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I accompanied her out of the office to the staircase before waving her off. Back in my office, my mind went over the conversations I had with her.

I knew her coming to see me and her invitation were not ordinary. Bimpe, from all intents, was trying to warm her way back to my life. But maybe I was jumping to conclusion. Maybe all she wanted was friendship.

At the close of work, I drove towards Maryland, got to Anthony, slowed the car down and parked at Anthony Bus Stop.

“I’m seeing a friend around here,” I told Favour.

“Sorry, you have to make the rest of your trip by commercial bus.”

There was a slight frown on her face but she said nothing as she got down from the car. I drove to the right. This was Anthony village. I once had a friend who lived at Adebayo Mokuolu Street, so I knew where Olorunlogbon Street was.

It didn’t take me time to find Bimpe’s house address. A mallam was selling petty provisions in a kiosk close to the gate of the residence. I parked my car and got down from it.

“Good evening,” I greeted the mallam. “I’m here to see Miss Bimpe.”

The man briefly looked at me. “Who be you?”

“The name is Akin.”

He grinned. “Yes, she don tell me about you. Go inside. Her flat dey on top by right.”

I thanked him and moved inside the compound. The staircase was by the side of the building. I climbed it to the upstairs and turned to the right.

I knocked on the door of the flat and waited for some seconds, but there was no response.
I knocked again. Could it be that she had not come back from work?

Just as I was about to call her number on my phone, the door to the left opened and her face peeped out.

“It’s this place,” she said.

I grinned. “The guy told me the door to the right.”

“No, it’s to your left. How’re you?”

“Fine.”

I followed her inside her apartment. She was wearing only a bum short and spaghetti top. You didn’t need to look much to realize that her full boobs were braless. Inside her apartment, her well-arranged sitting-room looked and smelt nice.

The place was just repainted and was nicely decorated. The furniture were new and the flowers were well arranged. I wasn’t surprised. Bimpe always had a sense of aesthetics.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” she said, smiling.

I smiled too. “It’s a nice place.”

“Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable.”

I sat comfortably on one of the seats. She sat opposite me. “You’re welcome. What can I offer you?”

I waved the offer off. “The entertainment can come later. Let me just relax first.”

“Okay o.”

The large television screen was on and was beaming a fashion talk show.

“Where’s your daughter?” I asked, gazing at her.

“Oh, Ella? She stays with grandma for now. She stays and schools in Ilupeju.”

I nodded. “You mean only you stay in this house?”

She chuckled. “Well, for now, yes.” Then, she eyed me. “That’s why I need a company.”

I grinned. The light was greener than I thought.


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The forbidden fruit is the sweetest to eat. Thanks for the update

Nice episode.

Interesting piece.

I am really enjoying this story and i am sure of picking a lot of learning points as a married man, pls dont stop here

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I am really enjoying this story and i am sure of picking a lot of learning points as a married man, pls dont stop here

Learning points. Such as?

She sat opposite me. “You’re welcome. What can I offer you?”

I waved the offer off. “The entertainment can come later. Let me just relax first.”

“Okay o.”

The large television screen was on and was beaming a fashion talk show.

“Where’s your daughter?” I asked, gazing at her.

“Oh, Ella? She stays with grandma for now. She stays and schools in Ilupeju.”

I nodded. “You mean only you stay in this house?”

She chuckled. “Well, for now, yes.” Then, she eyed me. “That’s why I need a company.”

I grinned. The light was greener than I thought.

She stood up. “Give me one minute. I was doing some cooking in the kitchen.”

“Okay.”

She left the sitting-room. From the not-far-away kitchen, I could perceive the aroma of something being fried. It smelt more like chicken. I was right.

A couple of minutes later, she was back with a plate containing hot fried chicken. She put it on a stool by my side and picked a big lap for herself.

“Help yourself,” she said, gesturing towards the plate.

I nodded and picked a beefy lap. The taste was good.

“So, tell me: did you miss me?” she asked.

“You are the one that left me for another lover.”

She nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry. It was one action I shouldn’t have taken.”

I sighed but said nothing.

“So, tell me the truth. Did you miss me?”

I took another bite from the chicken lap. She already knew what my answer would be but she wanted me to voice it. I grinned.

“You know my answer, don’t you? Yes, I miss you. It took me time to get over your decision to call it quit.”

She looked as if trying to sympathize. “Well, not to worry. I’m back, now.”

I raised my brow. “Really? What about your husband?”

Bimpe snickered. “Forget about him. I’m done with him.”

“Hmn. And what about my wife?”

She looked as if she was surprised by my question. “What about her?”

“You just want me to cheat on her just like that?”

Again, she looked surprised. “Who’s talking about cheating on her?”

I chuckled. “Listen, Bimpe. Any affair I have with you is cheating on my wife.”

