At a snail's pace, i opened my eyes, the light of the new day was thwarted from the room as the curtains were still closed. It was Saturday morning and it was a good sensation knowing I do not have to get up for work. I stretched and yawned. I reached for my phone to look at the time. 6:23 am. The children will still be sleeping for at least another hour. I twisted to my side and stare at my husband, still profoundly asleep. He doesn’t snore. One of the various things I love about him. He was lying on his back, shirtless, in only his shorts. I gaze at him. Due to our busy timetable, it has been almost a week since the last time we were intimate. I wondered if I should wake him up, or if getting up and getting started on the chores around the house would make me a better wife. I figured my husband will be more indebted of a Mouth Action than a clean home.

It was like his cock knew what I was thinking, because as I reached for his shorts, it slowly began to get erect. I kissed the tip of his cock. He stirred. I used my tongue to moisten the tip. He moaned and stirred again. He was not awake yet though. I slowly put the whole cock in my mouth and began working it just the way he taught me. Up and down, I licked and sucked. I put the cock in my mouth as far as it could go without gagging. I felt his hand on my head. He was awake.
“Honey… what are you….?” he asked sleepily.
I did not respond. I kept on working his cock and his moan made me know he was loving it. He grabbed my head with his hands, but did not push. He let me set the pace. Another reason I loved him. He makes sure I am comfortable whenever we made love.
I moved my mouth to his balls and sucked gently. I knew my husband liked that too. He moaned louder and reached for my breasts. I took his hands away, as it was distracting, reached up and whispered in his ear.

“Let me please you baby…”
He obliged by putting both hands beneath his head. I loved being in control. I loved pleasing my man and that was exactly what I wanted to do this morning.
I went back to work on his cock. It was big and hard now. Waiting for me. I sucked hard and fast. I could feel it twitching in my mouth. I removed my mouth and began working it with my hand, another thing he taught me. I moved very fast as I stroked the cock. I then replaced my hand with my mouth once again and began sucking in earnest. I was getting very Hot now. I could feel my pussy get wetter each time he moaned. It was seeking attention badly. It wanted to be bleeped. With one hand, while still sucking my man’s dick, I reached down to stroke myself. It felt so good, I moaned on his cock. I instantly got up and sat on my man’s cock. He loved it when I squat on it and that was exactly what I did.
I slowly filled myself with his cock and at this time, I was so ready and so wet, I could not go slow. I gave it all I got and bleeped him real hard and fast. He reached out to grab my ass but I moved his hands back and held it against the bed while I kept fucking him. I released his arms and reached down to my own pussy as I felt my orgasm coming and coming hard. I bit my lips to keep from screaming and I stroked my clit while fucking him hard. In only a few seconds, I came so hard there was a small puddle between us.
I began stroking my nipples as I started to grind against him. Wildly moving my hips and feeling it in my clit. In a matter of seconds, I felt another orgasms coming and this time, I felt him ready to come with me. He reached for my hips again and this time, I let him. He grabbed my ass hard and thrust upward to meet mine. I felt his nails digging in my ass and I grabbed my breasts and we both reached paradise together.
We were panting heavily. I gave my man a kiss.
“Good morning.” I said.
“It certainly is. ” He replied.

I got up and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He came in behind me.
“My turn to please you.” He said and reached to grab me from behind.
I could feel myself getting excited all over again.

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Do you rework the truth before saying it? Do you hesitate to tell a friend the truth that will hurt him/her but eventually make her a better person? Do you consider massaging the ego of your friends more important than tearing off their blindfolds? Do you feel like hushing the voice of truth when it is tearing you apart? Do you see half truths as forts of solace in perilous times? Certainly not!

Truth inclined minds are rare to find in this age of moral freefall. It appears everyone is becoming a real sucker for half truths. Our generation is not quite acquainted with the warmth of truth told by forthright friends. People who refrain from saying the bitter truth tend to be well-liked. But their names are hardly ever found on the honour list. “Lie to me” has become the unspoken rule of friendship. Tell people they are perfect even when everything about them spells DEFECT, and see how they will work you to the centre of their universe.

You are likely to be a loner if you cannot placate people with abridged versions of truth. But do you give a hoot, knowing that one way to squander life is to trifle with truth? See a refusal to hear the truth as a refusal to accept love. Walk away from anyone who is not thick skinned enough to gradually handle hurtful truths. The truth that heals often hurts at first.

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Sandra was the lady every man would give anything just to be with her. From a distance I could feel the envious stares of men and some ladies as we both walked side by side into the exquisite restaurant of the “Protea Hotel”. I could see why this venue was her favourite. It was beautiful to say the least.

