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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 walls!

My in-laws arrived the night before Bisola was going to the hospital and it was real nice having them here. They helped get Bisola ready for the next day and Momsie cooked a great meal for everyone. I took Bisola in the next morning and spent the day with her, getting her settled.

The doctor, a young female consultant I sometimes wished I could take to bed, explained that they were going to induce her slowly to try and control her delivery. She told us that my wife would probably deliver in 48 hours, but they would be monitoring her progress the whole time, and I could go home and they would call me if she got close when I wasn't.

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 had 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. We started going together in high school and got married some years after university.

I left to go home for supper and told Bisola I would be back in the morning, since I worked for a very understanding company that gave a man two weeks off (paternity leave) when his wife had a baby. I had a nice dinner with the -in-laws, watched some television. and headed off to bed.

Once I stretched out and felt the cool sheets caress my dick I began to get hard and realized I needed relief. I grabbed one of the playboys I keep in the nightstand and started thumbing through it while I yanked. In a little bit I felt my cream rise up my dick and explode all over my hand and down my leg.

I got up and went into the bathroom to clean up and then flopped into bed, feeling as frustrated as ever. I needed a hot real action to satisfy this urge and I needed it soon!

The Things Madam Kofo Did



Nini Nova


(C) 2023





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.





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The Things Madam Kofo Did



Nini Nova


(C) 2023





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 walls!




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I was shocked. Literarily. Was she joking?

“Now, let's stop the drama,” I said. “I will give you the money to terminate the foetus. Before the end of the week, go and get rid of it.”

  Amanda stood up, looking indignant. “Are you suggesting I should go and abort the pregnancy?”

  Now, she was beginning to get me exasperated. “What other thing do you think I'm saying? Look, I'm not suggesting. I am actually telling you to go for abortion.”

  She shook her head again. “I'm sorry, I can't do that.”

  I had to be insistent. “You can. You have to. There's no other choice.”

  Again, she shook her head. Swiftly, she took her handbag on my desk. Without saying anything further, she turned to go.

  “I will transfer some money into your account,” I said. “That should take care of it and save us the whole hassles.”

  She did not say anything further. I watched as she left my office. My mind soon went into a frenzy. Amanda must be joking, I thought grimly. How could she be taking about marriage? Had she forgotten that I was married with kids? How could she think of us marrying? Of course she must be kidding.





The following day was hectic. We had been busy since morning. The seminar on agricultural economics we had organized that day made the schedule of things to be tight. By the time we were back in the chamber, I could see that Amanda was quite tired. She ordered for a meal and wolfed it down. I allowed her some rest before I sent for her. I was relaxing in my office with cold malt drinks when she came to meet me. I motioned her to a seat.

  “How’re you, dear?” I greeted.

  “Fine,” came the simple answer.

  “Have you seen the alert of the money I transferred into your account?”

  She looked surprised. “No, I’ve not seen it. You’ve transferred some money?”

  “Yes. Fifty thousand naira. I did the transfer a couple of minutes ago.”

  She checked the text message of her phone. A message was pending. It was from the bank she used and indeed it confirmed that her account had been credited by the said amount from me.


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She put on what looked like a smile. "Can you please, let me in?"

I hesitated for some seconds before stepping aside to allow her inside. I was about to demand why she came around when she went down on her knees. "Desire, please, I've come to beg for forgiveness. Kindly forgive me."

The scene was incredible. I could not have imagined that Eniola would come back to my apartment again. This life could be whimsical, couldn't it? Despite my resolve, my heart melted as I watched Eniola looking at me so plaintively.

"Alright, stand up," I said. She jumped up to give me a bear hug, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. "There's one important thing, Eniola. One very important thing. I've got a new lady in my life."

She quickly stopped the hug and moved back.

"What?" I nodded. "You heard me right. I've got a new love. As a matter of fact, she left not too long before you came in."

She looked crestfallen. "Oh, no. How could you do that?"

I snickered at her. "You shouldn't have left me at all."

"But, I'm back now. Desire, your babe is back."

I still dissented. "Too late, we can't be lovers again."

She looked distraught. "But let's continue friendship," she put in. "I want us to still be friends, please."

Would that work? How could that work? "Oh please, Desire, don't throw me out just like that."

Eniola came to hug me again. My mind flashed back to how she left the house. The way Bimpe left showed that things were inconclusive. Could I really say I had secured her love? Was the reemergence of Eniola not a case of a bird in hand worthier than two in the bush?

