Lonely Wives

My family painted the town red on my wedding day. My wedding was on every lip. I was the talk of the town. Every girl out there envied me and I couldn’t be more proud. My husband was God-sent and I wouldn’t have wanted another husband besides him in my next life. I was so overjoyed. Being a virgin, I had married my husband and he was so proud that I could abstain from sex in such a generation. I had seen so much admiration in his eyes after he had deflowered me and I was glad that I had waited this long for the right person.Well, my nightmare began when his company decided to take him from me and tear down my marriage. Having been given a good promotion, he had been asked to relocate to Canada to oversee the affairs of the branch over there. He told me that plans to help move his family over there would only be valid after five years which meant that I was stuck in Nigeria. I cried like a child and couldn’t be consoled. I just couldn’t bare the thought of not being with my husband or being able to see him everyday. Even though he promised to call frequently and communicate through Skype, I knew that no video call could replace having to see him physically. I wanted to touch him, kiss him and embrace him but now, that wouldn’t be possible anymore even though he promised to visit every six months.On the day he was set to go, his mother and I accompanied him to the airport. I cried from the house to the airport in the car and when it was time for him to board the plane which was soon to depart, he hugged me but I just wouldn’t let go. His mother who had come with us had to tear me away from him so that he wouldn’t miss his flight. Forgetting my first class certificate and my pride and dignity, I crumbled to the floor and wept and passers-by couldn’t help but give me curious and puzzled looks.I know it was embarrassing for my mother-in-law but she soon joined me in shedding tears. After much consoling and after watching the plane my husband had boarded, take off, I reluctantly agreed to go home. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I was the definition of restless. Even my favourite TV program felt bland and I was disinterested in it. All I wanted was my husband. Mother-in-law stayed with me for two days but soon had to go back to her base to take care of her business and I was left all by myself in the apartment.Although, we were rich but we still lived in a rented apartment of four bedrooms flat because of our duplex was still under construction. My husband called me with an international number two days after he arrived his destination, and immediately I heard his voice, I started to cry again. He comforted me, called me a lot of pet names, made a thousand promises and that seemed to help me pull myself together. Well, my problem started a few weeks after my husband travelled. I didn’t miss the cuddles and snuggling anymore because I now had a bigger problem before me, and that was sex. I was starved of it. My husband had deflowered me and left me hungry for it and at this early stage of not having any sexual satisfaction, I soon became frustrated and disoriented. Whenever I saw a movie and two people were kissing in it, my loin moistened up immediately. Watching Game of Thrones was not easy at all, with all the characters going at it like it was part of their daily obligations.I didn’t know what to do. I could not masturbate because it just wasn’t my thing and I had no one to discuss it with besides my friends, Patricia and Amarachi. They were both married but like me, their husbands were always away for one reason or the other and I wondered how they managed to hold their bodies and deal with their sexual cravings.When I explained my plight to them, they both burst into laughter and high-fived each other with knowing smiles and I wondered what both women were hiding from me. They were wives of wealthy men and had almost everything money could buy except the attention of their husbands. I tried to coerce them into telling me what their secrets were but Amarachi only shook her head and said before she sipped her glass of chadonnay “You will not understand, Winifred.” She told me.Almost a fortnight later, I discovered Patricia’s secret myself. I was sitting beside her in her Jeep at the back of the car while her driver, Sani drove us to her large boutique where we were to stop for her to pick up something before we went for the wedding reception of an acquaintance. We were chitchatting and I noticed that Patricia and her driver kept exchanging secret glances and smiles through the rearview mirror. The first time it happened, I thought nothing of it but when it happened the third time I realised that something weird was definitely up.I said something to Patricia that made her laugh and then Sani, the driver suddenly interfered by chipping in his own words, leaving me surprised that a driver would dare interfere in a discussion between his madam and her friend and just when I thought Patricia would scold him for such an act, she laughed instead and added: “You are such a naughty boy, Sani.”I held my peace and said nothing at her surprising statement. When we finally reached her boutique, she asked me to wait for her in the car as she got down. As she was about to go, she paused and said, “Sani, please bring the bag from the trunk to my office now.” With these words, she disappeared into her boutique where the security guard and her staff greeted her warmly and through the glass wall, I saw her simply acknowledge their greetings with a wave of a hand before walking up the stairs to her office above.Sani soon disappeared into the boutique too, carrying a polythene bag. I sighed and waited in the car and slowly, time ticked by. Several minutes later, I was already growing impatient and when I checked my wristwatch, I realized that Patricia had been gone for more than thirty minutes. I wondered what was keeping her for so long and she was very well aware that we would be late for the wedding reception if we didn’t leave soon. I pulled out my smart phone and dialed her number but she didn’t take my call. I dialed her five more times, yet no answer.In frustration, I got down the car and walked into the boutique. The staff didn’t care to stop me when I made for the stairs because they were familiar with me, instead they greeted me with warm smiles. I went up the stairs and without bothering to knock, I opened the door and what greeted my sight was a shock.On the office desk, laid my friend on her back with her thighs wide open. Her panties hung around one ankle and kneeling on the floor before her was Sani the driver. His head was buried between her thighs and the way he was eating her shaved Honeypot while he twisted her nipples simultaneously, one would think he had not eaten for days. What struck me more was the way my friend whose eyes were closed, was moaning and squirming and pulling his head closer for more like she was high on something. She had zipped down her lace dress, taken her arms out of the sleeves so that she could bare her massive breasts and leave them to the mercy of her driver’s squeezing hands. The worst thing is that they were so engrossed in this oral act that they were oblivious to my presence.”Patricia!” I cried out in disgust. I had never had oral sex in my life because the thought of it seemed so repulsive and I had vowed never to indulge in such an unholy act.She suddenly jolted to a sitting position while Sani was so startled by the sound of my voice that he reeled back and hit his head against the wall. Since he was still dressed, he quickly dashed out of the office unable to meet my eyes.”Your driver?!” I asked in disbelief.

Lonely wives

Lonely Wives Episode 2

Patricia’s POV (point of view)

I felt no shame when my friend, Winifred caught my driver going down on me. In fact, if anything, I was angry. Why the hell did she have to come and ruin the fun for me? Couldn’t she had just sat patiently in the car and wait for me? She just had to come spoil it all just when I was about to reach orgasm. Slipping my arms back into the sleeve of my dress and pulling the front over my breasts after tucking them into my bra.

“Ehn-ehn, what?” I snapped. “What did you see that you have not seen before?!” I asked angrily, getting off my desk and pulling my dress down. I didn’t even bother about my pant, I just picked it and pushed it into my handbag.

“Patricia, you are asking me that?!” She questioned in surprised. “Do you realized that you are a married woman and your driver was just sucking-” she couldn’t finished the words.

I hissed. “It’s my honeypot he was eating, how does that concern you, Wini? See, if you know what is good, just keep your words to yourself. Don’t let me change it for you.”

She was still stunned and then managed to utter one word. “Why?”

I glared at her. “Why? Are you kidding me right now? Why? You want to know right?”

I flashed back to that morning when I walked out of the bathroom naked after a bath and my husband who was in his early seventies and was a seated on the bed, writing me a cheque, looked up and I noticed his eyes follow the lower part of my body as I crossed the room to my dresser to cream.

He adjusted his glasses and stared at me above the rim. “Pat?” He called.

“Hmmm?” I barely answered as I placed a foot on the stool and began to cream my leg with a lotion that cost me two hundred and fifty thousand naira which I had ordered online from Paris.

He cleared his throat and asked. “When did you start to shave down there?”

I frowned and glanced down at my pelvic. “Since last year, it’s funny that you only started noticing now.”

“Since our twelve years of marriage, you have never shaved that area.”

“Chief, do you go down on me? Why should I bother shaving when all you do is just slot your pencil in every six months and just after a round, it’s as if you are at the brink of having a heart attack. Chief, this is part of my new personal hygiene, so just leave it alone, or is your own pubic hair missing?”

He sighed then asked instead, “What did you say you needed the fifteen million for again?”

“Chief, I need to restock my boutique. Those workers of mine are stealing from me.”

“Then fire them and employ a new staff!” He stated.

“Chief, the devil you know is actually better than the angel you do not. All I need is to catch one of them red handed and I’ll make sure that person and his or her entire family spend the rest of their miserable lives in jail.”

He ignored him, scribbled his signature, tore the cheque out and placed it on the bed. As he stood up, I turned to meet him, putting my arms around his neck. “Chief…” I cooed sultrily. “Let’s do small na before you leave for Abuja again.”

He frowned. “What about the one we did last night?”

I pouted. “Chief, it’s not enough now, you really have to work on this one round of a thing. I’m a three round woman. How can you give me just one round and expect my body to be okay? Just please give me one more now, even though, it’s small.” I begged.

“Look, Patricia, my flight is in a hour’s time and I definitely do not want to be late for the Senate meeting.”

I heaved a sigh then took his hand to my honeypot. “Okay, what about blowing me for just five minutes, I really need it.”

“What is blowing?” He asked, puzzled.

Bush man! I said in my head then audibly explained. “Blowing me is putting your lips…” I placed a finger on his lips and then to my honeypot. “…down here!”

“Jesus!” He exclaimed and quickly backed away from me, giving me a look of disgust. “Have you lost your mind, woman?! At my age you want me to commit an abomination?!”

I gave him a disgruntled look. “Which one is abomination again?”

“See, I don’t have time for such nonsense! My mouth is meant for eating and speaking in the house of Senate, there’s no way I’m going to even take my mouth near that place, not even if a gun was aimed at my head.”

I glared at him now and said. “I see… You don’t want to, right? No problem. You can go.”

He hesitated. “Won’t you see me off to the airport like you used to?”

I folded my arms under my chest and lifted my chin with my face turned away. “I’m not in the mood.”

He stared at me for a moment, tucked his check book into his native attire pocket, adjusted his cap on his head then left the room. I was angry and I slumped down on the bed, placing my chin on my palm.

That day, I was angry throughout and I vented my anger on those that I could. I snapped and yelled easily at the maid, the gateman, my driver and even my staff were not spared. I was returning home from my boutique when my driver interrupted the silence in the car.

“Madam?”

“What?!” I asked tersely.

It was dark but I could see him glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “Abeg, I wan piss.”

“Can’t you wait till you get home before taking a leak?!” I angrily demanded.

He swallowed hard and I could see the uneasiness on his face. “Madam, abeg, I don dey hold am since. My bladder don dey pain me sef.”

