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I was so dazed to be up further defence. But would have sent the damnable message? Who could know those secret facts?

“But, darling, it’s not true,” I found myself saying. “Whoever sent that message is only up to a mischief. There’s not such a thing.”

She scoffed at me defence and stormed out of the living-room. This was serious, I thought grimly. Who could be behind this? I followed Bola to our bedroom and tried to explain things to her.

“This must be the handiwork of our enemies,” I argued. “They are jealous of our marriage and want to ruin it. Can’t you see that this is the work of the enemies?”

“What enemy? If there’s any enemy, you’re the one. You’re the one committing abominable acts!”

She did not listen to any further explanation. Although I was exasperated, I knew she was very right to be angry.

That Saturday, I decided to remain indoors to douse her suspicion. Whether that really worked out or not was another matter. Even when Maggie called, and she called several times, I refused to pick her call. I only sent a terse message to her that I would not be available to see her and that I would explain things whenever we saw. It was Monday morning I was finally able to call her.

“Hello, Maggie, darling.”

“Hello, love. What happened?”

I sighed. “My wife has known about our affairs. Someone sent a message to her that I’m seeing two sisters and even mentioned the name of the hotel where we meet. Now, I’ve been wondering who could have done that.”

“Is that all? Is that why you didn’t come around?”

I was surprised by her answer. Did she hear me well? Did she realize the gravity of what I said?

“Maybe you didn’t hear me well,” I said almost in a shout. “Somebody already knows what is going on between you and I and your sister. The person sent a WhatsApp message to my wife to leak our secret. The person even mentioned the hotel where we meet. Now, my wife is threatening fire and brimstone!”

There was a pause across the line. Finally, she spoke. “Well, I can understand you clearly, but that doesn’t mean we’ll jump into fire, does it?”

I was miffed by her response. I was angry that she would take everything so easy. I however kept my cool.

“Aren’t you concerned that my marriage is under a serious threat?”

“Oh, sorry about that. But aren’t you concerned that I have feelings too and that you shouldn’t treat me so disdainfully?”
It was my turn to sigh.

“Look,” she went on, “there’s no need to be anxious over this. Now that someone knows where we meet, the simple way out is to change the venue.”




The Naughty Sisters: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_naughty_sisters/32319

Flames33:
How can I get the story?

Thanks for your interest. It is available only on Okadabooks for now.

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royalguy123:
Op at a point you mentioned my mother-in-law
At another point you said my very own mother
So which are you referring to amongst the two mothers

I also spotted that too, pls author correct[/quote][quote author=stevyno1 post=114832294]Thank you for your observations. The errors have been corrected. It should read, "mother-in-law".

The Things Madam Kofo Did



Nini Nova


(C) 2022





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.




Get the book from: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-things-madam-kofo-did/49017

She groaned and arched her back. The gyrating movement made her to bounce up and down. I could hear the faint creaking of the bed. Let it creak more than that. We were past caring.
She moved in that riding position. In fact, she rode harder and higher. Our bodies burned with passion. It was a frenzy moment for two sex-crazed lovers. Martha bleeped and got bleeped. It was such a mutual thing. Some minutes later, she gasped and moaned. Her orgasm came, crashing through her body in wild and wicked waves. Her boobs quivered as her squirting pussy sucked on my very hard dick. She remained on me until she expended all her energy. She swept her legs off me, her messed pussy spitting out my creamy spills. I watched as my bloated organ surged with fluid and semen. The exercise, once again, made us short of breath. It took couples of minutes to full regain energy.
We had had enough for the day.
“When do we meet again?” I dared to ask.
She smiled at me. “Anytime you desire that we should meet.”
I nodded. “I’ll give you a call and let you know.”

* * *
My escapade with Maggie and Martha continued for several weeks. I was meeting each of them once in a week. I would meet Martha on Wednesday while it would be Maggie’s turn on Saturday. It had become a routine which I very much cherished. It continued for the period that Margaret did her industrial attachment with us. Even as she returned to the university to complete her course, we continued seeing, although days and time were rescheduled. Bola might suspect that I was seeing someone out, but she had not caught me red-handed, so she could not make a fuss. I did not know that the equanimity would soon end.
One Friday evening, I got home to meet a very hostile wife.
“What could be the problem, my dear?” I asked.
“Your infidelity is the problem,” she blurted out.
I was surprised. “What did you just say?”
“I said your infidelity is about to ruin this marriage,” she said, her voice going up.
I stopped to stare. “Where is that one coming from?”
She shoved her phone to my face. She had already opened a WhatsApp page that she brandished. I got the phone from her and read the message. It was from an unknown number. The message read:

Your shameless husband is seeing two sisters. He is so shameless to be committing fornication with the sisters. He normally takes them to Embassy Hotel for sexual romps. He takes them there in turn on Wednesday and Saturday. Anytime he goes out on Saturday, that is what he goes. Be wise.

