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(Continued from Episode 11...)

The fact remains that Mrs. Chima was wedded to Egunu state governor, and I’m not particularly proud that I’ve been sleeping with her. But I have a message for you which propelled me to write my story:

You see, in life, no matter who you are today in your society or, who you may become in your environment tomorrow, your spouse is the most precious person you have in your life. Why not pay more attention to the love of your life? If you ever give your spouse the inkling that you’re no longer loyal to the relationship, the consequences may be your own servant taking your place in the life of your spouse.

I’ve been f^cking the governor’s wife. Yes, but I’m not regretting the experience. My soul blends harmoniously with hers. The governor’s lack of attention to his wife made she and I realize how harmonious our souls are. Now, I’m willing to do all within my power to restate her dignity and self-respect even if it means working to legally end her marriage to the governor. The first lady and I have genuine love for each other, and we have plans to marry each other as soon as her divorce to governor Chima is complete.

However, I’ll keep respecting the governor, and will ensure Claret keeps respecting him as the father of her son. I wish the governor well.

I just successfully defended my PhD dissertation in criminology.

Thanks for your time.

James Okoloji

Ithaca, New York

-END-

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(Continued from Episode 11...)

The fact remains that Mrs. Chima was wedded to Egunu state governor, and I’m not particularly proud that I’ve been sleeping with her. But I have a message for you which propelled me to write my story:

You see, in life, no matter who you are today in your society or, who you may become in your environment tomorrow, your spouse is the most precious person you have in your life. Why not pay more attention to the love of your life? If you ever give your spouse the inkling that you’re no longer loyal to the relationship, the consequences may be your own servant taking your place in the life of your spouse.

I’ve been f^cking the governor’s wife. Yes, but I’m not regretting the experience. My soul blends harmoniously with hers. The governor’s lack of attention to his wife made she and I realize how harmonious our souls are. Now, I’m willing to do all within my power to restate her dignity and self-respect even if it means working to legally end her marriage to the governor. The first lady and I have genuine love for each other, and we have plans to marry each other as soon as her divorce to governor Chima is complete.

However, I’ll keep respecting the governor, and will ensure Claret keeps respecting him as the father of her son. I wish the governor well.

I just successfully defended my PhD dissertation in criminology.

Thanks for your time.

James Okoloji

Ithaca, New York

-END-

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aprilwise:
Is this story a friction or real? Although I once heard that enugue's governor nd his wife has problem. Anyway ride on.

how do you perceive the story?

[Continued from Episode 10….]

The first lady shared a similar thought with me.

I kissed her forehead and muttered to her that I loved her so much. Though Mrs. Chima didn’t say anything as I expressed my love for her, her facial expression and the spontaneous nod she gave told me she had similar feelings for me too.

Then, placing her head on my right chest, I cupped her naked body with my right arm as we lay on my bed, I asked her what she thought about her marriage to Governor Oliver Chima of Egunu state? Her response showed me she was a little confused about the way forward. The first lady told me plainly Governor Oliver Chima was the father of her 4 years old son but that her marriage to the governor had broken down, and there’s no longer harmony and intimacy between them. In fact, they hadn’t f^cked as husband and wife since their only son was born four years ago.

“Damn!” I exclaimed.

I was startled by what I heard the first lady say about her relationship with the governor. So I asked “Why then have you stayed with him as wife all these while?”

The first lady answered my question as she told me that she had continued to stay in the marriage and at Egunu government house with hope that the governor would change his ways, become more of a responsible father, a committed leader at home, and a loyal lover of his wife. She also explained to me how several members of her family prevailed on her not to leave the governor because they were benefiting from him directly.

“Yes, that’s true.” I agreed.

The first lady gently rubbing my chest, kissed me on the neck and said: “James, I understand you so much as you also understand me. I feel a certain kind of harmony with you which I’ve never felt for any other man including my husband. I love you James.”

I felt good as I hear the governor’s wife say those words to me. Then, I kissed her on her forehead again and squeezed her full soft breasts a few seconds.

Afterwards, I told Mrs. Chima that I knew she had not been enjoying an harmonious relationship with the governor for years. I also recounted how even the President of Naigara and his wife, Patricia, had intervened at some point without success. The situation had inevitably led to a lot of embarrassing moments for her. Therefore, it’s quite suicidal to hang on to marriage.

The first lady then told me that she has learnt the hard way that wedding is not the same as marriage.

“Yes, you answer his name because he wedded you but there is no marriage between you two. Your souls are not blended in harmony. In a spiritual sense, you two are not married even though you had your wedding in a church.” I said.

Somehow, my hand slid down to her cl*t and made a few strokes at the tip.

Mrs. Chima then admitted she had lost a large part of her self-esteem due to the lack of harmony in her marriage but that nothing will stop her from restating her dignity and self-respect as a woman. No woman will maintain a stable self-esteem and womanly grace under the conditions she had been through under such a nasty marriage setting

The only way to terminate this kind of bad marriage is divorce.

[To be concluded in Episode 12…]

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[Continued from Episode 9.... ]

In America, I had been a normal guy - 38 years old, well built in physique, handsome, and well-to-do with a 7 inches d*ck - living alone in New York.

When I resigned as the lead security agent to Egunu state First lady, I left Naigara and moved to Ithaca, New York for my PhD at Cornell University. So I worked part time while my Doctorate programme lasted.

It had been a while I saw Claret Chima (Egunu state first lady) - my sweetheart - my soulmate. After her rescue from the governor's lodge, she called me (one morning) and told me she'll be leaving UK where she'd been for medical check-up but will be needing a vacation. So, I invited her to come stay for a while with me in New York.

A few days later the first lady arrived New York. My doorbell rang as soon as she got to my apartment. She had worn shorts and a tank top. She had an amazing body. Gosh! I couldn't recognize (at a glance) that it was the governor's wife whom I had covered as a bodyguard in Naigara that was looking all chicked-up and sexy.

Claret was happy to see me just as I was happy to see her too. But by the look of her face, she had been sexually starved and frustrated even as a woman married to a governor in Naigara. I had gotten hard thinking about it.

However, I had the night off so we went out to a club. We flexed, caught up with one another and talked about life and the recent travails she had experienced in Naigara. In no time, She was getting tipsy and started telling me about the dryness and starvation her s*x life had experienced since I left Naigara. She hadn't had any s*x since our tryst on the governor's office table.

By the end of the night we were both drunk. I told her how I had kept myself loyal and devoted to her course since we I started sleeping with her back home in Naigara. Her comment to me was a question that startled me: "You want to have me for life?" She asked.

"Lets go to my Apartment" was what I told her.

When we got there, the first lady was all over me. She undid my belt, pulled down my pants. I was completely hard. She went straight to my d*ck & s^cked me off for 15 minutes till she said she wants me in her. I threw her on my bed. Then, took my p*nis and rubbed it on her cl*t. She was soaking wet. I shoved in the head of my love-stick, she moaned as she whispered "F^ck me all night, baby!"

"I want your tight p^ssy on my d*ck, bae!" was my response.

I went right into her. I pounded and pounded, harder and faster every time. She moaned "oh, uyyy, just like that! Your making me cum!"

With one last stroke she came. I was almost there so I pulled out and came on her belly. I was still rock hard so I went down on her till she came again. We had fun like two love sick jailbirds that just gained freedom after 10 years.

Something about that night was special. As we lay side by side on the bed, I was thinking "what's the way forward with us?"