Sighing heavily after a brief consideration, I said, “Fine, you can take a leak when you find the next comfortable spot to.”

He nodded and thanked me. Soon, he pulled to a stop at the shoulder of a deserted street to urinate in the bush. I was checking my phone for any message from my husband when I looked up and my eyes caught the sight of his manhood. A shiver ran through my body immediately and I found myself craning my neck to get a better look. Oh my God! This guy was big o! How could such a skinny young guy possess such an instrument of destructive pleasure.

When I saw him coming back and zipping his pants, I let him get back into the car and then stopped him just as he was about turning the key in the ignition.

“Sani, don’t start the car yet.” I said.

He turned in his seat to give me a puzzled look. “Madam, wetin happen?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I blurted out before I could catch myself.

He smiled shyly. “Yes madam, her name na Mariam.”

“This Mariam girl, do you have sex with her often?”

If he was surprised at my questions concerning his sexual life, he tried not to show it. “Madam, we dey do small small. Mariam dey complain say I too big, so she no dey really let me do like that.”

“It’s obvious that this Mariam doesn’t appreciate what she has. Anyway, Sani, have you ever eaten out a woman before?” When he gave me a confused look, I realized that he probably didn’t understand what I was talking about, so I shifted to his level. “You don suck woman thing before?”

He suddenly burst into laughter. “Mariam like that one well well.”

I smiled. I knew I had hit jackpot and I felt myself moistening up just at the thought of being eaten. I warily glanced around us and realized that the street we were was deserted even though it was just 9:07 in the night. “Sani, oya, switch off the headlights and come to the back.”

He gave a baffled frown. “Madam, wetin happen?”

“Just come to the back and stop asking questions.” I said impatiently.

He obeyed and soon got down the car and joined me in the back. Immediately he entered, I grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him deeply. He was stunned but when I grabbed him down there, he knew that I was not joking around. I quickly laid my back against the door and spread my thighs for him. “Delve in.” I ordered, pushing the thong of my lace panties to the side.

He hesitated, probably confused and scared that this might be a trap. “Madam, wetin you want make I do?” He asked in a scared unsure tone.

“Do what Mariam likes to me.”

“Madam-” he started to protest.

“Go down there my friend!” I snapped, grabbed his head and pushed it down between my legs and when his tongue shyly stuck out to give my honeypot a lick, I was already gone! When ate me for more than twenty minutes and when he finally slid into me at my anxious request, he touched every nook and cranny my husband had not touched in twelve years. In fact, he overfilled me and soon the car was bouncing at our motion.

Lonely Wives Episode 3

Winifred’s POV

That day, I had refused to continue to the wedding reception. With the way that I was feeling, I decided that I didn’t want to be anywhere near Patricia for now, especially when she felt no remorse whatsoever. Turning away, I walked out of the boutique and hailed a cab and that was how I went home. I wanted nothing whatsoever to do with Patricia anymore and I avoided her calls whenever she rung my line.

A week later on a Saturday afternoon, I was watching a thousand ways to die when my doorbell rang. Wondering who it was since I was not expecting anyone, I walked to the door and to my surprise saw Amarachi. I hugged her so tight, well I was more than happy to have someone to talk to and ease my loneliness. After ushering her in, I served her some red wine which she gladly took. After exchanging necessary pleasantries, she finally cleared her throat and got down to her purpose of visiting.

“Winny, I heard you are no longer in good terms with Pat.” She gave me a subtle look of accusation, staring at me under her brows.

Hearing Patricia’s name, I simply looked away and said nothing. When I refused to reply, Amarachi pressed, “Winny, you won’t answer me?”

I rolled my eyes then asked, “She told you didn’t she?”

“Yes of course, she told me. We have all been friends since our university days.”

“Did she also tell you what she did?” I asked.

“What did she do?” She replied my question with a question.

“Do you know that Pat is sleeping with her driver?” I said quietly, expecting a normal response but all I got was laughter and it left me more confused. “What’s so funny?” I asked.

“What’s the big deal, baby girl?!” She asked, still laughing.

I drew my shoulders back in surprise and gave her a look. “You mean you knew all along?”

“Abeg!” She waved a dismissive hand. “Na today? Nothing is hidden under the sun, my dear.”

“You knew all this time and you never told me?!” I asked in shock, growing angry now.

“Wetin eye never see? We simply did not tell you because your church girl is too much, you wouldn’t have understood our plight! And besides, the last thing we wanted was someone dashing off to tell our husbands!” Amarachi stated.

“You think I’d snitch on you guys?” I placed my hand on my chest. “Even though I am not in support of adultery, I would never tell on you.”

“Right…” Amarachi simply said. “Let’s see how holy you will remain now that your husband has moved to Canada. Your plight is even worse because you have no child to keep your company nor comfort you.”

I gave her a sad and annoyed look. “You don’t have to rub it in.”

“Winny, I’m not trying to rub anything in, I’m just telling you the truth. We might have all the money we could want but the truth is life is not fair on us sexually and we can’t just sit back and fold our arms. In as much as you wouldn’t admit it, sex is very important.”

I caught on to the pronoun she had been using for a while now. “What do you mean by we?”

She paused and gave me a scrutinizing look for a moment as if considering whether to tell me a secret or not. Finally, she made up her mind and sighed. Adjusting to the edge of her seat, she began: You know that my husband is a sailor?”

“Yes, I’m well aware.” I answered.

“And you know he’s hardly around?”

“Yes.” I answered, eager for her to get to the point.

“So when he’s gone for six months to 1 year, how do you suggest I tame my hormones, prayer and fasting?”

“You could just wait.” I stated.

“You are not normal.” She gave me a disgruntled look. “You think it’s easy right? You think my body is made of wood, right? Well, why should I blame you? You know nothing! Your marriage is not even up to a year, so why should I expect you to understand?”

“What are you insinuating?” I asked suspiciously. “Are you also-“

“Whatever that is, it’s a yes.” She Declared.

I gaped at her in disbelief. “You mean that you are also-“

“Yes and let me tell you my story…” She placed the glass of drink down on the coffee table and began her story…

Amarachi’s POV

I met my husband during an ushering job I had gone for while I was in 400 level in the university. A conference meeting was to hold on a Saturday morning and I was part of the girls who were called for ushering since I had experience in it. I was tall and slim and had just the right sizes of everything. I was one of the many ushers who were to direct the guests to their seats and that was when I saw him. He was tall and was dressed in a white native attire.

When I directed him to his seat, the way he kept glancing my way spoke volumes but I tried my best to ignore it but that was not the end. At the end of the program, the organizer came to us and said that she would like all ushers to go change their clothes and come back for an after party. I was reluctant but when she privately told me that the man would like to speak with me and perhaps he might even help me get a very good job after graduation, I obliged.

I came back to the party and that was when he approached me. We talk for lengthy hours and I got to find out that he was thirty-nine years and a divorcee. His wife and divorced him because she claimed that he paid too much attention to his job than his family, so she divorced and left with their two children whom he often spoke too on phone or visit once in a blue moon.

We talked so late into the night and rain began to pour. I was at lose of what to do because I didn’t know how I would go home in such a storm. He offered that I could spend the night with him in his hotel room and reluctantly, I agreed. That night did not go as I planned and we ended up making love. He did a lot of things guys in my peer group whom I have dated have never done to me.

We started dating and months later, he proposed to me and we were married before the year came to an end. Anyway, he started to travel a lot and I hardly got to see him and that was when I realized how the wife had felt. I was lonely. He bought his female cousin to live with me and also give me company but it was not enough. I needed the touch of a man and it was driving me crazy to go months without it.

We had a cook called Akpan from Calabar and soon I began to eye him. I have heard about how wonderful Calabar men were in bed and people have praised their sexual stamina too. One day, while he was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, I walked into the kitchen in my flimsy nightgown. He greeted me and continued frying the plantain he was frying. I went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water then leaned on the counter to watch him cook.

I noticed that he was uneasy with my presence in the kitchen but he said nothing. I watched him for a while, letting my eyes roam his body and his arms. I stared at his biceps and at his waist wondering if he could twist it in different angles. Soon, I called, “Akpos?”

“Ma?” He turned and I could see shock register on his face when he saw that I was completely naked through the transparent night gown that I was wearing.

“Are you done frying the plantain?” I asked.

“A…lm…ost ma…” He stammered, fixing his eyes on the wall above my head to avoid staring at my enticing body.

“Just leave the rest for now. I want you to get me something from my room.”

I saw a puzzled frown cross his face. I knew he was surprised because I have never asked him to go to my bedroom before.

“What ma?” He turned off the gas, washed his hands under the tap in the sink then wiped his hands against his apron.

“Get me my phone. It’s on my bed, under my pillow.” I instructed and he nodded and left the kitchen. Knowing that I was all alone with him in the house, I took off my lingerie, tossed it on the counter and followed almost immediately. Whether this Calabar guy liked it or not, he had better agree to sleep with me or I will have him fired, or worse, even have him thrown into jail by accusing him of trying to rape me.

To Be Continued…LONELY WIVES (3)

Winifred’s POV

That day, I had refused to continue to the wedding reception. With the way that I was feeling, I decided that I didn’t want to be anywhere near Patricia for now, especially when she felt no remorse whatsoever. Turning away, I walked out of the boutique and hailed a cab and that was how I went home. I wanted nothing whatsoever to do with Patricia anymore and I avoided her calls whenever she rung my line.

A week later on a Saturday afternoon, I was watching a thousand ways to die when my doorbell rang. Wondering who it was since I was not expecting anyone, I walked to the door and to my surprise saw Amarachi. I hugged her so tight, well I was more than happy to have someone to talk to and ease my loneliness. After ushering her in, I served her some red wine which she gladly took. After exchanging necessary pleasantries, she finally cleared her throat and got down to her purpose of visiting.

“Winny, I heard you are no longer in good terms with Pat.” She gave me a subtle look of accusation, staring at me under her brows.

Hearing Patricia’s name, I simply looked away and said nothing. When I refused to reply, Amarachi pressed, “Winny, you won’t answer me?”

I rolled my eyes then asked, “She told you didn’t she?”

“Yes of course, she told me. We have all been friends since our university days.”

“Did she also tell you what she did?” I asked.

“What did she do?” She replied my question with a question.

“Do you know that Pat is sleeping with her driver?” I said quietly, expecting a normal response but all I got was laughter and it left me more confused. “What’s so funny?” I asked.