"Alright," I told Eniola.

"We can still be friends." Her grip on tightened until I disentangled her. "Easy. when I say, I mean just friends."

"Okay," she muttered. My eyes went to the small bag she had brought along. "I brought something for you, for us, actually." She unzipped the bag and brought a food flask out. She opened the flask and showed me the poundo yam and assorted egusi soup she had prepared. She knew I loved that delicasy.

.

.

She kissed me, softly and gently, but a little more moist, and a little warmer than usual, and then drew her face back. She took a deep breath, and rolled onto her back, and I rode that roller coaster for a moment as I looked at her naked body, waiting for me to actually taste her pussy. 

 
I shuffled down to kneel about level . Then, I placed my mouth at the apex of her triangle of pubic hair, at the top of her slit, and kissed her lightly, inhaling her scent again. Oh, how sexy and exciting that was! Her pink inner lips were just a little puffy. 

 
I probed a fraction deeper with my tongue, and then ran it back the other way, tasting more of her pussy lips, and more of her juices, with my tongue that little deeper, and I must have brushed her clit with the side of my tongue, because she flinched, and made a throaty sound, then took a deep breath. 

 
Every breath I took was making me more excited, as I inhaled the sexy, sweet, tangy scent of her pussy, and tasting her was just making it more intense. I decided to change my position, and I sat up, and climbed between her legs, gently moving them apart. Her pussy was now open and exposed to me.

 
I leaned down, and kissed her on her from the front at the top of her slit, and with my right hand, I gently parted her lips, and licked at the moist recess between her inner lips. I heard her sighing, and I knew I was having an effect on her, so I felt pleased with myself.

 
In porn movies, I had seen people gently sucking on a girl’s inner lips, so I tried that, and I was rewarded by a flinch from her and I paused to savour the taste. Then, I moved my mouth a little, to try and suck on her clit, although to be honest, I was not completely sure I had my mouth on it. 

 
I could taste the flesh of this very intimate part of her body, and I used my tongue to scoop some of her juices onto it, so I could gently suck them off, and she began to move her pelvis as I moved my lips back and forth just slightly. 

 
The taste, the scent, and just the very knowledge that I was tasting this intensely private part of her body were making me so more excited than I could ever remember. I moved my head slightly, so I could run my tongue down further, and I gently licked at her pussy until my tongue was at the entrance to her vagina. 

 
I ran my tongue around the opening, and the very gently probed inside, pausing, and allowing myself to taste the inner walls. Then, I ran my tongue back up between her inner lips, until I had my mouth on her clit again. 

 
I put my mouth over her clit and it’s hood, mainly so I could taste her there one more time, but I felt her flinch, and sensing that I must have been stimulating her clit in that position, I sucked very gently, and she took a shuddering breath, and her pelvis bucked, so I knew I was onto something.

 
I could feel the huge smile on my face. I could see that it was puffy, and glistening with moisture.

 
I stopped to move to another level. After kissing her mouth, I moved back and kissed her right nipple, giving it a gentle lick with my tongue while my lips were around it. I drew back, and she was watching me expectantly, saying nothing, but as I moved down to give her pussy a little last minute attention before it was bleeped.

"If you really love me, you will bear with me," she said. Bear what?

Before I could voice the question, she added: "I must thank you for the warm reception you accorded me. Thank you so much. I will like to take my leave now." I was stunned.

"Now?"

She nodded. "Yes, now. I'm a member of the choir in my church and we have singing practice in an hour's time. It's better I leave now." She took her handbag and strapped it across her shoulder. I was so disappointed in her sudden departure I did not say anything further. I felt happy I had expressed my feelings to her, on one hand.

On another, I felt disappointed by her response. I accompanied her the other side of Tipper Garage Bus Stop where she would take a bus home. On my way back to my apartment, my mind went over her visit. It was not totally unfulfilling, but it could be better. There was nothing romantic about the visit and it hurt me to think of how it ended so abruptly.

Back in flat, I locked the main door and sat down in the sitting-room to watch a live football match. The truth was my mind was barely on the match. My mind kept thinking about Bimpe . About ten minutes of watching the match, there was a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's me," a voice returned. It was a female voice. Had Bimpe forgotten something? Had she realized she treated me brusquely and had come to apologize? Well, I would soon find out. I went to the door, unlocked it and opened it.

No, Bimpe had not come back. Quite disappointingly, it was Eniola, my ex girlfriend that was at the door. I was surprised to see her there.

"What ... What are you doing here?" I asked.