[To be continued in Episode 11... ]

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[Continued from Episode 8…]

I stood up from the bench I had sat on, and walked around my backyard thinking about how to help Claret Chima regain the freedom and life she had lost as a result of the restriction of movement the governor had imposed on her. I said to myself: “James, the governor’s wife had cared for you when you needed care… You have to do all you can to help her now and fast.”

I continued contemplating how to come to the first lady’s rescue.

All of a sudden, inspiration came from nowhere physical around me but from a higher realm I guess!

I was inspired to reach out (from my base in New York) to some members of the human rights community I had known back home in Naigara, and a certain legal practitioner who had a genuinely cordial and friendly relationship with the first lady, Emife Alanafa, to save her from her husband. The first lady and I co-ordinated our efforts and made a public appeal for help, and our appeal generated reactions from Naigarans, and the civil society with several accusations against the governor, most of which bothered on unlawful detention and violence against women, given the physical and psychological suffering Mrs. Claret Chima was reported to be facing.

I was extremely glad when I realized the effort to rescue the first lady had yielded desired fruits. Naigarans came to her rescue, and Mrs. Claret Chima was then “liberated.” I advised her following her exit from Egunu state government house to relocate to one of her houses at Ajuba – the federal capital, away from the grips of her husband or his influence. She took my advice and moved to Ajuba from were she flew to UK for medical check-up before coming to New York to stay with me for a while.

Meanwhile, all the governor had to say to the public was simply to accuse his wife of so many things. He had also told the whole world that she had mental problem and that her friends were into diabolical stuff.

But then, after the first lady left Egunu state, Egunu government house and its occupants were left alone unhindered against the many ‘gifts’ that were brought to the government house courtesy of the numerous aides of the governor from the nearby tertiary institutions. Typically, selected and trusted aides to the governor were sent out to the many campuses around Egunu to scout for potential bed-mates for the governor. The aides usually return with up to four [4] girls who were believed to fit the governors specifications – large breasts, slim and tall. These tasks were carried out on a nightly basis – when the governor was present in the state.

It was obvious to the first lady and I that her absence in Egunu government house, had exacerbated the daily ‘runs’ practice to a near daily fiesta – with some of the ‘runs’ girls reportedly staying back at the government house for days and sometimes weeks before returning to their hostels or homes.

As the governor was frolicking with undergraduates who were age-mates of his first daughter from his first wife, the first lady and I had become closer to each other, fell in genuine love with each other, and f^cked more often.

[To be continued in Episode 10…]

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[Continued from Episode 7.... ]

I cut short my evening walk and returned to my apartment. Then, I replied the first lady's text message. "Please, do me an email on the matter. Let me have some details. Thanks" was the content of my reply SMS.

I quickly turned on my computer system and went online. About 15 minutes later, the first lady's email to me entered. I opened the mail and read the details of the governor's madness - how he had physically and psychologically abused her - at Egunu State House ever since that moment his Special Adviser on Security Matters showed him the footage of that s*x tape to see for himself.

Then, I went to my liquor bar, pulled a bottle of Scotch Whiskey, filled the tumbler I had on my left hand, and headed to my Study to think. I read the email again analyzing every sentence to grasp the hidden facts of the situation. As I stepped up the vibrations of my thought, an idea bolted into my mind.

"Let the governor's wife tem act insane! She must pretend to be psychologically disturbed again. That way she may be protected from the law." Was the idea that hit my mind as I thought deeply about the situation.

I knew, as a Masters degree holder in Forensic Psychology, that since the first lady had suffered a psychological disorder known as reactive depression in the past due to her husband's ill-treatment any good lawyer could easily claim, before the law, that the tension at Egunu State House (in recent times) had caused her to relapse to that psychologically disturbing condition. Besides, successfully pretending to be psychologically disturbed will change the focus from the s*x tape to the first lady's psychological health, and as such, the s*x tape matter will die due to lack of further attention.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "That's the smart work we have to do."

Immediately, I replied the first lady's email explaining to her why she must pretend to be psychologically disturbed for a few weeks.

She got my email, and started acting psychologically disturbed as stated in the mail. This development put everybody especially the governor into confusion. He ordered that the First lady's movement be restricted to the State House till further notice.

I smiled with a mischievous grin on my face as I read the first lady's secret SMS in which she informed me of how well the idea had been working. Then, I said to myself "It's been four weeks of acting insane under house arrest, how do I help Mrs. Chima gain her freedom back?"

{to be continued in Episode 9...]

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[Continued from Episode 6... ]

The first Lady equally had a similar deep gut feeling that something had change in the family since I f^cked her on her husband’s office table. She also perceived some people will definitely leave the Governor’s lodge dead or alive soon, if the governor sees the video footage her tryst with me. So, she called me to her room about 5 days later, and told me she wanted me to leave the Governor’s logde immediately.

“I’ve been thinking about this too!” I said. “Because, i know your husband will ask me to explain who you were with when that s*x tape of you was made in his office, and how do I explain that without shooting myself on the foot?” I added.

“That’s logical.” She replied “But, I have a plan.” the first lady said.

I sat upright and looked deep into her eyes as she told me: “You have to resign immediately.”

I was silent for a while as I thought to myself “I think the time is right to do so. I already had a degree in Criminology and Masters in Forensic psychology. As a professional, I’m a licensed member of one of the most highly paid professions in the world today, and I have been privileged to have multiple entry visas to many countries of the world as the first lady’s lead security agent, James, it’s been so far so good, resign immediately.” This thought kept repeating itself on my mind.

Then I said to the first lady “Ok, Mrs Chima, I will resign right away”

She smiled as she told me how she had concluded arrangement for me to move to Ithaca, in New York so that I’d commence my PhD programme in Criminology at Cornell University during the summer. To say the least, I was glad the first lady cared.

I always had this positive mind chemistry with the first lady ever since the day I was posted to the Egunu state Governor’s Lodge. I guess that’s the reason she picked me as her lead bodyguard. I enjoyed a lot of privilege, power, and support because of the harmony between the first lady and I. Her mind had always blended with mine harmoniously.

Then, I asked her: “what will become of you, if Governor Oliver sees the video footage of our tryst when I’m gone to New York?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that when we get there” The governor’s wife replied.

Two hours later, I tendered my resignation letter. I had it quickly had it approved through the first lady’s support. So, in no time, I withdraw my services from Egunu State House. Then, I left Naigara for New York.

Shortly afterwards, one evening as I took a walk around my neighbourhood at Ithaca, New York to familiarize myself with that environment, I got a text from the first lady, in which she informed me that Egunu State House is metaphorical on fire – the governor had seen the video footage of the sex tape she made with me on his office table.

[to be continued in Episode 8…]

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[Continued from Episode 5.... ]

We both scrambled into our clothes, and then I kissed the first lady before picking my call as I went off – down the long corridor. It was Mrs. Chima’s Chief Protocol Officer calling to brief me of the first lady’s appointments for the next day.

The following day, as we got back to base at Egunu State House, The first lady and I went off to the Executive Offices, the location of the Governor’s Office (in particular) at night. Since the governor was in Lasgibi for a fund raiser, there were no guards or security agents patrolling that particular area at that time, as they were mostly confined to the living quarters in the main building. Mrs. claret Chima used a master key, and before I knew what was happening, the First Lady and I were standing on the Gubernatorial Seal in the diamond-shaped Office.

“Ma’am,” I offered, “I don’t think the governor would appreciate us rummaging around his office, in fact, I know he wouldn’t like it!!!”

Giving a loud snort, Mrs. Chima retorted, “Who gives a f^ck what he thinks, at this very moment he’s probably being kept warm by some little university tramp, besides, I haven’t shown you the reason for my bringing you here.”

