Can we run two stories here concurrently?

A message preached by Pastor Osiri Wisdom of the Wisdom Place Church inspired this Short story.

My other story will still be running until I finish it.

Meanwhile, enjoy this short story...

Temptation

I thought I was immune to sexual advances. That no man would ever spark my interest or get me drooling since my husband was everything I've ever wanted and more; he got the looks and the bag (if you understand what I mean), not to mention his consistency with the big 'Os' (My gosh! I looked forward to those moments which were frequent. My husband was good with his shaft.)

So, you see... There was no reason to even consider sparing another man a smile because George my husband set the bar so high that no other man would be able to reach...

Well... No other man except one.

A sinful son of the devil. Lucifer with perfect teeth and a killer smile. My husband's business partner.

It all started on our twentieth wedding anniversary and we finally decided to celebrate—we've never celebrated our anniversaries before. Unnecessary stress, that's what George called it and I agreed with him. But that year, the kids talked us into it and for their sake and our peace of mind, we gave in. On the condition that they would take care of the planning.

"You are as beautiful as the first day I met you." George slipped his hands around me from behind, pulling me closer so my backside would rest on his burgeoning manhood. Moving in even closer, I began to sway my hips, brushing and rubbing my backside on the now hardened manly pendulum. "Ah... Grace, you are killing me." After twenty years, you still arouse me like this."

"I'm glad I'm the only woman who can get you feeling like this," I purred. Resting the back of my head on his shoulder. I meant it when I said I was the only woman. George was a one-woman man. He had never cheated on me (I knew this somehow)

"Maybe we should have a quick one," he said, running his hands up and down my curves. "You don't need to remove everything, just lift your gown and..." His wet kisses on my neck finished his sentence.

"You are already dressed," I said, moving my hair to the other side of my neck.

"I don't mind removing everything." More kisses. "For this here," he scrunched a handful of my backside, "I can even cancel this party."

"What will you tell the children then? They put in their time to make this day happen."

"Argh..." He groaned, letting me go. "What will I do with this heaviness between my legs, nau?"

Laughing, I turned to face him. "My babe... Maybe we can do something about that."

"Really?" His face lit up.

That was how we stepped into the party organized for us by our children, reeking of passionate sex and satisfaction.

Did I tell you that George was a proud man? Yes, he would always show off his successes and possessions. So it didn't put me off when he started showing me off to every one of his friends and partners.

In fact, I gloried in it.

Which woman wouldn't be? My George was everything women wanted in a man and I was glad to be the queen of his heart and his world.

"Congratulations, Mr Ogunka... Goodness! Your wife hasn't aged one bit."

"She's a queen and queens don't age." George would say, gripping my waist possessively and pulling me to himself.

Sometimes he would plant a kiss on my lips, my cheek, my forehead... Anything to show his love and ownership of me.

Again, I didn't mind.

The night was almost over—Man! Was I glad!— when a car pulled into our compound and a man stepped out of it.

I shouldn't have bothered with this late visitor if I didn't notice the way others moved out of the way as he began to walk toward us, or the aura of power and command around him that suddenly overlooked the whole place as he moved even closer.

"Who is that man?" I asked, tapping George who was chatting with his younger brother while sipping a glass of wine.

"Which man?" His eyes followed my fingers. "Oh, that's the man I want to see right now." My husband squirmed with excitement. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me to my feet. "Come on, honey, let's go meet him."

The man saw us before we get to him and a slow smile worked up his lips. "George." He took my husband's hand without even sparing me a glance. "I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I didn't make it to your party today."

"I wouldn't have forgiven you too." My husband laughed, totally forgetting me. "Come on in... You shouldn't be standing." My husband was already walking off when the man rested his eye on me.

"Who is this beauty?" The man asked, his eyes walking from my hairline to my feet and back up again. In short, he was leering and there seemed no end to his fascination.

"Oh, Uhm..." My husband slipped his hand around my waist, pulling me closer. "This is my wife, Chioma."

