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The sex sessions I had with her were wild and I felt drained each time I had it. Now, with Kween in my life, I just had to be very careful.

I closed for office at 4.30 p.m. there were still some work to do, but I had had enough for the day. I could not come and die for daddy’s business, although it was a business I would inherit. Honestly, I wondered why some guys were crazy about banking job. Yes, the pay was good but you would have to work your ass up.

I drove from Ikeja to Iyana Ipaja, where Madam B had her school and residence. The residence was a duplex with many flowers planted near the car park. It was painted in sky blue and it looked attractive.

The first time I was there, I discovered that madam had a distant cousin and a house maid living with her. All her three children were abroad. With her husband deceased, I could guess it was a lonely place for her.

The maid, the same one I had seen when I first came to the house, opened the gate for me to drive in.

“Welcome, uncle,” she greeted.

“How’re you?” I couldn’t even remember her name.

“Fine, sir.”

I parked my car well and got out of it.

“Madam is in?” I asked unnecessarily.

“Yes, sir.”

She preceded me to the sitting-room downstairs.

“She say make you come up to her room, sir.”

I nodded. That meant there be no much time for preamble, I knew where her room was, so I needed no one to take me there. Gently, I knocked at her door.

“Come in,” she answered from within.

I turned the knob and went inside. It was still the same bed, but many things had changed. The place was rearranged, such that there was now a sofa, and a glass table. The bed was already laid with fluffy bed spread. On the table was a tray of food.

Madam Helen sat on the sofa and smiled up at me. Dressed in a blue bum short and a white spaghetti top, she very much looked sexy. The traps of the bra were black. I could see that it must be the push-up type. The bust looked firm like they were a maiden’s own, thanks to the bra.

“Good day, madam,” I greeted.

“Hello, Richy.”

I looked at the table. “Even without seeing or tasting the food, the aroma I can perceive is very tantalizing.”

“You bet it is very delicious.”

I removed my coat and unknotted my tie, put them on the table attached to her dressing table, and came to sit by her.

“Let’s not waste,” she said. “Food is ready.”

She opened the covers of the plate. There was pounded yam, egusi soup and assorted meats.

“Ah, you didn’t forget what I really like,” I gushed.
She nodded and smiled. “How could I?”

There was a small bow for washing of hands. We washed our hands and started to eat. The first taste of the soup indicated that it was delicious. I complimented accordingly. I ate to my satisfaction, though much was still left of the sumptuous meal. I took some fried turkey.

The beef would have to wait till another time.
Madam Helen summoned the house maid to clear the time.

“Thank you for the food,” I said. “It was indeed very delicious.”

Thereafter, madam fetched a bottle of red wine and filled two glass cup.

“This is very good after the meal we’ve just had,” she put in. I nodded as I could not have agreed more with her.

We sipped our wine. “I brought some things for you for Canada,” she said. “But that can wait.”

I grinned and nodded. Whatever she brought for me could indeed wait.

“How’s the school business going?”

“Fine. I’m yet to fully look into the financial records, but the ones I’ve looked at so far shows that everything is fine.”

I nodded and took more drinks.

I liked the taste of the wine, but I knew I must not take too much of it. Already, the one I took had livened me up. I studied my partner. Helen was no doubt a beautiful woman. Besides the pretty face, she had a great shape. It was true that at fifty plus, things were no longer as firm and attractive as they used to be; but they were still attractive.

I wondered why she refused to remarry. I’m sure some randy, rich men out there would not mind taking her as a second or third wife; or as a mistress.

She probably was a mistress to a rich guy. The man probably had not much time for her, so she went for a young and vibrant guy like me. Inwardly, I shrugged again.

My eyes moved to her chest as she lifted her glass cup to her mouth. Her boobs were not much to talk about. They could not stand beside Kween’s own; or even Sola’s own. However, her nipples were objects of interest. The way they seemed to puff up and responded to tingling always set me on fire.

“You will need to help in massaging my back,” her words drifted into my hearing. “I need a massage.”

I smiled and nodded. “That’s why I’m here, madam.”

She put her glass cup on the table, went to lock the bedroom door and came to the bed. She lay on her belly and stared at me. It was an unspoken message. I dropped my glass cup on the table.

“You want the massage now?” I asked cockily.

She smiled. I removed my shoes and socks.

“The ointment to use is on the dressing table,” she pointed out.

I took the tube from where she had indicated, pressed some on my hand and rubbed my hands.

“I would have to remove this,” she said as she turned on her side, sat up and removed her spaghetti top. I briefly stared at her sexy, lacy bra.

My mind was full of imaginations, the most part dwelling on how her nipples would look inside the cups of the bra.