And then to my utter consternation, the First Lady removed all of her clothing and lay down on top of the governors table with her legs spread wide apart and said, “Well, aren’t you going to give the First lady what she really needs, or are you going to make her beg for it?”

“You’re out of your mind,” I replied excitedly, “what if someone should come in?”

“Oh shut up, James and get your pants down,” she ordered, “I want to be the first member of the governor’s family to get f^cked in here under the cameras embedded in hidden areas within this office!!!”

“Wouldn’t His Excellency see the video footage?” I asked.

What the first lady replied me was startling.

“I know where the Cameras are hidden so, if you f^ck me from this side of the table and in this position, your face won’t be captured by the camera lenses only mine will be seen, and that exactly what I want Oliver to see. I want him to see me f^cked by a faceless man right on his table in this office.”

I then made a split second decision, it would be faster to f^ck her quick and get it over with than to stand there and argue with a drunken naked woman lying in the middle of the governor’s Office!!! Not bothering to remove my clothing, I dropped my trousers and shorts and crawled between the inviting legs of Claret Chima.

“Okay, Jimmy,” she purred, “let’s see if you f^ck as good as you suck vagina!”

Her cunt was already a cauldron of burning cunt juice, so not wasting anytime with the niceties of love making, I lined up my seven inch f^ck stick against the opening of her wet p^ssy, and in one dramatic thrust buried my pecker all the way to the hilt!!! With no one around to hear her, Claret Chima screamed with pleasure as her vagina was being assaulted by the battering ram attached to my crotch!

“Oh, god,” she moaned, “you do that so f^cking well, you’re giving your First Lady a gubernatorial f^cking!!!”

I too, was now too far gone to think about anything but getting my gun off, and I even increased the tempo of my stroking as my orgasm rushed towards the head of my hard pecker!

“I-I-I’m cumming,” she stammered, while trying desperately to hold the hard dick deep inside her hot love canal! It was all over for me too, as spurts of red hot cum jettisoned out the end of my pulsating d*ck, and deep into the p^ssy of the governor of the Egunu States’ wife!!!

I finally rolled off of her, gasping for air, and waiting for my pulse to return to a semblance of normalcy as she whispered, “James you are without a doubt the best security agent that’s ever covered a First Lady!!!”

“Just how do you mean by that compliment, Ma’am?” I asked slyly.

“Anyway you want it too, James, anyway you want it too!!!” she replied.

The next day Governor Oliver Chima returned to Egunu state in a mood that is less than cheerful. i watched as he walked into his living quarters without responding to greetings. I felt the governor sensed that something went wrong somewhere but he couldn’t really figure where. I was convinced, since last night I f^cked the governor’s wife on his office table, that something had changed in the governor’s family and the life in Egunu State Governor’s Lodge will also change, and many will have to go.

(To be Continued in Episode 7…. )

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How I Started Sleeping with the Governor’s Wife (Episode 5)

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[Continued from Episode 4…. ]

However, I said: “Ma’am, I don’t think that we should…….”, but I was cut off when she said cryptically, “Now James, don’t be like may a**hole husband and leave me hanging in the lurch, you have to do me, and do me now!!!”

Just being compared to Governor Oliver Chima was enough to make me want to throw up, so throwing caution to the winds, I helped Mrs. Chima to her feet and began undressing her. When she was finally before him in just her white lace bra and panties, she was just like every other woman stripping before a new man, wondering if she would measure up, and would he be pleased? Well, Claret Chima had no reason to feel inadequate, because I couldn’t take my eyes off the magnificent creature in front of me!

No, she wasn’t some twenty one year old undergraduate, but she was all womanly, with lush full breasts, a tummy with just the hint of a paunch, wide hips that tapered down to attractive if not slim legs, and while I couldn’t see it from the front, I was pretty sure that her ass would be womanly, with just a touch of cushiness!

I looked into her sad eyes, sorry that it had to come to this for her, and said, “You are without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart!”

The first lady dropped her head, a little embarrassed, and said softly to me, “Thank you, you don’t know how much that means to me!”

Hearing her say that she was at least happy that I found her a little bit attractive really set me off! I quickly stripped off my clothes and took her into my arms and again kissed her long and hard, pausing now and then to look deep into her eyes, the bright brownish sparklers that had enchanted so many and highlighted so many Newspaper and magazine covers!

I let my hand find the catches to her bra as I leaned back and let the restrictive garment fall to the floor between us. Her breasts were large and supple with just a hint of sag, I kissed her again and crushed the massive mammaries hard between them, rotating back and forth to let them work against my chest, making her nipples harden and stand out proudly! I sat back down in the chair and tugged her bikini panties over her hips and off past her feet, revealing a p^ssy that was thick with ebony black pubic hair and shaped like a perfect Vee, and from the looks of it she didn’t trim or shave it, letting it grow wild and free like a shaggy old dog!

I looked longingly at her now damp slit, and said, “Now, it’s my turn to make you feel good,” and I took my position between her thighs, and let my mouth come to rest right on her dripping crack!

“Oh, James,” she moaned, “you have such a talented tongue, do mama’s cl*t, please do it for me now!!!” I wanted her to be satisfied, but I also wanted it to last more than a minute or two, and I could tell she was right on the edge, so I decided to have a little fun and lick every where but her clitoris, slowly working up and down her crack, taking time to make love to every inch of it, but always stopping just short of her erect little love button.

She started grinding her hips against my mouth, trying desperately to have my tongue make contact with her now burning clit! “Don’t do this to me” she moaned, “you’re driving me crazy, do it now, please, I can’t stand it much longer,” she begged loudly!!! Worried that someone might hear her loud voice, I finally let his tongue roam over the little thimble of love, caressing its hard little head until I heard hear her suck in a lung full of air, and quickly expel it, groaning more loudly with each passing lick, then, almost like a shooting star, out of nowhere, an orgasm of monumental proportions slammed into her hungry snatch, lifting her hips at least six inches off the chair seat, and hard into my hard s^cking mouth! I ate her like there was no tomorrow, trying to give my First Lady an orally induced climax that she would remember until the day she died!!!

“Oh my, that was wonderful,” she gushed, while absentmindedly stroking her slit, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum harder!!!”

“I’m glad you liked it,” I replied, “but we better get dressed before we get in real hot water!”

“You’re right,” the governor’s wife replied brightly.

As we were getting dressed, my cell phone rang.

(To be Continued in Episode 6…)

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[Continued from Episode 3… ]

The first lady smiled mischievously and said to me: “Wait until the summit ends in Ajuba to find out how.”

The meeting with the President’s wife which Mrs. Claret Chima had attended at Ajuba was that of African First Ladies Patriot Summit. After the summit, we headed straight to Egunu Governor’s Logde in Akosoro district, Ajuba to rest for the night before we returned to Egunu state the next day.

Claret, the Governor’s wife, took some scotch and water after dinner and wasn’t really over her hangover so she went straight to her Deluxe bedroom a bit later.

Around 11pm that night, the first lady invited me to her room to share another drink she had popped with her. I agreed to stay and keep her company but I politely refused the offer to share a drink with her.

Anyway, we had a wonderful time telling stories about each other, tiptoeing around subjects that were best only alluded to, and of course, I watched her finishing off the bottle she popped. To my surprise, Claret, started clinking her glass, demanding that I kiss her. My heart began to pound faster and heavily as she repeated her demand for a kiss. Then, various thoughts started rushing through my mind.

“Do you want to die? The governor will kill you, if he finds out!” was the first thought that came to my mind. As I was contemplating that thought another one came forth. “Take this opportunity, it’s a privilege to kiss the First Lady. Something else may follow….” Was the second thought.