Sandra looked very gorgeous in her strapless lipstick-red Atelier Versace dinner gown that perfectly graced her flawless tempting curves. Her succulent seductive lips came alive in fuchsia red, almost begging to be kissed. She posses all the charm, the class and warmth. She was indeed every man’s fantasy. Sitting side by side, lust in each other’s gaze and not willing to be found. We had not even decided if we would still have the buffet.

Shockily, we had met in the Charity Foundation event few months ago. I was the head of a committee of which she was a member; a truly faithful member. Resilient, willing to take correction without feeling distressed, always on time, creative and prayerful. The work at hand was overwhelming and often exhausting, but together we made a great team and did a great job. We continued to communicate through phone calls, chat and sometimes, text messages every now and then. There was no strings attached, or so we thought. In no time, I found my thoughts effortlessly thinking about her and our acquaintance blossomed slowly yet powerfully.
She confided in me about lots of personal issues and checked on me constantly, asking me if I had eaten, or sometimes, just to find out how I was doing. I liked that and so I returned the gesture. Before long, she dependent on me just about anything and I was more than happy to be of help to her. Not seeing or hearing from Sandra in a whole day seems suicidal.

Greetings, You are welcome. May I take your orders sir? A profound male voice with a slight Moroccan ascent intermittent my line of thoughts. He was a tall, slim and dark complexion man, probably in his early thirties. His pink lips parted into a wide smile revealing a white beautiful set of teeth, which matched his equally spotless all white Changsha attire. I allowed Sandra place orders. “Your wife has made an excellent choice sir,” and then he vanished just quickly as he had appeared.

“Your wife” he had said. Those words rang insistently in my head. Sandra was all my wife wasn’t, or so it seemed. My wife and I argued over just about anything and everything. She never seems to understand. Her indignant and rebellious attitude made home a living hell. Most awful though, was her affair with her work and smart phones. I factually had to beg for attention, and with little success I must say. Tania and I had been married for four years, one month and three weeks with nothing to show for it, not even children. As a result, our sex life had become laborious, droning and gradually imaginary. Marriage had quickly evolved into being draining and suffocating; Sandra, at least was breath of fresh air. I still love Tania– I think, but with her love and hate, anger and happiness all seems to be the same.

Sandra reminded me of who I was before I met Tania and though I never said it, I had fallen in-love with her. We were not physically or sexually involved, but there was definitely a soul-tie. Tania had become my roommates and sometimes, sexual partner, but Sandra, a wife of some sort. I had thought my marriage would be different, considering we were both Christians, but even that made things a bit complex. Tania had no idea about Sandra, but she could sense my love for her was quickly waning and to be fair to her, she did all she could to revamp our once vivacious marriage, but to no avail. I had drifted so far away. Honestly, it hurts to see her that way; it hurts to see her becoming a shadow of herself. It hurts to see what we have become!!!!! what I have become!!!!!!!!!

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My Cheating Wife. "Part 4"

I had her skirt hiked up around her waist, her panties, bra and shirt flung to the far corners of the room, as the head slipped past her lower lips she clutched me. Hard. Harder even than when she had climaxed earlier. I pulled back a bit and repeated the partial entry.  Her face was contorted.  She said her first words; ‘Bleep Me’ I didn’t.  I could hear telltale sounds of fresh lovemaking from the next room.  I buried my lips next to her ear.

‘What did you say?’ She repeated herself.  I slid an inch forward. Then out again.  Who? I asked.  Who? When she said my name it sounded better than I could have ever hoped. I slid all the way in and said ‘Louder’.  With each thrust her voice rose and every time I pulled back, I repeated myself.  It had become a battle of sounds now, they had gotten louder, and I knew they had heard us, I was satisfied.  As she came, she gave an extra treat, she screamed my name and surname this time, at the top of her lungs.

Instantly, the lovemaking in the next room ceased, I smiled as she fell asleep with her head on my chest.   My wife called.  I told her how lonely it was in Lagos and sent a picture of myself in an empty hotel room. There were no sounds from the other room all night.

In the morning, the lover’s wife was distraught.  He didn’t deserve her.  I had us packed and ready to go then I sent my wife a message, I had just landed and I was in a taxi on the way home and that I hoped she had packed, the flight for Ireland was scheduled to leave at noon. I listened hard.  When their door opened, I opened ours and stepped out.  He saw me first, and then his wife.  I could see all three of them go through the emotions.  Self-righteous rage, confusion and then slowly, understanding.