“What! Who sent this?” I found my hand shaking and my voice trembling.
“Is it true or not, that is the issue,” she retorted. “Mayo, how could you do this to me?”
I was confounded. “It can’t be true.”
“That means it is true,” she fired back.
“Mayo, you’re cheating on me. You’re not only doing that; you’re doing it with sisters. How shameless you are!”


The Naughty Sisters: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_naughty_sisters/32319

She needed me as a date and she was a little lonely on her birthday, but I had no illusion that it would go further than that.

As a 23 year-old guy with a pulsing, throbbing, dick the only thing you can do is close your eyes and keep her vision in your head and masturbate until the release comes. I was still up at 11:00 pm trying to work on my engineering project and not think about Cynthia when the phone rang. It was Cynthia.

“Prince, it’s late and I see your light’s still on. Get to bed, you will need all your energy for tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”

Well, of course that got my stupid brain to relive the entire day and the sun dress, the smell of her perfume, her hair and our kiss. All of this resulted in another erection that simply wouldn’t go away.

The next day I was a bundle of nerves until the evening came. Cynthia called at 5:00 and said “Let’s head out at 7:00 ok? Come over and we’ll take my car. You drive since I’m your date.”

I had on my nicest black slacks and sport coat and very expensive Ferragamo black shoes. I went over to her house and her door was open. I went into the front room and called out for Cynthia. “I’ll be down in a second.” She called from up-stairs. A few minutes later she came down the stairs slowly. What can I say? She was stunning.

Yes, she had the black pleated mini skirt and the black blouse that we had purchased, but new additions included black stockings with an intricate pattern and with a garter belt showing just at the hem line. Also, under the see-through blouse was a new black push up bra that was super fine and showed the exact outline of her perfectly pert breast. The effect was luminous so that these perfect breasts just floated in mid-air behind this light curtain of black see-through silk.

Her black heels had little Rhine stones that sparkled and drew attention to her perfect long and slim feet and the heels added a just right one and a half inches to her height. She didn’t require any make up and had just a hint of lip gloss and blush to highlight her perfect skin. In her ears she had nice size diamond stud earrings that also sparkled against her luxurious black hair. She had added curls to her hair and a thin Rhine stone headband, which had an effect of making her look younger. Around her neck she wore a half inch black silk choker with a little silver heart. The total effect was hot, hot, hot. She looked like it could be her 18th birthday.

At the bottom of the stairs,Cynthia did a little twirl for effect, looked me in the eyes and said, “So, what do you think? Still up for a date with this divorcee, young man?”

I was speechless. She laughed. “Well, you picked the outfit, what do you think?”

I just gaped at her and I’m sure I looked like a lost puppy dog. “You’re beautiful!” was all I could say.

She laughed and her eyes sparkled. I pulled out my box and said, “Oh, I bought you a little present. It isn’t much, but I hope you like it. Happy Birthday!” It was a very delicate bracelet from Tiffany’s with a small silver heart and key. She opened it and then jumped forward, put her arms around me and gave me a kiss.

Putting it on she looked at me and said, “You’re learning young man. Very romantic! A heart and a key, a perfect gift for your date on her birthday. You will be rewarded later I promise you.”

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metalgear11:
I hope you are not going to leave this one half-finished.

royalguy123:
You just said my mind this op is a cronic story abandoner I wish he complete this one

Thanks for your interest.

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“Yes, yes, ma’am.” I ambled to the kitchen to bring my plate and sat at the edge of the table, far from her. She looked at my plate.

“Just one meat? Go ahead and give yourself one more turkey.”

I couldn’t help the smile that came. Thank God o. Now, I wished every day would be like this. I went to the kitchen to give myself the extra meat and soon returned. We ate in silence. I was a bit fidgety, so I rushed over my food.

“If you want more, go and get more,” she said.

“I’m …I’m okay, ma’am.”

I took my plates to the kitchen for washing. Some minutes later, she finished her food as well. After washing her plates, I lingered in the kitchen. Madam remained in the sitting-room, drinking from her wine.

I decided to retire to my room. As I walked inside the room, my mind was filled with so many thoughts. This good mood of Madam was touching. Could she extend the ‘goodness’ to asking me to share her bed? Or would she rather come to share mine? Would she want an intimacy with me?

She was slim and attractive and I wondered how her unclothedness would be. In my wild imagination I hoped I was going to find her naked in my bed wanting to have one built up Bleep session between the both of us.

This of course, remained wild imagination that was far from the reality; and was a mere wishful thinking on my part at the moment.

On getting into my bedroom, the bed was empty; no Madam or lady was waiting for me. I went to the bathroom/toilet attached to the bed-room to have a bath.