Arching a brow, the man gave me another slow, essence-clinching stare. "She is a goddess," he murdered. Deliberately stressing the word 'goddess' making sure his voice permeated my skin, gripped my soul and my desire. "It's my pleasure meeting you finally, ma'am." Offering his hand, I took it and regretted doing so immediately.

Jesus Christ! I have never felt an electric spark pass from one person to the other so fast. I needed to pull my hand away from this devil but he held it firmly, not ready to release me yet.

George! My heart called out. George! Stop this madness! Save me from this man, warn him off like you do other men. But my husband was also held by this man's spell. He didn't seem to be perturbed by what was going on.

"My name is James." The man said. I almost expected him to say, 'And I want to have sex with you.' Because everything about him... The burning in his eyes, the heat passing through his hand to mine, screamed his lust for me.

"I have been trying to get James to buy shares in our company," my husband cut in.

"And I might consider doing that now." James released my hand. "If your wife will want me to." He said, smiling at my husband.

What? This man was shameless! And my husband a big fool.

How come George didn't read between the lines? This man was bargaining with him... Subtly playing his card of 'give me your wife and I will give you my money,' and George wasn't seeing it?

The worst of it all was that I could feel my attraction to him. I didn't want it, I didn't want him... But my inside was saying otherwise. My pulsating carnal... Jesus!

This was wrong.

"Of course, Chioma would want you to invest in our company." George enthused. "Don't you want that, honey?"

I want him to have me... No no no... Where did that thought come from? "Yes." I breathed. "Yes, I want him..." He turned his head to look at me, a lascivious smirk playing on his lips. What did he hear? "I want him to buy the shares."

"Then, I will." His dark eyes glimmered.

"Just like that?" My husband asked.

"Just like that."

I knew it wasn't just like that. Something evil was about to happen and George had just put me at the centre of it.

To be continued o, make I go find money ���

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Two

"Excuse me," I muttered, slipping away from George's grip, I started walking back to the party, aware of this strange man's eyes on me and the laughter that would be dancing in them.

Chioma you should be ashamed of yourself! I thought, snatching a glass of cocktail off a steward's tray. How could I lust after a man I just met like that? What was wrong with me?

Me! A Christian woman, married for twenty years. And in all those years had remained faithful to George. Not out of compulsion or duty but love.

George gave me everything. From a name and an Identity as I was a nobody when he picked me up, to an education that made me stand out among my contemporaries. And an inheritance! I wasn't just George's next of kin, I was his partner in everything— everything he owed he gave me a share of, an equal share. The houses, the company, his stocks.

No man had ever measured up to my husband. None!

Gulping the drink all at once, my eyes combed the now thinning party (people were beginning to leave) for a steward who would get me more drinks.

None was in sight so I decided to go in search of the party's chief Butler.

"We are running out of drinks," the amiable Barida said while refilling my glass.

"But my husband instructs you to make sure this doesn't happen."

"I know, ma." The young man said, frowning, while I pulled a stool and sat down, leaning on the improvised wooden bar-top. "Oga said we should plan for a few friends and family members. I am surprised at the number of people here."

"Well, my children had other plans." They had sent invites to our church members, estate neighbours and even our enemies.

"I've called for more supplies sha, it will be here soon."

There won't be any need for that as the compound was beginning to be empty, but I didn't tell Barida that.

Taking a sip out of my drink, I turned and watched the party for a while. My eyes stayed on my daughter and our pastor's son standing beside one of the pine trees in the compound, then moved to where Mama Ibinabo was shovelling spoonfuls of rice inside her mouth gluttonously. This would be plate number what? I knew I'd seen her eating Semo and egusi soup. And a few minutes ago, I met her standing at the roasted plantain stand with a plate in her hand.

Hissing, I moved my gaze away from her. I was bored of this party. Seriously, I needed a back rub which George does very well and good sleep. I was about to return my gaze to my drink when I sighted James and my breath caught. Swinging back to face the bar, I hoped that no one saw the embarrassment on my face.