He knew now that it was his wife who had screamed my name and that we had heard them as well.  She knew now that I had lied to her and slept with her best friend’s wife and that I had caught her cheating.  The lover’s wife only knew that she had been unfaithful and that her husband had been as well.  His business trips suddenly made sense.

The one thing none of them knew was that I was not as shocked or outraged as they were.  I smiled and pulled the envelope with the divorce papers out of my bag.  I handed them to her and walked out.  When her lawyer tried to apply for settlement, I told the Court I had nothing.   I had donated all our property to a Ireland charity.  All bank accounts had been cleared out leaving barely enough to survive for 2 weeks.  There was nothing to be done, the property wasn’t mine anymore.

When the divorce became final, I raised some money from my friends and found the next flight to Ireland.  She was broke and so was her lover.  His wife had kicked him out.  They could have been broke together but even that was not on the cards.  It turned out he preferred his wife, mine was just a good lay.  She wouldn’t have him back but he dumped my wife to show her he had changed.

When I arrived at the office of the charity I had set up for this purpose, I presented the second document to its manager.  He signed.

I was free and with all of my wealth, minus a cheating wife and 10% of the net worth which went to the Charity.   My lawyer had said they could only touch property acquired during our marriage, I sold it all.  He said funds in my name would be subject, I gave it all away.  When I got it back the marriage had been dissolved, she was not entitled.  It was perfectly legal.

I know what you are thinking.  I lied to my wife, I stalked her, I involved another innocent woman, led her on for months.  Well, not exactly, I did write the book.  I documented the discovery, the stalking, the plan and its execution.  It hit the shelves a week ago in all my distribution zones and was an instant bestseller in all of them.

I didn’t stab my wife and her lover when I saw them in my pool, that would have been foolish.  I waited over a year but I ruined their lives.  I bought myself a new home in Liverpool, a few cars as well, the success of the new book covered my tracks.

My new home is large and luxurious, I had the pool cemented over the day I moved in, on rough nights I walk out onto my balcony and look at the solid grey slab that used to be filled with clear blue water and then I go back to bed and sleep like a baby.

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My Cheating Wife “Part 3” (+18)

The next weekend, after dropping me off, she drove home first and then to one of the hotels/motels in outskirt of London.  She was there all weekend.  I called the lover’s home.  His wife picked.  I asked her about safety precautions on oil rigs.  She got excited and pressed me for details.  I told her there was an explosion somewhere towards the end.  Temporarily sated, she explained a few things to me.  Just before I dropped I sent the lover my regards, she mentioned that he had to travel for business.  I just smiled.

Every time I ‘went to Scotland’ after that, she went to East London.  Sometimes, she went straight from the airport.  I let it continue uninterrupted, occasionally making early returns so they never got comfortable with using the house for their weekend trysts.  Sometimes I would go to their hotel and get the room next to theirs.  They always got the same room.  They were loud, always.  She would scream obscenities and he would grunt like a beast.  I would sit in my room with the lights off, listening to them and periodically send her pictures of scotland.

Then 6 months ago, I told her I wanted us to move to Ireland for a year.  She was completely against it but I explained that the second part of the book was set in Ireland and flying back and forth to Ireland was tedious enough.  There was nothing tying us to London, nothing she could mention.

I asked her not to worry.  I would take care of everything.  For the next month, I stayed home every day, and didn’t go to Scotland.  I could sense her desperation.  I let it grow as the date we set for our relocation drew closer.  She sighed audibly when I told her I would be going to Lagos one last time, to return the morning of our trip.  We had sold the cars already so I took a taxi straight to Sheraton.

She was in Manchester city in under an hour after I left.  I made a few phone calls, confirmed the flight booking, cab booking and room booking and faxed over the final documents and awaited the signed copies.  Then I called the lover’s wife.  I told her I was in a bit of a rut on that explosion and I needed her expertise.  I offered to let her read my drafts so she could get a feel of the plot.  She offered to come over to the house.  I told her I was in Scotland.  She was sad, so sad.  I told her it was all handwritten so I couldn’t mail it.  She apologized for not being able to help, I told her I appreciated her willingness.

The next morning I called her again.  I was coming back to London so she could read my manuscript.  I really needed her help.  She was flattered.  I told her I wasn’t going home just yet, I can’t work at home.  I was going to check into a small hotel on the outskirts of town, I asked her to hand the phone to her husband so I could explain.  He had travelled on business, of course.  I asked her to come anyway.  I would get her an adjoining room but since her husband wasn’t home, he didn’t need to know, he would tell my wife and she’d be hurt that I came to london and didn’t sleep at home.  But I had to work, I needed to get past this explosion.  She understood.