“What’s the big deal, baby girl?!” She asked, still laughing.

I drew my shoulders back in surprise and gave her a look. “You mean you knew all along?”

“Abeg!” She waved a dismissive hand. “Na today? Nothing is hidden under the sun, my dear.”

“You knew all this time and you never told me?!” I asked in shock, growing angry now.

“Wetin eye never see? We simply did not tell you because your church girl is too much, you wouldn’t have understood our plight! And besides, the last thing we wanted was someone dashing off to tell our husbands!” Amarachi stated.

“You think I’d snitch on you guys?” I placed my hand on my chest. “Even though I am not in support of adultery, I would never tell on you.”

“Right…” Amarachi simply said. “Let’s see how holy you will remain now that your husband has moved to Canada. Your plight is even worse because you have no child to keep your company nor comfort you.”

I gave her a sad and annoyed look. “You don’t have to rub it in.”

“Winny, I’m not trying to rub anything in, I’m just telling you the truth. We might have all the money we could want but the truth is life is not fair on us sexually and we can’t just sit back and fold our arms. In as much as you wouldn’t admit it, sex is very important.”

I caught on to the pronoun she had been using for a while now. “What do you mean by we?”

She paused and gave me a scrutinizing look for a moment as if considering whether to tell me a secret or not. Finally, she made up her mind and sighed. Adjusting to the edge of her seat, she began: You know that my husband is a sailor?”

“Yes, I’m well aware.” I answered.

“And you know he’s hardly around?”

“Yes.” I answered, eager for her to get to the point.

“So when he’s gone for six months to 1 year, how do you suggest I tame my hormones, prayer and fasting?”

“You could just wait.” I stated.

“You are not normal.” She gave me a disgruntled look. “You think it’s easy right? You think my body is made of wood, right? Well, why should I blame you? You know nothing! Your marriage is not even up to a year, so why should I expect you to understand?”

“What are you insinuating?” I asked suspiciously. “Are you also-“

“Whatever that is, it’s a yes.” She Declared.

I gaped at her in disbelief. “You mean that you are also-“

“Yes and let me tell you my story…” She placed the glass of drink down on the coffee table and began her story…

Amarachi’s POV

I met my husband during an ushering job I had gone for while I was in 400 level in the university. A conference meeting was to hold on a Saturday morning and I was part of the girls who were called for ushering since I had experience in it. I was tall and slim and had just the right sizes of everything. I was one of the many ushers who were to direct the guests to their seats and that was when I saw him. He was tall and was dressed in a white native attire.

When I directed him to his seat, the way he kept glancing my way spoke volumes but I tried my best to ignore it but that was not the end. At the end of the program, the organizer came to us and said that she would like all ushers to go change their clothes and come back for an after party. I was reluctant but when she privately told me that the man would like to speak with me and perhaps he might even help me get a very good job after graduation, I obliged.

I came back to the party and that was when he approached me. We talk for lengthy hours and I got to find out that he was thirty-nine years and a divorcee. His wife and divorced him because she claimed that he paid too much attention to his job than his family, so she divorced and left with their two children whom he often spoke too on phone or visit once in a blue moon.

We talked so late into the night and rain began to pour. I was at lose of what to do because I didn’t know how I would go home in such a storm. He offered that I could spend the night with him in his hotel room and reluctantly, I agreed. That night did not go as I planned and we ended up making love. He did a lot of things guys in my peer group whom I have dated have never done to me.

We started dating and months later, he proposed to me and we were married before the year came to an end. Anyway, he started to travel a lot and I hardly got to see him and that was when I realized how the wife had felt. I was lonely. He bought his female cousin to live with me and also give me company but it was not enough. I needed the touch of a man and it was driving me crazy to go months without it.

We had a cook called Akpan from Calabar and soon I began to eye him. I have heard about how wonderful Calabar men were in bed and people have praised their sexual stamina too. One day, while he was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, I walked into the kitchen in my flimsy nightgown. He greeted me and continued frying the plantain he was frying. I went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water then leaned on the counter to watch him cook.

I noticed that he was uneasy with my presence in the kitchen but he said nothing. I watched him for a while, letting my eyes roam his body and his arms. I stared at his biceps and at his waist wondering if he could twist it in different angles. Soon, I called, “Akpos?”

“Ma?” He turned and I could see shock register on his face when he saw that I was completely naked through the transparent night gown that I was wearing.

“Are you done frying the plantain?” I asked.

“A…lm…ost ma…” He stammered, fixing his eyes on the wall above my head to avoid staring at my enticing body.O

“Just leave the rest for now. I want you to get me something from my room.”

I saw a puzzled frown cross his face. I knew he was surprised because I have never asked him to go to my bedroom before.

“What ma?” He turned off the gas, washed his hands under the tap in the sink then wiped his hands against his apron.

“Get me my phone. It’s on my bed, under my pillow.” I instructed and he nodded and left the kitchen. Knowing that I was all alone with him in the house, I took off my lingerie, tossed it on the counter and followed almost immediately. Whether this Calabar guy liked it or not, he had better agree to sleep with me or I will have him fired, or worse, even have him thrown into jail by accusing him of trying to rape me.

Lonely Wives Episode 4

Amarachi’s POV

As I walked into the room, I locked the door behind me and when he turned just then to see that I was completely nude, he exclaimed a word in Calabar and quickly turned his face away.

“Madam, you are naked.” He said without looking at me.

“I know.” I told him and approached him. “And you don’t want to see?”

“No, madam. This is not right at all. You are my boss’s wife. Please grab a towel or a wrapper.”

I frowned. “Am I not attractive enough?”

He paused, perhaps confused of what to answer to that, later, he answered, “You are.”

“Good, that’s why I want you to show me how attractive I’m.”

“How?” He asked, still refusing to look at me.

I took his chin and tried to turn his head to my direction but he remained adamant. “Look at me na.” I insisted

He shook his head. Angry, I moved to the direction his face was but he suddenly turned away again to the other direction. I was getting frustrated now. “Akpan, what’s all these? Why are you acting like a child? I thought you were mature! Have you never seen a naked woman before or what?!” I demanded.

“I have, madam but please you should remember that I’m also a married man and I have two children.”

“And so? Am I also nor married or are you the only married man on Earth who has tasted another honeypot outside marriage.”

“Madam, I am a devout christian and my faith is strongly against adultery.” He countered.

“Really???” I drew my shoulder back to give him a look. “So you want to be a Joseph who refused Portipher’s wife? Let me see how you’ll resist me.” Suddenly, without warning, she grabbed his crotch and squeezed and he recoiled from her with wide eyes of shock fixed on her now while his hand protectively covered his violated area. She smirked then scoffed. “Devout christian indeed! I just grabbed you now and you are already partially hard. Why are you hard if you are also not interested, why?!”

He sheepishly lowered his eyes. “Madam, it’s only normal for a man to respond that way but what matters is the fact that he can restrains himself from commiting a sin.”

“So you are still adamant on this issue? Fine, I’ll go straight to the point. You are very much aware that my husband is hardly home and I have no body to meet my bedroom needs. Your duties as being only a cook has ended today, which means that you have to start cooking me too.”

“No, madam-” he started to protest. “I’m a faithful man. My wife doesn’t deserve such. Madam, why me? The driver, gardener and gate man are there, you could have just selected one of them.”

I gave him an annoyed look. “Are you stupid?! Oh, so now because I’m begging you for just the small favour, you want to start disrespecting me, right? You had better know your place and stick to it. See, let me tell you, I have already locked the door and if you don’t give me what I want, I’ll make your life miserable in this house.”

His frown deepened but he said nothing.

“You have nothing to say?” I asked.

“I want to go back to the kitchen.” He answered me.

Furious at his stubborn response, I suddenly grabbed the front of his apron and shoved him to the floor. I was like a mad woman. If I didn’t get any sex today, I might just lose my mind. He began to struggle with me but he didn’t put in much of a fight maybe because he was scared of hurting me and risk going to jail. I went for his jeans pants and when he held his belt and refused me access to his zip, I sat on his face, placing my honeypot directly on his mouth and in alarm, his hands flew to push me off as he tried to turn his head away but that only excited me the more.

Now that his belt was free, I quickly unbuckled it and zipped it down. When I pulled out his shaft, I was right about the size and all the veins and without thinking, I swallowed it immediately and that seemed to make him lose all the fight in him as a sweet groan issued from his mouth and the way he was trembling as I feasted on him made me realized that no woman had done this to him before, or perhaps he was too religious and didn’t want to explore this far. Soon, I felt his mouth working on mine and any resistance he could have left in his body flew away, leaving me with a compliant man. We did everything on the floor and I did not let him go until he had satisfied me three times.

Since that day, I tripled his salary and made him give it to me anywhere in the house, including the kitchen. Sometimes, I would tell him to call his wife and tell her that he wouldn’t come home that night so that he could spend the night with me and today, he’s still my service machine. Even if my husband returns and doesn’t satisfy me, I sneak to meet Akpan to fill in the remaining gaps and till today, my cook is still my service machine.” I finished narrating and Winifred who had been listening in awe, now had a hand over her mouth.

“But are you women not scared that your husbands might find out?”

I flinched my mouth at her. “Get caught? We are professionals in this game and we already have everything planned. And why should anyone of us be angry with the other when our husbands are fond of keeping side chicks whom they pick from universities and pay their flights to Abuja so they can spend the weekend together.”

Winifred sighed. “I trust David, he will never cheat on me.”

She gave a wicked chuckle. “Trust all you want until you discover that you have a white co-wife who doesn’t even know that you exist.”

I saw the doubt and fear cross Winifred’s features and I knew that she knew that I actually had a point. “How long has your husband been gone for now?” I asked.

“A month and a week.” She answered.

“Good, yours is still fresh but do you know why yours will be much worse than ours?”

“No, why?” She asked.

“Because you married him a virgin.” I said, “In case you don’t know, your husband just opened a big void in you. Virgins are always hungry for sex in the first stages of their sexual lives and your loving husband is not even within reach to sate your needs. Ours is even better, at least we know where they are, in Abuja, Port Harcourt, Lagos or Dubai for one business or the other and we can easily go and meet them if we want to, compared to yours who’s far away in Canada, tell me, how will you cope with that?” I asked.

She swallowed hard and then feebly said as she slowly shrugged a shoulder. “Masturbate?

