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After God, fear woman.

Gmathias:
My boss, Mr James and I were pretty close, we were not like besties or anything, but often times our conversations ventured into non-professional territories.
I liked him a lot as a person, but I had harboured a huge secret from him for years. I had an intense sexual attraction to his wife. I met her on their wedding day and I could deny her beauty or how it captivated me. I could not keep my eyes off her luscious lips or her sexy backside. In the two years, they had been married, my physical reaction to her had not been altered. Of course, I did not see her as often as I wanted, but sometimes, Mr James would ask me to go pick her up at her workplace and take her home whenever he had to stay late at the office for meetings. These instances were few and far between. It had probably just happened about five times in the last couple of years.
During those times, I would drive her home in silence but my eyes would often dart to where she sat beside me and I would let my mind roam. She had this tendency to wear short skirts to work so I would entertain myself my watching as her sleek thighs sensually move as I drove. In the 45 minutes or so that it took for me to get her home, my mind would be filled with thoughts of undressing her and burying myself in her hole.
One Monday afternoon, Mr James asked to speak with me. He confessed to me that an ex-girlfriend of his was back in Nigeria for the week. Evidently, they broke up because she had to travel abroad for her Masters. According to him, she had returned and would be going back at the end of the week. She had also expressed an interest in meeting with him and enjoying a few days of fun before she had to go back. He talked about how he did not want to let the opportunity pass by so every day after work, that week, he would meet up with her and be there until later in the night when he would go home. He asked if it was possible for me to pick up his wife and take her home all through the week.
My heart leapt with joy. I imagined how wonderful it would be to be in Mr James' wife's company every day for a whole week. I immediately agreed.
The first couple of days were pretty uneventful. On Wednesday, I picked her up and noticed that she seemed tensed and unhappy. A few times, she seemed like she wanted to say something but thought the better of it.
When I parked the car in front of her home, she finally turned to me and asked, "he is not really having board meetings after work, is he?"
I opened my mouth, trying to figure out the best way to answer her when she shook her head. "You would not tell me the truth, anyway," then opened the door on her side and climbed out.
I sat where I was parked for a while, contemplating my next move until, finally, I gave up and drove home.
Dropping her off the next day was different. Perhaps it occurred to her that she had exposed too much of herself to me the evening before because she tried to initiate random conversations. She talked about her job and asked about mine. She wanted to know more about me, where I was from, what I did for fun and so on. The conversation left me a little uncomfortable but that changed when I dropped her off and she asked if I wanted to come in.
She offered me some juice and sat by me as we drank. She had that same tensed silence she did the day before when she asked about what her husband really did after work. I knew a bombshell was coming. I was right.


"Why is it only possible for men to have affairs and not for women?" She asked.
I pretended to take another sip of juice, trying to choose my words carefully. There was a lot to gain her if I did.
After a while, I said, "well, women do have affairs too. I know some who do. But most of them do so because something is missing in their marriage."
She looked at me, frowning her face at her words. "What could be missing, though? How does a woman justify stepping out on her husband?"
"Women have needs and once a woman is made to feel less than, made to feel insecure or unattractive, she might choose to find that validation elsewhere. I don't condone it or anything, but...." I paused, knowing the territory I was about to enter. "... If I had a woman as beautiful and smart as you, the best part of my day would be coming home every day to show her how much I treasure her. So a woman who does not get to feel that way might..." I let the sentence hang.
She smiled at me at the compliment but soon after, she informed me that she had some work stuff to take care of, which I took as my cue to leave.
As I stood up, she came closer and gave me a hug. I felt all my senses begin to buzz as her body pressed against mine and my hands slid to her waist. The hug went on for seconds longer than it should and slowly, I moved my hands towards her ass, enjoying the way the curve felt underneath my palms. I worried that she would move away but she did not. In fact, she moved so close that her breasts were pressed tightly against mine.
When we finally parted, she tilted her head up and I leant down, causing my mouth to meet hers. The next couple of minutes were a haze of getting each other's clothes off, my mouth on her mouth, neck and breasts and my hands everywhere. We were soon on the couch, her naked body writhing underneath me. I was kissing her and moving my groin against her as my hard cock poked her. Her hands gripped my shoulder and her legs spread. Her eyes begged me to take her but she was to scared to say the words.
Holding my excited cock, I found her entrance and plunged. She cried out and I used my mouth to cover hers, swallowing her sounds. I began to move in and out of her, her warm wetness enveloped me as her pussy walls tightened against my dick. She began to gyrate her hips gently, making me enter her even deeper as she continued to moan in pleasure.
"Yes... Bleep yeahhh... it has been too long... Bleep me, God, yes..." she was whispering as I went in and out. The way she moaned, the movement of her body against mine and the fact that I had dreamt of this moment for so long made it definite that I would not last long. I made sure to grind against her, rubbing against her clit as I bleeped, hoping to make her cum before I found my release. I bent my head and took one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking the hardened nipple as  I bleeped her.
Her breath became faster and she threw her head back in bliss. "Yes. Make me cum. Yes. Yes. I am cumming. Bleep! Yes. Ohhh.." she was saying as she got close. I kept on doing what I was doing, urging her to let go until finally, her grip on my shoulder was so tight that her nails dug into my skin and she gave the loudest cry yet, shuddering underneath me.
Watching her cum so hard pushed me over the edge too and I began to ram my cock hard and fast inside her until I was spilling my essence up her wet cunt.
The next day, which was supposed to be the last day I would drive her home, things got even more heated. We did not waste time on the conversation. As soon as we entered her home, clothes came off but this time, she turned her back, held on to the back of the couch and gave me access to her from behind.
I got to pump my cock into her pussy as I watched the ass I had spent so long fantasising about. I grabbed her ass cheeks tight as I entered her, again and again. She screamed my name and wiggled her ass against me as I bleeped. Her hand began to tease her clit until she was squirting cum everywhere. After a few minutes, I brought my hands around to hold onto her boobs as I plunged so deeply and came hard in her.
This was six months ago and we had not seen each other or talked since then. I wondered if we would ever get another chance