She wanted to drive over but I was already in a cab.  I picked her up.  We checked into our rooms.  They were separated only by thin walls, all three rooms.  She had the one in the middle.  We stepped in her room and I handed her the handwritten manuscript of my unpublished first novel.  I wrote it when I was 17 and it showed.  Every chapter had a sex scene.  She was barely through with the first chapter when the lovers started.  They were loud and she blushed.  I pretended not to notice.

Between the obscene manuscript and what sounded like honeymooners next door she got aroused in a few minutes.  She paused periodically to ask questions and make recommendations.  Sometimes just to lick her lips.  I lay on the bed, waiting for her to get to my little alteration, the noise of lovemaking next door had subsided.

I knew when she found it.  She started breathing hard, she licked her lips a few times.  I half expected her to put the manuscript down out of embarrassment but she kept on reading.  When I leaned down to whisper in her ear, the words ‘kiss me’ weren’t out of my mouth before she had me pinned to the bed.  I put in everything I had, every trick I knew but she wasn’t a squealer.  She purred. …

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HONOUR: THE KEY TO INCREASE.

A son honour his father, And a servant his master. If then I am the father, where is my honour? And if I am a master, where is my reverence? Says the Lord of host. “Malachi 1:6

Honour is, perhaps, the most important key to experiencing a life of increase. If you are going to consistently walk in increase, you must determine in your heart to continuously and consistently honour God. A simple test of honour is asking yourself who comes first in your life. You see, honouring God is giving preference to God. You can not afford to be so modern that you put God in the back burner and think that he will just look at your heart. The truth is, if it is really in your heart, it will manifest in your actions. God values honour so much that he had to confront the people in the days of Malachi. He asked a very profound question, “if I am the father, where is my honour?”

Therefore, the LORD God of isreal has declared, I did, in fact, say that your family and your ancestors’s family would walk before me forever; but now the LORD declares, far be it from me! The one who honours me, I will honour, and the one who despises me is to be treated with contempt. (ISTV) 1 samuel 2:30

Ask yourself, where is God’s honour in my life? Point things you do or refrain from doing that shows that you truly honour God. God says those despise him(those who do not honour Him) will be treated with contempt. You do not want God to treat you with contempt. However, he is emphatic about honouring those who honour him. If you intend to live a life above reproach and contempt, you must pay attention to honouring God.


FIRST

You honour God by putting Him first. Whethere it is your time, your money or your affection, God wants to come first. Jesus explained to the Pharisees that the first and greatest commandment is to love the Lord with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind (Mathew 22:37). This is non-negotiable. You can not love your spouse, your job or even your parents more than you love the Lord. God must have preeminence in everything you do.


THE LORD’S CALF

There is an interesting story of a man whose cow had two calves. As soon as he saw the calves, he vowed to give one to the Lord. When his friends asked him which of the claves is the Lord’s, he responded that it was strictly between him and God. One day, a car hit one of the calves and it died, in agony the man cried out, “The Lord’s calf is dead!” How convenient!

In your experience, is it always the Lord’s calf that dies? When you have a challenge and need to restructure your time, is it the time you spend with the Lord whether in prayer or in attending church services that has to be limited? Do you maintain every other activity and shut down God thinking that God will understand? God ask, “if I am your father, where is my honour?”


THE  BEST

Do you allocate your best time of the day to God or wait till you have schedule every other thing before you make time for the Lord? Do you expend whatever funds come to you and then leave whatever is left for the Lord? Do you wait for things to get worn out and useless to you before you sow them to the lord? You see, God is serious about honour and his points of reference are interesting. He ask in “Malachi 1:8”.

And when you offer the blind as a sacrifice, is it not evil? And when you offer the lame and sick, is it not evil? Offer it them to your governor! Would he be pleased with you? Would he accept you favourably?” says the Lord of host.

Can you give the things you give to God to your governor or president? Whether it is money, attention or reverence, do you give more details when it comes to people you see than the God you serve? How do you dress when you want to see dignitary? How do you dress when you go to church? Do you act like you are going to see the most important person in the universe? Honour is cruscial. You see, your tithe is not just ten percent of your increase. It is the first and the best ten percent. When you prepare your offering, do you just pick random notes or do you take time to pick the very best notes and arrange them in an orderly manner. God pays attention to how you treat him and the things that concern him.

