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So far, it seems you take that pleasure, sir.

But time will tell.

She giggled again. "It does not matter if he's a lawyer or not. I want a nice guy. A guy who knows how to listen."

She giggled again. "It does not matter if he's a lawyer or not. I want a nice guy. A guy who knows how to listen."

She downed the rest of her drink. "One more?" she asked.

"Okay," I told her, taking her glass. "But that's it. You drink any more after that and you'll be smashed. I don't really want to explain to your mummy how you got smashed at my house."

"One more," she agreed. "And I promise I won't ask for more."

I gave her a fresh drink and, even though my own was still half full, I refreshed it as well. When I sat down on the couch I saw that Kate had turned towards me a little more, which served to open up the view of the hem of her shorts again.

It was even higher than it had been before, not quite high enough to get a peak at her panties, but up there. The crotch had also pulled tight, outlining the swelling of her mons and giving more than a hint of the split that lie just beneath.

I had to tear my eyes away from this sight to keep from springing an erection.

"Thank you," she said as she took her latest drink. "This really is good."

"I'm glad you like the wine," I said.

She took a thoughtful sip and smiled coyly.

"Did you know that I had a crush on you the moment I first saw you?" she asked.

That was daring of her. There was no doubt that the drinks were having effects.

"You did?" I asked. But I played dumb. "No, I didn't know that."

"It's true," she said whimsically. "Even after you went to work today, I had the fantasy that I was married to you, that you took me to my beautiful places, that you were picking me up from my place of work and drove me home."

She grinned and shook her head. "I know they were just silly little girl dreams."

She shrugged.

"I'm very flattered," I said. "Can I take it that you're over that now?"

She gave me a saucy look. "Maybe," she said.

Now it was my turn to flush. For the first time the inappropriateness of what was going on here tried to worm its way into my brain. I opened my mouth to tell her that maybe I should just stand up and pay her for the service she had rendered so she could go home. But before I could do that, she blindsided me.

"Did you ever feel that way about me?" she asked."

She downed the rest of her drink. "One more?" she asked.

"Okay," I told her, taking her glass. "But that's it. You drink any more after that and you'll be smashed. I don't really want to explain to your mummy how you got smashed at my house."

"One more," she agreed. "And I promise I won't ask for more."

I gave her a fresh drink and, even though my own was still half full, I refreshed it as well. When I sat down on the couch I saw that Kate had turned towards me a little more, which served to open up the view of the hem of her shorts again. It was even higher than it had been before, not quite high enough to get a peak at her panties, but up there.

The crotch had also pulled tight, outlining the swelling of her mons and giving more than a hint of the split that lie just beneath. I had to tear my eyes away from this sight to keep from springing an erection.

"Thank you," she said as she took her latest drink. "This really is good."

"I'm glad you like the wine," I said.

She took a thoughtful sip and smiled coyly.

"Did you know that I had a crush on you the moment I first saw you?" she asked.

That was daring of her. There was no doubt that the drinks were having effects.

"You did?" I asked. But I played dumb. "No, I didn't know that."

"It's true," she said whimsically. "Even after you went to work today, I had the fantasy that I was married to you, that you took me to my beautiful places, that you were picking me up from my place of work and drove me home."

She grinned and shook her head. "I know they were just silly little girl dreams."

She shrugged.

"I'm very flattered," I said. "Can I take it that you're over that now?"
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She gave me a saucy look. "Maybe," she said.

Now it was my turn to flush. For the first time the inappropriateness of what was going on here tried to worm its way into my brain. I opened my mouth to tell her that maybe I should just stand up and pay her for the service she had rendered so she could go home. But before I could do that, she blindsided me.

"Did you ever feel that way about me?" she asked.



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Things Madam Kofo Did



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Tola has friendly and wealthy parents-in-laws that he could rely upon. His wife, Bisola, due to certain circumstances, could not satisfy his sexual needs. Tola must get satisfaction somehow. His very choice is Momsie, his alluring mother-in-law.

Conversely, his father-in-law has a bizarre sexual desire too. Things turn awry. To crown it all, there is something sinister about what Madam Kofo does.




