I shook my head. Her questions were off the topic, but I decided to answer them all the same.

"When are you planning to marry?" she asked again.

Now, I was here to teach English and Literature, not talk about my marital eligibility or personal life.

"Can you please ask questions on the topic?" I said.

But she did not ask any pertinent question, so my teaching continued. After almost two hours, I ended that session with them.On Friday, I was back in the house. This time around, I had I had to wait for a much longer time before they showed up.

It was actually one of them that came around.

"Jane is having some cramps," she said. That meant I was talking to Julie.

"Whats wrong with Jane?" I asked as if I had not heard her.

"She's not feeling too well."

I sighed. Inwardly, I shrugged. That should not be a problem for me, should it?

"Okay, Julie. But, even you came quite late."

"Sorry," she answered briefly.

No problem, I felt. Having one of them around was good enough. I wrote the topic for the day on the board and started to teach. After some minutes, characteristically, I asked if she had any question.

"I have some questions," she said, smiling.

I was happy she was finally going to be an interactive learner.

"Oh, good. Go ahead and ask your questions."

"I have them here."

She handed a jotter to me. I took it from her. There were five words written on it.

The
tongue action was energetic. Onome finally broke for air and stepped back. Her smile
was expansive.
"What has got into you?
"
He grinned. "I decided that romance is good, but love is better." He reached for her
again, and they kissed while he cupped her bum and lifted her off the floor. She smiled
as he continued to hold her in the air.
She looked down into his eyes and asked, "Can I prepare dinner for us before I eat
you?
"
Dele lowered her to the floor, and they kissed again.
"Can I help?I'm a fairly good cook."
She reached for his hand and led him to the prep area of the kitchen.

Onome stood to collect the dirty dishes but Dele pulled her into his lap. She giggled
and pretended to struggle trying to get away. He grabbed her hands and held them
until she stopped twisting. The brightness in her eyes told him she was ready for
anything.
"Are you going to be a good girl?
"


"No, I think you need to discipline me."
"What discipline would be appropriate?
"
"If I were you, I'd spank me. Not too hard, of course."
That caught Dele by surprise. He'd never heard a girl suggest that, much less look
forward to it. "What makes you to say that?You want me to spank you?
"
"Yes. Roli says it's exciting and helps focus her. She swears sex is better after she gets
a couple of smacks on her bum."
"If that's the case, let's clean up the dishes and go to your bedroom. Discipline should
be administered in private."
Onome grinned and nodded.

*

*

*

In the darkness of her room Bukky lay and thought of Tade coming in the morning. He
now lived in her mind and she found it difficult to focus on other matters. The way he
worked made her very proud. He was the real deal.
Her phone rang. She was thrilled when she saw who it was.
"Hello, Tade."
"Hello, dear. This is getting to be a habit I know. Were you asleep?
"No. I’m only lying here thinking."
"I just wanted to say that I did see you at the joint this evening."
"Yes, I couldn’t make it to the place."
"Hmn, I wished you were there."
She laughed shortly.

All the way there I was wracked with guilt over what I had done to my mother-in-law, and yet, I couldn't help getting a bit aroused when I thought about how she gave in and started kissing me back!







Chapter Three


By the time I got to the hospital I found out that they had called me because Bisola was getting close to delivering. The rest of the day was a blur as the baby arrived and we were so wrapped up in our happiness that I hadn't given Momsie another thought until she and Daddy walked into Bisola's room toward the end of the day.

Momsie refused to make eye contact with me and spent the whole visit making a fuss over Bisola and the baby. Daddy seemed quite normal, so I could only surmise that Momsie didn't tell him, not that I expected her to. They left about an hour later and I hung around until Bisola convinced me to go home for supper. When I got home supper was just being placed on the table and Daddy got up to get me a plate.

Momsie on the other hand did her best to be pleasant, but very standoffish. We got through dinner mostly talking about the baby and as soon as we were done Daddy grabbed his paper and excused himself to the "library", if you know what I mean. Momsie quickly got up and started clearing the table and bringing things into the kitchen. I hadn't noticed what she was wearing up until now and took a moment to drink it in.