She put on what looked like a smile. "Can you please, let me in?"



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I cupped the two breasts, feeling the nipples harden. 

 
Things became really amorous with Juliet. I lifted my feet onto the bed, and turned around so I was lying on my left side, while she was laying on her back. I looked down at her panties, and I gently caressed her pubic mound with the palm of my right hand, through the undies. 

 
That alone was breathtakingly exciting, and then I gently stroked up and down along her slit, with the first finger of my right hand. I noticed that her pussylips actually felt damp under the material, far wetter than I had felt before, either this week or last week. 

 
After I had stroked her slit a few times, I wanted to experience the scent of her pussy, so I looked at her face, and then back at her panties, and then leant down to kiss her on her left inner thigh, right next to her pussy. Her skin there was beautifully soft and smooth, and once again, I smelt that incredibly sexy scent from her pussy. 

 
I changed my position a little on the bed to get more comfortable, and I took hold of the waistband of her  panties at her hips and gently pulled. She lifted her bottom from the bed, and allowed me to pull them down, and I noticed the gusset seemed to stick to her pussy a little as I took them off her. 

 
She bent her legs to allow me to take her panties right off, and I dropped them on top of her skirt on the floor. The sight of her naked pussy, with it’s neat triangle of pubic hair, was exciting to me. I leant down again and kissed her in the middle of her pubic hair, gently inhaling the scent, fainter there, but still as exciting, as it was between her legs. 

 
She then did something. I was now kneeling on her right, leaning down to kiss her pubic hair, she reached down with her right hand between my legs from behind, and touched my cock though my boxers. It was a very gentle touch, barely stroking me once. Her moan was just above a whisper.

 
She turned herself over, lying on her belly. Her naked butt put me back on that roller coaster for a moment, and she looked back to her right to see what I was doing.

My hands went up to her bust to cup and cuddle the boobs. Then, we came down again to hold her waist. It was an exciting experience. It was certainly a pleasant one for me and I hoped it was pleasant for her too.

Amanda opened her mouth, but what came out were monosyllabic moans. I didn’t say a word in response. Rather, I busied myself in the task at hand. My breath came in short and even rhythm. Even as my bare cock nudged at her pussy, I certainly felt I was the super dude with enormous charm and power. I kept up the volume and gradually increased the tempo. I was not just a hard office worker; I was also a hard rider!

I kept thrusting in and out, alternating between very deep thrusts and near-withdrawals. After minutes, I felt spent. Throbs of excitement took over my body as I finally released the hot semen. I withdrew quickly to shower her butts with the liquid, still holding tight to her waist. It was the end of the first lap. We lay naked on the bed while her hand smooched on my chest. My left hand cuddled her bums. In a matter of minutes, I was hot enough to initiate another action.

I kissed her the way I had before. As I kissed her, my hands rounded her hips and covered her ass, pulling her up onto my lap until she was straddling me. When I stopped the kiss, I made further exploration. My hands slid down her to follow the contours of her body. I stroked her bare back and curled my fingers around her shoulders, then pushed her down until she could feel the hardness of my cock against her.

I kissed her again and spread her legs wider. She moaned as my cockhead hit the end of her passage. I took her with the slow deliberation of restrained excitement. With the restraint and the prowess, it took several minutes before I could reach the apex of my mounting passion. I supposed she came too, but that was more of her cup of tea. I gripped her shoulders and made some grunts to signal my peak of excitement.

* * *

About three weeks later, I was in the office preparing for the tasks of the day when my cell phone rang. It was from Amanda.

“Good morning, Mr. Alex Dodo. I’m not feeling well. I’ll be going to the staff clinic first before I can come to work,” she told me. There was something about her. Since our affairs started, any time she called me by full name with the title, Mister, she was up to something.

I was instantly full of concern. “I hope it's not serious.”

Since she started working for me, this was the first time she would be talking such a permission.

“It's just some nausea and feverishness,” she explained. “I hope to be in the office soonest.”

“Alright. See you.”

I was back to work. I had many documents to type so I was soon engrossed in the work.

Amanda did not resume for work until after two. She came straight to my office to see me.

“What could be wrong with you, Amanda baby,” I asked as soon as she sat down.

“Since yesterday afternoon, I've not been feeling well. The nausea and feverishness made me know I would need some treatment. At the
hospital, I did some tests and this is the result.”

Dramatically, she opened her handbag and brought out the results of the medical tests.