Note: The story has explicit sexual scenes.


The story is all fiction. Characters and events have no links with actual people or events.









Chapter One


Due to some complications, Bisola was bedridden for the last three months of her pregnancy and had to be watched carefully. The doctor had insisted that she must have the long bedrest. When the time came for the baby to be born the doctor checked her in early so they could try to control her delivery.

Now, a bit of our background. It was not my intention, but my wife persuaded me to live with her wealthy parents at their sprawling mansion at Ilupeju, Lagos. my father-in-law-in-law worked as a contractor, though he kept busy consulting and doing sundry things. My mother-in-law, who would henceforth be called Momsie (her actual name was Kofo, short of Kofoworola) was a nurse, but only part time. Her husband was wealthy, so she did not need to stress herself.

Generally, moving around to live in other places for a while wouldn't be a problem for them. In fact my father-in-law+in-law, who I shall henceforth refered to as Daddy had a friend of his that wanted him to consult on a development he was building in Abuja. So he could make it a business trip as well. They originally lived in Abuja, but had moved to Lagos shortly after I and their daughter got married.

They were both in their early fifties and looked like every one's ideal couple. Daddy was a little over weight with graying black hair and his wife was beautiful, tall and slim and had deep black hair with shades of gray which always looked stylish.

The cause of all that happened started when Bisola, my darling wife, first developed these pregnancy complications and had to be confined to our bedroom. Along with this came the orders of no sex for the duration. We had not had a very active sex life lately and not to brag, I have a very high sex drive and I needed to get some every day. We weren't getting along too well, fighting and bickering, but not willing to part so we thought having a baby might help in deepening the relationship.

Bisola and I started going together in high school and got married about a couple of years after university. While Bisola was a great looking girl with bright eyes and long, curly black hair that she wore in a stylish way down to the base of her back, she vertainly had some attributes you could not overlook.

She had huge, round tits and a soft round ass and killer legs all wrapped around a full figure that made her very sexy to me. When we first started going together the sex was great, but what I really fell in love with was just how sweet she was.

Then as time went on, things went a bit sour, so when she got pregnant we thought it might force us to work on our marriage. So being shut off like this was killing me and, not wanting to cheat on Bisola, I was left with old rosy palmer to reduce the tension. I had not beaten off this much since I was a kid and to be honest, it wasn't getting the job done. From the time I hit high school,

I never had a problem getting laid, mostly due to my good looks and personality. Besides, it was not that my equipment was inadequate. It was some inches longer and thicker than most, but girls just seemed to like me. And once they got to know me they wouldn't leave me alone. But now here I was, three months without any real sex and climbing the wall.





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Her eyes were wide as she looked at my thick hard lance, the engorged crown seeming to grow darker as it bobbed up and down with each beat of my racing heart.

"I’ve never seen anything this big." She muttered.as she stared at my hard erection, her eyes glued to my naked body.

"It gets this hard even when I merely look at you, Madam. Do you like it?"
I could see her face start to flush as she seemed fixated on my throbbing cylinder of flesh.

"I ... I ... yes, I like it," she quietly admitted.

She seemed immobile by the sight of my hard thick cock, and I knew I was going to have to guide her, which was absolutely fine with me. I took a step to the side and sat down on the big sofa. I pulled a big throw pillow from behind me and dropped it on the floor in front of me as I let my legs roll open to each side. She remained locked where she was standing, yet her eyes never left my upright prick, the enflamed crown now leaking a steady stream of pre-cum.

"Why don't you just kneel down here, and see how it feels in your hands?"

I was happy to see that she acquiescently followed my directions as she stepped over and sank to her knees, that gorgeous full body of hers between my spread legs, just where I'd always pictured it. She still seemed unsure of what to do next, so I spoke to her in that lulling suggestive voice again.

"Don't be afraid, just reach out and touch it."

I watched her eyes as her delicate hand reached forward. Her fingers reached the stiff shaft and I almost groaned as she traced her fingertips along over eight inches of thick cut cock. Once she'd trailed them up one side and then down the other, I felt her fingers curl around the full girth over the outer sheath. I heard her let out a little gasp as she did, a soft sigh of excitement at finding how big it felt in her tiny hand.