I needed to wash off the dirt and the smell of condiments that hanged over my body. Even though it was a warm night, there was a steady gentle breeze blowing throughout my room from the opened windows.

I realized how eventful the day had been. Madam Linda’s angle was particularly exciting. I stripped naked and pulled back my bedding, covering myself with nothing but the bed sheet.

I immediately feel into a very deep and somber sleep. Being in a very deep and tranquil sleep, I felt this absolutely wonderful and exciting hot sensation of warm moistness and a relaxing spongy feeling resonate throughout my body especially in my groin area.

What felt like hours actually turned out to be four to five minutes as the hot sensation was so captivating, I awoke sensing I had a rock-hard erection.

So, she went into the changing room and about ten minutes later came out like a vision from one of my dreams. The pleated mini skirt fit perfectly and was just long enough to look sexy, but not cheap.

She tied the blouse just above the mini skirt waist band revealing maybe one inch of flat and firm midriff and with the heals she looked like her legs went on forever rising up to that perfect rounded ass.

With the headband and the long silky hair, she absolutely did not look her age. “So, what do you think?” she asked.

“Perfect” I replied, “You look perfect!”

She looked at me skeptically. “OK, but do I look hot? Would you really take me on a date or would you just do it because it’s a favor for the divorcee next door?”

I looked back into her sparkling eyes and I could see she was having so much fun. “Really. If I saw you in a club, I would be too nervous to even ask you to dance.”

She laughed at that and said, “Good enough for me, let’s buy the outfit since it’s as hot as you claim.”

As we walked back through the mall towards the car, we were passing different places.

Cynthia stopped, put her hand up by my face and said, “You have been too sweet and patient. My husband would never shop with me like this. But I just don’t think my outfit is quite complete yet. You need to be a little more patient and go to a shopping complex, while I do a little more shopping, OK? I call you when I’m finished.”

With that she giggled and leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips right in the middle of the shopping mall and gently pushed me away towards the arcade. I was slightly confused but went to get some drinks.

Almost an hour later she called me and I met her by the exit for the car. She had a large bag from her shopping, but she wouldn’t tell me what was in it and kept grinning and seemed very happy with her purchases.

When we got home, I walked her to her door. She looked at me and smiled. She said, “Tomorrow I don’t want you to be nervous. I have my six closest lady-friends coming with their dates. We have a private room at the club and we’ll have some cool dancing.”

I said, “Great, see you tomorrow.”

As I turned, she looked disappointed. “Is this how you treat your dates?” she asked. I no doubt looked confused and I wondered what I had done wrong.

“Prince, if you end such a wonderful day and don’t give your date a kiss the way she is really going to feel you are not attracted to her. Are you not attracted to me?”

I started to feel embarrassed and stuttered.

“Come here, silly boy and give me a kiss. I had such a good time. You were a lot of help picking out the perfect birthday outfit.”

I leaned in to give her a light peck on the cheek and she took her left hand and shifted my face so our lips met and unlike her previous kisses this time she pressed in firmly and I could detect the slightest brush of her tongue.

My cock needed serious release as it pulsed down below. The whole day of bushing up against her, having her hang on my arm, watching her pose in her new black pleated mini skirt had driven me wild all day.

Cynthia put her arm behind the small of my back and pulled her body in the paper-thin sun dress against my body. I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest and her perfume wafted up and made my head spin. As she released me, I’m sure I looked completely dazed. “Tomorrow, don’t worry Prince, it won’t be a disappointment.”

I went home and up to my bedroom to have a release. It wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t what I needed. I wanted her body.

I wanted the real Cynthia! I wanted to enter her for real, but I knew that making love to her was just a dream. She needed me as a date and she was a little lonely on her birthday, but I had no illusion that it would go further than that.

“Yes. Absolutely. I can tell you’re mad at me and I’m trying to think of What I can say to make you less mad. I’m a guy - that’s What we do.”

“I knew this was a mistake,” she scoffed.

“My cow, Arin.” I rubbed my forehead, unable to think of any combination of words, numbers, or hieroglyphics that could make her calm down.

Briefly, I thought about just walking a way , giving her space, and hoping she’d figure it out on her own. But I realized that would be exactly What “a guy” would do, and for her I wanted to be better than that.

“Look, I’m not Going to come up with some amazing big speech that will suddenly make everything better. But I AM trying here.” Getting off the chair, I moved to sit beside my cousin and wrapped her up in a warm hug.

At the moment, it seemed like she would rather be hugged by a porcupine, but I squeezed harder and didn’t let her squirm a way . And when I started nibbling on her shoulder she acquiesced and stopped resisting, though she didn’t hug me back.

“I love you,” I stated in earnest, with a lot more feeling than before. “And I’m not saying that because we had sex. This past week has been amazing.