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"I will gladly come," I replied. We ate on. After the meal, she cleared the table. As I took the drinks, she sat next to me.

"You didn't say anything about my dress."

I looked at her dress and smiled. The ankara skirt and blouse was well sown and it fitted her perfectly. "It's a beautiful dress. It's very beautiful on you."

"And about my hair."

I touched her hair briefly. There were some attachments. I was sure without them, she would still look beautiful.

"It's beautiful too."

She snuggled to me and I wrapped my left hand around her shoulders.

"A couple of weeks ago, if anyone had predicted that I would be holding you like this today, I would have disputed it," I said.

She smiled. "A couple of weeks ago, I was hoping I would soon meet with you."

"Really? You mean you had me in mind?"

"Yes." There was no guile I could discern in her voice, so I decided to believe her. I kissed her forehead. I got that idea from my dad. As a lad, I had observed him kiss my mum on the fore head many times. I had summoned the courage to ask him why. In movies, they kissed their lovers on the lips, I had argued. He told me it was his choice.

Now, it was my choice. I kissed Bimpe on the forehead again. "Do you really love me?" she suddenly asked.


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Without any ado, my mouth was on hers. It seemed to be a cautious move at first, but we soon went full gear. Gladly, I realized that the feeling and desire were mutual.

It was a passionate one. "Do you like the kiss?” I asked, smiling at her. It was an unnecessary question. Would she ever say she didn’t like it?

She tried to speak but couldn’t. She was short of breath and needed time to regain composure. She final nodded. “Yes.”

“That’s right,” I replied. “You’re right, for I like it too.”

Delightfully, I resumed the kiss. This time, my right hand did some exploration. It found its way to the zip of her skirt and undid it. My fingers rubbed at the tip of her pantie and slid inside. Gently and softly, my fingers did some exploring, until we did a lot of exciting of her expectant clitoris. My fingers moved slowly to feel the moist fabric of her pantie. I would really have to put her in the mood before I consummated the whole act.

Consequently, I increased my action on her clit. My fingers moved deftly – steadfast and fast. I could feel my breath increasing. She moaned in response to my passionate gestures.

Amanda moved her legs and spread them apart. I continued the rubbing of my fingers
on her genitals until her body quivered in excitement. I could feel that her nipples had hardened the more with my touch and caress. We must have the craving to be stimulated. No problem, I would soon get to that part in a short while.

I briefly stopped to pull down her trousers and the fabric of her white pantie. She wiggled her waist and hips to facilitate getting this done. Her breaths came in short, hot releases as the sensation of my mouth on her pussy lips seemed to set her on fire. I began to flick my tongue close to her vulva. I could imagine that my mouth was doing wonders on her body.

Then I began to lick, gradually moving closer to the central nub. I paused to nip her labia between my teeth. She let out another gasp as she laid her hands on my head. I clasped each of her thighs in one of my hands, spreading her legs wider. My breathing was labored now, and I had to fill my lungs in short, swift bursts, keeping my lips on hers in an open-mouthed kiss and sucking the air in sideway.

My hands travelled further up her thighs. I spread my fingers, brushing each of my thumbs against her hip bones and pulling down the fabric of her pant so that her arse was gratuitously exposed. Amanda let herself to the whims of my pleasure. Every part of my nerve felt tinges of excitement. I only slackened down a bit to allow her some respite. Now was the time to go for the grand finale. I removed the buckle of my belt to pull down my trousers. I positioned her butt against my laps with my organ straining to make the rear entry.

She pleasantly moaned when the flat of my hand joined with her backside and my dick penetrated her. My hands went up to her bust to cup and cuddle the boobs. Then, we came down again to hold her waist. It was an exciting experience. It was certainly a pleasant one for me and I hoped it was pleasant for her too.

Amanda opened her mouth, but what came out were monosyllabic moans. I didn’t say a word in response. Rather, I busied myself in the task at hand. My breath came in short and even rhythm. Even as my bare cock nudged at her pussy, I certainly felt I was the super dude with enormous charm and power. I kept up the volume and gradually increased the tempo. I was not just a hard office worker; I was also a hard rider!

I kept thrusting in and out, alternating between very deep thrusts and near-withdrawals. After minutes, I felt spent. Throbs of excitement took over my body as I finally released the hot semen. I withdrew quickly to shower her butts with the liquid, still holding tight to her waist. It was the end of the first lap. We lay naked on the bed while her hand smooched on my chest. My left hand cuddled her bums. In a matter of minutes, I was hot enough to initiate another action.





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