I scoffed, “mastur-what?” I chuckled. “My sister, there’s nothing like a real, warm, throbbing John-thomas! Go and get yourself one before you lose your mind from the urge.” I laughed and slapped her knee. We discussed other issues and soon I left. I telling Winifred about Akpan had made me horny and I couldn’t wait to get back home to receive some brutal smashings.

                     ★★★

Winifred’s POV

After Amarachi left, I had a deep thinking about everything and I wouldn’t lie that I had not felt aroused why she had been narrating her experience to me. I know I needed to get laid and I needed it so bad but where will I get my own partner? Patricia had her driver and Amarachi had her cook. I had no one. I was the only one living in this big apartment.

Well, my wishes came true, three weeks later when a Corp member moved into the flat next to mine. The flat actually belonged to a family who had travelled out of the country and being related to them, he had been given the key to inhabit the house until their return.

This Corp member was sturdy, handsome and had a quiet demeanor. We never had the chance to speak and I only saw him each time he came to hang and dry his laundry on the line or whenever he going out or coming in. I would sit in my balcony, reading an harlequin novel and he would just utter a “Good afternoon” and pass by before I could strike a conversation. Sometimes, he would come out shirtless to sit in front of his door while he tapped away on his smart phone.

One night, I woke up to desperate cries of: “Steve, hit it! Scatter it! Tear it! Destroy it! Massacre it! Oohhhh… Harder, deeper, I’m dying! Daddy, faster!!!!” Issuing from his apartment. I was confused at first but when I noticed that they were actually sounds of desperate sexual cries, I got up and went to place my ear against the wall dividing our apartments.

Lonely Wives Episode 5

Winifred’s POV

I was so engrossed with the dirty words and cries of the lady that I didn’t realize that I had started to touch myself. Disgusted with how this was affecting me, I moved to the sitting room, switched on the TV and began to watch Sound City. I increased the volume to dry the cries of the lady and soon, I fell asleep and didn’t even know when rain began to pour. In the morning, I woke up at the sound of a knock on my door and was surprised to find out that I had actually spend the night on the couch.

The knock came again and forcing myself to my feet, I groggily walked to the door and opened it ready to rudely dismiss whoever had come this early to ruin my sleep. But whatever sleep was left in me, vanished immediately when I realized that it was the neighbour next door, Steve, well that was what the girl he was banging had called him and he had several clothes in his arms in front of him. At first, I wondered why he was just giving me a surprised look and saying nothing but when I looked down, I realised that my left nipple had shifted out of my night gown whose neckline was very low.

Feeling embarrassed, I quickly turned away and adjusted my gown then turned to look at him again and this time, he blinked several times as if trying to dislodge what he had just seen from his mind then he cleared his throat and said, “Good morning.”

Sheepishly, I answered, “Good morning.”

“Um…” He glanced down. “It rained last night and I realised that you didn’t come out to take your laundry from the line so I decided to take it into my apartment and I brought them this morning because I don’t want you wondering where your laundry is.”

“Oh! Thank you…” I offered a smile and as I tried to pack my clothes from his arms and he also tried giving them over to me, I felt his knuckle brush my left breast under the heap of clothes and we both gave each other a look, although it had been an accident. I waved it off and said, “Thank you, um…” I trailed off.

“Steve.” He answered.

“I’m Winifred.” I told him, finally glad that I have gotten to introduce myself. “You are a Corp member, I see.”

“Yes.” He answered.

Then we both awkwardly stood there, wondering what to say next but that moment was disrupted when we both heard a female voice call out, “Steve? Steeveee, where are you?”

“Sorry, but I’ve got to go now.” He quickly said, backing away slowly.

“No problem, thanks for this.” I gestured down with my chin at the clothes in my arms.

“Don’t mention, Winifred.” He said and left.

After that first personal encounter, I couldn’t get Steve out of my mind. I thought of him all day and I imagined caressing his chest through the white singlet he had won. I knew I ought to be older than he was but I was almost certain that the age difference wasn’t much, probably just two years difference cuz I was twenty seven. Several days passed and we only exchanged a hi, hello and a few pleasantries and I saw him bring different girls home then screwed them much to my detriment because I had to listen to it all, biting my lips and nails, squeezing my thighs together and wishing I was the one.

One day, I deliberately sat in my balcony hoping that I would see him but ever since he saw the latest girl off he had spent the previous night with, I saw no sign of him. I was desperate and I could barely concentrate on anything else besides fantasizing about him all day. I imagined saying all those words to me as he pounded me and I got wet. Well, all these thoughts wouldn’t be going through my mind if my husband was around. He was so far away in Canada and I couldn’t be with him until after five years.

When evening came, I gave up the wait and went back into my apartment. My husband called a few minutes later but didn’t last long on the call. I was just getting off the phone when I heard footsteps outside and then heard someone unlocking the next door and I knew that he was back. I checked the wall clock and realized that it was 10:31p.m. I walked to the mirror and checked out myself. I had on a red strapless top that barely covered my stomach and also a bum short that revealed the lower cheeks of my buttocks. Grabbing my body spray, I sprayed myself a lot so that I smelled nice before I walked out of my apartment and moved to his door then knocked. I waited but got no answer. I knocked again and that was when the door yanked open and I saw him.

I saw his eyes run over me from my feet to my head before they settled on my face and I saw him swallow hard. “Hey.” He finally uttered past the knot forming in his throat.

“Hey.” I answered. “I’m really sorry for disturbing you but I was wondering if you could borrow me some seasoning cubes. I didn’t realized that mine was finished and it’s too late to go out now to get some.”

“Okay.” He said and left then returned soon with four double cubes of knoor. When he handed them to me, I reluctantly left. I began to berate myself for being so stupid. My plan was whack. I should have thought of something better that would cause us to talk. I was really in the mood tonight for some sex and I feared that if I was left to go to bed that night without it, I would surely do something crazy like masturbating with a candle. Bracing myself for another attempt, I went back to his door ten minutes later and knocked and the door opened again.

“Hey, want something else?” He asked, surprised to see me again.

“Um… Is your DStv subscription active?” I asked.

“Yes, why?” He gave me a puzzled look.

“I actually want to watch The Promise on Zeeworld and my subscription ended last night, so I’m hoping you wouldn’t mind me watching it here for a few minutes.”

He hesitated as he considered my request then opened the door wider. “I don’t mind, please come in.”

With my heart swelling with joy, I walked into the sitting room and he followed behind.

“Make yourself comfortable.” He gestured at a sofa with a hand and I sat down. He picked the remote from the coffee table and asked. “What channel is it?” I told him and he switched it from the football station to Zeeworld then sat down in another chair. I kept glancing at him and realized that he was not paying attention to me or the TV. He was busy chatting on WhatsApp with a smile on his face and I felt insignificant.

I endured for a few minutes then grew tired of the stupid Zeeworld. I watched him for a moment then suddenly blurted. “Do you have any pornographic movie?”

He lifted his head to stare at me in surprise and I simply shrugged. “We are both adults so don’t act like you have never heard the word before.”

Without saying anything, he got up, walked into his room and returned with a flashdrive then inserted it into the side of the TV and what I saw next as the movie popped on the screen shocked me and sent a cold chill down my spine. All that could ask within myself was: What kind of horrific blue film is this?!

Lonely Wives Episode 6

Winifred’s POV

It was a BDSM porn movie and that was the first time I was seeing girls being tied up and whipped, their nipples, pegged, their mouths, gagged with a ball in it and their bodies tortured with several sexual tools. My eyes were glued to the screen and I watched as spittle dribbled down the chin of a Black America girl who was tied to the bed. She was in pain but yet she seemed to be enjoying everything her dominating partner was doing to her. I was so engrossed in it that I didn’t realise that Steve had left his seat and had joined me on mine with his hand stretched behind my head on the back rest.

“Do you like it?” His voice startled me and I gasped when I realized how awfully close he was to me.

I smiled shyly and nervously wet my lips. “I really don’t know.” I managed to say as I glanced at his screen.

“Do you like being dominated?” He asked.

I hesitated then slowly shook my head. “This is terrible. I don’t think this girl likes it, she’s only putting on an act to convince the viewers.”

“Well, I like it…” He said as he fixed his eyes on the screen and I tensed up when I suddenly felt him drawing faint circles on my other shoulder. The feeling was tingling and I swallowed hard.

I tried to focus on the movie because the girl was beginning to moan, now that her partner was digging her. “So you are married, uh?” He asked again.

I lowered my head and pursed my lips. “How did you know?”

“The sign on your finger.” He said and I noticed the light skin on my finger which had been caused by my rings which I had taken off before I had come to his apartment.

Soon, the sexual tension in the air grew as the lady’s loud moans from the TV began to get to me as her partner increased his pace and that was when I felt Steve’s tongue in my ear. I stiffened up as he continued to run his tongue around in my ear then he later withdrew his tongue to lick suck on my earlobe and with that act alone, I threw caution to the wind, turned my head and kissed him.

But I was shocked when he suddenly slipped his hand up my chest then seized my throat, roughly breaking the kiss. “I’m in charge here.” He whispered to me. “You do what I want and you’ll be just fine.”

I was surprised at why he was grabbing my throat until he choked me a bit and I let out a cough. When he saw the fear in my eyes, he assured me, “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. When you can take it anymore or you want me to pause, the safe word is Cactus.”

I gave him a befuddled look but he simply told me not to worry that I would get to understand with time. Suddenly, he let go off my neck and slid his hand down to my stomach then got on his knees in front of me. As he began to unbutton my bum short, several words rang in my head, telling me that it was not too late to stop all these before it got too far but my body refused to listen to my head and I was helpless against Steve as he took off my bum short then took my panties between his teeth and began to slowly pull it down my legs.

When he tossed my panties away and I was bare to his eyes, he caressed my legs then placed soft kisses in my inner thighs then he pulled me closer to the edge of the sofa so that I was half leaning my back against the back rest. I swallowed hard in anticipation and suddenly released a moan when he gently slipped two fingers into me. My toe nails curled as he thrusted them in and out of me in a shallow way.

Soon, he pulled out his fingers and sucked on them and I could only stare at him in amazement. I had been disgusted when I had seen Sani going down on Patricia and yet I couldn’t even stop Steve from doing almost the same thing to me. Soon, he lowered his head and his lips captured my clitoris and I shuddered and closed my eyes, too shy to watch him do it.