"Idiot," I muttered, trying to quiet my fluttering core. "Idiot!" I didn't know if I was referring to the devil of a man that had thrown me a salute with a wry grin on his face as my eyes locked with his, or myself, for losing my head.

Downing the remainder of my drink, I beckoned on Barida for a refill.

"Ah-ah! Madam," he said, astonished. "This is cocktail o."

"Don't worry, Barry. I won't get drunk." Just this third glass and I would retire for the night.

I would tell George what I feel about this his prospective business partner. I knew how much he needed the money, he'd always lament about how investors weren't easy to come by, especially in the textile industry. But I wasn't going to allow him to entangle us with this devil.

Pushing back a strand of hair that had strayed from its bound to my face, I took more sips and proceeded to get my phone from my purse.

"He shouldn't leave you out of his sight." Sputtering out drinks at the sound of that haunting voice, I whipped my head up. When did he... What's he doing here? "There are predators around..." He said, his eyes fixed on the collection of drinks at the bar shelf (Barida was gone.) "Waiting to feed on beautiful women whose husbands are too careless."

"Where is..." I swallowed the nerves that clogged my throat. "Where is my husband?" I asked, avoiding his eyes as he had now turned to look at me.

"You mean George?"

"I have no other," I spat.

His hesitation to speak made his standing beside me more uncomfortable. It was as if he was mocking me with his silence, telling me to search my heart if I meant it when I said 'I have no other.'

"Off to scout for more investors," he said finally.

We slid into another moment of silence, I could hear only the soft music emanating from the speakers and the thump-thump of my heart. I hope he wouldn't hear the latter.

"So," He sighed. Turning fully to face me. His elbow leaned on the bar-top while he crossed one leg over the other. "You are his bait."

"What?" I lifted my face to meet his gaze now. "What the hell are you talking about?

" Oh, Chioma..." He growled. Christ! The sound of that! And the effect it was having on me. "That's the name, right? Chioma?" When I didn't respond, he continued. "He is offering you to me."

"You are the one getting Ideas in your head. All George wants from you is business."

"My money."

"Which you will get your dividend like every other investor."

That shut him up for a while, but the next thing he said sent my heart reeling from my chest to my mouth.

"You are all the dividend I want."

Wha... Jesus Christ! Looking around to be sure no one was within earshot, I levelled a glare at him. "You should be ashamed of yourself," I gritted, wishing my voice wouldn't tremble the same way my inside was doing.

"The only thing I'm ashamed of is standing here with a woman who I desperately want in my bed without as much as kissing her lips."

"You are despicable." Getting up, I wanted to throw the remaining of my drink on him to wipe the naughty grin off his face.

"Despicable is attractive and I know I've got you aroused."

"I don't..." Swallowing hard, I wondered why it felt so nice having him say those dirty words to me, his eyes undressing me. I could almost feel his tongue on my...

"Here you are." George! Oh, thank goodness! Picking my purse, I flew into my husband's arms. "Hey, girl. Are you okay?" He asked.

"She misses you," James cut in. Doing a poor job of hiding the sarcasm in his voice. "You shouldn't leave your wife alone, George."

"I had a lot of people to meet, and I didn't think she's up to that stress."

"I want to retire for the night," I whispered to my husband, not trusting my limbs to remain calm under that man's leering eyes.

As George excused himself and begin to course me towards the house, I glanced back and meet James winked at me as though he had expected I would glance back.

Following Chioma abeg no spoil your marriage o

Nice piece. Well done ma

Following

Carry go, i dey ur back

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Three

"You are such great luck to me." George pulled me into his arms as soon as I walked out of the bathroom. "These past years, you have brought me nothing but favour."

"The Bible said 'he that finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favour from God," I said, inhaling his scent of baby soap (George's favourite bathing soap) and freshness. "I am your favour, my love."

"That you are!" His voice rang. He was excited this night, and something told me it wasn't just because of the party. "Today, you brought me the biggest of luck!" Pulling me with him to the bed, he made me sit on his lap. "How do you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, chuckling.

"It's like an enchantment. Everyone that sets his or her eyes on you falls in love with you."