Honour the Lord with your possessions, and with the firstfruit of all your increase”--- Proverbs 3:9

Do not just give the lord your substance, Honour Him with it! Give properly. Give with reverence. Give with expectation.

Do you make haste to do the word that comes to you every time you are in church or every time you open your bible, or do you try a self help guru’s technique first and then turn to God when things fail? Put God first.

Perhaps the greatest show of honour is having faith in God and His word. For without faith it is impossible to please him(Hebrews 11:6). Why is this? The bible says that he that comes to god must believe that God exists and that God rewards those who see him diligently. You must believe God’s word that he will honour those who honour him. You must choose to live a life that consistently honours God.

Honour God with your body. Honour God with your lifestyle. Honour God with your money. Honour God by putting God and his kingdom first and watch how things will begin to turn in your favour. Honour the Lord; it is a key to increase!


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You have an incredible capacity and ability to overcome life’s greatest challenges.

Embrace this reality, and use it the next a crisis arises. Always celebrate the opportunity to perform at a higher level. When  you break through the wall of fear, the benefits are numerous. You will enjoy calmness and the ability to dream and design an exciting future without being shackled by worry and guilt. When you continually clean up your unfinished business, life becomes simple and uncluttered. This gives you a surge of new energy.

All of these breeds confidence. It’s critical that you understand one thing—confidence grows by doing, not by thinking. Only actions produces result. To produce a different result, you need to change something. It all starts with you. Until you change, nothing else will change. Procrastination is one way ticket to staying stuck. It’s an excuse not to perform.

To release yourself totally from the baggage of the past, you must learn to forgive. There are two sides to this:

a.     First, you need to forgive the people who obstructed you in the past---parents, friends, relatives or teachers. Anyone who undermined or abused your confidence verbally, physically or mentally. No matter how traumatic the experience, to be free you need to forgive them. This is necceassry if you want to have peace of mind and a happier future.

b.     Forgive yourself. Silence forever those negative thoughts of guilt. “The past is history, you will never be able to change it. Instead, accept the fact that whatever you did, your choices were based on your level of knowledge and awareness at that time.” The same goes for your parents. Don’t blame them for your upbringing—they did what they did based on their circumstances, belief system and parenting ability.

Too many people never let the real person within them come alive. Consequently, they live a dormant and unfulfilled existence. Instead of gloriously stretching and challenging themselves to be all they can be, they flounder in the everyday stuff of life. You can be different, make a decision now to remove yourself from the futility and explore the unique talents you have been given. They are within you, just waiting to be let loose.

Release your fears. Forgive those who need to be forgiven, and be confident in the knowledge that you can have what you want by taking one step at a time, making one decision at a time and accomplishing one result at a time.

Usually we don’t think about confidence as a habit. Often we look at other people who seem to be enjoying life to the fullest, and wish we had been born with the same genes. While its true that certain individuals seem to be more outgoing than others, confidence can be developed. And having confidence doesn’t mean that you need to be jumping up and down every single day with off the scale positive energy. Some of the most confidence and successful people we know have a quiet inner strength that is rarely expressed in gregarious fashion. Essentially, confidence evolves from combining a positive attitude with positive action. Bothof these involve the power of choice. Every day you can make a conscious choice to think more positively. And you can also choose to take positive action or not. There is a direct link between your attitude and the choices you ultimately make.

Culled from: The Power of Focus.

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As I stepped out of the plane at the Nnamdi Azikiwe International airport in Abuja, I turned to see that a hunky Mulatto guy behind me had his eyes glued to my bum in a chiffon mini skirt. I mischievously twerked it and he gasped audibly. I glared at him disapprovingly and pulled my sun shades on. As my feet touched the tarmac, I felt a strange mixture of trepidation, anxiety and excitement. Today I would be meeting my biological mother again after 25 years. I walked towards the arrival lounge, I let the mild heat brush my face; yes this was my home.

My name is Cassandra Bisong and I am 32 years, this is the second time I’m coming to Nigeria. First time was when I was five years old and my parents were still happily married. My parents are both from Obubra in Cross River state. I am fair, petite but well proportioned in the way Calabar women are known to be. I chuckled to myself as I remembered how my Jamaican professor had described me when he was hitting on me back then in school. “Tiny waist fanning out in reckless abandon to juicy hips”.

I was born, and grew up in the quaint town of South Orange in New Jersey, 14 miles from Manhattan. After my high school, I went on to Seton Hall University where I studied International relations and majored in diplomacy. After graduation I worked in the Embassy of the Federal Republic of Nigeria in Washington DC for 6 years.