It was a flowered, short sleeve dress with an open collar that fit rather snug from her shoulders to her hips before ending just above her knees. Watching her move about got me the same reaction as this morning because the dress did little to hide her obvious curves, including her full breasts and round ass! The bounce in her chest and the sway of her hips and ass as she made her way around soon had me in a state of arousal and the feeling of drowning in forbidden lust!

I decided I had to pursue this, but perhaps with a different approach. I stood, grabbing a couple of plates and made my way into the kitchen. Momsie was busy filling the sink with water as I placed the dishes on the counter and stood behind her for a moment.

I had already pictured how hot she would look.I saw her look at the tags on the straps, checking the sizes. The two were 32E

"They’re so nice. But how ... how did you know my size?" she asked under her breath, as if in a trance.I smiled. I knew she would ask and I had an answer for her.

“The other time I came here, I had to persuade the maid to disclose the sizes to me,” I said, thinking how smart I was.

"Bayo, no one has ever bought anything like this for me in my life."

Wryly, I thought of her late husband. Did that man never surprise his lovely wife with gifts such as these?Her hands slid from the bras over to the panties. She seemed almost delighted by the delicate lingerie and sexy clothes. I was glad that she loved the items.

“I’m glad that you love them,” I said.

“Oh, I should be glad that you took the trouble to buy them.”

"You don't need to say anything, Madam," I said as I stepped next to her and stroked her arm lovingly.

"I wanted to do that for you. Like I said, you are so beautiful, and I think you should start dressing like the gorgeous woman you are."

"Oh Bayo, you make me feel so special."

She was almost twittering like a schoolgirl now. I decided that this would be a good time to push things a bit."You have no idea how important you are to me. I love you, Madam."

She looked at me and a warm comforting smile spread over her pretty features, her eyes still brimming with excitement.

"Why don't you go and try everything on; just in case I have to take anything back."

I actually said that because of the fact that I wanted to see her in everything so I'd have something to think about when I jerked off later.

"Okay," she said with a smile.

She gathered up the items and disappeared with them into her a room I suspected was the bathing-room.

As I waited, I became a little bit nervous. I wondered if I had been too bold and had stepped out of bound. As the minutes passed, I waited.

She finally came out, smiling.“They are all perfectly my sizes,” she said.

I nodded and looked relieved.My eyes went to the front of the white t-shirt she was wearing. I suspected that she was wearing one of the bras I just bought for her and wished I could see it on her without any top covering the tantalizing swells of her large heavy breasts.

Through the t-shirt, I could see the outline of the power bra, the cups beautifully encasing and pushing up those perfect voluminous mounds. Her ample tit-flesh was clearly on the verge of spilling over the packed cups.

It immediately set my mind to wondering what she would look like without the t-shirt and the bra on at all.My eyes drifted back down past her huge boobs and followed the t-shirt as it clung to her significant figure.

It clung nicely to her 51-year old body as it stuck smoothly to her narrow waist and then flowed outwards over her wide matronly hips. The bum shirt picked up where the t-shirt ended and the smooth black fabric seemed to caress those wide hips in a comforting hug.

This was the best, the peak, the
pinnacle of pleasure. None of those on-set experiences were like this. This was real
intimacy, the way it should be.

The slow but steady thrusting changed to a wild flurry of hammer-like pounding. Roli
screamed, grunted, and groaned as each thrust landed and quickly withdrew. They
were like two wild animals going after each other, out of their minds.

They both glistened with perspiration and struggled to breathe as the furious pounding continued.
Her chest and neck were dark pink. Then it came like a flood, their orgasms
overwhelmed them, swept over them and drowned them with tingling energy. After
several seconds of uncontrolled passion, they collapsed into the other's arms,
exhausted.

*

*

*

Bukky was lying on the couch in the living-room late that Friday night when her phone
rang. She looked at the caller ID and smiled. It was the number she was expecting.

"Hello, Tade."

"Hello, love. Were you asleep?"

"No, I’m just about to go to bed. How was your day with Vivian?"

“It went wild, as usual. Trust Vivian to be wild.”

"There are some special recordings we are planning. We want me to make recording of
gals and guys making love."

"Ouch. J ust like that?"

“Yes.”

“Would these videos be sold or what?"

"Of course. There is a big market for porns. We’ll do the recording and sell them out."