Gmathias:
My boss, Mr James and I were pretty close, we were not like besties or anything, but often times our conversations ventured into non-professional territories.
I liked him a lot as a person, but I had harboured a huge secret from him for years. I had an intense sexual attraction to his wife. I met her on their wedding day and I could not deny her beauty or how it captivated me. I could not keep my eyes off her luscious lips or her sexy backside. In the two years, they had been married, my physical reaction to her had not been altered. Of course, I did not see her as often as I wanted, but sometimes, Mr James would ask me to go pick her up at her workplace and take her home whenever he had to stay late at the office for meetings. These instances were few and far between. It had probably just happened about five times in the last couple of years.
During those times, I would drive her home in silence but my eyes would often dart to where she sat beside me and I would let my mind roam. She had this tendency to wear short skirts to work so I would entertain myself my watching as her sleek thighs sensually move as I drove. In the 45 minutes or so that it took for me to get her home, my mind would be filled with thoughts of undressing her and burying myself in her hole.
One Monday afternoon, Mr James asked to speak with me. He confessed to me that an ex-girlfriend of his was back in Nigeria for the week. Evidently, they broke up because she had to travel abroad for her Masters. According to him, she had returned and would be going back at the end of the week. She had also expressed an interest in meeting with him and enjoying a few days of fun before she had to go back. He talked about how he did not want to let the opportunity pass by so every day after work, that week, he would meet up with her and be there until later in the night when he would go home. He asked if it was possible for me to pick up his wife and take her home all through the week.
My heart leapt with joy. I imagined how wonderful it would be to be in Mr James' wife's company every day for a whole week. I immediately agreed.
The first couple of days were pretty uneventful. On Wednesday, I picked her up and noticed that she seemed tensed and unhappy. A few times, she seemed like she wanted to say something but thought the better of it.
When I parked the car in front of her home, she finally turned to me and asked, "he is not really having board meetings after work, is he?"
I opened my mouth, trying to figure out the best way to answer her when she shook her head. "You would not tell me the truth, anyway," then opened the door on her side and climbed out.
I sat where I was parked for a while, contemplating my next move until, finally, I gave up and drove home.
Dropping her off the next day was different. Perhaps it occurred to her that she had exposed too much of herself to me the evening before because she tried to initiate random conversations. She talked about her job and asked about mine. She wanted to know more about me, where I was from, what I did for fun and so on. The conversation left me a little uncomfortable but that changed when I dropped her off and she asked if I wanted to come in.
She offered me some juice and sat by me as we drank. She had that same tensed silence she did the day before when she asked about what her husband really did after work. I knew a bombshell was coming. I was right.