Well! My dream had been to become an Ambassador but I ended up there as a Public Relations officer, after shuffling papers and dealing with wide eyed, desperate, somewhat cunning Nigerians or Naija, as they called themselves. I can say I’m very fascinated by their confidence and notorious reputation. Enough to want to come to this very controversial but intriguing country to experience it firsthand. There is more to it anyway though, my father told me that my mother abandoned me and fled to Nigeria 25 years ago. This is puzzling because the Mum I remember is gentle, beautiful and loved me with her life. The story just didn’t fit and I had looked forward to hearing her out. Now I was actually going to do it.

At the arrival lounge I located my luggage and headed towards the exit. As I made to take a trolley for my luggage, a dark lanky youth with some sort of tribal marks lining his face appeared from nowhere and grabbed my hand. I felt like spiders were crawling down my back. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a snub or anything like that, but a stranger had never grabbed me like that before. Was he a sex offender?

“Fine Aunty, well done ooh, you want trolley? I go help you carry your bag, na only 100 naira”

I snatched my hand back in confusion; why was he renting the trolley to me? Was he trying to con me? I had been warned of opportunists in Nigeria and really I have never been to an airport where trolleys were rented out. I took a deep breath to fight panic and looked at him fiercely.

“Get your hands away from my luggage Mister! Before I get security.”

He left my bag but still held the trolley. What? I turned around and saw a man in security uniform and beckoned to him. He took his time before strolling lazily over, looking angry that I had called him.

“Na wetin dey happen here? Wat happen?” He said

“This man sexually harassed me and wants to rent the trolley to me, isn’t it for free?”

The security man snorted

“Which kind free? Ol’ boy wetin dey happen here” he turned to the guy to get the gist

“See this ashewo ooh, common 100 naira, wey I tell am say na for the trolley, she begin dey speak grammar.”

I knew that ashewo meant prostitute and couldn’t believe the insult and drama that was unfolding in front of me. I simply snatched my bags and without another word started rolling them along clumsily as I walked out. The security man raised his voice so that I could hear and abused me further.

“See her legs like free trolley, upon all the money wey she carry come from America, common 100 naira she no fit give for trolley. She dey find oshofri.”

He hissed loud and long.

I was stunned, Jezz!!! This was my country? Everyone was rushing, oblivious of the next person. As I walked towards the cabs lining the sidewalk, more hands grabbed my luggage

“Sweet sister, Aunty you dey find taxi?” one cooed

Someone else pulled me from behind.

“No mind am, my car get AC, come this side.”

Tears stung my eyes. I looked around and discovered I was not the only one mobbed. Cab drivers grabbed at passengers all around, jostling. I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder and turned. I was about to give the person a piece of my mind when I saw him. The same half caste guy that was checking me out while I was leaving the plane smiled at me. He told them that I was with him and they dispersed. He grabbed my bags and led me to a Toyota Camry 2009 model, parked some feet away. He put my bags in the boot and walked around to open the passenger’s door for me, I found my voice.

“Hey Mister! You don’t even know me.”

He laughed, his laughter was seductive and he looked me in the eye.

“Is this your first time in Nigeria?”

“Yeah except you count when I was five years.”

“From your accent, you are American.”

“No I am Nigerian–American, why are you helping me?”

He laughed. “I am just being nice Ma’am”

“Why?”

He laughed again and gestured towards the open car.

“At least, take a load off your feet, sit down; I promise I’m not driving off to kill ya. Here! Have the car keys but for Christ sakes just sit down. I promise I’m harmless.”

“I smiled and sat down, grateful to rest my tired legs.”

“So what’s your name fair lady.”

“My name is Cassandra and you?”

“I’m Muna, short for Munachi” He said

“Muna thanks for rescuing me back there but do you want something from me?”

“NO” he responded dramatically, slapping his forehead.

“You know people always want something” I said, pouting.

“In this case, trust me I want nothing, you looked ready to burst into tears back there. Could never resist a damsel in distress.”

He walked over to the driver’s seat and sat.

“Okay I forgive you for staring so hard in the plane.”

We both laughed and relaxed and he touched my arm slightly

“Where are you headed? To a hotel? Was someone coming to pick you?

“I have reservations at Chelsea Hotel.”

“So Chelsea Hotel It is.”

He tugged at some sheets of paper that I was sitting on.

“Babe let me just get these document, they are my client’s receipts”

I apologized profusely and lifted my hips for him to ease the document from under me.

He tilted towards me and in a bid to grab all the receipts, his palm got trapped under my bum. His touch was electric and I gasped as a delicious feeling washed over me.

