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My late husband wrote his son as the heir to all
his properties but everything should be under
my control until he reached the age of twenty-
one. I was the happiest woman in the world
even though his younger brother had been
coming arguing that I killed his brother because
I wanted to inherit everything. He had been
coming around the house disturbing until our
family lawyer read the will in the presence of
all family members. Busayo had been
depressed and I wanted to be closer to her so
as to encourage her that she can still find love
again. I employed her as the Accountant-in-
Chief of Ray and Sons Ltd. I’ve been seeing Mr.

Kayode only on official matters now. Moreover,
he was a married man and I wouldn’t want to
put two hearts asunder. But surprisingly, I
received a parcel from my gateman on reaching
home one afternoon. After coming down from
the car, I opened the parcel as I was walking
inside our home. It was a letter and a flower.
The cover had the title: “A Letter to My Boss’
Wife.”
Dear Tonia,

I’m sorry for writing you but read this letter
with “hakuri” because like the Latins say, “non
sum dingus”, I’m just not worthy. Deep inside
the bottomless part of my innermost heart is a
sweet madness which pushes me so hard to
write you this letter. My one and only
experience with you stole my heart away from
me.

First accept my sincerest condolences to you for
the lost of your husband, my boss and faithful
mentor. To tell you the truth, since I
encountered you, I’ve longed for something
more. You brought sunshine into my life’s
pathway no matter the misery and melancholy
that characterize our unsecured condition in the
country. Since you took over the position of
your late husband, you’ve been the loving
object of my eyes. How stupid am I but I can’t
spend a day without the thought of you. My
days are filled with sadness without you. Where
have you been? Where, oh where have you
been leaving my heart so sour? I’m trying to
reach your heart with my true words,
whispering that I love you.

I cannot live another day, no, not another day
without you. Listen to me, take my heart and
soul even though I’m a married man and you, a
widow.

I love you.
Kisses
From Kayode.

What is this? “Listen to me, take my heart and
soul even though I’m a married man and you, a
widow.”

This man must be unfaithful to his wife. Why
would he be asking me of such a thing? I went
to the kitchen and quickly burned the letter and
the flower inclusive. I can’t take this rubbish. I
decided to discuss with Busayo who stopped by
my house on her way from the market the next
day.

“Bussy-baby, there’s something I’ve been
meaning to share with you since yesterday.”

“What’s that?”

“You know Kayode in the office?”

“Yes, the one whom we met when we went
shopping for my sham marriage naah.”

“Perfect, he wrote me a letter asking me to be
his girl friend. He has the guts to say since he’s
married and I’m a widow.”

“What the hell! And what did you say to him in
reply?”

“I’ve not replied him yet. I want to cease his
employment and make him jobless.”

“No, don’t go that far; he’s one of the most
diligent of all the workers in your company.”

“Then I would give him the warning of his life.”

“That will be fine for you’re his boss’ wife, his
new boss.”

——————–

Although I burnt his parcel and warned him
embarrassingly in the office, I couldn’t stop
thinking of him. I remembered the way Kayode
kissed me; his luscious lips tasted like mint
explosion. It was a perfect meeting and mating
I had since longed for more. Switching off the
lights in Odin’s room at night, my son
exclaimed.

“Mummy, I love you!”

“I love you too honey.”

“But I know something about the bomb blast
that mummy does not know.”

“That’s my baby.” I said as we both laughed.
I went to my room that night thinking of
Kayode. Sunk was I in thoughts, imagining
myself in his arms. As I was touching myself,
my phone rang. It was a text message so I didn’t
bother to check it. Since the death of his father,
I’ve been calling Odin the names I used to call
his dad. Odin loves me and I don’t want any
Kayode to come in between our happy lives but
the truth is that I have not been able to stop
thinking of him. What has been happening to
me is what I do not know right now. Leaving my
room, I went peeping to see whether Odin has
slept off. Yes, he had slept off. Going back to
my room, I picked up my phone to read
through the message; it was Kayode.

“Please don’t say no to me for my life is in your
hands. I’ve been sick because my heart leaves
me daily in search of you. Make me well again
by saying yes. I love you.”

What will I do now? I can’t deny the fact that
thoughts of him have been the predominant
thing on my mind. Should I say yes and keep
the affair hidden from Busayo and my son? Yes,
that’s what I will do. Kayode is such a handsome
and romantic man.

I pressed the reply button and send a reply to
him.

“I love you too Kayode-baby and let’s meet
tomorrow at 10am to begin our love
peregrination.”

Before I knew it, he called me immediately.

“I’m so happy you accepted.”

“I couldn’t run away from my feelings. It was
the best thing I could do.”

“But won’t your son be home by 10am
tomorrow?”

“Are you not a dad, tomorrow is a school day
man…c’mon go to bed.”

“I love you.” He said with a singing voice.

“I love you too hon…good night.” I stopped
immediately. I shouldn’t call him what I used to
call my late husband; his son deserves that
more than any man in the world. My husband
has just been buried and I’m about to begin a
relationship with another man.

When I drove Odin to school the next door, he
reminded me of his father. He was such a good
child, doing things far above his age.