He noticed and gently tapped my left cheek as he spoke against my clit. “Open your eyes, Winifred, I want you to store every image in your mind, you are never to forget this, not even when you are with your husband.”

As I was about to speak, his mouth sucked my vulva in and I gasped. He gave me good head that I didn’t bother judging Patricia anymore cuz I now understood what she felt. When Steve was done eating me out, even to the extent of thrusting his fingers into me as he sucked me, I was desperate for the main deal. I had completely forgotten about the porn movie and all I was interested in was Steve.

I watched him take off his shirt over his head and then followed by his pants and briefs till he was stark naked before me. He was already hard and that was the first time I was seeing another man’s sugar stick besides my husband. Kneeling before me again, he adjusted and aimed and I slowly felt him push into me till he sank half way. While he did all this, his eyes were on my face and he was watching every expression I made.

“Beg me to go all the way in.” He said and when I frowned in confusion, he suddenly grabbed my throat again and squeezed. “Say it!” He ordered.

“Please go all the way in pls she beg…..

Lonely Wives Episode 7

After that day, I could not get Steve off my mind. He was superb and had made me realize how boring my short sexual life with my husband was. My husband was always too gentle, trying not to hurt me but Steve had woken up the bitch in me and that was just how my body liked it. In the morning, I would check around and when the coast was clear and I was certain that I wouldn’t be seen by anyone else in the apartment, I’d sneak into his apartment and he would treat me roughly while he had sex with me. I soon got used to everything. In fact, I begged to be slapped, pinched, or even tied down. That was just what worked for me and anything gentle was nothing short of boring.

I hung out with my friends and when I narrated my story to them, not only were they very much surprised, they praised me endlessly. So most times whenever we hung out, we discussed about our latest escapades. Sani became so free around me that he would even kiss Patricia in the car and squeeze her buttocks. We decided to take our sexual experience to another level one day when Amarachi invited us to her house on a Friday evening while her husband was in Abuja. As we stepped into her large and exquisite sitting room, she welcomed us warmly.

“But you guys are a bit late o… Konji wan kill me na.” She said.

Patricia and I laughed and then I asked, “Where are the kids?”

“They are still in boarding school, they are not due for a holiday until next month which means that I’m home alone.”

We sat down and she uncorked a wine and filled our chutes with it. “We are going up to the bedroom because that’s where the show is to take place.” Amarachi explained.

“Does he know that we will be there?” I asked.

“Why not? I have explained everything to him.” Amarachi said and led us up the stairs to the master bedroom which she shared with her husband. When we stepped in, we saw Akpan sitting in the bed clad in just his boxers. He rose and greeted us and we smiled and sat down on the two seats Amarachi had prepared for us. We were to play the voyeur and watch them have sex with each other.

I watched Amarachi slowly take off her clothes, leaving only her jewelry on, while Akpan stood with his legs apart as Amarachi slowly kissed down his body till she was kneeling in front of him. She pulled down his boxers and his erection sprang out to greet her face and she gave us a sideways look of “I bet your men’s stuff aren’t as big as mine.”

We hailed her to continue and the way Amarachi swallowed it all, one would have wondered if she had extra space in her mouth. I was surprised that she didn’t even choke. As she began to suck him off and also played with his balls while Patience and I shifted uncomfortably on our seats wishing we could share Akpan with her. We watched him suck and lick him up for a few minutes before she laid on the edge of the bed and opened her thighs to welcome Akpan’s mouth. The way the cook ate her was so crazy and Patricia and I exchanged glances.

We watched them while we sipped our wine and soon Akpan carried Amarachi in his arms in a standing position and that was how he made love to her from start to finish with Amarachi screaming the top of her head off. When Akpan was about to cum, Amarachi got down on her knees and presented her face and he squirted the whole package on it. Amarachi soon left us to go wash off in the bathroom while Akpan who was sweating and panting a bit, went for his boxers.

“Wait.” Patricia stopped him. “Do not wear that yet, let me take a good look at you first.” When Akpan obeyed and turned to face us, Patricia said to me, “You see how his dick is still hard and standing? That’s the kind of quality I want. If it were my husband, to wake up his own is a problem and even after you manage to get it up and he goes for one round, it will just collapse again.”

“Which meant that I made a very good choice then.” Amarachi said, returning from the bathroom. “We all want to prove whose man is best and I have presented mine.” She kissed Akpan passionately and dismissed him.

I couldn’t hold my curiosity anymore, so I asked, “Is he not married?”

“And so?” She gave me a look. “Since my husband travelled two weeks ago, I have made sure that Akpan spends his nights here.”

“But what happens to his wife and children?” I pressed.

“I don’t care! Babe, I’m giving this guy real cash! What can his wife offer him? Since this guy came into my life, we have both changed our lives for the better. He fucks me whenever I want and I in return, I make his life comfortable with money.”

“Abi na, my sister. When money speaks, everyone listens!” Patricia laughed. “There are a lot of hungry young men out there ready to dig you good for the right cash. Since the government does not provide jobs for the youth, we the Mamas have decided to help the situation in our small way. I can decide to change Sani anytime if I get tired of him, after all, one would definitely get tired of eating one sugar cane all the time.” She said and she Amarachi burst into laughter. “If I want another man within a twinkle of an eye, all I have to do is snap my fingers and I’ll have ten able men in my bed!”

“So you mean that even university graduates will willingly accept to be Gigolos?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yes of course!” Patricia said, “How else will they put food on their tables and besides, being a gigolo has a lot of benefits. You don’t have to wake up early and start hurrying to work or spending hours in the traffic. All you have to do is wait in the nice apartment I’ll get for you and I’ll come over to get smashed and you automatically get paid. Tell me Winifred, is that not even better than most jobs?!”

“Well, I don’t know what to say. But what about their girlfriends? Are you not scared of getting caught and being disgraced?” I asked.

“God punish girlfriend!” Patricia spat venomously. “Aren’t our husbands already picking them up every Friday night from their various hostels in the university to spend weekends with them in their guest houses? Since they are satisfying the shameless old men, the least they can do is leave the young ones to us! Any man I have picked dares not have a girlfriend! He can’t be using my money to take care of some stupid little girl. I’m not sharing him at all. If he wants to sleep with a younger girl, he should do that after I have disposed of him! I just can’t risk any infections.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I take my men for a STD or HIV test before we dig. If he’s to service me, he must be clean. Anytime I catch him with another girl, I’ll make sure I accuse him of fraud and let him at least spend a month in jail to teach him a lesson not to mess with me next time.”

I swallowed hard as I thought of Steve. He had been sleeping with different girls before he slept with me and he had never used protection on me. It caused fear in me and I dreaded if I had already contracted a disease from him.

“Amarachi…” Patricia began mischievously. “That Akpan guy can suck o…”

“Ehn-ehn, and so?” Amarachi gave her a disgruntled look.

“You know that being given head is my weak point na, can you just lend him to me once in a week, please na, for the sake of our friendship.” Patricia said.

“Something is wrong with you.” Amarachi stated. “Do I borrow your own man? If you know that Sani can not service you anymore, go for someone else. As for that Akpan, I’m not sharing him, not even with his wife because I’ve already forbidden him from sleeping with her.”

“You are too selfish!” Patricia said and we all laughed.

That day I went back home feeling horny but when I checked Steve’s apartment, he was not home. I tried calling him on the phone but his number was not reachable, so I decided to wait till when he returned. One hour had already passed when I heard a knock on my door. Eagerly, I got off the couch and rushed to my door to open it but my smile waned when I realized that it was not Steve like I had expected, instead it was my younger sister and a guy I’ve never seen before.

“Janet, what are you doing here?” I asked. “When did you enter Ibadan?”

She smiled shyly and said, “Sis, at least let us enter first.”

I stepped aside and watched them walk into my living room. I finally closed the door and joined them.

“I came to see Ben.” She smiled and held the guy’s arm, leaning her head against his shoulder.

“Good afternoon, ma.” Ben greeted me.

“Please discard the ma thing, I’m still very young.” I said and introduced myself. “You can call me Winifred.”

He shook my hand and said, “Ben.” His hands were so smooth that I already imagined them grabbing my breasts. His teeth was white and he had bushy brows. I stared at him still holding his hand while I imagined things in my head.

Finally, I realised that I was holding on too long and I finally let his hand go. “Does Dad know that you are here?” I gave my sister a suspicious look. She was supposed to be in school, Ahmadu Bello University (ABU) and I wondered why she had come all the way to Ibadan and even without informing me.

“Sis, Ben is my new boyfriend.” She told me.

I frowned in confusion. “What happened to Dele?” I asked.

“Sis, forget about that one, we are no longer together. Ben and I met on Facebook and when I realized that he also resides in the same city as you do, I decided to come down and see him. I’ll be here for two weeks before I return to school… And before you ask, we are on break in school, so don’t start quizzing me.”

“Better.” I said, putting my hands on my hips and glancing at Ben every now and then and I don’t know if I also caught him secretly checking me out too.

“Well,” my sister continued. “I came to show Ben your place so that he can visit me here whenever he wants until I go back to school.”

“No problem, as long as you will be on your best behaviour.” I said. “Sit down.” I gestured to the couch and moved to the kitchen to grab our visitor a drink.

When I returned, my phone was vibrating on the coffee table and I smiled when i noticed that it was Steve. I received the call and he said the words: “I’m around babe. Bring that ass over here!”

I ended the call and told my sister that I wanted to quickly buy something outside the estate and she gave me a look from foot to head and asked, “Dressed like that?!”

I was wearing a bum short and a camisole. I looked at myself and said, “So, what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Sister, you are married o.” She reminded me.

“And so? So because of marriage, I should dress like a granny? See, entertain your visitor, I won’t be gone for long.” I said dismissively and went out. As I snuck into Steve’s apartment, he grabbed me at the door and took me to the bathroom immediately.

Lonely Wives Episode 8

After having a hot round of sex in the shower, we decided to cool off in the bathtub with a bottle of wine and some chips. When Steve pulled out a stick of cigarette, lit it and dragged on it, I stared at him in surprise.

“You smoke?”

Smoke sifted through his lips and escaped his nostrils. “Yes, why?”

“I never knew you smoke.” I said, frowning as the smoke came towards me. I had a sort of dislike for smokers and I tag them to be louts and street bums.

“You care for a stick?” He asked, stretching the pack towards me and I gently pushed his hand away and said, “No, I’ll pass.”