"I don't know..." Tightening the towel around my chest, I shrugged. "Maybe I have an invincible magic wand or a pixie dust."

"Maybe." Turning my face to meet his, he gave me a deep kiss. "And tonight, you made me the happiest man in the world."

Parading me like a trophy queen was one of the things that made George happy. And like I said earlier, I enjoyed it too. The envious looks on people's faces—those that wished they had what we have. The admiration from well-wishers, the dreamy looks on the faces of single ladies and gentlemen.

I love everything about us.

Another deep kiss and George eased me off him. "Sit beside me, honey." I did. "You know that man we met today?"

"Which man?" Shifting to the bed's headboard, I leaned my back on it, placing my legs on George's thighs.

"The one that came in late..." I'd totally forgotten about that man. Well, not totally, but somehow, I'd succeeded in pushing the thought of him to the back of my mind and had locked it securely so it wouldn't slip out. But now my husband mentioned him...

"You mean the one that..."

"James nau."

"Yes, ehm..." Even his name sent jitters down the pit of my stomach. "I actually want to talk to you about him."

"Really?" My husband's eyes lit up with excitement. "That means the spirit is working. I also want to talk to you about him."

Oh, great. George must have seen through the man like I did and decided we didn't need him. Not a man that his eyes on his wife. No, such a man wasn't welcomed to be an investor in our business no matter how much he was willing to part with.

"You first," I said, wiggling my toes as he cracked them.

"You know he agreed to invest."

"Mm-hm."

"Guess how much he's willing to put in." Abandoning my toes, he pinned me with that gaze I knew so well... Excitement dancing in his eyes.

Oh, no.

"George, I..."

"A hundred and fifty!"

"What?" Jerking my legs off George's body, I sat straight.

"Yes, honey. Yes!"

"But... But. That would make him the highest shareholder!"

"The highest after me." He grabbed my face. "Don't worry honey. I am still the chairman and the director of the company." He didn't understand... George, oh George. It's not about who became the Director.

"What," I swallowed my fear. "What was your response to him?"

"What do you mean what was my response? This is dream come true! We've prayed for this severally, you and I, honey. Now the lord has answered..."

This is not the Lord's doing! George!

"I don't think this is a good idea, George. With the amount he's willing to put in, he will own thirty per cent shares in the company, you forty, mine ten and the Nwoye brothers five each."

"Yes... What's wrong with that?" Everything! Accepting him and his money would place him in a place of authority in the company. He would make decisions—though could be overruled by my husband but... He would be part of the company and... and... I would be seeing him in board meetings and.

"George."

"Come on, honey. What are you afraid of?"

Falling into his web! Fanning this amber of lust he planted in me. My inside would burst if he as much as looked at me the way he did today. Not being able to say no to him!

"Anyway, we've not totally concluded yet."

Thank God!

"He wants both of us to think it through first. Then you can go with the papers to his office, he's a busy man..."

"I will do no such thing!" Springing up from the bed, I levelled a glare at my husband. "Goodness, George!"

"Chioma, what is going on? What is wrong with you?"

"No, George. What is wrong with you?" I near screamed? "How could you agree to such a thing?"

"I have not agreed to anything, Chi."

"You don't sound as if you've not accepted! Everything about you... Your excitement alone is enough to convince me that you have already taken this man in."

"Honey." He was on his feet, holding me. "Yes, I want him in, we need his money badly..."

"We don't..." The arching of his brow reminded me that I was raising my voice. "I don't want him, George." His aura, his lust, this crazy fire burning in me for him. "Help me, George. Tell him you've changed your mind."

"I don't understand." He pulled his hands away from me, his gaze reduced to a squint. "Help you? What is this about?"

"He... he doesn't want the shares, George. He wants... Uhm... he's only interested in..." Should I let him know? Would he believe me? "George please don't do this."

"Chioma, I am so confused right now. You don't like this man, I understand. Even though I feel there's no reason why you shouldn't. I've known James since secondary school. He's an honourable man."

"He's not..."

"What do you have against him?"

