A Strange Love


Kweensheba


(C) 2023

Cover picture: courtesy Pixel


After losing his wife during child birth, Mike never remained the same. It took him time to get over it and to fall in love again. His action was a misfit as the strange love he had was what the conservative society disapproves.

Caution: This story contains graphic sexual details.




Chapter One

I was a workaholic. At twenty-six, I threw myself into work and barely had time for social activities. Some of my friends were starting serious relationship, but I wasn't ready. I taught at a modest private secondary school as English language and Literature teacher. With what I saved, I started a coaching center. Again, I stepped up the ladder by starting a junior secondary school in a rented apartment. It was a very competitive market but I was ready to brave the odds.

I met Deola when I was thirty. She was twenty-six and I felt she had what I desired in a woman as a life partner. We started courtship and two years later got married. With Deola, I discovered what true love. She was not only loving, she was also supportive. Our sexual life was also vibrant and great. In no time, she got pregnant. I was excited and looked forward to becoming a father. Within me, I promised to be a perfect husband and a wonderful father. On the day of delivery, I took her to a good private hospital around where we lived at Ota.

We had bought many things that the baby would need and I earnestly looked forward to being a father. It was with utmost shock when the doctor said she died right in the delivery room. Not only that, the baby too was still born. It was as if the end of the world had come for me. I was in shock and great sadness.

I withdrew to my shell. If not for my school and passion of teaching, I could suffered more. It was my passion for work that kept me going. I rededicated my service to the work and moved on. It was now about two years since Deola had passed away. I had to chart a new life, didn't I? Strangely, I was yet to find any lady good enough to replace her. Worse still, I was not in a hurry to do so.
My beautiful sister-in-law, Tinu, was twenty-four and from what I could see, was engaged. She called me one evening as I realaxed in the sitting room of my two-bedroom apartment. Tinu was the only sibling that Deola had. Deola had explained that the reason for the gap of many years between herself and her sister was the long delay in conception their mother experienced. Despite the age gap, I could see a good bond between them when Deola was alive.

"Hello, Uncle Mike," Tinu began. She has always refrerred to me as 'Uncle Mike's. "So, how are we preparing for your fortieth birthday?"

I grunted. It was true that in some days' time, I would clock thirty-five. I was pleasantly surprised that Tinu would even remember that!

“Nothing” I told her as I grinned to myself.

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“Nothing” I told her as I grinned to myself.

“You’re turning thirty-five and you are not celebrating?” she asked with a surprise tone.

"I don't really feel like doing anything. It's going to be weekend and I would probably spend the weekend in the house," I informed her.

She replied: “We can decide to go out and at least have dinner.”
I chuckled at her suggestion. I really liked Tinu. She was always behaving so nice to me in different ways, but the thought of dinner with her was not the way I thought would be the best to spend my birthday.

"I must thank you, but ..." I was saying.

"You cannot keep shutting yourself to the world," Tinu went on. "I will come and see you tomorrow evening. See you."

With that, she cut the line. I only grinned and shrugged. As fate would have it, my former in-laws' house was at Sango which was not very far from where I lived at Ota. Again, Tinu lived her betrothed not far from their family house. So, it was not difficult for Tinu to come around.

The following day was Thursday. I was watching TV in the night when the doorbell rang, and there stood Tinu when I opened the door. We hugged briefly as she entered. There were certain striking things between Deola and Tinu. They were both beautiful and lively to be with. They also dressed with a touch of class.

Tinu, like my wife Deola, was simply stunning. She was always the lady that always dressed impeccably. We entered the sitting-room and sat down, Tinu sat on the large leather section and I sat in my favorite seat that directly faced the television set. When she was alive, Deola had decorated our home from sitting-room to the kitchen and it was simply impressive.

"Aren't you lonely?" Tinu asked.

I shrugged and grinned. "Let's just say I manage to get by."

We started chatting. Soon, she broached going out to dinner for my birthday. After appearing to think over it, I said it was not a bad idea although I would prefer to mark it privately.