Then, I began to think about the ethical and spiritual consequences of doing what the governor’s wife wanted me to do. I thought within myself “Will this be adultery? The kiss could lead to s*x with her since we’re all alone in the room.” I reasoned the matter and concluded that since the governor had been mistreating his wife psychologically and had broken her heart by impregnating her younger sister, it had become obvious that the necessary harmony between husband and wife that should exist in any sound marriage is lacking in the governor’s family, so, the governor should not expect his wife to give him 100% loyalty. So I decided to go for the kiss. The governor’s wife, then, stood up from where she was sitting, and moved over to where I was standing, and she engaged me in a long deep kiss that seemed to last forever!

My head was spinning, I knew that what I was doing was going to be considered more than wrong and unethical by some people, but I kept kissing the governor’s wife, and falling deeper and deeper under her spell. Even as I felt her fingers undoing my belt buckle and her soft hands slipping inside my boxers short to where my manhood was trying in vain to escape its cotton prison, Somehow, I felt a certain fear so I tried pulling away long enough to say, “No, it’s wrong, we can’t do this,” but she kissed me again and pulled my hard erection into the warm air of her room in Egunu Governor’s Lodge, and while still sitting in her chair, she straightened me up and leaned forward, taking my hard penis into her mouth!!!

When I looked down, I couldn’t help but feel totally stunned, here was a woman known all over Egunu state and universally loved by one and all, and yet here she was devouring my d*ck like there was no tomorrow!!! She let it slip out of her mouth momentarily and whispered to me “You, have a wonderful c*ck, James, I wish that I had done this a long time ago!”

Seeing this lovely woman I so adored, making love to my c*ck in such a tender and loving way was more than I could take, and as soon as she took me back into her mouth, I let loose with a gusher of hot cum down her throat!!! I had expected her to spit my c*ck and cum out of her mouth with revulsion, but instead, she sucked even harder, trying to coax every last bit of cum from my pulsating weapon while sighing, “Gosh! that tasted good I haven’t done that with my husband in such a long time, I really missed it!”

Just like every man, after he cums, the edge is taken off, and I was no different, so immediately I tried to pull up my trousers and get out of the compromising situation, but first lady would have none of it! “Not so fast, James,” she intoned, “you still have to take care of mama!!!”

It was at this point, I began to understand the plans first lady hatched for getting even with her husband.

(To be continued in Episode 5…)

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[Continued from Episode 3]

The first lady smiled mischievously and said to me: “Wait until the summit ends in Ajuba to find out how.”

The meeting with the President’s wife which Mrs. Claret Chima had attended at Ajuba was that of African First Ladies Patriot Summit. After the summit, we headed straight to Egunu Governor’s Logde in Akosoro district, Ajuba to rest for the night before we returned to Egunu state the next day.

Claret, the Governor’s wife, took some scotch and water after dinner and wasn’t really over her hangover so she went straight to her Deluxe bedroom a bit later.

Around 11pm that night, the first lady invited me to her room to share another drink she had popped with her. I agreed to stay and keep her company but I politely refused to offer to share a drink with her.

Anyway, we had a wonderful time telling stories about each other, tiptoeing around subjects that were best only alluded to, and of course, I watched her finishing off the bottle she popped. To my surprise, Claret, started clinking her glass, demanding that I kiss her. My heart began to pound faster and heavily as she repeated her demand for a kiss. Then, various thoughts started rushing through my mind.

“Do you want to die? The governor will kill you, if he finds out!” was the first thought that came to my mind. As I was contemplating that thought another one came forth. “Take this opportunity, it’s a privilege to kiss the First Lady. Something else may follow….” Was the second thought.

Then, I began to think about the ethical and spiritual consequences of doing what the governor’s wife wanted me to do. I thought within myself “Will this be adultery? The kiss could lead to s*x with her since we’re all alone in the room.” I reasoned the matter and concluded that since the governor had been mistreating his wife psychologically and had broken her heart by impregnating her younger sister, it had become obvious that the necessary harmony between husband and wife that should exist in any sound marriage is lacking in the governor’s family, so, the governor should not expect his wife to give him 100% loyalty. So I decided to go for the kiss. The governor’s wife, then, stood up from where she was sitting, and moved over to where I was standing, and she engaged me in a long deep kiss that seemed to last forever!

My head was spinning, I knew that what I was doing was going to be considered more than wrong and unethical by some people, but I kept kissing the governor’s wife, and falling deeper and deeper under her spell. Even as I felt her fingers undoing my belt buckle and her soft hands slipping inside my boxers short to where my manhood was trying in vain to escape its cotton prison, Somehow, I felt a certain fear so I tried pulling away long enough to say, “No, it’s wrong, we can’t do this,” but she kissed me again and pulled my hard erection into the warm air of her room in Egunu Governor’s Lodge, and while still sitting in her chair, she straightened me up and leaned forward, taking my hard penis into her mouth!!!

When I looked down, I couldn’t help but feel totally stunned, here was a woman known all over Egunu state and universally loved by one and all, and yet here she was devouring my d*ck like there was no tomorrow!!! She let it slip out of her mouth momentarily and whispered to me “You, have a wonderful c*ck, James, I wish that I had done this a long time ago!”

Seeing this lovely woman I so adored, making love to my c*ck in such a tender and loving way was more than I could take, and as soon as she took me back into her mouth, I let loose with a gusher of hot cum down her throat!!! I had expected her to spit my c*ck and cum out of her mouth with revulsion, but instead, she sucked even harder, trying to coax every last bit of cum from my pulsating weapon while sighing, “Gosh! that tasted good I haven’t done that with my husband in such a long time, I really missed it!”

Just like every man, after he cums, the edge is taken off, and I was no different, so immediately I tried to pull up my trousers and get out of the compromising situation, but first lady would have none of it! “Not so fast, James,” she intoned, “you still have to take care of mama!!!”

It was at this point, I began to understand the plans first lady hatched for getting even with her husband.

(To be continued in Episode 5…)

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SPDAZZY:
@ ImmnauelJannah, Is this a true story

Btw, nice lessons learnt.

How does the story sound to you?

[Continued from How I Started Sleeping with the Governor’s Wife (Episode 2)… ]

Few months after, the first lady had started noticing that the Governor was flirting around with Ibiri all the time and became suspicious of them.

Not wanting to lose her husband to her younger sister, the first lady called her sister, one morning, and said: “Ibiri I’ve concluded arrangement for to go to Rutgers University, United States for your masters degree programme.”

“Wow! thank you big sis, I love you. You the best.” Ibiri said.as she was expressed profound elation at the news

However, as the lead security agent covering the first lady’s affairs at Egunu State House, I had noticed that by the time Ibiri left the country for her masters’ degree programme abroad, she was already into a deep relationship with the Governor. She had gotten a brand new Toyota car and frequent overseas trips from the relationship which continued even while she was studied abroad.

I was there when the affair however blew open as Ibiri returned to the country after her studies, and told the first lady that she was pregnant for the governor. Claret who had thought she put an end to the s*x romp between her husband and her younger sister, was so shocked to the point that she suffered a kind of psychological disorder known as reactive depression.

Again. I was also there when the first lady was taken to Rev.Fr. Ibezim’s Passover Ministries at Amana, Egunu for healing and when her mental state could not improve, her mother took her to a native doctor who succeeded in temporarily stabilizing her mind.

The first lady thereafter called Ibiri to her personal living quarters in the State House and said to her in a pleading tone: “Ibiri, abort the pregnancy.”