"He's a dangerous man."

The laughter that rolled out of George's mouth took me aback. "Come on, honey. Don't let his mean face deceive you."

"George!"

"Okay, okay. But we need his money."

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Four

If you could see love, I often thought, it would look like George and me together. The way we smile up at each other while holding hands and walking along the road, our laughter as though we shared a funny secret no other person knew. We could be shameless with affection and could go to the extreme with our passion for each other.

But recently, I was beginning to feel George’s withdrawing from everything we cherished— everything we loved doing together, and it bothered me a lot.

I know George had been worried about the financial decline the company was facing, I did catch him most times speaking to himself. But that wasn’t enough for this treatment he had suddenly developed towards me. No matter how much time I tried to spend with him, no matter how much I tried to get him to talk to me, he wouldn’t oblige.

I couldn’t even say much about sex with him now as he suddenly preferred his study to our bedroom. I’d stay up half of the nights listening to him scraping pencil on paper, or having a low conversation with himself.

Sometimes there would be a roar of rage through the silence, he would slam the door and then heavy silence again.

“My love,” Married to him for the past twenty years, I could say that I’ve known George enough and this was his way of communicating his restlessness to me. He’d done it before— a few times in fact; when he wanted our daughter to travel abroad for her university degree and I kicked against It, when he wanted to bring the Nwoye brothers into the business and I wouldn’t have that. And each time he did this, I would always allow him to have his way as I didn’t want to lose the joy his happiness and smiles gave me. I loved George a little too much.

But this one had lingered.

Because you allowed it.

What else would anyone wants me to do? George had gone out of his mind with his obsession to get this son of the Devil, James into the business and I knew that would be a terrible mistake! our undoing... why wasn’t he seeing through this man?

“George?”

“Hm?” He had his eyes glued on the screen of his laptop, a pen in his hand.

“I’ll go to my father,” I said, leaning on the door frame of his study, scared to step inside.

“And tell him what?” he hadn’t lifted his face to look at me.

“He can borrow us the money we need to save the company.”

“And you call that a solution?” For the first time since I walked to that door, he had his eyes on me. God! His tone and his expression were totally contemptuous.

“Yes,” I said. “It's better than seeing you like this.” Better than throwing me to that lecherous man who would do anything to lay me behind closed doors— even with the doors open... on top of the rooftop. That man had said he wanted me so bad that he wouldn’t mind doing it anywhere. And I wasn’t sure if I would be able to... to fight him. Jesus! I wasn’t a LovePeddler, but that man, the way he had run his eyes all over me made me feel like one. I couldn't deny the hunger that gripped my essence. A hunger for him.

God, please forgive me. Please save me. This had never happened before, not in the twenty years I’d been married to George.

“Running to daddy for a bailout?”

“It seems like the right thing to do.” I was my father’s favourite, and I knew he wouldn’t deny me anything. Including the amount of money, this James was ready to offer my husband. All I needed was to get George’s permission to ask.

“I see... well, I’m not going to shamelessly announce to the whole world that my company is sinking.”

“Dad is not the whole world...”

“I have a perfect solution to getting us out, Chioma. You simply have refused to see the prospect of opening our window for more investors.”

“More investors like your friend James? George, he’s a snake!” I was trying so hard not to scream. George was driving me mad. the deliberate stubbornness, the lack of spiritual sensitivity that was preventing him from seeing this friend that made a sudden appearance at the party last month. Looking at his face, I shook my head as he was wearing that expression, I had always most hated, that of vague superciliousness, his mouth folded stubbornly in on itself, his dark eyes meeting mine in absolute defiance. I thought I’d never been nearer to just walking out on him and out of the marriage like I was now.

Walking out of her marriage?

Yes! Because I knew George was stubborn, but I hadn’t dealt with this kind of stubborn George before. This selfish, money-hungry, pig-headed George.

“George please, Let's pray some more about getting this James into the company and our lives.

“You told me to give you time to pray over this offer the first time I raised it. It’s been a month, Chioma and my company is sinking.”

“Maybe God is not in support of the idea.”