"Why is it only possible for men to have affairs and not for women?" She asked.
I pretended to take another sip of juice, trying to choose my words carefully. There was a lot to gain her if I did.
After a while, I said, "well, women do have affairs too. I know some who do. But most of them do so because something is missing in their marriage."
She looked at me, frowning her face at her words. "What could be missing, though? How does a woman justify stepping out on her husband?"
"Women have needs and once a woman is made to feel less than, made to feel insecure or unattractive, she might choose to find that validation elsewhere. I don't condone it or anything, but...." I paused, knowing the territory I was about to enter. "... If I had a woman as beautiful and smart as you, the best part of my day would be coming home every day to show her how much I treasure her. So a woman who does not get to feel that way might..." I let the sentence hang.
She smiled at me at the compliment but soon after, she informed me that she had some work stuff to take care of, which I took as my cue to leave.
As I stood up, she came closer and gave me a hug. I felt all my senses begin to buzz as her body pressed against mine and my hands slid to her waist. The hug went on for seconds longer than it should and slowly, I moved my hands towards her ass, enjoying the way the curve felt underneath my palms. I worried that she would move away but she did not. In fact, she moved so close that her breasts were pressed tightly against mine.
When we finally parted, she tilted her head up and I leant down, causing my mouth to meet hers. The next couple of minutes were a haze of getting each other's clothes off, my mouth on her mouth, neck and breasts and my hands everywhere. We were soon on the couch, her naked body writhing underneath me. I was kissing her and moving my groin against her as my hard cock poked her. Her hands gripped my shoulder and her legs spread. Her eyes begged me to take her but she was to scared to say the words.
Holding my excited cock, I found her entrance and plunged. She cried out and I used my mouth to cover hers, swallowing her sounds. I began to move in and out of her, her warm wetness enveloped me as her pussy walls tightened against my dick. She began to gyrate her hips gently, making me enter her even deeper as she continued to moan in pleasure.
"Yes... Bleep yeahhh... it has been too long... Bleep me, God, yes..." she was whispering as I went in and out. The way she moaned, the movement of her body against mine and the fact that I had dreamt of this moment for so long made it definite that I would not last long. I made sure to grind against her, rubbing against her clit as I bleeped, hoping to make her cum before I found my release. I bent my head and took one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking the hardened nipple as  I bleeped her.
Her breath became faster and she threw her head back in bliss. "Yes. Make me cum. Yes. Yes. I am cumming. Bleep! Yes. Ohhh.." she was saying as she got close. I kept on doing what I was doing, urging her to let go until finally, her grip on my shoulder was so tight that her nails dug into my skin and she gave the loudest cry yet, shuddering underneath me.
Watching her cum so hard pushed me over the edge too and I began to ram my cock hard and fast inside her until I was spilling my essence up her wet cunt.
The next day, which was supposed to be the last day I would drive her home, things got even more heated. We did not waste time on the conversation. As soon as we entered her home, clothes came off but this time, she turned her back, held on to the back of the couch and gave me access to her from behind.
I got to pump my cock into her pussy as I watched the ass I had spent so long fantasising about. I grabbed her ass cheeks tight as I entered her, again and again. She screamed my name and wiggled her ass against me as I bleeped. Her hand began to tease her clit until she was squirting cum everywhere. After a few minutes, I brought my hands around to hold onto her boobs as I plunged so deeply and came hard in her.
This was six months ago and we had not seen each other or talked since then. I wondered if we would ever get another chance

Gmathias:
Tuesday, June 30, 2020, is a day 42-year-old old Aliyu Umaru will not forget in a hurry. It was the day Halima, the first wife of Umaru, severed his manhood with a knife.

He groaned in pains as he lay on a bed at the Federal Teaching Hospital, Gombe State, where he was referred to after the incident occurred in Taraba State.


Umaru said, “I’m a veterinary medicine dealer. I trade in animal drugs. I’m 42 years old with two wives and two children. The first wife had a male child and a female from the second. The first wife Halima is pregnant. I stay in Tella under Gasso LGA of Taraba State. I was transferred from the Federal Medical Centre, Taraba to the Federal Teaching Hospital, Gombe.”

When our correspondent visited the hospital, the victim cut a pitiable sight and urethra catheter fixed to his body to pass urine as his detached manhood was kept in nylon for safekeeping.

Umaru narrated the incident in a sadness-coated voice, “After I returned from work, I got water to take my bath and ate the food prepared by my wife before I slept. I was later awoken by a sharp pain and I screamed.

“My wife chopped off my ‘bura’ (penis). It was then neighbours were alerted. I can’t say if my food or water was laced with anything with the way I slept deeply. My wife has finished my life and it is unfortunate.”

Reports noted that Halima had been having issues with her husband and the younger wife before the incident.

According to the victim’s younger brother, 40-year-old Usman, the act may not be unconnected with their mum’s plea that they should relocate which Halima didn’t support.

He stated that the second wife visited their mother residing in Jalingo, the state capital, who urged them to relocate to Jalingo.

Usman stated, “We are originally from Lukari but driven to Tela due to the conflict. The family rented a house for him and they were to move from Tela to Jalingo on Wednesday morning.

“It was in the middle of the night that my phone rang and the caller was my brother who managed to tell me what happened to him. He was immediately taken to the Federal Medical Centre in Taraba, to stop the bleeding and undergo surgery. But they couldn’t perform the surgery because they said they don’t have equipment for his type of operation. It was there that they advised us to look for any available health facility.”

He ruled out jealousy, adding that his brother was faithful to his two wives.

He further said, ”Our mum only insisted that my brother must leave Tela with his family to Jalingo. Already, his second wife is in Jalingo. My brother said his first wife was not comfortable with the arrangement. She didn’t want to stay in Jalingo.

“We told people not to touch her. The deed has been done and we can’t reverse it. We have left her to the Almighty God. Whatever is done to her will not bring back my brother’s manhood.’’

Appealing to well-meaning individuals to assist his brother, he said, “We are underprivileged and begging philanthropists to help us facilitate his pre-and post-surgery treatment. Right now we are expected to pay about N100, 000 for the procedure and medicine.”

Patient in stable condition

Head of Department Accident and Emergency, Federal Teaching Hospital, Gombe, Dr. Nuhu Musa, noted that the patient would get adequate medical attention.

Describing his department as the entry point for first-time patients, he added that the patient had been stabilised.

Nuhu stated, “A specialist has reviewed the patient and we have discussed. The patient will be moved to the theatre for operation. He is stable and being properly administered with intravenous fluid as well as other emergency drugs before the specialist came to see him. The surgery is today (Thursday). They have booked it as an emergency case.”