"It seems so hard ... and yet so soft at the same time," she almost whispered under her breath as she took a slow tentative stroke.
“Uh, that's perfect," I said with a groan as her hand slid along the pulsating length of my blood-engorged phallus. As she started to get into a smooth back and forth rhythm, perfect seemed to be an understatement for the way she was making me feel. I had dreamed about moments like this for years, and now here was my own madam, her hot hand stroking my thrusting cock.

I looked down at her chest, and felt another surge go through my stiff prick as I saw her huge boobs quivering beneath her tight t-shirt as her jacking hand continued to move back and forth.

"Oh my gosh, it's really leaking," she said with a lusty look in her eyes as we both watched a glistening liquid of pre-cum rise up from the glistening red eye and start to slide sluggishly down the underside of the protruding ventral ridge. My dripping cock gave me an idea to make this all that much better.

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It must be a push-up bra, going by the posture of the breasts. My heart started beating in excitement again.

"You must be hungry," she said. "Come to the dinning table."

"Thank you. That's very thoughtful of you." I followed her to the dinning table. She had made 'eba' and 'egusi' soup.

"I hope you eat this type of food."

I chuckled. "I'm yet to see a Nigerian who doesn't."

She sat by my side as I prepared to eat the meal.

"I'm sorry, but there's a question I want to ask you,' I said.

"What's that?"

"Where do you work, or what business do you do?"

"I'm self-employed. I'm into business," she answered.

I could have asked what kind of business, but I only said, "That's good."

I started to eat the food. It was quite delicious and I enjoyed every bit of it.

"You didn't mind taking an older woman for lover?"

Of course, I didn't mind. If I did, I would not be here. "No, I didn't mind."

"I'm forty-four. How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight." I mentally calculated the difference. Sixteen years! In my school days, I couldn't have imagined dating a much older woman, but things had changed.

"To me, age is nothing but number," she put in.

"I agree."

After the meal, we moved to sit in the sitting-room room section of the large room.

"If you handle me well," she said, "I promise to treat you well. You must be there for me and must not disappoint."

"I will give you the best."

She looked at me critically. "I know life is give and take. I'll be the one spending on you while you will give me the satisfaction that I want."

I nodded. "That's alright."

"Okay, there's no need to waste time further. One minute." She left the sitting-room for her bedroom. A minute later, she was back with a bundle of five hundred Naira notes. She dropped it on the centre table.

"This is for you and it's just the beginning. Let me make it clear right now that I like being finger-bleeped and pussy-sucked. Do we have a deal."

The finger job was okay, but the pussy sucking was not that pleasant to me. I had done it only on a couple of times, and I could not really say I enjoyed it.

I looked at the money she had dropped on the table. It was not a full bundle but it was more than half. That would still be some money.


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She looked at me all over again and nodded. ‘Are you aware that if you do not measure up, you will be fired immediately?’

From her tone, I could see that she was arrogant and imperious. ‘I understand, Madam.’

She seemed to study me all over. ‘Alright. What’s your name again?’

‘Benjamin Bada.’

‘Okay, Ben. You will follow the Human Resources Manager back to her office where she will issue you letter of employment and ID card. She will also give you the uniform you will be using. Your work starts here tomorrow morning by eight o’clock.’

‘Thank you, Madam.’

I followed the HRM back to her office and sat in the ante-office to her own. After several minutes, the letter of employment was issued.
‘You will get the uniform and the ID card tomorrow morning when you report to work,’ she said.

‘Okay, Madam. Thank you a lot.’

I collected the letter from her and quickly read it.

‘You will also have to bring your letter of acceptance tomorrow.’

‘Yes, Madam. Thank you, ma’am.’

I left the place a happy man. The offers were quite good, besides some perks which were stated that I would enjoy.

Everything turned out to be easy. On my way home, I thought of probably buying new shirts and trousers for my new job but decided against it. Since I would be wearing uniform, there was no need I rushed to buy new clothes.