He shrugged and kept the pack aside. After a short silence, he asked, “What’s the craziest thing you have done sexually?”

I stared at him then answered. “Besides my husband, you are the only one that has seen and devoured my body.”

“I see…” He said through the haze of smoke. “What’s your say on anal sex?” He asked.

“Anal sex?” I was confused. “What’s that?”

“It’s when I go in the back hole, get what I mean?”

My eyes widened. “Hell no!”

He remained calm. “So you mean that you are not going to give it a try? It’s fun, you know? And most girls have experienced orgasm through that.”

“There’s no way on Earth I’m going to do such a disgusting thing. That sacred spot is only meant for exit not entry.”

“Well, I want to try it.” He stated as he blew more smoke into the air.

“And I’m telling you that I will not do such a thing.” I stated resolutely.

“Right…” He simply reached for his smart phone and began to tap on the screen.

I gave him a puzzled look then asked, “What are you doing?”

He refused to answer but only placed the phone against his ear. He waited for some seconds before he spoke, “Hannah, xup?” Whoever it was answered then he asked, “Are you free?” A short pause again. “Bring that ass over here in ten minutes.” He said then ended the call.

Bring that ass over here? I thought I was the only one he said that to. Fuming, I asked, “Did you just call a girl in my presence?” I was burning with jealousy.

“Yes…” He indifferently answered. “If you won’t give me your shithole to screw, there are many girls who would jump at the opportunity to spend some time with me.” He said cockily.

“Do you realize that I’m a married woman and what you are asking of me is outrageous?!”

“If you are happily married, then what the fuck are you doing in my bathtub?!” He asked icily and I was stunned at his tone and words.

“I thought you were in love with me.” I mused. “You are not supposed to be seeing anyone else but me.”

“In love?” He scoffed. “Why the hell should I be in love with a married woman? What am I supposed to to do when your husband gets back, pretend that I don’t know you and die silently while I hear him fuck you? Babe, get your head out of the clouds, what we have shouldn’t be defined as love, this is just a fling and for the record, you should when be happy that I am watering your flower on your husband’s behalf. I’m a generous giver but that should make you know your bounds and the earlier you accept that there will always be other girls, the better for you.”

“So you are just using me?!” I asked, already feeling a pain in my chest. “All you have just been doing all this time is milking my honeypot dry?”
He ignored me and continued smoking and I grew furious. Immediately, I rose from the tub, grabbed my drink and tossed the content against his face, quenching the light of his cigarette. “You are nothing but a total asshole!” I spat and as I stepped out of the bath tub.

He simply laughed and said, “Close the door on your way out!”

That infuriated me even more and I grabbed a vase nearby and hurled it at him but it missed and shattered on the floor. “You are one crazy bitch, Winny!” He simply said while I grabbed my clothes, got into them and stalked out of his apartment.

I saw my sister and Ben watching TV and it was already 9p.m. Angrily, I asked, “What is he still doing here? Doesn’t he have a home to go to?”

Embarrassed, my sister gave me a pleading look. “Sis, please he’s just going to spend the night here. Hope you won’t mind.”

I stared at them for a moment and without saying anything, I stalked off to my bedroom, closed my door and cried against my pillow. How could Steve do this to me? Why? I had thought that he would stop going out with other girls now that we were together but I had only been fooling myself. All he wanted was my body and now that he had had it, he was tired of me?! How could he even ask me to do such a disgusting thing as anal sex?! What did he take me for, a whore?! And to think that I had already fallen for him.

I cried myself to sleep without eating. I was too heartbroken. Now that he has dumped me, who would satisfy my needs? Who will treat me as rough as Steve did? My husband had called me several times before I had dozed off but I had busied his calls. I was in no mood to talk to anyone. When I woke up the next morning, I was groggy. I check the time and realized that it was past eight. I quickly picked my phone and checked if there was any missed calls from Steve, that perhaps, he had realized his mistake and had called to apologize but when all I saw were my husband’s missed calls, I collapsed on the bed with disappointment.

I reluctantly got off the bed, telling myself that he would probably come do it in person, after all, he lived next door. I went out to look for my sister in order to apologize for my behavior last night but I met the sitting room empty. Deciding to check her in the guest room, I found it empty too so I thought she must have woken up early and had seen her boyfriend off. I was about closing the door when I heard the sound of rushing water from the bathroom and I presumed that my sister was actually taking her bath. Walking into the room, I moved to the bathroom and drew the shower curtain aside as I called. “Jane!”

Ben who was washing his face under the sprinkling shower head spun around at the sound of my voice and we both stared at each other in shock. My eyes moved down his wet body to settle between his thighs and as if conscious of my stare, his dick began to react by slowly stretching and expanding at the same time till it was almost pointing at me. In embarrassment, he quickly clasped his hands over his dick and that was when I broke out of the spell and quickly returned my gaze to his face, swallowing hard.

“Good morning.” He said and from the tone of his voice I knew he was uncomfortable and totally embarrassed.

“Good morning.” I responded, trying to smile to lessen the awkwardness of the situation. “I’m sorry that I barged in on you like this, I actually thought it was my sister who was in the shower.”

“No problem.” He said and glanced away.

Courtesy demanded that I left a naked man who wasn’t my husband so he could bath in peace but I don’t know why, my feet refused to move. “Um, where’s Jane?” I asked.

“She went outside the estate to get a loaf of bread for breakfast.” He answered.

“Oh!” I scratched the back of my neck. Just seeing this wet man was turning me on and I just didn’t know how to go about it and besides, the last thing I wanted was my sister walking in on me to see that I was discussing with her naked boyfriend in the bathroom. “When are you guys leaving?” I asked.

“Probably by ten.” He answered.

“Okay, I see…” I nodded and my fingers began to twitch at my sides. I wanted to touch him so bad. I wanted to ask if I could join him in the bathroom but I didn’t know how he would react.

“Anything else?” He asked with tone which insinuated, ‘shouldn’t you get going already?’

I swallowed hard then gave a nervous smile as I shook my head and answered, “Eh…no…nothing more… You can continue.” I said as I glanced down at the enticing spot he was selfishly concealing from my view. Reluctantly, I turned and dragged my feet away from the bathroom, slowly walking and sometimes, pausing just in case he called me back but he simply pulled the curtain back.

Desperately, I rushed out of the house and went to Steve’s apartment. I needed to get laid and I needed it so bad. I knocked on his door four times before he opened it, it seemed as if he was just waking up. How could this bastard sleep so peacefully after what he did to me?!

“Yes?” He answered in a terse tone when he realized that it was me.

I tried to peep into his apartment. I suspected that he hadn’t spent the night alone. “Good morning to you too.” I stated in sarcasm.

“Winny, what do you want?” He asked me like he would ask a child bothering him.

“Can I come in?” I asked and took a step forward but he stopped me. “Come in and do what? I have a visitor.”

I glared at him. “So you really invited a girl over?”

“So? How does that affect you?”

“Steve, I’m the one you are actually speaking to like that?”

“Listen Winny, I have no time for this bullshit. I have to get ready for my CDS in a hour’s time. If you have no tangible reason for being here, please leave.” He stated in irritation.

Swallowing hard, I endured the insult and asked, “When is she leaving?”

“And how’s that your business?”

“Steve, I really want you this morning, please!” I pleaded.

He chuckled. “You will have to take that pussy somewhere else because I have had enough of it, if it’s not your anus, just forget it.”

“But Steve, be considerate na. I have not done this before and I heard how painful it is. In fact, one could contract a lot of diseases by indulging in it.”

“I don’t care about your excuses Winny. If you offer me what I want, then we can be cool again, but if you are still refusing to give it to me, please stick to your apartment.”

I rushed to kiss him as I begged but he suddenly seized me by the throat and shoved me backwards. I staggered back but quickly regained my stamina by leaning against the railings of his balcony, shocked.

“Don’t you ever try that again!” He warned with a finger pointed at me. “I don’t take likely to women trying to force themselves on me! Get the fuck out of my sight, you disgust me!” He stated and slammed the door shut and just then I realized how serious Steve was about the anal sex. If I didn’t give in, he was going to starve me of sex. Frustrated, I left his apartment for mine and saw my sister returning with a loaf of slize bread, tin milk, Milo, sugar and two tins of sardine in a plastic bag.

“Sis, good morning.” She greeted.

“Good morning.” I answered. “You shouldn’t have gone to buy all these things na, I have them all at home besides the bread.”

“Judging by your mood last night, I didn’t want to disturb you because it seemed you were in a very bad mood.” She explained.

“Sorry about that.” I said as I tried to compose myself in her presence but she noticed anyway.

“Sis, are you okay?” She asked me in concern.

“Yes…” I forced a smile then suddenly blurted. “Did you and Ben have sex last night?”

She drew her shoulders back, giving me a surprised look. “Sis, what kind of question is that?”

“Just answer. I’m only looking out for you. You once told me that I was a role model and that you’d also like to get married to your husband a virgin too.”

“Sis, I know what I said.” She answered. “Sex was the reason Dele and I broke up in the first place. He said he couldn’t endure being in a relationship without sex anymore. Ben on the other hand is a gentleman. He has agreed to wait till we get married…” Then she blushed as she added. “Although we smooch some times to relieve the tension.”

“I see…” I said. “When are you guys leaving?”

“By ten this morning, why?”

“I’d want to send you to the market to help me get some food supplies while Ben stays back and help me fix the bulbs in my room, they all blew up last night, probably because of high voltage.” I lied.

“No problem, sis. Let me just prepare breakfast and eat first.” She said and walked into the house and I followed behind her.

Lonely Wives Episode 9

After breakfast, I gave my sister some money and asked her to go with my car and buy me some food stuffs. In fact, I made her buy a lot of unnecessary things that I didn’t really need and when she was gone, I was left all alone with Ben who immediately moved to the sitting room to watch WWE. I joined him and soon began to make comments on the match just to strike a conversation.

“Kane scares me, but not like the Undertaker does.” I said.

He looked at me and then to the TV. I sounded foolish because there was no Kane nor undertaker in the latest match. It was just Roman Reigns and some other guy that I wasn’t familiar with. When he didn’t say anything, I added, just to make him talk, “I heard that John Morrison came back. Mehn, that guy is hot.”

Yet this dude said nothing.

I watched for a while, already getting pissed with his silence, but I was not willing to give up too soon. “What do you think about John Cena and Randy Orton?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He simply said.