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After appearing to think over it, I said it was not a bad idea although I would prefer to mark it privately.

Now, I could not help but notice how short Tinu’s skirt was. She had pulled it down as far as she could, but it was still mid thigh. We started talking and lost track of time. The conversation turned from my birthday to the problem she said she had with her fiance, Jimi. She confided that she really thought he was having an affair, but had no proof. I told her every relationship had its ups and downs.

“How did you and Sister Deola do it?"She asked. "You two always appeared to be so much in love?”

“ I think it was goodness on one hand. I also think it was about two people who really got it right. We never really worked at it. It came natural."

I could see Tinu's eyes water a little as a result of the reference to her sister.

To get off the subject, I offered her a glass of wine. Both Deola and Tinu were modest drinkers. Personally I never could really taste the difference in the wines, so I always let Deola choose. Tinu went to the kitchen and came back with a pink wine she said she was fond of. I took the bottle went to the shelf to open it and get two glasses. I returned to the living-room and handed Tinu her glass and took my seat.

After taking a sip of the wine, I could not help but notice that Tinu had slightly parted her thighs giving me a few of her silky smooth upper thighs. As we talked, I found it increasingly difficult to carry a conversation, with the view I was getting.

I was not sure but I sensed that several times she caught my eyes wandering. “Can I get another glass of wine?” she asked.

“Sure” I replied, “ Let me get it for you”. I went to the kitchen and returned with a fresh glass for her. As I sat down again, I immediately noticed she had parted her legs even further. I could now see her lacy white panties between her thighs.

Ever since Deola had died, my entire sex life consisted of masturbating alone. It became so monotonous, that I might have been only indulging once a month for the past many months or so. But suddenly with this new visual stimulation, I could feel my penis swelling with absolutely no physical contact. I was trying really hard not be obvious, looking her in the eyes as we spoke. Only when she would look away, would my eyes dart down to her legs.

We talked for a few minutes more, then she said she had to be going. I thanked her for stopping by and as I leaned in to kiss her cheek, she turned her lips to mine and gave me a soft, very moist quick kiss on the lips, followed by a hug.

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I thanked her for stopping by and as I leaned in to kiss her cheek, she turned her lips to mine and gave me a soft, very moist quick kiss on the lips, followed by a hug.


As soon as she was out of sight, I sat back down in the seat and tried to watch TV, but my mind kept wandering to those white lacy panties and that soft warm kiss. I decided that it was time for a shower and head to bed, this was getting me no where.

Later in bed, I simply could not sleep. All I could think of was Tinu. Was she really giving me the green light or was I imagining things? Was it just that I have been very lonely for too long of a time. Whatever the case, I soon found my hand around my cock, slowly pumping it up and down. In no time, my cock was throbbing and I could feel my orgasm coming. I closed my eyes, thought of Tinu, and exploded into the best orgasm I had experienced in quite some time. I can honestly say, I fell asleep that night and slept like a baby.

The next day, I was at the office in the school, when I got a call from Tinu.

“How about dinner tonight?” she asked. Though, I did not fancy spending quality time with Jimi, I accepted.

“About 8 p.m, "she said. “ We will pick you up, "

From her use of 'we' it was confirmed that Jimi would be attending. I worked through the day and soon was headed home to get ready. They arrived right on time and we headed out to a really nice first grade restaurant not far away.

Jimi was trying to be charming. However, he talked too much and I just simply could not see what Tinu ever saw in him apart from the fact that he was comfortable. As always, I held my tongue and talked sparingly. The dinner was fantastic. When he ordered for beer, I did notice that Jimi was really drinking a bit more than usual. While waiting for desert, Jimi got up and excused himself to go to the restroom.

Tinu quickly apologized for his behavior.

“Its not your fault Tinu” I replied. “You simply have to stop excusing him for behaving this way.”