“Did God specifically tell you that?”

That’s the problem. God wasn’t saying anything. I had prayed, fasted, and even got my prayer partner to join in the prayers but God had chosen to be silent.

“I thought not.” Hissing, he turned to face his laptop.

“My love, please let me meet dad. I can even beg him to buy the shares if you don't want to take his money as a loan.”

“I don’t want your father thinking me a weakling that can't save my own company.”

“But the dad loves you!”

“As a strong son-in-law, not as a sissy.”

“Well, desperately running after a man who would end up taking advantage of us because we want to get some money from money— the same amount we can get from my father is also making you a sissy!”

George paused, this had hurt him, and I immediately regretted saying those words. “George please, just see what I’m trying to save us from.”

“I would rather risk being a sissy while saving this company in a more business way than licking your father’s feet.” slapping the laptop shut, he carefully avoided his body touching mine as he walked out of the study, back to their room.

Later that night, I would stay awake, thinking about how to make things right. I was tired of having him be a perfect father to their kids but ignored me.

Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I thought.

Maybe the man could help us.

What was the need of rejecting my husband's plea and destroying the joy in my home?

If agreeing with George to let the man become a member of the board in their company, would bring back the beam in George’s face, then why not?

Not that I was a teenage girl who was at the peak of her sexual excitement. I was a mature woman who was capable of controlling sexual tensions. So, what the man wanted, what he was making me feel shouldn’t make me fall.

I was in control.

Was I?

The question made me shudder.

Well done ma’am

This Chioma na real ewu aswear. How does it even sound in her ears telling her husband not to accept an investor into their company without any concrete reason(s). If na she, she for buy am? Right now she is sounding like her husband's enemy of progress.

Instead of her to openly tell George her reasons, of which if he knows, he will willingly reject James offer all thanks to his love for her, she is there playing secretive.

How does she expect him to discern things, is he omniscient? Since she is aware of the threat, why can't she bring her husband in? This woman is annoying as fvck!! I just hope she doesn't regret this.

Me, I'm just here to watch if she will overcome and how she is going to do that or if she will succomb and the process of that, the effect of it on her marriage and family, and the remorse, apologisies, repentance, forgiveness and healing processes.

Alluring piece, Rosemary33


#Xavier

Xavier5:
This Chioma na real ewu aswear. How does it even sound in her ears telling her husband not to accept an investor into their company without any concrete reason(s). If na she, she for buy am? Right now she is sounding like her husband's enemy of progress.

Instead of her to openly tell George her reasons, of which if he knows, he will willingly reject James offer all thanks to his love for her, she is there playing secretive.

How does she expect him to discern things, is he omniscient? Since she is aware of the threat, why can't she bring her husband in? This woman is annoying as fvck!! I just hope she doesn't regret this.

Me, I'm just here to watch if she will overcome and how she is going to do that or if she will succomb and the process of that, the effect of it on her marriage and family, and the remorse, apologisies, repentance, forgiveness and healing processes.

Alluring piece, Rosemary33


#Xavier

You know most of us are like that, always thinking that men are mind readers

Rosemary33:
You know most of us are like that, always thinking that men are mind readers

Yeah, that's why despite the fact that her actions are dumb, it doesn't make it unrealistic because lots of people are like that.

There are people that don't like expressing their problems to their love ones for reasons best known to them.

And there are lots of women that expect their husbands to just know things, which is weird but it is just what it is.
In some of these cases it's the husband's fault due to the negligence and unattentivensss of some husbands.

It's always important that women understand that their men aren't omniscient, so communication and expression is the ideal thing.

That's why I'm a good advocate for good communications in marriage. With this in place, so many marital problems will be solved because most marital problems are rooted in lack of communications.


Once again, Beautiful Story


#Xavier

Content warning.

Please, this next chapter contains a steamy sex scene (though not too explicit) if it will trigger you as a Christian, just skim through and wait for the next chapter.

