💋I RIDE HER HUSBAND TO CLOUD 9 🔥✨
Episode 3
While Maureen and Mr. Michael were busy building their innocent friendship, Mrs. Grace Michael was writing her own secret story.
Grace was 36, beautiful, sharp, and used to getting whatever she wanted.
For almost one year, she had been denying her husband everything in the bedroom.
Headache. Tired. Children. Work. Excuse upon excuse.
But what Mr. Michael never knew was that Grace had found someone who never heard the word “no.”
His name was Captain.
Army captain. Tall, muscled, skin like dark chocolate, voice that commanded attention.
He was posted to Makurdi Air Force base six months ago.
Grace met him at a friend’s birthday dinner.
From the first night, the fire started.
One Friday evening, Mr. Michael travelled to Abuja for a three-day conference.
Grace told the children she was going to her sister’s place in town.
She dressed in a short red dress that hugged every curve, perfume heavy, lipstick bold.
She drove straight to Captain’s quarters on base.
The moment the door closed behind her, Captain didn’t waste time.
He pulled her close, kissed her hard, hands already moving under the dress.
Grace laughed low, pushed him toward the bed.
“Slow down, soldier. We get all night.”
But Captain wasn’t slow.
He lifted her like she weighed nothing, placed her on the bed, pushed the dress up to her waist.
Grace opened her legs, inviting.
Captain dropped to his knees, tasted her garden slow and deep until she was pulling his head closer, moaning his name.
When she couldn’t wait again, she pulled him up.
He entered her garden strong and sure.
Grace gasped, wrapped her legs around him.
He gave it to her steady at first, then faster, harder, the bed shaking with every move.
Grace’s nails dug into his back.
She turned him over, climbed on top, rode him like she was in charge, hips rolling, breasts bouncing, head thrown back.
Captain held her waist, met her every move with his own.
They changed positions like they had rehearsed it.
From the back, her knees on the bed, him driving deep.
Against the wall, her legs wrapped around him.
On the floor, her on all fours, him behind her, making her scream small small.
Grace reached the sweet place four times that night.
Each time louder than the last.
When Captain finally poured everything inside her, they collapsed together, breathing hard, laughing, planning the next time.
Grace left the base at 4 a.m., drove home, showered twice, sprayed perfume, and slept like a baby.
Mr. Michael came back from Abuja on Sunday night.
He tried to hold her.
She pushed him away.
“I have headache.”
He turned to the wall, heart heavy.
He picked his phone and called Maureen.
“Maureen, are you awake?”
“Yes sir.”
“Can we talk?”
That night, he poured his heart to the only person who listened.
While his wife slept peacefully after tasting another man’s fire.
The wife thought she was winning.
She didn’t know the game was just starting.
And the one who was truly riding to cloud 9…
Was not her.
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Episode 3
While Maureen and Mr. Michael were busy building their innocent friendship, Mrs. Grace Michael was writing her own secret story.
Grace was 36, beautiful, sharp, and used to getting whatever she wanted.
For almost one year, she had been denying her husband everything in the bedroom.
Headache. Tired. Children. Work. Excuse upon excuse.
But what Mr. Michael never knew was that Grace had found someone who never heard the word “no.”
His name was Captain.
Army captain. Tall, muscled, skin like dark chocolate, voice that commanded attention.
He was posted to Makurdi Air Force base six months ago.
Grace met him at a friend’s birthday dinner.
From the first night, the fire started.
One Friday evening, Mr. Michael travelled to Abuja for a three-day conference.
Grace told the children she was going to her sister’s place in town.
She dressed in a short red dress that hugged every curve, perfume heavy, lipstick bold.
She drove straight to Captain’s quarters on base.
The moment the door closed behind her, Captain didn’t waste time.
He pulled her close, kissed her hard, hands already moving under the dress.
Grace laughed low, pushed him toward the bed.
“Slow down, soldier. We get all night.”
But Captain wasn’t slow.
He lifted her like she weighed nothing, placed her on the bed, pushed the dress up to her waist.
Grace opened her legs, inviting.
Captain dropped to his knees, tasted her garden slow and deep until she was pulling his head closer, moaning his name.
When she couldn’t wait again, she pulled him up.
He entered her garden strong and sure.
Grace gasped, wrapped her legs around him.
He gave it to her steady at first, then faster, harder, the bed shaking with every move.
Grace’s nails dug into his back.
She turned him over, climbed on top, rode him like she was in charge, hips rolling, breasts bouncing, head thrown back.
Captain held her waist, met her every move with his own.
They changed positions like they had rehearsed it.
From the back, her knees on the bed, him driving deep.
Against the wall, her legs wrapped around him.
On the floor, her on all fours, him behind her, making her scream small small.
Grace reached the sweet place four times that night.
Each time louder than the last.
When Captain finally poured everything inside her, they collapsed together, breathing hard, laughing, planning the next time.
Grace left the base at 4 a.m., drove home, showered twice, sprayed perfume, and slept like a baby.
Mr. Michael came back from Abuja on Sunday night.
He tried to hold her.
She pushed him away.
“I have headache.”
He turned to the wall, heart heavy.
He picked his phone and called Maureen.
“Maureen, are you awake?”
“Yes sir.”
“Can we talk?”
That night, he poured his heart to the only person who listened.
While his wife slept peacefully after tasting another man’s fire.
The wife thought she was winning.
She didn’t know the game was just starting.
And the one who was truly riding to cloud 9…
Was not her.
Comment “Next” for Episode 4.
Let’s get this story to 40 shares!
To be continued…
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