“I love mummy.” He said to the gateman.

“I love you too honey.” I shouted, smiling.
While on my way home, I put a call to my
secretary, intimating her that I will not be in
the office today because of an important
appointment. Appointment ke? I smiled as I
increased my speed, overtaking cars imagining
that Kayode was already waiting for me.

I reached home and changed to something
simple. I wore a jean shorts and a T-shirt. I
moved to the sitting room and put on the telly,
quickly channeling to telemundo. Before I
finished watching a scene, a car horned. It was
Kayode horning to get into my house.

“Ooh, I’m so glad you made it.” I said.

“I excused myself from office today.” He said.

“We have all the time for us. The whole world
can wait.”

“Yes dear, we can catch some fun here.”

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Sarah first met Dayo when a friend of hers
introduced them.

Dayo was an upcoming artiste and Titi (her
Friend) worked as the PR in the record Label
Dayo was signed on to. He was the first artiste
she had met, and the sweetest; not to mention
the sexiest!
Sarah and Dayo made plans to meet in a local
hotspot. They made small talk for a little
while, then a friend of his (Uche) joined them.

The trio chatted for a few minutes then Dayo
asked Sarah if she wanted to leave; the place
was a bit of a madhouse actually, so she
agreed. They waved goodbye to Uche as they
made their way down the wide stairwell of the
building.

Sarah asked what was next on the agenda.

“Well, I’d like a drink,” answered Dayo, “but I’m
not really up for a bar right now” he added
quickly, seeing her wince.

“My place is up the way just a bit tho, just a
couple of minutes” Dayo added.

They both agreed that it sounded much better
than a noisy crowded bar. They drove in
silence for about 5 minutes, it was a bit chilly
that night, and as Sarah liked to dress up she
still felt a bit under dressed for the cool
weather; especially at 11:30 pm. Dayo stopped
in front of a beautiful building and unlocked
the door.

He led her in.

“Make yourself comfortable” he said.
Sarah headed for the couch near the window.

Dayo came in with a bottle of red wine and
two glasses. He sat down next to her on the
couch, and gently turned her around so she
could lean against Him. They sat in silence for
a moment until Dayo went to the Home
Theatre System and turned it on.

Immediately, the opening strains of “Swim
Good” by Frank Ocean softly filled the room.
Dayo turned her further and put his lips near
her right ear.

“Why so tense beautiful?”

“Well,I’m not really used to accompanying guys
home on the first date, not even hot artistes”
Sarah replied.

He laughed softly and said “don’t worry about
it, I’m not really in the habit of bringing girls
home on the first date either not even the
beautiful ones like you”
He put his hands on her shoulders, causing her
to jump.

“Relax,” he whispered in her ear. “I just want
to get some of the kinks in your shoulders and
neck out.”

He started gently kneading Sarah’s tense
muscles, and slowly the tension drained away.
He moved one hand from her shoulders and
brought it up to caress her cheek and the side
of her neck.

Sarah leaned back till she was laying in his
arms. He brought his hand up to her cheek
again, and softly caressed it. Then he leaned
forward and kissed her forehead. He looked
into her eyes and asked if he could kiss her.

She reached up and ran her fingers through his
hair and gently pulled his head down. When
their lips met, Sarah immediately understood
what people meant when they talked about
fireworks. She had kissed quite a few men
before, but never was it like this.

A guttural groan escaped Dayo’s throat and he
pulled away from her slightly. He lifted her
slightly and got up from the loveseat. He took
her by the hand and pulled her to her feet.

Dayo led her into his bedroom, and over to
the bed. They lay down on the bed, Sarah on
her back, and Dayo lying over on top of her.
He leaned his head down and kissed her again.

Deeper and hotter this time. His tongue thrust
into her mouth and stroked hers hotly, wetly,
urgently. She moaned and arched her hips,
bringing her pelvis up to meet his, feeling his
rock hard cock straining against his pants. He
rubbed against her making her moan again.

He stopped kissing her and sat up, pulled her
up with him and tugged her sweater up and
over her head revealing her black lace bra. He
reached up and cupped her 34C breasts,
teasing the nipples, making her cry out with
pleasure. She reached over and tugged his
shirt from the waistband of his pants. He stood
up and removed the shirt and undid his belt.

She took over then and his pants and silk
boxers quickly hit the floor.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her
slacks and slowly slid them down.

Sarah pulled him back onto the bed with her
and straddled him. In a lightning fast move, he
rolled her over and captured her wrists,
holding them lightly above her head. He
recaptured her lips with his, and holding her
wrists down with one powerful hand,he teased
her wetness with his dick. She moaned and
begged him to Bleep her.

“Are you sure you want it baby?” he asked.
“Oh God YES!!” She cried. “Please Bleep me
now!”
He slowly slid his dick down into position at
the entrance to her soaking wet and waiting
pussy. With one gentle thrust he was inside
her, all the way to the hilt.

“Oh God! he felt so good!” Sarah thought..
He wasn’t overly long, maybe 5 inches, but he
was very thick and he stretched her hole
deliciously. He bleeped her gently at first,
kissing her all the while. As they both came
closer to peaking, he increased the tempo.

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