Thank you

Five

A roar of rage boomed up the stairs, then a long diatribe, clearly accusatory in nature, punctuated by an occasional silence during which the accused was clearly endeavouring to defend himself. Or at least to speak. And then a loudly slammed the door and then— blessedly— silence.

I heaved myself over onto my side and closed my eyes in relief. But my peace was short-lived as the bedroom door opened and George came in.

“Stupid, moronic, incompetent idiot. And to think I’m paying him. Paying him! It’s an outrage—”

“George,” said I mildly. “This is no way to start the morning.” It’s no way to start anything at all. But it seemed George had found comfort in making everyone... everyone apart from the kids bear the brunt of my refusal to do what he wanted. Everyone including God.

Since a week ago, after the day George returned from the office with the news of yet another depreciation in the company’s finance, he had carefully avoided having devotions with me— which was strange because, for the past twenty years, we’d kept this ritual as though our lives depended on it.

These days, he’s either in the study while I would wait for him to come to join me until I would be tired of waiting, or he would leave the house before I even wake up.

I knew he was angry. He was also trying not to let off his frustration on me, but this? “It’s no way to increase our faith that God could turn things around for us.”

“Your faith is increased alright. But I assure you, that man is no longer my mechanic. He ought to be locked up with animals! I’ve told him so...”

“George, this is outrageous of you.”

“Why? I’m supposed to be at work by now, but the slowpoke can’t get anything right!”

“Funny, he’s been fixing our cars for how long now?”

“I don’t care.”

“I kind of like him. Have developed a considerable faith in him. The way he handles the cars... and he never gets impatient and angry.” Kicking off the duvet, I rose to sit at the edge of the bed. “He’s a nice man, maybe he’s not figured out what is wrong with the car yet.”

“It’s his job to figure it out, not mine.” removing his shoes, he kicked them aside and flumped on a chair in front of the dressing mirror.

“You can go with any of the cars, George. It mustn’t be that car.”

Ignoring me, he stood up to wear the shoes again, and walk back to sit down.

“Don’t you see you are the one making a fuss on nothing?”

“I don’t. It’s because you’re not seeing this from my angle...” There it comes again. I knew this morning's outburst wasn’t just about the car but an accumulation of his frustration and disappointment. “You never see things from my angle...” Turning on the chair to face me. “Recently, you’ve stopped understanding me. I sometimes wonder if you were the same woman I married. The same Chioma that would go to hell and back for me years ago.

“Stop sounding ridiculous, George.” Getting up, I began strolling toward him with a sly smile on my lips. “You know I’ll do anything for you. Slipping my robe off my shoulder, I allowed it to fall to my feet as I stood before him on my linen flimsy night dress with nothing else underneath. “And that hasn’t changed.”

Nothing has changed.

I heard that when a woman began losing interest in her husband, then cheating is inevitable. So, here... this morning, with the decision to go see this James on George’s behalf made. I needed to reassure myself that George was the man... the tonic that got my sexual nerves strutting. That his lips on mine and on every other part of my body would still send wetness rushing down my pvssy (Are you shocked that I called it Pvssy? Laughs. George and I... though we are strong Christians, we are as sexually naughty as the word naughty could be.)

Ehem... back to my story.

I needed to confirm that the appearance of James... that surprising short moment that left me feeling like a shameless loose woman was just what it was— a moment of weakness caused by a glass of champagne or two (or more)

“Nothing changed? Chioma, how can you say that when you have only fought every idea I brought to save the company?”

He narrowed a surprising gaze at me as I moved in on him, sitting astride on his thighs and grabbing his head, pressing it on my bosom. “Make love to me, George.”

Struggling to free himself, “This is not the time,” he said roughly.

“I’ll do it.” I cut in. God! I had to feel him... I should feel him now before I lose my mind.

This wasn’t just about sex with my husband, but I needed to know this man wasn’t anything but a passing experience that would never do to me what George does.

“Chioma be reasonable, I can't be sitting here... what?” he paused, staring up at my face. “What did you just say?”

Now I had his attention, I began slowly sliding off the loops of my gown. “I’ll get the papers across to James— in his office... house... anywhere... just don’t leave me like this, George.”