“Mu… Muna, what…?

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"Part 2"

The next day I went to see my best friend and lawyer.  I asked him about divorces and how they affected finances and assets.  He walked me through matrimonial actions.  Essentially, if I divorced her, my wife would get as much as half to keep her in the lifestyle to which she had become accustomed while married to me.  Utter bollocks.  He asked if everything was ok, I told him it was research for a new book.  The protagonist was in a messy divorce and needed to figure out a legal way to leave his wife with nothing.  He was intrigued.

He called me the next day.  He’d found a way.  It was complicated but it could work.  The rules only apply to property or funds acquired during marriage.  If the protagonist found a way to transfer it all to some trusted third party before the proceedings begun then there would be nothing for the Court to give her.  He could always get it back afterwards.  I mulled it around in my head for almost a month.  I called him and told him what I came up with.  He said I was a bloody genius then made a few changes so it would be perfectly legal.  I asked him to draft a sample for me and charge me for the work.  He didn’t want to till I pointed out that the book might make millions.  What are friends for?

By now, our circle of friends was abuzz with the news that a new novel was in the works.  Our circle of friends which included my wife’s lover and his wife who fortunately for me was a die-hard fan.  Whenever we were at an event together, she would ask how the book was coming along, at first I would hedge and refuse to divulge any information then I began to feed her tidbits.  Enough to make her look forward to our next meeting.

Six months after I caught my wife shagging her best friend, I bought my wife the new iPhone.  It was customary.  A new phone here, a new car there, diamonds and pearls every other month.  This was different.  I had installed Google Latitude on the device and connected it to mine before handing it to her.  I now knew everywhere the phone went and she was like a teenager with her phone, she never put it down.

For the next few months, I watched my wife diligently, electronically.  Every Wednesday, she spent the afternoon at her lover’s house.  Convenient.  He ran a small web design firm out of his home.  His wife was the money in the family.  Some of the time, late on Fridays, she’d drive into odd addresses on the outskirts of London, Liverpool and Stoke city predominantly.   I had them checked out, Hotels.

The first time I left for the weekend, she stayed home.  I told her my story was based in Scotland and I needed to be in the metropolis for inspiration. She tried to talk me out of it but drove me to the airport.  I waited 15mins after passing airport security then got a Taxi to take me to one of the hotels in the city.  Her phone was in the house all weekend but he could have come over for all I knew.   The business class flight ticket had cost me $150 the first of many.

I started to ‘visit Manchester city’ every other week.  Sometimes I would actually go for a day and take enough pictures for 2 or 3 and return to London.  It wasn’t till the 7th weekend that I made my move.  I called her on Sunday morning.  I didn’t let her talk, she didn’t try.  I told her I was in a cab on my way home, I was sure she was in church so I didn’t ask her to come pick me. I had missed her loads.  I was 2 houses away.  His black Honda Accord sped past in less than 5 minutes.  …

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The day I found out my wife was cheating, I wasn’t prepared.  I had not been suspecting for weeks, the sex wasn’t stale (at least not to me) we weren’t going through a rough patch, nothing of the sort.  That very morning she had come out of the shower and pressed her naked body against me.  I had to change my suit, shirt and tie afterwards and I was late for a meeting with my publisher but it was totally worth it.  That’s why when I walked into my home that afternoon, 3 hours earlier than normal, hoping to continue from where we left off in the morning, I didn’t expect to see my wife fucking someone else in the pool.  My pool.

My first instinct was to pick a knife off the kitchen cabinet. I almost did.  If I had, I would have killed one or both of them I wasn’t sure who I wanted to kill more.  The one I loved who had broken my trust or the object of her adulterous desires.  Then I saw his face, and the hand reaching to pull out a knife stopped in its tracks.

It wasn’t my brother or boss or best friend.  It was hers.  Her best friend, the guy who had always been there.  They were friends before I met her.  Friends while we dated.  Friends when we got married and she asked me to make him one of my groomsmen.  Friends till now.  At first I was uncomfortable with how close they were.  She told me he was like a brother to her.  Then he got a girlfriend, a hot one, who he eventually married and I never saw him in that light again.  Till now of course, in the harsh light of reality.

He had always been around it could have been going on for years.  If it had, that would make me a fool.  I was hurt, betrayed, angry, but I was not a fool.  Killing one or both of them right now in a fit of rage would be illogical, foolish.  They were still at it in the pool oblivious to me for the half hour I stood in my own kitchen watching my wife betray me.  Then I left.