She nodded in agreement. Not long after, Jimi returned to the table. We finished the desert, while Jimi took more drinks. When we got up to leave, I just knew he was not in the position to drive home.

As to not get Tinu into an argument with him, I stepped up and said: “Jimi, let me drive home, you can relax."

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As to not get Tinu into an argument with him, I stepped up and said: “Jimi, me drive home, you can relax."

Jimi gave me one of his mischievous looks and replied, “I am not even close to being ready to go home. Let's head to a club.”

As someone who did not indulge in drinking, I declined. We rode back in silence, I could tell Jimi looked pissed. I felt bad for Tinu because I knew she was going to bear the brunt of it. As we pulled into my area, I thanked them and got out of the car.
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It was already getting late, I decided to head straight to bed. In no time, I slept off. I was probably asleep for a couple of hours when my cell phone rang. I reached over, it, still feeling half asleep. I looked at the phone and saw it was Tinu calling.

“Uncle Mike,” she said.

“Yes, how's it?”

“I don’t know”, she replied, “I just can’t sleep, "

"What happened?"

She said after Jimi had dropped her off at their home, he left to go out again and had not returned. Now, she had tried to call him but he could not be reached.

I looked at the clock. It was 1:44 in the morning.

“Well, there's nothing to worry about," I put in kindly. "All will be well. Go to bed and worry over nothing."

She seemed rest assured, thanked me and said good night.

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“Well, there's nothing to worry about," I put in kindly. "All will be well. Go to bed and worry over nothing."

She seemed rest assured, thanked me and said good night.


* * *


When day broke, I got myself busy. The day flew by and I got a lot accomplished. That evening I went to a good restaurant, got a lot of take out and went back home. I took a quick shower, then sat down to eat and watch TV. About five minutes later my phone rang and once again it was Tinu on the line.

I actually debated on whether to answer the phone or not. I really was not up to being the considerate listener tonight. But after two more rings, I decided to pick up.

“Hello, Tinu, what’s up?”

“Would you like to go out and have something to eat?”

I told her I had just got back from a restaurant and had a lot of food in the house. Before I could say anything else, she quickly put in: “Oh, then I will join you, "

I couldn’t say anything else. “Sure, no problem. You are welcome."

“I’ll be right over," Tinu said.

About thirty-five-five minutes later, the doorbell rang and it was Tinu. As she passed me in the open door, I immediately smelled a fresh, powdery fragrance, with a slight hint of perfume. I figured she was just out of the shower. She had on jeans and a “T” shirt, something which I have rarely seen her wear.

I got her a small tray and set her up on the end of the sofa with a plate. We watched TV ate and chatted for a good while. The program went off at 8 p.m., and there wasn’t much else coming on.

“How about some wine?” Tinu asked.

I told her the bottle we had opened earlier in the week was in the fridge in the kitchen.

“Great”, she replied, ambled to the kitchen and was back with two glasses in no time. We talked for a while about her job, family and whatever else I could think of to keep the conversation off Jimi. Then, right out of the blue, she blurted out: “Uncle Mike, can I ask you a really personal question?"

I thought for a second, then hesitantly said: “Well, why not? You're free to ask.”

She took a deep breath, looked a bit fidgety, then asked, “Have you ever had sex since my sister died?”

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She took a deep breath, looked a bit fidgety, then asked, “Have you ever had sex since my sister died?”



I was thrown off balance. Now, that was the last question I anticipated. “Well, no. Not yet, "



She seemed kind of surprised. “You mean its been almost two years since you had sex?”



I answered her in the affirmative and I thought to myself, I hope this conversation is not going the way I thought it would go.



Before the thought could leave my head, she came back with: “Do you masturbate a lot?”



I must have looked really embarrassed because she quickly added, “Oh it's ok, I know all men do and most women do too, "She continued. "If I didn’t get myself off regularly, I would never cum, "



Now, this was very personal. How could she say this? That meant Jimi would last only long enough to get himself off, while she would be left high and dry.