“Oh, darling,” Picking up my hand, he kissed tenderly. “I’m so sorry... so, so sorry for all these times. I’ve been so selfish.”

“George it’s okay. I’m tired of fighting.” Tired of fighting the welling desire for another man. All I wanted this morning was for George to wipe the memory of that man from my head. He should mark me with his scent again, fvck me so hard so I would hurt for him and never think of any other man— I didn’t want to shiver at the thought of James anymore.

“See, I know how hard it is for you to accept this but...”

“Shiiii.” Placing my fingers on his lips, I shifted closer so that my a*s was resting on his groin. “No more talking,” I said. Bending down so my lips would cover his.

“Oh, babe...” he murmured and began kissing me gently. But it wasn’t gentleness I wanted, not now, not when the fear of how another man was making me feel was about to kill me.

So I knotted my fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against me. He groaned softly, low in his throat and then his arms circled me, gathering me against him.

Excitement flooded me like a light in the darkness as I felt his arousal. It was quick and immediate. And I had felt my own desire soaring.

“Yes,” I murmured. Almost dizzy with the satisfaction that it was George awakening me like this and not... not... Oh God, I shouldn’t even be thinking about James now. Getting off George in a flash, I rolled my dress down, kicked it aside and knelt before him to unzip his fly.

“Babe... you sure you want...”

His words got lost as I took his rod in my mouth. Letting out a groan, he tried to move but I pinned him down with my hands. I wanted to get him ready, ready and hard so he could fvck me sore.

Feeling him growing even bigger inside my mouth, my pvssy began to throb, I could swear I must be dripping down on the floor.

“Babe... Chioma... this is too much!”

My sinful desire for another man’s touch was too much so you, my dear husband would help me clear my head.

“I can’t... hold...”

Feeling his release near, I suddenly moved away and began hastily undressing him; his jacket, his tie, his pants, his shirt, and his underwear. “Come,” Pulling him up, I made him watch me slowly lay on the bed and spread my legs. “George,” I whimpered. “Fvck me, my love. make me hurt for you... for you alone.”

My George was a gentle lover, had always been. Not that he didn’t know how to ride hard and fast until I cry with pleasurable pain. but he rarely did that. However, this morning, I want him to screw my brains out. To wipe every sexual fantasy that didn't have him in it.

“You want it hard?”

“Until I can take it no more.”

Mounting me, he grabbed my mound and he squeezed the swollen lips so hard. Sending waved of pain and sweetness all over me.

“Painful?” he asked.

“I can take anything you will do to me now, George.”

Smiling childishly, he slipped two fingers inside my pussy, the swish, swish sounds coming from there were so intoxicating for us. Slipping his fingers out, he grabbed his muscle-rippling rod and began filling me with it.

He was annoyingly slow, I wouldn’t have him give my brain the time to imagine that it was Jame... Jesus, no! lifting my hips off the bed, I thrust so hard that his rod was buried deep inside me. “Move now, George.” My need was urgent, he should know that. Oh, yeah, he didn’t. I didn’t tell him why I was doing this.

“Babe... Oh, God...” His voice was thick with the explosive sweetness washing from his rod to the whole of his body. “I’ve missed you... I’m so sorry for abandoning you... this pussy...”

His erection had grown even larger, filling me even tighter. God, this is what I wanted. James from hell should go back to hell. this was where I belonged. With my husband. squirming at his every stroke.

It was as though he read my body, my urgent demands. Leaning over me, he began to ride hard. So hard that every thrust shortened my breath and got me letting out gasps.

“This is what you want?” he asked, thrusting and stroking.

“Yes.”

“Then I would make you sore, babe,” he murmured and continued his sweet torment, backward, forward. “Every time you move after now, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.”

Only you George. Only you.

But the flesh is one insatiable thing that respects no law once it’s out of control

Thanks for the update ma’am

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update ma’am

Thank you, sis. I'm glad you are in their room

Rosemary33:
Thank you, sis. I'm glad you are in their room

I’m sooo hot