things out,” Janet said. “We must.”
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My joystick was enveloped by something tight; warm; embracing and perfect. Too perfect.

“Oh my goodnessssssss.”

“Oh my….! Janet.”

Janet shushed me again. “I know, Paul, communication is so important.”
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Our lips were interlocked; kissing while Janet was slowly milking my joystick with her honeypot, very slowly, up and all the way down.
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I held my joystick in Janet because she seemed to shudder just the right way, like she was running out of breath.
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Janet made me feel like I was in complete control of her, like she was helpless to what I gave her. It was a feeling that simultaneously excited but terrified me. I was happy, though, because as her honeypot gripped my joystick, I felt just as helpless, drowning in something so pure and earnest that I thought Janet could destroy me that very moment and there was nothing I could do about it.
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I grabbed Janet’s hips from underneath the covers and guided her onto me more swiftly.

Every now and then, Janet catches her breath and swallows, like she desperately needed it to survive.
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We weren’t even attempting to talk now. We were just breathing; moaning.
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Janet’s face was flushed red. The bottom of her two front teeth reveal themselves slightly like static tic tacs. Her eyes were closed.
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My face, I imagined, appeared dumbfounded; joyous, just watching Janet appear so pleased.

As far as I was concerned, it meant that I was doing an incredible job.
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“You’re gorgeous,” I said.

“What…a….gentleman…” Janet said, with a chuckle.
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Janet slid herself off me, and the ribbing; gripping sensation of her removal from myself puts me over the edge.
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I was shooting load after load onto Jane’s leg and the duvet below, to the point that we both saw splotches of wetness soaking through the duvet.
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Janet laughed and brought her head to mine, for a kiss.

Our tongues danced.
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“Oh my goodness! You’re amazing.” I complimented Janet.

“Thank you! Except…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Janet said, with a kinky smile. “But I must say, I am a bit surprised that this happened though”.

“A bit surprised by what happened?” I asked.

Janet smiled and said. “I don’t usually do one night stands. Something about you is just different.”
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I smiled back and just before I could tell Janet that I am not surprised; that I’d heard that line before, Janet dumped the question on me.
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“Paul, have you ever been married before?”

To be continued…