It was a moment of revelation. Unabashedly, Tinu told me that many nights after sex, Jimi would roll over and fall asleep. She would bring herself to two or three orgasms. I think she could tell I was not the forward type and if this was going to go anywhere, she was going to have to take it there.



. “Uncle, my sister and I used to talk a lot about sex and she always told me what a kind, considerate lover you were, "She added, “In fact, Deola told me that many times even though you were tired you would go down on her and make her cum, asking nothing in return.”



Now, I was shocked. Even though Tinu was very right and I knew only Deola could have relayed that information to her, I shrugged my shoulders and stammered, “ I think she said the truth, "



Then Tinu added, “Did you like what you saw the other day?”



I tried to plead ignorance, “What are you talking about?” I knew the quivering in my voice gave me away, but I still feigned it.



"Oh come on Uncle," Tinu replied, “ I saw you looking up my skirt, "



Gosh! This situation was growing more uncomfortable by the moment. While I was extremely embarrassed, I was equally aroused or so it seemed.



“Its ok”, Tinu added, “ In fact, it turned me on to see a man like you paying me such attention.”



Now I knew she was exaggerating. Tinu was beautiful and I could imagine that guys would be attracted to her all the time.



“I doubt that you are suffering from lack of attention, Tinu,” I added.



She chuckled. “Oh I get attention” she said, “But not from decent guys, just from guys who want a quick piece of the action. But, I can get that from Jimi anytime I want, "





I noticed that she was beginning to squirm a bit and had crossed her thighs very tightly. I think she was as uncomfortable as I was, at least I hoped she was. This just was not the kind of conversation I have had with any other woman than my wife. In fact, I had only been so personal with one woman my entire life and that was Deola.





Once again, Tinu spilled a bit of information that could only have come from Deola. “ I know watching a woman making herself cum is big on your list of turn-ons.”



I grinned and told her I really couldn’t believe that Deola had shared so much of our personal life with her. She smiled this almost mischievous grin and told me “Oh, I know a lot more than that.

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She smiled this almost mischievous grin and told me “Oh, I know a lot more than that.”



Without much hesitation she quickly said: “Would you like to see a woman cum again?”



My head was spinning trying to process all this new information that was being thrown at me. The wine! It must be the wine. It must be having a big effect on me and my guest.



Both of my inner and outside heads were thinking at the same time, and the large one was having a hard time keeping up with the outerl one.



“Tinu," I replied, “You’re my wife’s sister, you’re already engaged and we are actually still family."



She looked at me with a disappointed face and replied, “You don’t find me attractive, Mike?”



I was shocked. She was becoming very daring. The 'uncle' title had gone and she was very brash. I tried to remain cool and to smile reassuringly.



My facial expression must have answered the question about whether she was attractive or not because she quickly followed up with, “Then, what’s the problem?”



I thought fast for any answer I could find. “Tinu, I just think it would make things real uncomfortable for us, now and in the future, "She looked at me with those soft eyes and said, “I’m not asking you to bang me. We both get ourselves off anyway. What’s wrong with doing it together?”



I thought about this for a second, then before I could respond she added: “How about I start and if you feel like joining in you can, if you start to feel uncomfortable, you tell me to stop, "Once again I thought about it, taking probably longer than she would like, then replied “ Ok, but I still think this is a bad idea, "



Tinu took another long drink of wine from her glass, then leaned back on the sofa. Her eyes were glued to mine, but her hands were visibly gearing to move into action. Before I could ask her if she was sure this is what she wanted, she reached down to her jeans and unbuttoned them. Without taking her eyes off mine, she slowly slid the zipper down all the way and open them up. I could see the top of black lace panties peeking out above the jeans.