“Why should I? Nope, I won’t do that sis.” Ibiri replied in a manner that gave the first the impression that she’ll soon be replaced.

“I’d deal with you for insisting you’d cause me after all I’ve done for you.” The first lady threatened.

“You can’t do me nothing.” Ibiri barked again..

“Ok. I make you a promise….” the first lady had replied, and left the room while I followed her.

The first lady then sent thugs after Ibiri, and when the governor got wind of the plan, he made special security arrangements for her. To make sure that the pregnancy was not tampered with, the governor then sent Ibiri back to the United States where she eventually delivered a baby boy.

One day as we traveled to the Federal Capital Territory, Ajuba, for a meeting with the President’s wife, Mrs. Chima told me she’d fight the governor like a wounded lion and break his heart too.

“How?” I curiously asked.

(To be continued in Episode 4….)

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How I Started Sleeping with the Governor’s Wife (Episode 2)

[continued from Episode 1... ]

With her eyes shining from tears and her lower lip trembling, the first lady looked up at me and said, “Thank you James, that’s about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me in the last 5 years, you don’t know how much I appreciate it!”

“Thanks!.” I said.

It had been a chaotic day, so that Monday night. I was ready to go home and rest but, I had to ensure the first lady was going to be well covered when I go off-duty. After fixing everything that concerned her security in place, I told Mrs. Chima that I was ready to go home. but the first lady asked me to first call Chinwe – her personal domestic aide – and tell her to bring a can of Red Bull. I felt sorry for the first lady; I sensed the governor’s infidelity was gradually pushing Mrs. Chima into a state of depression. She worked such long hours that day, and shouldn’t have been told heartbreaking news about her husband’s latest s*x romp with nearby University students.

I quickly obliged, and called Chinwe to bring the can of Red Bull. I liked the idea of Red Bull that night because the “Inositol” and “Glucuronolactone” contained in Red Bull exercises anti-depressant effects on the mind. So, it was an apt for her to guzzle up at least one can before sleeping.

About 5 minutes later, Chinwe brought in the first lady’s can of Red Bull. As she drank the energy drink, I asked her softly if there was anything else I could do for her.

What happened next was hard for me to figure out, even later on when I had more time to think about it, but it was as if a magnet pulled words out of my mouths as I told Mrs. Chima about the discussion two domestic staff had in the living quarters of Egunu State House about the Governor and Ibiri – the first lady’s youngest blood sister.

“Do you know about the love between His excellency and Ibiri?” Asked the first domestic staff.

“Who said they are lovers? Unless you know don’t come to conclusions. Before suspecting others, you should think thoroughly. Moreover, it’s their personal matter. You’re not supposed to interfere in His Excellency’s personal matter.” The second domestic staff replied… expressing surprise at the shocking news.

Then the first domestic staff said: “I know it’s purely His Excellency’s personal matter, being a responsible person in the State House, I can’t close my eyes. I’m hundred percent confident by observing their free movement.”

“I don’t agree with you, the governor and Ibiri are in-laws, and the governor is a well-respected and responsible person.” Replied the second domestic staff. So, the first domestic staff left without defending her argument.

As the first lady heard this, she swear before me that she’d do something drastic, if it be true that Governor Oliver Chima was also sleeping with her younger sister.

The governor’s wife had invited Ibiri – her younger sister who just graduated from Obia State University to stay with her at the Governor’s lodge, Egunu but unknown to the first lady, this was the beginning of an affair between her husband and Ibiri.

(To be continued in Episode 3…)

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“I’ll kill that f^cking bastard,” screamed Claret Chima, the wife of the Governor of Egunu state, “every f^cking time I go out of town on his f^cking business I have to hear stories about his incessant f^cking around!!!” This wasn’t the first time that I had heard this little tirade, and as the lead bodyguard for the First Lady, i had seen and heard more than MY fair share of intra family squabbling, but when ever she went off like this, it was better just to try and blend into the back ground and hope her tantrum would blow over quickly.

Tonight, however, i had a feeling that the Governor had crossed over some imaginary line of demarcation, and maybe, just maybe Mrs. Chima was going to cause her husband – Oliver Chima – more than a little trouble! She poured herself a scotch and water, and uncharacteristically offered me one. “Come on James, have a drink with me, I’m staying indoors the rest of the night and you’ll go off duty in a couple of hours, so what’s the harm” she asked in almost a pleading voice.

“No thanks ma’am, I really have to stay sharp, if it ever got out that the first lady’s top security agent was drinking on the job, well, I’m afraid it would be all over,” I gently replied.

“Sweet Jesus Christ,” she muttered, “I can’t even get the help to have a drink with me,” while draining her glass and immediately pouring another!

Normally I would have kept my mouth shut and let Mrs. Chima work it out for herself, but tonight was different, she was really hurting inside. Her husband’s s*x romp was taking a vicious toll on his wife psychologically and I couldn’t understand how a man married to such a beautiful and devoted wife could even think about cheating on her!

Through two campaigns for governor as well as hundreds of other fund raisers and political meetings, Mrs. Chima had let her whole career as a lawyer stand on hold as she pushed her husband towards the prize of the Governor of Egunu state, and usually after meeting them both, most people wondered if the wrong Chima got elected!

“Mrs. Chima,” I said softly, “I just want you to know that it has been a privilege protecting you, and that in my eyes you are a true patriot!”

Claret Chima cocked her head to one side, took a long drink, and then slid to the floor with glass in hand and began to sob!!!

I raced across the room and tried to help the First Lady to her feet, worried that some of the help might come in and see her in this psychologically agitated state. If I didn’t do so, I could see this headline in the newspapers the next day, “First Lady Falls Down Drunk And Crying Over Oliver’s Secret Sex Affairs!!!”

Well if I had anything to say about it, that headline would never see the light of day! “Come on, Mrs. Chima, you can’t lay there like this, get to your feet and we’ll talk about it,” I pleaded!

“Okay James,” she slurred, “talk to me then, tell me what a great man my husband is and why I’m so lucky to be married to him!!!” After I finally got her into an easy chair over by the desk and away from the liquor cabinet, it was then I broke a cardinal rule of every State House Security Service, which says: “Never Ever bad Mouth Any Member Of The First Family!!!”

I was unhappy in my heart that my governor would treat such a fine lady in such a shabby disgraceful fashion, and I just blurted out, “No ma’am, I’m not going to say that, he’s not worthy of your company let alone your bed, and if I had my way, he would be flogged everyday for the way he has treated you!!!”

(To Be Continued in Episode 2… )

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[Continued from The Mistake that Killed My Husband (Episode 13)…. ]

I am extremely grateful to God for Being merciful to me. It is a shame that I got involved in an adulterous fling that traumatized my family and led to my first husband’s demise. I can never be proud of my misbehaviour. I regret it.

I was beclouded by what other women were saying or appeared to be enjoying, and I got tempted into doing what I never envisaged, so my husband died as a result. But because my repentance was genuine, I am convinced God showed mercy towards me and blessed me.

I am married again!

When you make mistake, face the consequences squarely when they come no matter how tragic it may be. But above all, show genuine repentance as you make a strong volition never to repeat the mistake. God will forgive and bless you again! I wrote my story to teach the world these lessons. Thanks

Mrs. Cordelia Okoli

(Formerly, Mrs. Cordelia Obiora)

Abuja

-END-

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[Continued from The Mistake that Killed My Husband (Episode 12)…. ]



Several months later, Wuse II community was treated to a big wedding as Chidube and I were married with our children’s and the entire community’s blessing.. It wasn’t a lavish affair and we seemed a bit like brother and sister. Then the whirlwind honeymoon with the kids. . . . Now, we slept on the same bed but there was no intimacy between us.