I knelt on the bed by her side and started the massaging. She closed her eyes while my palms moved systematically over her back. Her skin still felt supple and desirable. The chocolate color seemed natural as all part of the skin blended in one color.

“Move down a bit,” she commanded. “Towards the waist line.”

My hands moved to her waist. There was a little folding of the skin, but not too much. Even some much younger women I knew had more folds at their waist line.

I massaged the place and combined that with handling and cuddling. She responded with moans. My prick would not take things lying low.

My sexual arousal caused hormones, muscles, nerves and my blood vessels to be charged, causing erection on my prick. It strained inside my boxer and trousers. It would just have to exercise patience for a little while.

I continued my work on her back and from her body reaction, she approved of the way I was doing it.

“Do you mind doing the same thing to my bum?” she asked.

Did I mind? Of course, I did not. If I did, would I be alone with her in her bedroom doing what I was doing?

“With all pleasure, madam,” I said in a husky voice. My hands moved to her bum short. I clawed the edges and gently pull it down to her knees. Her bum was round, shapely and full. I imagined what her dead husband must have done with it.

If he was a man that liked aesthetics like did, he would make it a plaything thing. Within the limited time I would have with her, I would try to do the same thing.

There was no way I would massage her bum. Rather, I would rub and caress them. I did that and expected a form of protest from her. None came.

My hands moved on her buttocks as if it was the most cherished thing I loved to do. In zeal, I spanked them. The sound that came from her throat showed that she very much loved what I did.

I took over what to do and how to go about it. First, I decided that I had had enough of her back. I turned her and made her to face up, the way you would do to a baby. She only opened her eyes to look at me briefly before she closed them again. I continued my massage, this time on her tummy. The lush of her vagina was very inviting, but I decided to defer that for now.

Skillfully, my fingers caressed her stomach, down to the strands of the pubic hair and then moved up again. The hands went to her chest. Tenderly, I fondled the boobs even as they nestled in the bra. They were big and looked gorgeous. To aid my desire, she unhooked the bra and removed it.

I cuddled the boobs, twerking the nipples. Again, she closed her eyes. I could feel that her breaths were quickening. I put my lips to them and sucked them. My cock was still straining in his containment. The poor guy would have to be freed.

“Excuse me.” I stopped what I was doing to remove my trousers and boxer. Just then, there were knocks at the door. Madam Helen hissed.

“What could be the problem? Have I not warned this girl not to disturb my private moments?”

We could have ignored the knocking. We could have carried on with what we were doing, but the knocks came again; this time more persistent.

(End of this part. The story continues in House of Scandals II))

the sexy body of the first woman that threw herself at you."

I was surprised at the extent of her bitternes. "If you had watched a bit more, you would have seen that the whole thing did not go beyond the hug."

She looked away. I could see that she did not believe me.

I had to go. "Okay, Sharon. Goodnight."

She didn't say a word as I left. I went back to my room. What a day it had been. I tried to put Sharon's tantrums off my mind. How wrong she was. I soon slept off.

Friday was the third and final day of the workshop. Once again, Rose was nice to me, while Sharon continued to sulk. After the second presentation, we were given certification.

Rose gave us a valise each to pack our clothes. By four p.m., I was set to leave the place. Despite her reservations, I exchanged telephone numbers with Sharon.

It had been a worthwhile experience after all. I got back to my residence some minutes past seven p.m. It looked like I had left he house several weeks ago.

That weekend, I could not visit Precious's mum as

didn't want my company.

"Okay, I can see that you are not in the mood. See you another time."

I moved towards the door to take my leave.

"How was she?" Sharon asked.

I stopped to turn to her. "How was who?" She snickered.

"You know who I'm talking about."

I shook my head vehemently. "No, I don't know who you're talking about."

She glared at me. "Did you have her all night long? Was Aunty Rose sweet?"

Now I knew what she was talking about. I opened my mouth in awe.

"Oh, you're surprised that I knew? Don't be. I came to your room to find the two of you in a love tango, hugging, kissing and romancing each other."

Wow, so Sharon actually saw something. But then, she missed the point. I shook my head.

"You're right we hugged, but there was never anything like kissing and romancing her."

"Tell that to the marines," she scoffed.

I was exasperated. How could I convince her that Rose was like a sister? How could I ...?

"Why don't you go and meet her? Why are you here? You call yourself a Christian, but you grabbed

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There was a lot of work waiting for me, but I always did things at my own pace. Daddy was always talking about diligence and hard work, and I had always argued that I was diligent enough. He certainly had a sterner view of what hard work should mean.

I worked hard till break time. After my break, I worked hard again. Few minutes to four o’clock, one of the marketers came to tell me I had a visitor.

“Who?”

“She said her name is Madam Helen.”