She slid one hand inside her jeans and I could tell exactly when they touched her pussy. Her head jerked back, just a bit from the electricity of the touch. By now, my cock was already harder then it had been in years, begging to be released. But I just was not sure yet, what to do. Tinu then lifted her hips from the sofa and with a gentle tug, pulled her jeans down her legs. It was as if someone had knocked the wind out of me. I was having a hard time breathing and I know I was trembling. There sat this beautiful young woman in a pair of sexy black lace panties slowly rubbing herself through the thin, sheer fabric.



“Does, this excite you Mike?”



I nodded without hesitation.



“Then why don’t you do something about it?” she asked.



I shrugged and mumbled something incoherently.



“Well then, maybe you need a little more visual stimulation”, she added. With that she reached down and slowly pulled her panties down to meet her jeans. She leaned back and opened her legs to show me the best sight I had seen in many long years.



Her pussy had small lips that were puffy and a deep pink in color. Even from where I was sitting, I could see the dampness between them. She extended one finger from her right hand, placed it on her swollen clit and began to move in small but quick circles. Her breathing was becoming shallow and I could see her face getting a bit flushed.



A few more seconds passed and she asked me in a soft, deep voice, “If you’re going to cum with me, you better get started, because I am not going to last long the first time, "The first time, I thought?

Very unsure of myself, I moved my hand down to my jeans. At that point she gave me a smile. Not just any smile. One that told me this would be alright. I open my trousers then with one motion, pulled them down along with my boxers. My cock was rock hard and standing at attention.

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My cock was rock hard and standing at attention.



“Oh, Mike, show me how you stroke your cock, "Tinu moaned.



I wrapped my hand around my cock firmly and started slowly moving up and down. Her eyes were glued to my cock and mine to her pussy. I think she could tell by the quickening of my strokes I was perhaps rushing. “Not too fast” she said, “Enjoy it, slow it down, let me cum once, then we will cum together again, "



I nodded ok, then slowed down a bit and watched Tinu. Her finger speed increased and she started to arch her back a bit. Even though its been a while, I knew she was close. I asked her to look at me. She tilted her head down a bit and look me dead in the eyes.



“Cum for me, Tinu, cum on that pretty hand of yours, "It was like I flipped a switch to turn the light on. “Oh my fucking goodness” she screamed. “I’m fucking cumminggggggg.’



She bucked and twisted on her hand for what seemed like a minute before she came back down to earth.



“Oh goodness, Mike”, she moaned. That was the best cum I have had in years. “Although” she whispered, “I am a bit sorry about the language, "I shook my head and replied “ Its quite ok, Deola was always very vocal when she had an orgasm”.



“Can you cum again?" I asked innocently.



“Oh yes, probably a few more times”, she answered. This was new to me. While Deola had never been the one to have orgasm problems, she never came more than once in a session. “How about you?” Tinu replied, “You want to cum with me this time?”



I nodded again.



She placed the two fingers that had just been in her pussy in her mouth and sucked on them slowly. She then lowered them back between her legs and started rubbing her clit again. First slowly, but constantly increasing in speed, though not as urgent as before. By now my cock was throbbing, my balls swollen, ready to erupt.

“I want to see you cum up close," Tinu told me. “Come sit next to me over here.”

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“I want to see you cum up close," Tinu told me. “Come sit next to me over here.”

I got up and moved right next to her on the sofa. As I sat down, my thigh was touching her thigh and I could feel the heat her body was giving off. We watched each other for several minutes until it became apparent to her I was not going to last much longer. She leaned over to me and softly whispered: “ You want to switch hands?” By this time I was too far gone to even care anymore.



“Oh goodness yes “, I answered.

She took her right hand out of her pussy. I could see the juices rolling off her fingers. She wrapped it around my cock and began a slow, methodical motion. I moved my left hand down to her pussy. I slid my finger easily inside her. She was positively drenched. After a second of fumbling, I found her clit.



“Oh yes,“ she whispered, “Right there.”



I began the rapid circular motions that I know Deola liked, but I was really out of practice. After a few moment though, I seemed to get it right. Tinu started pumping my cock faster and moving her hips.