From Obalende, I took BRT bus to Ikorodu. The traffic was hectic, as usual. After a long time, I finally got down at Irawo bus stop, Owode Ajegunle. I lived off Owulade street. My single room was small but neat and decent.

At twenty-seven, it was not too bad to live in such a place, I decided. By the time I earned better income and settled down to a marriage life, I had no doubt that I would live in a bigger and better place.

I removed my clothing to a short and singlet. I lay on the bed, staring at the television absentmindedly. I was dozing off when there was a soft knock on my door. Without waiting for an answer, the door turned and was opened.

‘Hello, dear.’ It was Cynthia, my girlfriend and future partner.



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She giggled. "Alright, I understand what you mean perfectly."

We talked of easy things as we sat there: her studies at the university, her plans to how she could secure a good, and stuff like that.

Gradually, as the drinks went into our stomachs, some awkwardness melted away. She seemed to very much relax now. Looking so cool and innocent, she gulped the rest of the drink in her glass down.

"Can I have another one?" she asked.

My own glass was empty by this moment and I could already feel the warmth in my empty stomach, the swimming in my head, as the triple shot coursed through my system. My better judgment, which was usually quite sound, had taken a hit as well since serving her another drink didn't seem like a bad idea at all.

I grinned at her. "Sure," I told her, standing up and grabbing both glasses. "Another round, coming up."

I began as I poured the drinks into the glasses. "There is one aspect you've not told me about. You've not told me about your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" She asked as if the question was out of place.

I nodded. I handed he glass to her.

"Well, let's just say I'm concentrating on my studies for now. I have no boyfriend."

That was hard to believe and I was certainly not going to believe that.

"Hmmm," I said thoughtfully, a slight gleam returning to my eyes, a gleam that seemed to be directed at her this time.

"That is very interesting. So, all you do is read and study over there?"

Without hesitation, she nodded. "And apart from that, I also think a lot of those guys are just loafers - bunch of unserious guys that it is better I do without." She smiled wryly. "Some guys are just a bunch of assholes. Sorry about my saying that."

"You're excused," I said. "And you're right. A lot of us guys could be assholes."

That would include me, I thought grimly.

A giggle came from her. "No, guys like you are different, from what I could see. In fact, you're very sweet. When I finally find the right guy, I think I will like him to be someone just like you."

"A lonely lawyer with two kids?"

She giggled again. "It does not matter if he's a lawyer or not. I want a nice guy."


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Again, it was only one of them that came in for the lesson.

"Julie is not feeling well," she announced.It was last week Wednesday that only one of them came for lesson. Was it every Wednesday that one of them must fall ill? I shrugged.

There shouldn't be any qualms. Jane sat down and the lesson started. She was attentive and a good learner for about an hour. In the second hour, she became erratic.

"The room is stuffy," she announced and unbuttoned her pink shirt.

Of course, the room was not stuffy. The split air-conditioner unit in the room made the place to be very cool. How could she claim that it was stuffy?

I could see that underneath the pink shirt was a pink bra. I quickly averted my eyes from her bust.

"Yes, I was talking about Clauses and phrases," I continued, trying seriously to look serious. "For the grammatical name, the expression will determine if it is a clause or a phrase. If there is a finite verb among the group of words, it is most likely that it is a clause. If there is no finite verb, then it is most likely that it is a phrase."

Jane acted as if I was not even in the room with her. She completely removed the buttons and the shirt.

My mouth opened. "But, but, you can't do that," I stuttered. "What if someone comes in?"

She was not moved. "Who will come in? Besides, didn't I say it is stuffy here?"

I sighed. Now, this was serious. It looked like I was watching a steamy movie. How could she be so audacious? Alright, alright, I told myself. Just compose yourself. Be yourself and don't let a girl - a small girl - like this control your mind or you!

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She nodded. ‘I was told you could drive very well.’

‘Yes, ma’am. I try my best.’

She nodded again. ‘Aries Employment Agency is a reliable partner that we use. Having somebody recommended by them means that person must be good. We believe in their judgment.’