At first, I was unsure what to do.  I’m not a gangster or military man, nor did I know any, so getting him killed or beaten to within an inch of his life was out of the question.  I am an author.  A rather successful one.  My last book sold around 3 million copies each in 6 continents, that is how I was able to afford the nice home in London with a pool and tennis court on the grounds that my stay at home by choice wife had converted to a love nest.

I’m not physically intimidating either.  I couldn’t beat him up myself.  The only tool I had, the only weapon I had was my mind.  I drove back to the office.  I knew the gateman would report that I had been home.  She called just as I walked into my office.  She sounded nervous.  I told her that I forgot my USB drive on the mantelpiece and I had picked it up, used the guest bathroom and returned to the office.  That I had called out her name but she didn’t respond so I figured she was sleeping and since I wasn’t staying long I decided not to disturb.  She believed me.  She had to.

I sat in my office with the lights off.  The emptiness scared me tonight.  I had rented the office space in the city center to handle the business side of the literary world and to have a zone.  A place away from home where I could come up with ideas.  I needed an idea badly that night. I got a few.  I went home that night, kissed my wife, made love to her and slept like a baby.  She was surprised by how energetic the lovemaking was, I told her I had come up with a plot for my new book.  I never showed my work till I was done so she didn’t press me. 

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Chinese Lady left in trance like state after groomsmen who tossed her into the air neglected to catch her


A cheerful wedding going to happen ended up being a stunning surprising catastrophe for a Chinese family after the spouse was left oblivious by a trick that turned out badly. This is what happened. 

'The lady touched base at the inn to meet the man of the hour for the wedding dinner. A few groomsmen were sent to welcome her at the front door. Wedding shenanigans are generally expected as of right now as per Chinese conventions, so the groomsmen got the lady and tossed her into the air, putting on a show to terrify her. 

The turn however was that they neglected to get the lady when she fell. She arrived on the ground carelessly and was thumped into a state of insensibility. Her terrified relatives promptly called the police for help.' 

She was dealt with in the clinic for a couple of days and is presently in a steady .



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The Center East's greatest economy, Saudi Arabia may come up short on money related resources inside of the following five years if the legislature keeps up its present strategies, cautions the Global Financial Asset.

Saudi Arabia is relied upon to run a financial plan shortage of 21.6 percent in 2015 and 19.4 percent in 2016, agreeing the IMF's most recent local monetary viewpoint.

The nation needs to change spending, the IMF asked.

The IMF laid out two key variables molding the district's standpoint. They are spreading and extending provincial clashes and drooping oil costs.

The contentions have offered ascend to huge quantities of uprooted individuals and evacuees, on a scale not seen subsequent to the mid 1990s, as indicated by the report.

"Accomplishing monetary manageability over the medium-term will be particularly testing given the need to make employments for the more than 10 million individuals foreseen to be searching for work by 2020 in the area's oil sending out nations," IMF Center East and Focal Asia Office Chief Masood Ahmed told writers after the report's disclosing in Dubai.

As indicated by the exploration, numerous specialists recommend low oil costs will stay set up for a long time to come.

"For the locale's oil exporters, the fall in costs has prompted huge fall in income, adding up to a stunning $360 billion this year alone," Masood Ahmed said.

OPEC individuals Saudi Arabia, Iran, Iraq, Kuwait, Qatar, UAE, Algeria and Libya have all seen their incomes drop strongly as an aftereffect of a decrease in oil costs.

Saudi Arabia is presently confronting a financial plan shortage interestingly since 2009. The rough value decrease has firmly affected the kingdom's economy since oil deals represent around 80 percent of its incomes. It has provoked the administration to cut spending, deferral activities and offer bonds.

The nation's net outside resources fell by about $82 billion from January to August. The administration sold state bonds worth $15 billion (55 billion riyals) this year.

"There have been various erratic spending recommendations this year that have occurred, and those activities have added to the spending needs," Masood Ahmed said.

The financial backing shortfall brought about venture cutbacks in Saudi Arabia. Organizations chipping away at framework undertakings haven't been paid for six months or more. Installment deferrals expanded of late as the administration needs to cut costs on contracts with a specific end goal to safeguard money.

In spite of the unending engages diminish yield and bolster rough costs, OPEC has been declining to do as such as the cartel is attempting to keep up its piece of the pie. Be that as it may, a month ago the cartel flagged a conceivable change of position, saying it may slice yield and is prepared to converse with other (non-OPEC) makers. Be that as it may, specialists say OPEC's announcements are not essential without a change of strategy by its greatest unrefined maker Saudi Arabia.

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