“Oh goodness, I’m close again, "She turned her head and looked at me and for once I took control. I leaned over and pressed my lips to her in a long deep kiss. Her tongue quickly found mine and in a few mere moments, she was cumming again.



“Bleep” she screamed, “Cum now!"



She was pounding my cock like a pro. All at once it hit me. Tinu arched her back once more and cried out softly, “Oh goodness its so fucking good.”



Before she barely finished those words, I felt my body spasm and my cock erupted shooting out wave after wave of hot cum. Tinu continued to stroke and squeeze my cock until it was completely dry.



She leaned up and once again kissed me long and deep. When our lips parted, she smiled and asked, “Do you think this could be a regular thing between us.”



Somehow I just could not see why not. It was an exhilarating experience and I certainly looked forward to more of it.

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Somehow I just could not see why not. It was an exhilarating experience and I certainly looked forward to more of it.





Chapter Two



It was already Wednesday and I had not heard a single word from Tinu since Friday night’s amazing encounter. I was beginning to think that she felt she had made a very big mistake. Even though that night was the most incredible experience for me since my wife Deola had passed away, it was not worth losing Tinu’s friendship over. Several times that day I had picked up the phone to call her but was overwhelmed by panic every time. I made a promise to myself that if she has not called me by Wednesday night, I would call her.



Sometimes, I would drive to where she and Jimi lived. They were already living together in a place not too far from her family house was. For some days, I slowed down passing in front of the house, hoping to see her outside or perhaps in the neighborhood. By Thursday morning I still had not heard from her or run into her anywhere. I decided that I would call her when I got home that evening. All that day work seem to drag on, my mid wandering on my problem. I decided to stop on the way home and get some takeout, take an early shower and stay in.



After getting out of the shower, I ate my dinner while watching TV, as I usually did. I kept staring at the cell phone trying to get up the nerve to call her. Finally at about nine o’clock that evening I called. The phone rang several times without a response.



Several hours passed and nothing. Now I knew something was wrong. Tinu never took this long to call back. I decided to leave one more message then leave it in her hands.



“Tinu, call me when you can. Take care.”

I went to bed about midnight but couldn’t sleep. This was my wife’s sister, my sister-in-law and a part of my family. What had I done? And more importantly, what if Tinu feels really bad about this and opens up to Jimi about it. I was not afraid of anything physical between Jimi and I, he was too timid around men, he only bullied women.

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Jimi and I, he was too timid around men, he only bullied women.



But I just knew he would love to tell the rest of the family what had happened. My in-laws were great people and this would devastate them. They both took Deola’s death really hard. She was their oldest child and her mother’s best friend. Although Tinu and her Mummy got along real well, she was closer to her Dad. Deola and her mother were two peas in a pod. They spoke at least twice a day on the phone. This was becoming a disaster.



I awoke the next morning and immediately grabbed my cell phone. No messages. This was the nightmare that I had feared. I got up, showered and prepared to run errands. Then finally, the phone rang and it was Tinu. I took a deep breathe and answered.



“Hello”, I managed to muster in my best nonchalant voice.



“Hello Mike, its Tinu, how are you?” That was her reply.



She began to tell me how busy at work she had been that week. She said that she had thought about calling a few times but never got up the nerve. I confided to her that I had did the same thing. Suddenly two people who used to always get along were now struggling to even hold a normal conversation.



“Look Tinu”, I told her, “I think we should have a talk when you have time. We can’t leave things like this between us. Can we meet up when you have some time.”



“Sure”, she replied, “I am working today. I am at the office alone on Saturdays. This would be a great place to talk with no interruption”.



“That will be great, Tinu. How about noon or so. I will stop and get lunch if that’s ok”.



“Good, I will see you about noon.”





I stopped and picked up lunch, then headed to Tinu’s office. She worked in a confectionery which was about thirty minutes away. As I drove, I was trying to think of what to say and how to say it. I arrived and was glad to see Tinu’s car in the parking lot. She would definitely be around.