She was wearing a low cut dress that hugged her curvy body and accentuated her shape, and the dress stopped above the knees to reveal long legs. I wished I had spent some more time dressing up for tonight, but I was reasonably presentable and at least I had put on a clean polo.

I had a brief worry that Ogechi was going to seduce me while her husband, Paul, was away, and I knew it would get too complicated to start an affair with Ogechi. She was married, I was already close to fucking her daughter and there was no way I could keep it secret from each other. A shame because, if she had been single, I would have been eager to fuck her.
“Hello Lenny, glad you could come,” she welcomed me, and we exchanged pleasantries as she invited me in.
I took the drink she offered me and I stood awkwardly in her kitchen trying to have a normal conversation with her while she finished off the meal. I remembered that Chioma was going to be out with friends this evening and so at least I wouldn’t have to deal with both Ogechi and her daughter together.
Ogechi had laid the table for the two of us in the dining room and I helped her to carry our delicious smelling dish into the room. It looked like she had gone to some trouble with china plates, sparkling glasses, a chilled bottle of wine and even a pair of candles in center of the table.
“You shouldn’t have gone through so much trouble,” I said as I gestured to the table.
“You deserve it, Lenny, for all that you have done for Chioma.”
That comment made me reluctant as I went to sit down. How much did Ogechi know about what I had been doing for Chioma? Did she know I had been sleeping with her daughter? Perhaps Chioma and I didn’t need to keep it a secret. It wasn’t as if I was doing anything wrong: we were both single.
“I’m glad I could help,” I replied, hopefully confusingly.
Ogechi continued while we both sat down: “Yes. She said you offered her some great advice about relationships and that you were a perfect gentleman when she was feeling so low.”
Gentleman? More like a pervert.
Ogechi went on: “Paul and I are very grateful for what you did for her. We think she was worried about being pressurized by her peers too, you know, sleep with a man and she has been brought up to resist that temptation.”
Surprised I exclaimed out, “There is nothing wrong with sleeping with the right man!.”
“Oh no, not Chioma. Paul has been very clear that she is to stay a virgin until she marries. Chioma knows not to disobey my husband or she would be in deep trouble.”
Suddenly I was getting even more worried than before. I attempted to defend myself, even if Ogechi didn’t know about my time with Chioma:
“Surely brides don’t have to be virgins these days? Life has moved on, you know.”
“Don’t let my husband hear you say that, Lenny! Anyway, I saved myself until we married and it never did me any harm.” Ogechi said it loudly and a bit too sincerely as if trying to convince herself and not just me. I wondered about Ogechi’s upbringing and her own needs.
“Anyway,” she carried on, “it is nice to have good company while Paul and Chioma are not around. A glass of wine?”
She poured us both some wine and we started eating the simple but surprisingly tasty meal. Gradually we both seemed to relax and, sitting with the gorgeous Ogechi lit by the candles, it seemed like there was a mutual attraction growing as we chatted.
She laughed at my jokes and in return, I complimented her on her cooking, house and even choice of clothes.
Soon she was openly flirting and I realized this could turn out difficult if I wasn’t careful. I was already fucking her daughter and it would be too complicated if anything happened with Ogechi too. And of course, she was married, although judging by some comments she made about her husband it seemed like not everything in marital life was going smoothly.
Ogechi was heavily drinking the wine throughout the meal but I drank slowly, making sure I didn’t drink too much. I knew that if I got too drunk I wouldn’t be able to resist Ogechi’s increasingly obvious advances and I didn’t want my dick to do the talking. My goal now was to get through the meal and make my excuses to leave early.
I wasn’t entirely sure why I was resisting Ogechi – it is not in my nature to turn down any opportunity for sex – but I had to keep my mind focused on her daughter and how I would lose any chance to take her body again. I noticed that the increasing amount of wine was affecting my morals because I had already dismissed the thought of turning Ogechi down just because she was married.
Paying attention to the conversation again, I realized I had agreed to have a cup of tea after the meal while I was having this internal moral argument.
When Oguchi stood up to go and get the tea I couldn’t help but notice how her tight dress showed off her beautiful curves and how bouncy her ass was as I watched her walk. I helped to clear the dirty dishes off the table and took them into the kitchen where Ogechi was preparing tea so I could have another look at her gorgeous figure.
She insisted that we didn’t bother with the washing up, despite my offer to help, and we walked through to the living room with our tea. She was a little unsteady on her feet presumably of the amount of wine she had been drinking all evening.
We sat on the chair and I arranged myself so that I wasn’t too close but I couldn’t help but notice that her dress rode up her thighs to show off more of her lovely long legs. It was strange that here I was with a beautiful woman, clearly wanting me to take things further, and yet I was the one trying to resist. I started to wonder why I was trying to resist. Ogechi wasn’t the only one who had drunk too much wine.
Perhaps I should let the evening take its natural course and finish off with fucking her?
As we sat in the chair chatting, I glanced over at her and saw in her eyes a mixture of emotions. Perhaps it was the drink but I thought there was a mixture of desire and sadness as if she wanted me but at the same time wasn’t sure. Should I encourage her? My dick clearly thought I should.
“Can I ask you something personal?” Ogechi said softly, turning her eyes and clenching her hands in her lap.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Do you ever get lonely on your own?” And without giving me time to answer she continued “I sometimes feel lonely even being married and having a daughter. Chioma is often out these days with her friends, and Paul is often working late or even away on business like this weekend.”
I could see Ogechi trying to fight back some tears while she continued to look down at her hands clenched in her lap. Well, here was my opportunity, but it still didn’t seem right.
“Umm, sometimes it can be quiet, but I have a lot of friends,” I struggled to answer her question neutrally,
“and I have a great neighbour,” I ended, and found myself leaning over and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Ogechi looked up at me when I touched her and could see her whole face brighten with a beautiful smile. It was as if she had suddenly made the decision to be happy whatever the cost probably prompted by my innocent touch, which is not what I had intended.
The suggestion of tears had vanished from her eyes and the look on her beautiful face was of desire. She brushed some strands of hair away from her face in a gesture which I found arousing.