I frowned. Why was this guy so adamant. I sighed and decided to think of something that will get his attention. “So Ben, tell me, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a banker.” He answered.

“Oh! Nice job. What bank is that?”

He told me and I nodded and said, “I have a domiciliary account with you guys through which my husband sends me dollars.”

“Good.” He simply stated and focused on the TV again. I was desperate now and I just didn’t want this opportunity to pass before my sister returned. I was not one who would go for my sister’s man but desperate times calls for desperate measures. Then I recalled how Patricia said men would do just about anything for good money, so i decided to try my luck. “Sooo, what will you say if a lady decides to pay you $5000 just to have sex with her?”

That got his attention but I couldn’t phantom if it was interest or disgust. “Why would a woman pay any man such money just to sleep with her when any man will easily jump at it even without the money?”

“Well, only desperate women would do so, right?” I laughed nervously and after a short silence ensued, I asked, “You and Janet are not having sex, are you?”

“Isn’t that supposed to be our personal business?” He asked.

“I know but I’m only looking out for my little sister.” I answered.

“And did you guys plan this so you could interrogate me?”

“No, I deliberately sent her away so you could fuck me!” I blurted the truth before I could stop myself and Ben jolted to his feet in shock.

I rose too and began to stammer. “I’m sorry, th…at actually came out wrong but after I saw you in the bathroom today, I really want to fuck you!” I blurted again and then clenched my fists at my sides in regret.

“What sort of nonsense is this?” He asked. “Is this some test or what?

“No…” I approached him and placed my hand on his chest. “I give you my word that my sister is not aware of this. This will be our little secret. If you can just please do me once, I promise that I’ll never ask again.” I pleaded.

“Aren’t you married?” He asked me.

“Yes but my husband is thousands of miles out of my reach, what am I supposed to do till he returns, roll around on my bed and hug my pillow?”

“I’d rather you stay true to your marriage and let me stay true to my relationship.”

“But you guys aren’t even fucking! How boring and frustrating could that be?! My sister is making a big mistake a big mistake by insisting that you guys go platonic.” I said, then pulled closer till my lips were barely been inches from his. “Look, Ben, you are a very attractive guy and men have needs. Just let me meet your needs this once, Jane doesn’t have to know, I promised.” I reached out to kiss him but he stepped back.

“I’m so disappointed. Jane actually looks up to you and yet you would betray her? Your own sister?!” He sounded appalled.

“So what are you saying? That you aren’t going to do it?”

“No, I’m not.” He stated firmly.

“Am I not attractive enough?”

“I don’t care if you are or not! One, you are a married woman! Two, you are supposed to be my soon-to-be sister-in-law!”

“I see… So now you want to play the holy guy right?” I took three steps backward and held my red crop blouse and with a pull, I tore it and he gaped at me in shock.

“What are you doing?” He asked as I began to unbutton my bum short and tried to slack my panties.

“I’m going to scream right now that you are trying to rape me.” I said icily.

“What!” He began to panic now.

“Then let’s see if you will get to still date my sister that you are being so faithful to.” I threatened.

“Please, don’t do this…” He started to beg. “Not only will such allegation cost me your sister, it will also cost me my job, please I beg of you.”

“I don’t care! You either do what I want or I scream right now!” I yelled. He began to contemplate whether to agree or not but I didn’t let him as I hissed. “I don’t have all day, just do it.”

“Fine, fine… I’ll do what you want.”

I smirked. This was not me but I just didn’t know why I was behaving this way but right now, I didn’t really care. What mattered was getting laid. “Take off your clothes.” I ordered. He hesitantly obeyed and when he was done, I ordered him, “Come and take off mine.” He reluctantly obeyed and when he was done stripping me, I asked him to get on his knees and suck me.

Immediately his mouth came in contact with my clit, it felt so wonderful. I told him to pause then i sat down on the coffee table and placed my feet at the edges, spreading my thighs wide open and beckoning him to come continue. He sucked my clit, licked my slit and sucked my labias. I grabbed his head and pulled him closer, telling him to pinch my nipples. I wanted to imagine that it was actually Steve getting down at him. When he was done, I led him to the couch and laid on it then told him to grab my throat while he banged me hard. He was being so sluggish about it that I yelled at him to bang harder and deeper until he hits something deep inside. I told him to tighten his hold on my throat and he reluctantly did.

I reached orgasm and it was so incredible. I told him to sit then I straddled him and sunk down on his shaft and as I bounced on him, i told him to bite my nipples hard. Soon, I felt his dick twitching within me. I knew he was about to cum but I remained there and I felt him shoot his warm seeds within me. When he was done twitching in me and releasing his package, I got off him and walked away to have my bath.

When I returned to the sitting room, he was already dressed. I knew that he had tried the door in my absence but had discovered that it was locked. He was not smiling at all but I didn’t care because I was very satisfied. “The least you could do is smile… As if you didn’t enjoy it.” I teased.

With his face still hard, he asked. “Can I go now?”

I hesitated, “Yes…” I walked past him to unlock the door then hold it open for him and without a word, he walked out without looking back.

Thirty minutes later, my sister returned looking sullen. When I asked what was wrong, she simply told me that she had received an SMS from Ben and he had broken up with her for reasons best known to him. When she asked me what transpired between us while she was away or if I said anything bad to him, I lied to her that I was in my room all through and that I didn’t even know when he left. Immediately, she left to go see him but returned several hours later that he had barely spoken to her and had refused to divulge his reasons for breaking up with her. My sister was distraught but there was nothing I could do. It was Konji’s fault.

The next day, she woke up early and told me that she was going back to school. I gave her some cash and sent her on her way. That afternoon, I went to see my friends and told them how Steve had demanded anal sex from me and had broken up with me at my refusal and I also told them how I had pressured my sister’s boyfriend into having sex with me and threatened to accuse him of rape. They hailed me and called me names like: “Sharp girl! Correct babe! Slay mama!”

I begged Patricia to arrange a new guy for me and that I needed to teach Steve a lesson. My husband called me that afternoon, complaining on how much I have changed and how I have been refusing to take his calls and also refusing to reply his messages. I lied to him that I was sick and told him how much I have missed him and he told me that he would be coming back next month.

That night, I went clubbing with my friends and I met a young man at the bar whom I quickly dragged to the restroom for a quickie and one night stand. On our way home, Amarachi who was seated at the front with Patricia who was driving, began,

“Babe, you dey vex o. This one wey you just dey fuck anyhow, you no dey fear HIV?”

“Abeg, forget HIV. Na wetin person dey fear dey kill am.”

“Patricia laughed. “Na we train you, na you come be our boss. Babe, abeg take am easy o.”

“Did you even know the guy you had sex with in the toilet today?” Amarachi asked me.

“No, but it was good.” I said. “Besides, he had a condom.”

“But you can’t just go around sleeping with random men na, that’s not how this game is played, Winny.” Amarachi said.

“Please, you girls should leave me alone. Right now, all I need is good rest. I have had too much to drink.” I replied. Soon, I was dropped off at my place at 1: 47 a.m.

Amarachi’s POV

After we dropped Winifred off, as Patricia drove away we exchanged glances and suddenly burst into laughter. Patricia laughed so hard as she kept hitting her palm on the steering.

“Babe, what do you think?” I asked her.

“It means it worked.” Patricia answered. “I was almost beginning to doubt that native doctor but dear, from the look of things, the charm is working perfectly fine.”

“It means the job is done then. I will call up Steve tomorrow and pay him his balance. It’s high time he moved out of that apartment and stopped pretending to be a Corp member.”

“Yes. I knew that the guy was good at what he does. He has finished Winifred for us.” Patricia said.

“Yes na, what do you expect. He came highly recommended. Now all we have to do is to wait and watch Winifred destroy her marriage with her careless pussy. Virgin my foot!” I said and we laughed again and did a high-five as we drove into the night.

Lonely Wives Episode 10 (last Episode)

Amarachi’s POV

I was waiting four streets away from the street Winifred lived and my radio was playing Maroon 5’s Girl Like You. I was singing along when I heard the other door open and Steve slipped in next to me. I turned down the volume of the music and turned to smile at him. “Sharp guy!”

“Mama!” He hailed me.

“How far na?”

“I’ve done what you guys asked me to do, so now I need my balance.”

“I have it right here.” I patted my handbag that was in between us. “But first, tell me how you managed to pull this off.” I asked him.

“Well it was not easy at first because she’s the indoor type and I tried to get her attention as best as I could. It was a very slow process that I almost gave up, believing that she was not into me.”

“But how did you managed to use the charm?”

“I just had a lucky break that she left her clothes out overnight. I poured the charm on her panties then took her laundry to her the next morning.” He explained

“But the anal sex thing was not part of our deal, where did that come from?” I asked.

“It was just to get rid of her. I knew that she would refuse and I was already getting tired of her demanding sexual appetite. Whatever that was in that charm turned her into a dog.”

I smiled in satisfaction. “That’s the exact result, Patricia and I want, a dog!” I said.

Steve gave me a puzzled look now then asked, “If you don’t mind my asking, I thought you three were very good friends?”

“Yes, why?” I asked.

“Then why are you two trying to destroy her.”

“Dude, leave the matter alone, it’s a long story and besides, you won’t understand but there’s one more thing we would want you to help us do in order to finalize this deal.”

“What?” He asked and I beckoned him to come closer then I whispered it to him.

“What! Mama, that one is a big demand o.” He complained. “If you want me to go that far, you’ll have to add three hundred thousand naira to my pay.”

“Haba, why are you this greedy? As if you won’t enjoy it. Can’t you take two hundred?”

He reluctantly contemplated for a while then finally said, no problem. When do you want it done?”

“This month’s end. Her husband should be coming into the country on Sunday evening and we have to make sure that we give him a copy of the disk.” I explained.

“No problem… As long as he won’t come seeking my arrest.” He said.

“You don’t have to worry about it. With the kind of money you have made from this deal, you can go hide in Ghana until everything blows over.” I suggested. He nodded in agreement and I pulled out a brown envelope from my handbag and handed it to him. “When you are ready to carry out the second one, just give me a call and Patricia and I will be there in person to record it all.”

“Alright…” He checked the content of the envelope and smiled.

“Won’t you count it?” I asked.

He scoffed. “I trust you.”

“Good, so we want you to move out of that apartment latest that same day after the final deal takes place and we will handle the rest from there.” I said as I turned the key in the ignition and started the car.