I nodded but kept quiet. She had my resume in her hands and she looked at it. ‘You currently have no job, right?’

‘That’s right, Madam.’

‘If we decide to offer you this job, when are you ready to start?’

I appeared to think briefly. It was just an act. The fact was I was ready to start the job right now. ‘I can start the very moment the company wants me to start.’

‘Actually, you need to start as soon as possible. Can you start tomorrow?’

Without any hesitation, I nodded. ‘Yes, I can.’
You’re going to be working as the driver to the Chief Executive Officer.’

I nodded. ‘That will be no problem.’

I thought of a humorous comment of saying that I could drive anybody. I however kept the humor to myself.

She put my resume in a file, closed the file and stood up. ‘Alright, let me take you to the CEO’s office.’

I stood up too and followed her out of the cool office. From a corridor, we moved to the end of the passageway. She opened the last door by the left. A lady was by the desk, typing on a desktop.

‘Good morning, Amarachi,’ the HR Manager greeted.

The lady behind the computer screen smiled.

‘Good morning, ma’am.’

‘Is Madam in the office?’

The lady she had called Amarachi nodded.

‘Yes, she is.’

Again, the HR Manager motioned that I should sit down. She opened the door that led to the CEO’s office. After about a minute, she came out and beckoned at me. I stood up and entered the office. The office was a large, exquisitely furnished one.

Behind the large desk was a woman who should be in her late forties or early fifties. So, this was the CEO.

‘Good morning, Madam,’ I greeted.

‘Good morning.’ She looked at me all over the way you would check if a particular item was suitable for you or not.

‘Can you really drive very well or not?’ she blurted out.

‘I can drive very well, Madam.’

She looked at me all over again and nodded.

‘Are you aware that if you do not measure up, you will be fired immediately?’


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My heart was beating as I said this. Somehow, I wished she would not reject my offer.

"I can still stay for a while," she answered.

I sighed as I picked another wine glass. This was unbecoming of me. Since I married Rachel, I had never offered any lady any drink at a home level like this. I filled the glass, put it on a tray and put my own glass there too.

I did not forget to make the wine bottle be on the tray too. She stood up and came to me to take the tray. Well, a man still deserves some respect.

We went to the seats while she put the tray on a stool. I sat on a seat opposite her. It was deliberate. From here, I could have a good look at the part of her tummy that was exposed, and at her thighs. This was becoming dangerous, part of my mind said. I soon shrugged the feeling off. Could I be so certain that my wife still maintained fidelity in far away Abuja?

Alright, what was the motive of offering a young lady drinks? Yes, I was stealing some glances at her body, but was that not natural for a normal man? Maybe I would even get to see what color the panties she was wearing, or the straps of her bra; or even the cups.

I picked up my glass while she picked the second glass. I took a sip and grinned in contentment. It was a good wine. I studied her face to see how she would react to the taste. Her face instantly became smily as she tasted the drink.

"Hmm," she said, breathing through her mouth to try to express her approval. "The taste is good."

Yes, you can say that again."

Her cotton shorts were of the kind that a man would wish to smoothen with his hands. Now, I could see that the top had the words, 'Honey Girl' written across it. She should be busty; the big swelling on her chest amply suggested this.

"I think I really like the taste of the wine,' she said, gulping down the drink.

"Hey, be careful. It can get you intoxicated. Just be careful," I warned. "The drink has quite a punch."

She giggled. "Alright, I understand what you mean perfectly."


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"Sure. Let me start. What's the size of your boob?"

"No, you tell me size of your dick first."

I grinned. "It's about eight inches when fully erect."

"Hmn, good. I use 34C bra."

"That's nice. I'm sure your boobs look lovely."

"Yeah. You will like them when you see them."

"Wish I could see them right now."

"Don't be naughty. You'll see them soon."

I sent the smile emoji 😃

"Goodnight for now," she wrote.

"Good night." I added the love emoji. 💕

Wow! It appeared Madam Evelyn was going to be interesting. I knew the relationship would not end anywhere close to the life partner that I desired, but it would at least provide some thrills. I certainly looked forward to squeezing Madam Evelyn 's boobs with my hands and playing with her nipples in my mouth.