"So you would be making a high quality version of what couples do all the time in their
apartments and rooms," she stated.

"I think that is correct."

"Are you going to be part of the action?"

He grimaced. "No, of course not."

"Are you sure you can really handle this?"

Tade laughed across the line.

"Bukky, I don't have a problem with it. All professional
photographers and video recorders take photos and record videos of things they may
never do. I’m not participating. I’m only documenting it based on market demand."

"Why did you want my approval for this?"

Bukky was silent for a moment. "Because I didn't want to take a chance on
disappointing you."

There were several seconds of silence before he said, "Thank you."

“Alright, see you.”

The line was disconnected. Bukky was both surprised and relieved at his response.
She lay there for the next hour thinking over everything she needed to do.

*

*

*

After breakfast, they all came in and cleaned the house. Onome then went to her
bedroom to study, Bukky went for shopping and Roli went to see a friend in the
neighborhood.

That evening, the doorbell rang and Onome answered it. It was Dele at the door.

"Hello, Dele, come in.”

"J ust for you."

Dele was very relieved to see her smile. He stepped in and pulled her to him for a very passionate kiss. She thought he was trying to show how apologetic he felt; but it was a great kiss, no matter what the reason. They both smiled as they
stopped.

Roli and Bukky were watching African Magic TV when Dele arrived. They came to greet
him with hugs and kisses to his cheek.

"We're just leaving, Dele. You two have a great evening," said Bukky.

The ladies grabbed their bags and left.

When the door closed, Dele wrapped his arms around Onome’s waist and pulled her to
him. They gazed into the other's eyes and touched noses before locking lips. The
tongue action was energetic. Onome finally broke for air and stepped back. Her smile
was expansive.

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Interesting.

They were playing, after all. He slapped her bare bum a couple of times, but not too hard, as he carried her to the bed.

Ayo dropped her on the mattress and watched her bounce a couple of times. She
rapidly kicked at him and moaned again when Ayo grabbed her feet and splayed them
wide while pushing her knees to her shoulders. Their eyes met, and their lust took over.

Ayo dropped to his knees and kissed her toes, spending a moment focused on each
one. Roli was stunned. This was a very rare thing among Nigerian men. No one had
kissed her toes and feet before. Why could she feel it in her crotch?

Ayo began kissing the back of her legs from her knees down to her ass. He was slow
and methodical, causing chill bumps to form on her thighs. As he kissed near her anus
and vulva, Roli moaned and said mild inanities. Her senses were focused on each kiss
and lick from that magnificent tongue.

He asked, "Should I go on?"

"Sure, go ahead," she moaned.

He moved his mouth and nose into her vulva and slowly licked her outer labia and
inside the thin folds of skin forming her inner labia. Roli gushed viscous fluid that
oozed out and found a slow path down to her anus.

Ayo's tongue eagerly took on it at it
as if licking a melting ice cream cone.
When he focused on her clitoris and its protective hood, Roli wriggled and felt the
power of orgasmic energy building up in her.

"Take me, Ayo. Please, take me now."

He stood beside the bed and placed her feet and calves over his shoulders. As Ayo
leaned forward, her loins opened to receive him. He fought the urge to rush as he
placed the tip of his erection against her clit and rubbed it aggressively. Roli moaned
and moaned. He glanced at her eyes and saw they were focused far beyond him.

She was dazed from the intense sensations.
Ayo slowly entered but stopped several times to let her muscles adjust to his girth.
Roli could feel every vein and every bump on this new intruder. She was totally filled,
although she'd accommodated longer ones. The warmth of his penis thrilled her as he
rested, fully embedded. When he began slowly withdrawing, she felt for a moment that


she would faint from the sensations. She had never been stretched like this. For the
first time, Roli knew how good sex should feel. This was the best, the peak, the
pinnacle of pleasure. None of those on-set experiences were like this. This was real
intimacy, the way it should be.

As usual, I sat with the driver at the front seat.

“There’s another work I have for you today,” she said. “The documents are at home.”My heart palpitated in excitement as I nodded.

“Yes, madam.”

The items I bought for her since yesterday were still in my bag. Certainly, this would avail me the opportunity of giving them to her.It was like it happened the other day. I was at the sitting-room downstairs when the house maid came to tell me that my attention was needed upstairs. This time around, I didn’t need her to take me to madam’s bedroom upstairs. I rapped gently on her door.