“Okay.” He nodded, opened the door and got down then slipped the envelope into one of his back pockets of his jeans. As he walked away, I turned up the music again but it was Ed Sheeran’s “Give Me Love” that was playing now. Please with how everything was falling into place just as we had planned, I drove away.

Winifred’s POV

Two days later I realized that Steve had moved out of the apartment without as much as a goodbye to me. I was so hurt that I cried. This was a man who had redefined my sexual life and everything we had shared had meant nothing to him. I got over it in days but I was not normal. I was so sexually starved that I was almost tempted to lure Usman, the gateman into my apartment but I refrained from such because he talked too much and might probably just tell the whole estate.

I had no idea why I was acting this way but I blamed it all on Steve for leaving me high and dry. I soon began to masturbate but it was nothing compared to having a real man dig you good. As the days slowly went by I began to realized that I was ruining my life because of my hormones. I took the framed picture of my husband and I on our wedding day and realizing how much I had betrayed this man, I broke down. Slowly, I got on my knees and for the first time in months, I prayed and asked God for forgiveness as I cried. I knew it was too late but I was tired of letting my body control me, and much to my relief after the prayer, I felt that wanton part of me die and as the day progressed, I realized that I wasn’t thinking of sex anymore and that I could now focus on more important things.

As the days passed, I no longer had the urge for sex and I was surprised and happy. I felt so relaxed and I was at peace with myself once again. All of a sudden, I noticed that it was Steve who was trying to get my attention now as if the devil had sent him to test my faith and resolution to stop cheating on my husband. He would try to talk talk to me or unnecessarily come by to ask how I was doing and if I needed any company. He stated that he observed that I must be lonely and he was sorry for how he had broken us off but I politely declined his offer and dismissed him. He continued to bring in different girls almost every night and frustrated my sleep and I began to suspect that it was deliberate. Whenever I was sitting out in my balcony, he would come out shirtless and sit on a spot across from me so I could see him while he pretended to get busy with his phone and on several occasions, I realized that he was actually watching a porn clip and would increase the volume so that I heard.

I would see his erection grow in his shorts, twitching and calling my attention and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I would simply get up and go into my apartment. He would remain there for a while then go out to bring some random girl to spend the night with. I had made up my mind to tame my hormones and there was nothing in this life that would make me fall for him again because on the other hand, I was beginning to feel some remorse over cheating on my husband.

Simply because majority were doing it didn’t mean that I should continue with the crowd that I had unfortunately already joined but now it was time to pull out. I decided that I wouldn’t stoop so low anymore to bring such shame on myself and my family. It was better I stopped now that it was still early and besides, my husband was due to come back in just two weeks’ time, so why should I allow myself to be lured back into sin.

Steve grew desperate soon and continued at all cost to try to get my attention by unnecessarily coming to borrow things or return them very late in the night, and in as much as he wanted me to invite him into my apartment or try to tempt me by saying his usual words to me, I never fell for it. I knew I couldn’t take back the rubbish I had done by flirting and sleeping with him but I wasn’t ready to worsen my situation and jeopardize my marriage even more. I didn’t know how I would confess to my husband but I decided that I would simply beg him to let us relocate to another state.

Two weeks later, in the evening, I was sleeping in my room when I felt someone get on my bed. Opening my eyes, I saw Steve getting into my bed, naked except in his boxers. I was shocked and Immediately scrambled to my feet on the other side of the bed.

“How the hell did you get into my room?!” I asked, my heart beating fast.

“I helped myself in.” He stated. “I waited if you’d come out but when you didn’t, I decided to come and see if you were fine.”

“What do you want?!” I demanded. “Is this how you barge into people’s apartments without their consents?!”

He only smiled and said, “Relax, I won’t bite.” For the first time in weeks, I saw him in a new horrible way that I had never seen him before. He had this sinister smile on his face and it scared me. I no longer found him attractive and I couldn’t believe that I had actually let this scumbag treat me like a whore.

“Get out!” I pointed to the door. “Get out now!” I ordered.

“In as much as you’ll like to deny it, I know you miss us. Just be a good girl and give it to me the way I like it.” He leered

“I’d rather die than let you touch me again! Whatever we once had between us is over and will never happen again, so get out now!” I hissed and I saw his eyes darken with anger then suddenly, he lunged for me and before I could dash out the door, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled and we tumbled back and fell on the bed. Immediately, he straddled me and tried to pin my hands on the bed above my head. I fought, struggled and screamed but no matter how hard I scratched, he just wouldn’t let go.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?!” He stated. “You can’t just start something and not finish it! I want that ass and I’m going to get it!” He hissed.

“I’m married!” I yelled.

“You should have thought of that before coming to seduce me and letting me bang the hell out of you like the whore you are!” I spat on his face and in anger, he slapped me hard on the face.

I screamed but that didn’t stop him from trying to get what he had come for. I was stunned by the slap and I couldn’t believe that all these was actually going on and no one would come to my rescue and prevent Steve from raping me. I turned my head and bit his forearm but he only grimaced in pain and suddenly caught my throat and gave it a hard squeeze till I was coughing and couldn’t breathe freely.

Just then, I heard the sitting room door open and Amarachi’s voice called my name. I was almost glad that finally help had come and thinking that Steve would jump off me at the sound of my friend’s voice, he continued trying to get his way. Soon Amarachi and Patricia appeared in the room and I screamed at them to help me but I was shocked when Patricia said, “I can’t believe that he hasn’t started yet! She’s still struggling?” She sounded surprised and annoyed.

“Steve, couldn’t you have just seduce her instead of this nonsense? Is this what we have been paying you for?!” Patricia sounded angry and when I glanced at them, I realised that Amarachi had a video camera and was recording everything that was going on.

“Are you not a man?!” Patricia taunted. “Knock her out! Spread her legs and dig this thing so that we can get out of here, I have got more important things to do!”

That was when I finally realized that my friends had set me up and Steve was no Corp member like I had thought. It was only a disguise and my friend had planted him in the next apartment to lure me into defiling my marriage like they had done theirs. They were recording everything so that they could blackmail me whenever they wanted and perhaps ruin my life.

“Miss Virgin…” Amarachi hissed. “You thought that you were better than us, right? We are the ones that do not know how to control how we open our legs, uh?!”

“Don’t mind the idiot! Always full of herself and yet she is no different from us!” Patricia said venomous. “You think your marriage will be better than ours, all because you got married to your husband, a virgin? Let’s see how that works out for you after we send this video to your husband in Canada. Steve, you are wasting time! If you need rope to tie her down, I have some in my booth!” Then she said to Amarachi, “Amarachi, I thought you said this guy was a professional, what is all this nonsense?!”

“Yes, he came highly recommended. Let’s just exercise a little patience, at least he has torn her blouse, so zoom in on that part. If he could seduce and screw her the first time, we should believe that he will do better this time.” Amarachi answered.

“Zoom on what?! After all the money we spent on him to frustrate and tempt her by sleeping with several girls and even planting a charm in her undies, he can’t even lure her into his bed a second time, instead he resorted to rape! He could have just simply drugged her and save himself and us the stress.” Patricia said in distaste.

“Steve! Open those legs na!” Amarachi instructed. “Don’t let her kick you in your tender spot o! Grab her legs, my friend! Should I come and assist you?!”

I was shocked at their words. I was getting tired of struggling but I wasn’t ready to give these so-called friends of mine the satisfaction they wanted. I had no idea why they would betray me this way and I knew that even though I got through this and reported to the police after this incident, the case would just vanished because Amarachi and Patricia would simply buy their way out.

“Since that incident of you dating David and even having the guts to marry him despite the fact that you knew that I liked him first, I have never forgiven you, Winifred!” Patricia stated. “If you hadn’t brought your holy-holy self into the room that night while we were about to go down and started disturbing us with prayers, he wouldn’t have noticed you not to talk of even liking you. After denying me of my own man, you think you can be happy in a marriage with what was supposed to be mine, uh? Let’s see about that!”

“Are you the only one?” Amarachi stated. “Chief wouldn’t just stop talking about her. You have no idea just how the sound of her name irritates me! It’s Winifred this, Winifred that! He compares me to her every time and I hate it! He will never let me hear the end of how she’s not the demanding type, how she’s so beautiful without makeup, how she respects people, how she is always contented with her life. Honestly, if not for the fear of going to jail, I would have poisoned that foolish man a long time ago and doused acid on this I- too-know here!”

Steve was sweating. We were both sweating and his grip on me was beginning to get slippery. Luckily, I had a break and freed my arms then I suddenly pressed his eyes hard with my thumbs. He screamed in pain and when his hold slacked a little, I jammed my knee into his crotch and he yelped and rolled off me, grabbing his aching gonads and whimpering in severe pain. I sprang to my feet and just when I faced the women like a mad woman, they dashed out of my room to the sitting room and I followed but just then, I heard my name,

“Winny? Winny?” Someone was shaking my shoulder.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that it was my husband. Slowly I propped on my elbows and muttered, “What?”

“I’m going to work.” He said as he knotted his tie in front of the mirror. Realizing that I had just had a nightmare, I took a deep sigh and collapsed on the bed again in great relief that my dream wasn’t real after all.

I didn’t think much of the dream until I joined Patricia in the car later in the day because we were supposed to go to a wedding. We began to chitchat at the back when the driver chipped in a remark as he drove and Patricia simply laughed and said, “You are such a naughty boy, Sani.”

Right there, I told the driver to stop the car. Patricia was surprised and asked if something was wrong and all I could say was, “I’m not feeling too well, I just want to go back home. You and Amarachi can go to the wedding without me, goodnight.”

I got down, hailed a cab and went home and that was the last time I ever spoke to them again. Two months later, my husband was transferred to Canada and when he told me that the company had also made preparations for me to go with him, I was so excited that he was baffled at my reaction. I was glad that I had had that dream and I had avoided being a victim of my callous friends and their blackmail.

Note: Most women whose husbands are unable to give them the attention and care they need, end up indulging in extra-marital affairs. They buy the attention of younger men with the money provided by their husbands and most of these men are pressured into meeting their sexual needs by neglecting their girlfriends, fiancees and wives in order to please these lonely wives. Beware of friends who will push you into horrible situations all because they are also doing it. Most times, they don’t mean well at all for you and are only trying to destroy the happiness you have that they lack. Thank you.

THE END

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I'm simply known as Sosa. A well known programmer and founder of the defunct Lectures Portal, Simplicity is my nature.

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