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"Oh Bayo, no more ... no more," she gasped as her arms slipped out from behind her and she collapsed back onto the table, her huge boobs heaving rhythmically beneath her tight t-shirt.

Her eyes were closed and her head slowly lolled from side to side as a low blissful moan escaped her lips. She seemed woozy; punch-drunk from the succession of shattering climaxes I'd just put her through.

Looking at her in this dreamy, almost semi-conscious state put a nasty little thought into my head. Yes ... that perverted little idea just might work out. In this trance-like state, she just might be agreeable to going along with what I had in mind. "You look so beautiful right now," I said softly as I looked down at her. They say that some women have a certain glow when they're pregnant.

Well, with Big Mummy, I could see that when she was sexually aroused, and blissfully satisfied like right now, she had a similar kind of look about her ... something special ... undefinable ... something wonderfully charismatic and comforting that drew you to it like bees to honey. And she had that look right now ... she was positively glowing. With her in this blissful state, I hoped you would continue to be compliant.

"Oh Bayo, nobody's ever touched me like that before," she replied, a warm smile turning up the corners of her pretty mouth.

"It was my pleasure." I leaned down over her and gave her a gentle kiss, letting her know how much I loved her. "I'm just glad I can make you feel good."

"That was better than good," she replied as she pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked down at the prominent bulge in the front of my boxer through hooded eyes.

Her full soft lips were wetly parted as she watched me pull down my boxer. I saw her gulp as I slowly drew out my stiff cock, pointing the enflamed mushroom head towards her.

She was breathing rapidly now, her face flushed and glistening with that fine sheen of perspiration, her excitement increasing. I reached down and tipped her head up to mine as I kneeled in front of her.

"I love you so much. I want you to know how happy you've made me today. What I said was true, Madam; I used to think about you like that all the time. And today ... what we did today was better than I ever imagined."

I punctuated my words by leaning forward and giving her a soft loving kiss, letting her know everything was alright. As I drew back, I could see by the calmer look on her face that I'd done the right thing.

"Did you ... did you really think about me as much as you said?" she asked, looking towards my dick. "I did; more times that you could ever imagine."

I paused for a second as my words seemed to register deep inside her. "Do you like that I told you?"

She slightly looked embarrassed, but only momentarily. A soft smile played at the corners of her mouth as she looked at me, her teary eyes full of love. "Yes, I ... I do like it. I'm so surprised that a handsome young man like you would find an old woman like me to be desirable."

"No, you’re not an old woman,” I quickly said. “You’re the most beautiful woman on earth.” Now, it was time to resume our action.

“I’m going to treat you the way you’ve not been treated before,” I said, carrying her from the table to the bed. She weighed a lot, but with my powerful hands, I had no stress in lifting her up and taking her to the bed.

My mouth went down to her wet pussy and licked the place while she closed her eyes and moaned. After some minutes, I moved up to her face. “Why don’t you try this?” I said as I shoved my hard prick to her face.

On my way to the office, my mind was busy. I was convinced that whoever was leaking information to my wife must be an insider.
So, who could be that insider? It must be either Martha or Maggie.

Yes, one of them would be the one contacting Bola. It could even be the two sisters playing the terrible mischief. In the office, I put a call across to Maggie.

“Why are you sending messages to my wife about our affairs?” I demanded as soon as she came on the line.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied.

“Of course, you do. You’re the one feeding my wife with the information on our movement. Last night, she confronted me again. She even mentioned that Ikeja G.R.A was our meeting point. How did she know that? But why? Why are you doing that?”

“Me? You can’t be serious. How could you be making such an allegation? What would I gain in doing so?”

I gulped. “If you are not the one, then who is? Is it Martha? Definitely, it’s someone who is very close by.”

“Martha will do no such thing,” she defended.

“Then, who is? Who is behind all this?”

“I don’t know,” she said flatly.

I was exasperated. What kind of thing was this?

“I see no reason for you to sound so scared over this,” Maggie went on. “Even if your wife accuses you, let her keep doing so. If you’re having an affair outside, so what? Are you the first to do so?”

I shook my head. Of course, I was not the first to do so. Neither would I be the last. The thing was I found it uneasy any time Bola brought up the allegation. I found it totally unnerving.

I could not say anything further to Maggie. I disconnected the line. Maybe I should put an end to my affairs with them, I thought in a grimy way. Why couldn’t I just make up my mind and put an end to this mirage? The problem was I could not.

Days later, Maggie called and requested that we met again at our new rendezvous.

“Okay,” I found myself saying.

I went there after closing. I met the two sisters in the house.

“Hello, Martha. Hello, Maggie. What a surprise the two of you are here. How do you do?”

I smiled at her and moved to the living-room. She had prepared ‘eba’ and ‘egusi’ soup which she kept in a food flask. She served them on plates.

“That’s my lovely wife,” I teased her, sitting down. I washed my hands, said a short prayer and started to eat the food. She sat at the end of the table. Her not eating meant she had already eaten.

“So, how was the day?” she asked.

I liked the fact that she didn’t raise much eye-brow on my coming late to the house. That was good.

“The day was fine,” I replied. “The office was hectic, but thank God, all went well.”
She nodded.

“The food is delicious,” I said to warm her heart.

She smiled briefly. “Thanks.”

I continued to savor the food.

“So, how was your outing at Ikeja G.R.A?” she suddenly asked.

The hand I was about to raise to my mouth faltered. “What did you say?”
“How was your affair with Margaret?”
I stopped eating. How did she know that? “What …what are you talking about?”
“You were with Margaret, weren’t you?”
I could not continue with the food, for I lost appetite immediately. I stared at her dumbfounded.
She smiled wryly, stood up from her seat and went to the bedroom.

I covered the remaining food and washed my hands. How did she know that? Who told her, and how did the person get to know?

In the sitting-room, now alone, I was tempted to call Maggie to intimate her about what had happened. But, I decided not to. I sighed. This was getting serious. I went to join Bola in bed. She completely turned her back to my side, which meant communication had been blocked off.

I remained disturbed until the merciful arms of sleep came to my rescue. The following morning, I dressed up for work and left the house without discussing the matter with Bola. On my way to the office, my mind was busy. I was convinced that whoever was leaking information to my wife must be an insider.