On our return, Chidube and his son moved into my much larger house and the family was one as Chidube and I shared a bed like a brother and sister. Life continued as it once had..

Our first day at home, after the honeymoon, was filled with little trials and tribulations as the family learned to live together. We enjoyed each other’s support as we built our new family. Next day, life went smoother and more efficiently as we continued our living together.

I thought about my life and what lay before me. Chidube was a nice guy, a great father and a gentleman. . . an example for the community! Of course, he could never replace Festus as my lover. . . I was sure that Festus was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for me! I’d had s*x with Chidube when the occasion demanded and he made no demands on me that I found distasteful or not to my liking. I had done my best to please my new husband!

It was that night at dinner that I took notice of Chidube’s relationship with the children. They all three loved him and respected him as he set a good example; yet, he was strict with his rules for their behavior. As I sat, Chidube glanced around the table to get everyone’s attention; then, he asked the blessing on the family and the meal. Again, I noticed how he needn’t use words to maintain his discipline. . . I was impressed.

(To be Concluded in Episode 14…. )

[Continued from The Mistake that Killed My Husband (Episode 11)…. ]

One week later, Chidube’s ex-wife – Ellen – returned unannounced to Nigeria, and moved straight into Chidube’s Maitama home, I simply stayed away. I’d heard rumours about discord and quarrel in Chidube’s house after the return and paid them no attention.

Then, after a couple of days, Ellen left again, suddenly and without warning she was gone, and Chidube was free again. . . free to assist me when I was involved in a serious car accident. As I was taken to the hospital, Chidube took my kids and cared for them.

Then, after work, he’d visit me at the hospital. To cover those times when Chidube couldn’t help, Wuse II community provided people and assistance. I was never alone in my hospital room as the community women arranged visiting schedules.

Two weeks later, I was home and some women of the community came to my home and prepared my family meals. But Chidube seemed to keep everything in good order.

It was as two of the community’s more affable women sat at my bedside talking. They covered a wide range of topics before settling on my life. I quickly admitted that I was lonesome and the women offered suggestions. The bolder of the two women was the first to suggest that I marry Chidube. Chidube was a good man and an excellent provider. He was available, except of course, he carried a ‘thing’ about women.

Then, the second woman agreed and I listened to their logic. They pointed out that good men were hard to find and I should grab Chidube – love could come later!

As I thought about the argument, I considered the alternative – I’d still be alone and lonesome. I might eventually become desperate and make a serious mistake again. Then, I thought of Chidube. He was my best friend and good company. Maybe, if I married him, love could come later.

[To be Continued in Episode 13…. ]

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[Continued from The Mistake that Killed My Husband (Episode 10)… ]

At the time Festus died, my kids were schooling at Nigerian-Turkish International School, along Ahmadu Bello Way, Wuse, Abuja, and I was actively involved with Parents-Teachers’ Association of the school. So, when the school PTA planned a fund raising ceremony, I was asked to take charge of the event organizing committee. I accepted the request and met with my committee to plan. With good support and cooperation the planning went well – except for the part of inviting prominent guests in Wuse and Maitama districts – there, only Chidube Okoli was capable help.

So it was that Chidube and I began working days and nights inviting prominent guests and preparing for the big event. With other logistics adequately cared for by others on the committee, we worked on the invitations.

It was Thursday night, close to midnight, when the venue for the fund raiser was ready for the Friday morning event, Chidube’s eyes and mine met, it was in a spirit of ‘we did it’ and so we went to Chopstix – an all-night restaurant for a late dinner. There, we talked and discovered a lot about each other.

I quickly learned that Chidube is from Umunnachi in Anambra state. He was formerly based in New York and had a son from his white American ex-wife – Ellen, who left him for another man in New York. Chidube’s son now schooled at Nigerian-Turkish International College, Abuja. As we talked, Chidube made no direct mention of his former wife but I soon ascertained that he was bitter – she’d betrayed him!

Next day, the fund raiser was a huge success!

It was as we were preparing our report for the event that Chidube suggested that my girls and I pay him a family visit at his home in Maitama.

“It would be fun for the kids and they’d enjoy it too.” He added.

Of course, my first thought was my rule about no men, but on second thought, I realized that it’d be great fun for all, and Chidube Okoli was safe man to stay with.

The visit had been more fun than anticipated and the group decided to stay the night at his place – a simple family arrangement which gave offense to no one! Chidube seemed anxious to provide food and drinks as we all dined on his special Bigfoot dinning room! It was a happy time.

Later, after the family visit, I realized for the first time that I had been free of the guilt and burden of my husband’s demise. I realized that life must go on – just no men!

Soon, Chidube and I were friends. Our kids had grown to be fast friends as well. We were becoming known as a couple in Wuse II community – though, there was no evidence of intimacy.

[To be continued in Episode 12… ]

[Continued from Episode 9.... )

Another hour later and I was disconsolate. I couldn’t take the reality that my husband is dead. It was like a movie to me…. As I gathered my two children to myself and explained that their father was gone forever, I realized that I was facing one of the most defining moments of my life. We were a great family who supported each other. I sobbed.

We traveled from our base in Wuse II, Abuja to our hometown – Nri in Anaocha Local Government Area of Anmabra state. Nri is the ancestral home of all Igbos. Eri the father of the Igbo race founded Nri town when he relocated from Aguleri around 900AD. So, Igbo culture and traditions is at its finest and most powerful shade at Nri. During the final funeral arrangements, burial and regrouping of the remaining family I was strong. . . a pillar of strength for my kids.

After the entire funeral obsequies, my mother who had a well developed and pure intuitive faculty, called me to my father’s compound and told me that she sensed I broke my marriage vows of loyalty to Festus, I told her the whole truth. Then, she told me that my husband died because of my one time adulterous fling.

I wept bitterly as she spoke to me!

She continued to explain to me that Marriage in Nri and most places in Igbo land is a sacred business that is based on life and death. For women, especially, their purity and loyalty in marriage make or mar their husbands. Misfortunes of various kinds, and sometimes, death typically befalls any man who continues to go into his adulterous wife, if she has not proven, beyond doubt that change has occurred in her character.

“Eri blessed marriage institution for his descendants and sealed it with his own ‘Offor,’ therefore all Igbo marriages must remain in love and loyalty so as to receive of Eri’s blessings. A break in your marital vows will bring misfortune to your family.” My mother added.

I cried for days as I thought about my mistake and my mother’s words to me, The fact that Festus slumped and died, almost all of a sudden, after he had s*x with me for the first time since my adulterous tryst, made her word sink deeper in my soul.

Only weeks later, did I return to my residence along Parakou crescent in Wuse II, Abuja. I relaxed into the caring of my children as a single mum. Months passed and I was lonesome – I was used to a strong man for a mate to help with the home and family. I wanted someone close.

Of course, as I had slipped once, I was especially careful not to get involved with a man. My days were now filled with activities – times that involved my kids and my Wuse II community. Fortunately, when Festus died, he left me with adequate wealth, because he invested in several real estates in Abuja, Lagos, and Oko in Anambra state so that I need never worry about money. I became popular with the women in Wuse community.

(to be continued in Episode 11…. )

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It was then that I attacked Festus as I stripped him of his clothing and prepared to f^ck him. Of course, Festus was willing and as his clothes fell so did mine, because moments later, we met in a flesh to flesh embrace as our mouths supported a deep kiss. It was the best.
Our hands eagerly explored each other’s bare flesh as we had done in the distant past. We adored each other. . ..