Madam Helen? I was surprised to hear that. Madam was my good acquaintance some months back. Four months ago, she had told me she would be relocating to Canada where her first daughter lived.

At fifty-two, she was a widow I met when I went out to do corporate marketing for the microfinance bank. She owned a nursery primary school and I had thought they might need our service in getting credit facilities.

Madam Helen was interested, but not in the credit facilities. Her interests were purely personal. I became involved with her and we became lovers. Yes, I knew she was much older and that I probably had no shame beeping a woman like that, but it was not all my faults.

The woman had a body that was hardly resistible. The most amazing part of it all was her sexual prowess. I was surprised to discover she was damn good in bed. But then, it was not easy to please or satisfy her.

So, when she had told me her twenty-eight years old daughter that lived in Canada wanted her to come over, inwardly, I had breathed in sigh of relief. That was about four months ago. You can therefore understand why I was surprised to be informed now that she was around to see me.

“Alright, tell her to come in,” I answered.

Some seconds later, Madam Helen came inside my office.

“Madam, what a surprise to see you,” I said as soon as she stepped inside.

She beamed in smile.

“I came back later yesterday night.”

“Really? I thought you were still enjoying Canada.” I quickly motioned her to a seat.

“Please, sit down.”

“Thanks, Richard. How’re you?”

I smiled and nodded at her. “I’m fine. Things are not that easy, but man still dey.”

“But, you’re looking good. See how your face dey shine.”

“If you say my face is shining, what do we say about yours? I must say that your travelling has done you good. You’re a bit slimmer and more beautiful.”

“Really?” she glowed in my compliment. “Are you sure about that?”

“Of course.” I decided to give her the ultimate teaser. “You’re more beautiful and much more attractive.”

She was all smiles. “Well, thanks for the compliment, Richy.”

“You’re welcome. How was your stay in Canada?”

She slightly shook her head. “The place is fine, but too dry. Besides, I don’t like the cold. I told her there’s no way I will cope with the winter.”

I nodded and quite agreed with her.

“There’s one more thing,” she added.

“What’s that?”

“I miss you terribly, Richy.”

I tried a smile. Now, I had to be careful. I had a lady in my life that I was hoping to settle down with and I just had to be careful with someone like Madam Helen.

“I must admit that I miss you too,” I returned, trying to please her.

She nodded as if that was the very answer that she expected me to give.

“Why don’t you come over to my place when you close? I have some nice package to gift you.”

Somehow, I felt delighted. “Oh, that will be appreciated, madam.”

She stood up abruptly. “I could have called you on the phone, but I decided to come personally to invite you. I will be waiting for you, Richard.”

I stood up too. “I appreciate your coming, madam. Certainly, I’ll be in your place when I leave here.”

She gave me a knowing wink, waved at me and left the office. I sighed as I watched her go. So, madam was back. Hmn, I just had to be careful.

The sex sessions I had with her were wild and I felt drained each time I had it. Now, with Kween in my life, I just had to be very careful.

shop started in earnest.
The woman that came the previous day was around to present the first paper. This time around, she talked about Work Ethics.

Thereafter, the routine continued. I noticed that Sharon barely looked at my side. During break when I asked if all was well with her, she answered curtly that there was no problem.

She also appeared moody during the afternoon session. In the early part of the evening, she did not come around to my room, so I decided to pay her a visit in hers.

When she saw that I was the one at the door, she neither shoo me off nor invited me inside. I entered nonetheless.

"Will it not be better if you tell me what's bothering you?" I said gently.

"Nothing is bothering me," she mumbled.

"Really? But this is not the same Sharon I knew yesterday."

She sat on the bed without saying a word. I could see that the room was the size of the one given to me, but the arrangement was different.

I sighed. "Can we play scrabble?" I asked.

She shook her head. I chuckled. She obviously

Interesting

Interesting.

the longest hug I had ever had. I could the feel curviness of her body against mine. It was an enthralling scene and moment.

By providence -yes, by providence - I had learnt not to be swayed by senses. I could conrol how my body reacted to what I saw or felt.

I was man enough not to capitulate to the desires of the flesh. After what seemed like ages, she finally disengaged from me. "Seyi, thank you so much.

I'll never forget this." I smiled and patted her. "To God be the glory."

She moved to the door.

"Goodnight, Seyi." I nodded. "Good night, sister."


* *

I woke up on Thurday morning early as usual. I took my bath and dressed up in one of the clothes bought for me. By eight, Rose came around with a tray containing tea, coffee, fruit juice and digestive.

"Good morning. Here's light meal for you."

"Good morning, sister. How was your night?" She smiled. "Fine. Thanks for yesterday."

"We thank God."

I took the digestive and the pineapple juice. Many minutes later, she came to take the tray away. Our work-

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