The following day, things went smoothly in my place of work. By noon, Madam Evelyn called me.

"So, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"Fine. Florence has gone back to school. I will be expecting you tonight."

I grinned. "No problem. I'll be there."

On closing at work, I drove straight to Madam Evelyn 's house. There was a little bit of traffic, so I didn't get there until some minutes to ten p.m. I went to her flat and knocked at the door. She must be expecting me, for she promptly opened the door.

"I was already thinking you would not come again," she said.

"It was traffic that delayed."

"I see."

She was wearing a bum shot that accentuated her thighs, hips and legs. They were not so fine but they were sexy all the same. Besides, the boobs had better appeal to me. I could tell that she was still wearing bra under the t-shirt. It must be a push-up bra, going by the posture of the breasts. My heart started beating in excitement again.


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The Oga Madam

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Working for a lady boss has its thrills and frills. For Ben, it went from the tough side to the sweetest he could ever imagine. It was a dream come true for him when his boss became the very woman he shared passionate moments with.

But then, sometimes, things do not really look as they appear.







I had prepared well for the interview. It was a corporate job, although what I applied for was as a driver. Yes, a mere driver, but it was a job I really needed. The unemployment situation had forced me to apply for the job. I had registered at an employment agency and had been highly recommended for the position I applied for.

I sat and waited to be called. I thought I would see some other applicants who had come for the interview, but saw none. I waited for almost thirty minutes before the secretary, a slim lady in glasses, informed me that the Human Resources Manager was ready to see me. I was directed to her office.

‘Good morning, Madam,’ I curtsied.

A woman in skirt suit probably in her late forties looked up at me briefly. She was on phone but gestured that I should sit down on one of the seats facing her. A couple of minutes later, she finished the phone conversation.

‘Good morning,’ she replied. ‘You’re Ben Bada, the driver applicant from Aries Agency?’

‘Yes, Madam.’

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I showed Kate the bathroom and the kitchen, locked my bedroom and was off. The drive from Ojodu to my law office at Ikeja was very smooth, although the traffic had started building up.

I had become a partner in the law chamber, courtesy of my father who was a senior advocate of Nigeria.


* * *

The day was busy. I went to the State high court in Ikeja to represent a client. It was a case about altercation on land and a landed property.

At the end of the proceedings, the case was adjourned for seven weeks. I was back in the law office by three p.m. Oh, what a tiring day. Well, things went right all the same.

I drove home somewhat frazzled, tired but too keyed up to feel like getting some sleep just yet. A phone call from Rachel earlier in the day certainly hadn't helped my state of mind much.

She had called my office long distance for no other reason than to give me some words of caution. She had stated that I should return home early and not leave the kids for too long with the nanny's daughter.

Somehow, Rachel bemused me. As a career lady herself who was always on the move, I was much more with the kids than her. Now, she was making it look like I should be the 'home man.'

Of course, that ploy would not work. As my guys would say, 'ko le werk.'

I had not really felt like discountenancing her posture. If I had hung up on her she would have called back. If I had tried to refute her, she would dwell on sermonizing which I would find monotonous.

I had allowed her to say all she had to say before she hanged up.

So it was hardly surprising that as I walked in my front door by few minutes after eight in the evening, my brain was fixated on one thing and one thing only. I needed a drink.

Kate was sitting on the couch when I came in, watching a cable musical channel on the television. My thoughts of having a drink were temporarily shoved to the side as I got a look at her.

I did not realize she had come with extra clothing until now. She was dressed in a pair of tight cotton shorts and a midriff baring tee shirt. Her stomach was smooth and unlined, with a gold stud threaded through her belly button.

Her shoes had been kicked off, leaving her feet bare, and she was sitting in elegant style, a position that allowed her shorts to creep upwards, revealing an enticing amount of upper thigh.

Goodness, she was cute, I thought, feeling a wave of lust sweep over me as I took in her form. This was certainly not the first time I had had such a feeling about a lady - a sultry lady that could take away the breath.