Moments later I fell onto the bed and Festus moved over me where his mouth engaged my nipples, first one; then the other. It was fantastic as
I reveled in my pleasure.

But it wasn’t enough as I grasped his now rigid c*ck and guided it to my willing p^ssy where it slipped smoothly into place. It was the best. . .
The coital rhythm was soon in motion as the two of us extracted each others pleasure with sensations that drove our passions like never before. . . . It was wonderful. . . .

When we climaxed together a few moments later, I knew that the best was yet to come; that incredible intimacy that I and Festus shared on those occasions.

Then, as we lay in each others arms, I knew that I was fortunate – I had the very best. I knew that I’d never feel the desire to search for something better again. I had the best. . . .

Then, as we talked, Festus said, “I’ve known for several months something was troubling you. . . ever since that night several months ago when you suddenly became distant and worried. I knew then that you had a problem and wanted to help. You seemed to reject me. . .”

“Then, since I had no idea what was bothering you, I was left out and you were rejecting me. I took up “hanging with the boys” to compensate.

If only I’d known!’ he continued.

It was at exactly that moment when tragedy struck again. . . Festus began to complain of a pain in the left side of his head and chest.
An hour later, Festus – my husband – was dead!

(To be continued in Episode 10…. )

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[Continued from Episode 7… ]

‘First, you tell him that you love him and that you’re sorry for what you’re about to tell him. Then, tell him! Leave out nothing. Tell him your feelings at the time and be truthful – he’ll know!’ The Clinical psychologist replied.

So it was that I sat on the same Airport seat, the next evening, waiting for Festus to come and pick me home, I made up my mind that I’d tell him exactly what had transpired on the day of the tryst – leaving out nothing, and begging his forgiveness. I cried in spite of my determination not to. I hated myself for what I’d done!

When we, got home, we had a mini celebration for my recovery.

The next day, as the kids left for school, and Festus was on leave from work, I decided to tell him exactly what I had done – leaving out nothing. I begged his forgiveness. I regretted my adulterous act. I was truly sorry for what I’d done! i made a strong volition never to give-in to such temptation. I’d never commit adultery against my husband and my marriage. I told him I have made a firm resolution never to repeat the same mistake..

Then, suddenly, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from me. My mind functioned perfectly and life was again worth living. I sat motionless, waiting for Festus’ reaction.

Our eyes met and I saw the old adoration – that flicker of lust that had passed between us in olden times. It’d been months but it was back!
I returned the look and found it received with more adoration as I felt myself grow moist! .

About two hours later alone in our master bedroom, My eyes and mouth begged Festus to take me. I had never wanted him more than at that moment. But Festus said to me,”Doctor prescribed bed rest and lots of calm and serenity for you. Do you think it’s wise?’

(To be continued in Episode 9… )

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[Continued from Episode 6…. ]

Next morning, when I awoke, I lay in a hospital bed, heavily sedated and barely able to recognize Festus and the kids. I lay idle, apparently unable to move, and my mind could not concentrate. When Festus kissed me, I was unable to respond.

For the next several days, I lay alone in my bed, without visitors except for the clinical psychologist who came several times a day and profiled me with endless questions to which I answered truthfully and without reservations.

Soon, the clinical psychologist. knew my complete story and he began to give me necessary psychological therapy. After just a week of treatment, the clinical psychologist had convinced me I wasn’t a cheap and common slut but a beautiful, intelligent and moral wife, mother and homemaker who made a mistake. I was sitting up in a chair and feeling well when I received my first visitor – Festus!

Soon, I saw my kids and we were a family. It was then that the visitors were advised to go as I needed my rest! My family’s visit had been good. I was comfortable with our meeting.

Another week passed and I was up, walking, enjoying the surrounding gardens and outdoors of the hospital as I felt better than I had in a long time. I met daily with the clinical psychologist now! My kids no longer came to see me. My husband had two conferences to Attend in Awka and Yenagoa and was unable to also come as regularly as he does!

So it was that we sat on one of the Airport seats in the hospital and the clinical psychologist started his usual range of questions and the talk began.

After a few moments, the mind doctor said, ‘You’re ready to go home but your problem isn’t resolved. Don’t you think that you should relieve your guilt by telling your husband all about that tryst and starting to rebuild your life from there?’

‘But, if I tell him, he’ll divorce me and I’ve lost him and my family forever.’ I answered.

‘Appears that you’ve already lost them to me.’ He replied.

I thought. ‘Sounds like you’re right. So, how do I go about telling him?’ I asked.

(To be continued in Episode 8….)

[Continued from Episode 5)…. ]

After only a few minutes, I arose from the bed, went to my shower and cleaned myself with care to especially clean my intimate places. I had to remove any trace of Anthony’s odour which seemed to pervade my robe and undies. Moving efficiently now, I washed my robe and clothing and dried them as I changed the linens in the visitor’s bedroom and remade the bed.

When the kids arrived from school at three, everything at the house was back to it’s usual. There was no evidence of my afternoon tryst anywhere. . . .

That night, my eyes met Festus’ eyes, I expected the usual flirting but I saw nothing. We completed the evening as usual and I tried again to flirt with my husband but there was no response. I worried! He couldn’t possibly know!

Still, he wasn’t acting normally! I continued to worry as I perceived Festus to be distant from me; yet, he couldn’t possibly know of my encounter. Perhaps with time, I thought!

Next night, the gap between Festus and I remained. Much as I tried, I simply couldn’t seem to reach Festus and we went to bed separated by an invisible gulf.

I lay restless. . . Somehow, he knew, I thought!

Next evening, Festus brought me gifts and was especially attentive but I was still aware of a gap between us. . . all was not right. I regretted my tryst more by the minute. . . .How could Festus know?

Weeks passed as our marriage sputtered along, Festus and I began to lead separate lives. Even as Festus continued to bring me gifts and be especially attentive, we grew apart. Festus, instead of coming home as usual, started “hanging out with the boys” after work each day. . .
I worried as I sought ways to patch up the gulf between Festus and I; our marriage was surely headed for failure. It was my fault. I should have been more careful. I should never have engaged in that tryst. I beat myself everyday for that mistake I made!

One afternoon, when the kids came from school, they found me, Cordelia Obiora, sitting in the living room chair, non-responsive, and called a neighbour who, seeing the situation, put me in her car and took me to Gwagwalada Specialist Hospital in Abuja, where she works as a medical doctor.

(To be continued in Episode 7…. )

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[Continued from The Mistake that Killed My Husband (Episode 4)…. ]

As I fumbled with the decision, my mouth inadvertently opened and I was involved in a deep kiss. I must stop this immediately. . . .

Then, my mind began to reason again. Why stop this; no one would ever know. I’d finally get the answer to my question. It’d be a one-time thing! i pressed my body to Anthony’s body and responded to his kiss. As the kiss ended, I took him by the hand and led him to our visitor’s bedroom.

There, I lost my slippers and proceeded to unbutton the carpenter’s shirt. Suddenly, I was excited and I was hot!

Then, I dropped my robe and released my bra and panties as he came nearer to me. He kissed me – a heavy kiss that conveyed nothing.
Anthony pushed me roughly on to the bed. I accepted it even though it was not what I’d expected. Then, with me on the bed, he lay beside me and put his hand on my groin where he pushed two fingers into my vagina while still dry. It hurt!

Suddenly, I realized, it was my fault. I didn’t provide proper lubrications. Perhaps, if he tried again. . . . I encouraged him. . . .
Failing to get his two fingers lubricated, Anthony simply moved over me and lay on my belly. Then, belly to belly, he moved to insert his c*ck into me. I wasn’t ready. . . .