I have loved spending every minute with you, apart from maybe the last five minutes or so. I never thought I’d fall in love with you. you’re my little cousin and I wasn’t supposed to do that.

But it happened any way . I’ve been banging Bukky for weeks, but I never developed feelings for her. Yes, we’ve formed an intimate bond far deeper than we ever had before, but I plainly told her I wasn’t ‘in love’ with her. I fell in love with you.

Bukky was al way s the bossy big cousin. you and me: we’ve been at team for a lot longer than just the past few months. you’re my best friend during the day. you’re my cuddle partner at night.

Even if we’d never taken that next step of physical intimacy, I would have loved you just the same. I never said I’d want to see other people after the pandemic is over. I also never even thought about seeing other people after the pandemic is over.

The idea never entered my mind. So when Bukky asked the question, I didn’t have an immediate ‘no’ answer because I hadn’t stopped to think about it yet. that’s so far off into the future for me that it’s a complete unknown. But I will say this: Bukky is right.

There can’t be wedding bells and all that for us. you’re my cousin. I love you, and I’m IN love with you, but someday -I- will have to wrap my head around letting you Go. Or were you seriously considering being faithful to your own brother for the rest of your life?”

Arin frowned as she turned her head to look back at me, and I stopped talking. Arching an eyebrow, she deadpanned, “thought you weren’t Going to make some big speech.”

I blinked twice and shrugged.

Arin sighed and pushed at my arms for me to let her Go. I released her, and she stood up from the bed. “You know, I did think about What it would take to marry you, have kids, and live happily ever after.”

“Seriously?”

She pursed her lips and looked a way from me. “It kinda hurts that you never thought about it.”

“You’re my cousin. A week ago I wouldn’t even let myself fantasize about you; if I did, I’d force myself to imaging my hairy, fat college roommate doing whatever sexy thing I was picturing you doing. you, on the other hand, you said you’ve been in love with me for years. You’ve had a lot more time than me to wrap your head around this idea and think that far into the future.”

Waggling her head, Arin conceded, “Okay, fair enough.”

After I finished doing the suntan lotion my erection was too huge and I needed to retreat into the house and force it down. I told her I needed to check my computer and email for my project.

I quickly got back into the house and let my cock subside from its state of high excitement. About a half hour later, Cynthia called me again and I had changed into some slacks so I walked out by the pool.

She was standing by the door and she leaned into me and said, “Prince, thanks so much I had a really nice swim. Are you sure it’s ok for you to escort me to my birthday party?” I assured her I was more than happy to go to her party. Then she leaned in, put her hands on my waist and lightly kissed me, “You’re the sweetest.” Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Can I ask you one more tiny little favor?”

I replied: “No problem, your wish is my command.”

She laughed at that and then with her hair and lips intoxicatingly close to mine she said, “Well, I need a new outfit for the party. Can you come shopping with me tomorrow afternoon?”

I almost stuttered as I lost my composure once again, but finally was able to blurt out, “Yeah, of course.” She quickly said, “It’s a date then. Shopping tomorrow. I’ll come collect you at 3:00 ok?”

I was a bundle of nerves all night and had to masturbate twice to relive the excitement and even then I had a hard time sleeping. The next morning dragged on and I went through my closet several times to select my clothes for the shopping trip.

Finally, Cynthia arrived at the door in a stunning lavender sundress and sanders with no make-up and her hair pulled back with a headband. She looked twenty-one, not thirty with flawless smooth tanned skin!

What a beautiful face, sparkling eyes, she really was smiling and looked so happy.

“Ready to go and hit the shops?” she called. I walked towards her and her eyes sparkled. “Well, well, you do look like a handsome young man.”

I had on a pair of tan slacks and loafer shoes with an nice white shirt. She added: “Let’s take the Mercedes. All young men like nice cars.”

At the mall she looked in a number of shops. When we walked, she leaned in and held my arm and I could smell her perfume and feel her silk hair against my arm.

She said, “I hope you don’t mind, but if you’re my date tomorrow we need to look like we belong together so a little practice will help don’t you think.”

I smiled and she leaned in and gave me a hug. Good thing I had picked some slacks with an ample amount of space up front to accommodate my engorged prick.

Finally, she selected some clothes, a black pleated mini skirt and a black almost see-through blouse and a pair of black thin strap heels with little Rhine stone diamond features.

She looked at me, “What do you think? Too young looking for me?”

I looked at them and said, “Try it on first and let’s see.”

So, she went into the changing room and about ten minutes later came out like a vision from one of my dreams. The pleated mini skirt fit perfectly and was just long enough to look sexy, but not cheap.

She tied the blouse just above the mini skirt waist band revealing maybe one inch of flat and firm midriff and with the heals she looked like her legs went on forever rising up to that perfect rounded ass.