On the contrary, I had always enjoyed looking at such a lady, particularly in the last one year or so when Rachel became more absent at home.

I had never been the very flirtatious with ladies, however. Despite my marital challenges, I was basically an honest, decent guy. I was far from lecherous, at least in the overt sense of the word.

Maybe that was why it appeared my wife was taking me for granted.

Kate gave me a weak smile as the door closed behind me and I set my briefcase down.

"Good evening, sir."

"Good evening. How're you?"

"Fine."

"Where are the kids?" I asked her.

"They've gone to bed already." She nodded. "I read them a story and they went right to sleep by eight. They were such nice kids."

I did not know if I should thank her for the compliment. I went to the children's room. The two kids were indeed sleeping peacefully.

I nodded and returned to the sitting-room.
I left it at that and walked over to the bar in the corner of the sitting room. I took off my suit jacket, draping it over one of the bar stools and then took off my tie, draping it over the suit jacket.

I unbuttoned the top button on my dress shirt and then took down a bottle of exotic wine. I poured a triple shot of the wine in, added some ice and some vermouth, and then began shaking.

As I was straining my concoction it into the wine glass, I could sense that Kate was watching me.
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"How was work today, sir?" she asked.

"Oh fine. Everything went well," I replied. "If you are not in a hurry to go back home, you can have some drinks".

My heart was beating as I said this. Somehow, I wished she would not reject my offer.



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When Ayo's wife travels out of town, something he never considers comes up and he finds himself enamored to the pretty daughter of his child carer. In what seems to be a premeditated move, Kate encourages him on. But something unexpected happens and what looks like sweet experience suddenly turns into a nightmare.







Episode One - The Nanny's Daughter





By six-thirty in the morning on Tuesday, I was already dressed for work in a smashing black suit. My wife, Rachel, had officially traveled to Abuja for a three-day conference. Before she left, she made arrangement with Mrs. Edet, our long-standing nanny that she would be coming around in the day to cater for the children.

It was a simple arrangement: she would come around, prepare their meal, bath them, prepare them for school (which was quite close by), bring them back from school after closing and remain at home until evening when I would return from work.

My wife had dropped the two kids with Mrs. Edet before when they were infants, so she was well known to us as a caring care-giver. Besides, she had proved to be trust-worthy and reliable.

The doorbell rang at precisely few minutes to seven. I went to it. A young lady was there.

"Good morning, sir," she greeted. "You are Mr. Ayo Johnson?"

"Yes, good morning."

"I'm Kate, daughter of Mrs. Edet, the nanny you were expecting."

I was surprised to hear that. "I see. And where's your mum?"

She smiled apologetically. "Sorry, just this morning, she developed some fever and is indisposed. Since we're on break and I'm available, I told her I would come around."

I couldn't believe my ears. "Mrs. Edet is sick? But, just yesterday, my wife discussed with her and we expect her here."

"She could not make it. That's why I'm here."

Just then, my phone rang. It was my wife on the line from Abuja.

"Excuse me," I said as I moved to answer the call. "Hello, darling?"

"Good morning, honey. Mrs. Edet just called me now. She's down, but she said she's sending her first daughter. Her name is Kate."

"She's already here," I replied shortly.

"Oh, that's good. Mrs Edet said we should not worry; that Kate is up to the task."

I grunted. "Okay. If you say so."

"Yes, darling. Just explain what she'll do to her."

"Alright, dear." We said few more things before she disengaged the line.

"Alright, Kate. Come inside."

"Thanks, sir."

I took her to the bedroom of the two kids. Ann, aged five, had already woken up while two-years old Elizabeth still slept on.

"Daddy!" Ann said.

"Hello, angel. Kate here is from Mrs. Edet and she will taking care of you." I turned to Kate
. "So, Kate, you'll take over from here."

I showed Kate the bathroom and the kitchen, locked my bedroom and was off. The drive from Ojodu to my law office at Ikeja was very smooth, although the traffic had started building up. I had become a partner in the law chamber, courtesy of my father who was a senior advocate of Nigeria.


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