Somehow, I was missing the whole point. . . .

Then, the carpenter proceeded to kiss me – a deep kiss and one to excite me. I felt my body go. . . The man’s c*ck slid into me – to it’s deepest extension. There was no thrill . . . no sensations. I felt nothing but for the flesh on flesh. Surely there must be more, I thought.
Then, the coitus began and I felt the first sensations of pleasure. Finally, I was going to find out the answer to my question. I tried to move with the young man – but to no avail.

Minutes passed and the pleasure began to mount. Perhaps this would provide me with the answers I sought.
Suddenly the Anthony shouted, ‘I’m going to’ cum. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum, I-I-I ammmm going to cuuuuummmmm”
Then, it was over as he pulled off me and began to put on his clothes.

I lay in stunned silence. I had betrayed my family and broken my marriage vows. The s*x had been bad. . . worse than I had ever considered! I must lie and deceive my family. I hated myself. . . .

(To be continued in Episode 6… )

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(Continued from Episode 3….)

At noon, I had left the bathroom and dried myself when the doorbell rang. I donned my bra and panties and my big bathrobe before going to answer the door.

There, I faced Anthony – the carpenter whom Festus made an appointment to come and repair the house roof at noon. Soon, I had directed the Anthony to the Areas of the roof that are leaky and stood watching as he worked.

As I watched, I took note of the Anthony. Young, probably 29! Handsome! Probably single! It was then that the idea struck me. . . he undoubtedly was a man with a lot of experience! Why not try to seduce him and find out?

Having entertained the idea and chatted with the carpenter, I felt the power I had on him . . . Why not? I asked myself. I could get a real f^cking. . . . and find out what I was missing, which Festus – my husband – couldn’t give me in bed! Even as I was telling myself that I would be breaking my marriage vows and endangering my relations with my home and family, I began to get flirty with Anthony.

‘Are you married?’ I asked. He answered, ‘No.’

‘I’ll bet you play around a lot then.’ I said.

‘Why do you say that?’ Anthony asked me.

‘Well, a handsome man like you would please any woman’ I answered.

Then, the repair work required Anthony’s attention and I went to my kitchen.

A few minutes later, Anthony reported that the leaky roof was fixed and, as he came to the kitchen to collect his pay, he saw me standing at my washing sink with my back towards him. He silently crept to me from my behind, and put his arms around my waist, drew me to him, and kissed me on the neck.

As I felt his amorous advances, I realized that I had invited them earlier and then moved to the kitchen without having clearly decided whether I was simply enticing the carpenter or I wanted to experience his c*ck in me. I turned from the washing sink to explain and was met by his lips which kissed mine and offered so much.

I cleared my mind to relax my nerves as the kiss continued. It was when Anthony’s tongue begged admittance to my mouth that I realized I had to make a decision!

I must stop him immediately or I would be f^cked in my matrimonial home – there was simply no alternative!

(To be continued in Episode 5…. )

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(Continued from Episode 2….)

I had wondered if Festus and I were really having good s*x or was there more? In fact, I’d wondered about that often lately. Recently, Mrs. Okoro had told of an orgasm so powerful that she’d passed out from the effects of the passion involved. . . not once but twice, she reported spectacular s*x. . . I wondered. . .

Even as Festus had brought me gifts and taken me out for date nights, I sensed that our love life had grown stale.

Having finished my Pepsi, I arose and went to my bathroom to prepare for my bath and dressing. This was a favourite part of my day. . . mine alone to enjoy! I drew water for my bath as I lay out my clean undies and choose my clothes before I prepared my soap and essence, which I'll use for my bath. Then, having all in order, I stepped into the warm bath tub and submerged myself to my neck level. There, I relaxed.
Slowly, my body became accustomed to the hot water and I felt calm and relaxed! As I relaxed, my hands moved inadvertently over my body in a caressing manner. I moved slowly, enjoying each sensation.

I was suddenly hot and h*rny . . . a feeling that would soon lead to something I didn’t expect in my family!

(To be continued in Episode 4…. )

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[Continued from The Mistake that Killed My Husband (Episode 1)…]

As my husband (Festus) and I ate dinner together, our eyes had met frequently and conveyed an urgent message. . .”I want you! . . . I need you!”

Then, increasingly frustrated, we’d helped our kids with homework before seeing them to bed and to sleep. I remembered the intimate signals that had passed between us as we helped our kids. . . . Then, we were alone in our own master bedroom.

We had kissed, as we had hundreds of times before and our hands were busy exploring each other. The hands had traveled old familiar routes over each other’s bodies in our own intimate manner. It had been good. . .

We did not speak as we undressed for bed after which we moved to opposite sides of the bed and pulled the covers off to expose the clean, white sheets. Something we’d done almost automatically after so many similar moves; yet, it had been good.

Then, as I had laid on my back and spread my legs, Festus had moved between them so that his face was just inches from my waiting p^ssy. There, he hesitated as he familiarized himself with this familiar vagina and groin. The odour was familiar.

Suddenly, Festus’ thumbs had parted my labia and his tongue had passed between them. Soon, I writhed in pleasure as Festus’ tongue and lips brought my passions to new heights. It had been good. . . .

Seconds later, Festus had moved up between my widely spread legs and over me where he’d simply inserted his c*ck into my waiting p^ssy and pushed. It’d been good.

Even though we’d f^cked hundreds of times, I never tired of it. Each time, it had aroused new, exotic and erotic feelings that I’d never felt before. Each time, I’d participated eagerly in the coitus as we’d work together for our mutual enjoyment. It’d been good. . .

I remembered the fantastic orgasms that I’d enjoyed. It was one of the most sensational event that I’d ever known. They were good. . . .

Then, as I sipped my Pepsi, I wondered, ‘Were we really good or was our s*x just better than we’d anticipated. I’d hear women talk at meetings and social gatherings, about sexual adventures that seemed so much more exciting!’ Then, I wondered if I was missing anything.

(To be continued in Episode 3….)

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It was not yet 10:30a m, and I sat in my big easy chair in my living room and sipped a fresh Pepsi from the bottle. Usually, no one sat in the living room except on occasion when special guests had arrived but I was home alone and, it had now become my usual habit. I sat in that forbidden room where I enjoyed my rebellion.

I had made the rule when the kids were young and all were forbidden except on special occasions – a rule that had never been broken except by me. As I sat, I thought.

I had arisen with my husband, Festus, at 5:30am as usual, donned my robe, went into the kitchen and to heat water for bath, back to my bedroom where I did my morning ablutions before going to make breakfast for Festus and the kids. Then, I saw the kids off to school, Festus off to work, cleaned the kitchen, made the beds, cleaned the house and my days work was finished. I realized, with satisfaction, that I had become extremely efficient in my life.

As I sat, I thought about my life and what it’d become. I’d married young, right out of university, and Festus, my husband had been a good choice. Festus had been my only boy friend prior to our getting married and, like me, he’d been a virgin. We learned about love together . . . and learned it well, I thought!

Of course, we had both been sensitive, caring people when we’d met and our life had simply developed from there. By the time our oldest child came, we’d developed into what I was sure was competent lovers, able to bring out the best in each other. Of course, having been a virgin when we were married, I really had no basis for comparison.

As I sat in my chair, I thought about the previous evening. It’d been a while since Festus and I had f^cked. . . I was a bit in need of s*x (that evening). When Festus had arrived home from work, he apparently had a similar feeling. Our eyes met and I was sure.

(To be continued in Episode 2….)

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