“Yes, come in,” she said from inside.I opened the door and let myself inside.She was sitting on the same sofa. This time around she had changed to a bum short and a t-shirt. I must say she really looked sexy in them and I could feel blood pulsating all over the veins of my body.I opened my bag and brought her package out.

"This is for you, Madam," I said as I handed the gift bag to her.She certainly looked surprised.

"Bayo, for me? Why..." she asked with a big smile on her face as she crossed her hands over her chest.

"Because you deserve something nice, madam. You deserve much more than this." She smiled pleasantly. “Thanks so much, Bayo.”

"Well, it’s okay, ma’am. you have been good to me too.”She opened the bag and brought the items out, a big surprise clouding her face. There were undies in there. She carefully set the panties on the sofa and reached slowly for the other enchanting items the gift nylon bag contained.

She seemed enthralled as she carefully picked up the bras - one was black and the other one had beige color. She ran her fingers over the sexy materials. They were exotic and sexy products. I had picked them out especially for her. Intricate black lace surrounded the supporting cups in a sensual embrace, the cups and underwire substantial enough to provide the support I knew she needed, but with the cups cut low enough to allow those big boobs of hers to swell over the top of the bra. I had already pictured how hot she would look.I saw her look at the tags on the straps, checking the sizes. The two were 32E

The two girls were wearing t-shirts, but the one that spoke was wearing blue t-shirt while the other one who had not spoken a word, was in pink. I would use the color to identify and distinguish them today.I tried to smile.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Jane; and you, Julie. Sit down and let the class begin."

I stood up and moved to the white board while they took their seats. As a teacher, I always had a marker and some writing materials in my folder. I brought the marker out and wrote English language and the date on the board.They had brought some books with them, so they opened them and wrote what I wrote.

My work had started in earnest. The topic was on sentence and sentence structure. I defined it, gave examples and contrasted the elements. I could see that my students appeared attentive and were jotting things down. That was good. I always liked students that were eager to learn. After talking for about ten minutes, I paused.

"Any question, so far?" I asked.

I turned to the one who had not spoken a word. "Any question, Julie?"

She stared at me briefly and shook her head. Even before I turned to Jane to ask her the same thing, she raised up her right hand.

"Yes, Jane?"

"You didnt tell us how old you are and whether you're single or married."

I shook my head. Her questions were off the topic, but I decided to answer them all the same.

There was no dissent. I handed my phone to her. I was sure she would be impressed by the fact that I was using a very expensive phone. She put her number and returned my phone.

"Ok. Thanks, I'll be calling you."

I went to my flat. The image of Amanda went with me. I had seen her wearing a simple top and a bum short. I was sure she was braless. Now, I could not help imagining her nude boobs. They must be very fascinating. They must be what I would desire on a lady. It was only a matter of time, I told myself. I would bid my time.

* * *

Towards evening, I drove to an eatery not far away to get some food and drinks. I also decided to get something for Amanda. As I drove back to the residence, I kept thinking of how Amanda would look in nudity.

Before going to my flat, I went to Cynthia's flat to press the bell push again. Amanda did not waste time in opening it. She was still wearing the same sexy things; and my heart was beating wildly again.

"I've brought a meal for you," I said as I handed the package to her.

"Oh, thanks so much, Desire."

I smiled like a benevolent brother. "You can come to my flat and relax a bit, if you don't mind," I offered.

Her face became clouded a bit. "That would be another time. My sister will soon return from work."

I nodded, but in my mind, I was disheartened. Maybe I should have invited her ealier. No problem, I would wait. I returned to my flat and ate my food. I wished Amanda had followed me. Old boy, take it easy, I told myself. After the meal, I returned to my laptop to complete some work. Thereafter, I thought of chatting up Amanda on the Whatsapp. Just then, there was a knock at my door. That must be Amanda, I thought wistfully.

On opening the door, I found Eniola there. I was disappointed, but maybe I should not be. Eniola was my lover. She was quite tall, dark in complexion and pretty. She was busty too, but I was beginning to think that that those boobs were not as fresh and firm as they used to be.