She burst into laughter. Did that really sound funny?

“Stop acting, Akin. When did you become a pastor?”

“What if I say no to all this?”

Again, she snickered. “I know you can’t say no. You can’t say no to me.”

I wished she was wrong; that I could indeed say no. I could not. I munched more from the chicken I was holding and closed my eyes.

“There you are. We’re on the same page, so no more acting.”

I didn’t say a word. She stood up and went to lock the sitting-room door. She then came to stand right in front of me.


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Nice one.

Interesting piece.

Interesting episode.

Nice one.

I could not. I munched more from the chicken I was holding and closed my eyes.

“There you are. We’re on the same page, so no more acting.”

I didn’t say a word. She stood up and went to lock the sitting-room door. She then came to stand right in front of me.

“So?” she said.

I tried not to look at her but could not. “So, what?”

She put her hands akimbo. “So, what are you waiting for?”

“Don’t dare me,” I said. “I’m more virile now than ever.”

She made a sound like a scoff. “Why don’t you prove it? All you have done is to talk!”

Alright, dear lady, you would get what you want, I decided. “I will show you I’m not just all words and no action.”

I stood up to unclad myself down to only the boxer. Then, I pulled her down to sit next to me and to give her a long, deep kiss. She sounded pleased and not surprised by my action.

She was like someone who had finally come to affirm a fact that had all along been believed would come to be.

Bimpe opened her mouth to allow my lips and tongue to go on all the exploration they desired.
At the same time, she felt the touch and the soft groping of one of one of my fingers as they pressed a line firmly along the inside of her thigh.

Scraping up the moisture that was now running down her leg. Her tongue had the expectant taste, giving the taste that was both sweet and sour. I pushed my left finger to the tip of her throat until she felt that she might begin to cough or choke.

I then rubbed my fingertips over her mouth, pulling at her lips. I pressed my palm against her cheek in a smooth caress.

I could sense that she could feel my excitement as it rose in tandem with hers. I put in my best act giving her the impression that, somehow, it was not what I was doing but the way that I was doing it that was bringing this electric sensational feeling.

Stimulating with her senses pleased me. It made me feel powerful and to be the one in control. She moved her knees further apart and moved her back into an even more vantage position so that her legs were now spread wide, inviting.

She didn’t say a word in response. Her breath came in short, deep grunts. I used my left hand to unbuckle my belt and pulled down the zip. I took her right hand to make her feel my bare cock. It was rock hard and big.


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I could not. I munched more from the chicken I was holding and closed my eyes.

“There you are. We’re on the same page, so no more acting.”

I didn’t say a word. She stood up and went to lock the sitting-room door. She then came to stand right in front of me.

“So?” she said.

I tried not to look at her but could not. “So, what?”

She put her hands akimbo. “So, what are you waiting for?”

“Don’t dare me,” I said. “I’m more virile now than ever.”

She made a sound like a scoff. “Why don’t you prove it? All you have done is to talk!”

Alright, dear lady, you would get what you want, I decided. “I will show you I’m not just all words and no action.”

I stood up to unclad myself down to only the boxer. Then, I pulled her down to sit next to me and to give her a long, deep kiss. She sounded pleased and not surprised by my action.

She was like someone who had finally come to affirm a fact that had all along been believed would come to be.

Bimpe opened her mouth to allow my lips and tongue to go on all the exploration they desired.
At the same time, she felt the touch and the soft groping of one of one of my fingers as they pressed a line firmly along the inside of her thigh.

Scraping up the moisture that was now running down her leg. Her tongue had the expectant taste, giving the taste that was both sweet and sour. I pushed my left finger to the tip of her throat until she felt that she might begin to cough or choke.

I then rubbed my fingertips over her mouth, pulling at her lips. I pressed my palm against her cheek in a smooth caress.

I could sense that she could feel my excitement as it rose in tandem with hers. I put in my best act giving her the impression that, somehow, it was not what I was doing but the way that I was doing it that was bringing this electric sensational feeling.

Stimulating with her senses pleased me. It made me feel powerful and to be the one in control. She moved her knees further apart and moved her back into an even more vantage position so that her legs were now spread wide, inviting.

She didn’t say a word in response. Her breath came in short, deep grunts. I used my left hand to unbuckle my belt and pulled down the zip. I took her right hand to make her feel my bare cock. It was rock hard and big.


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Nice update.

Interesting story.

Interesting episode.

Interesting.

I put in my best act giving her the impression that, somehow, it was not what I was doing but the way that I was doing it that was bringing this electric sensational feeling.

Stimulating with her senses pleased me. It made me feel powerful and to be the one in control. She moved her knees further apart and moved her back into an even more vantage position so that her legs were now spread wide, inviting.

She didn’t say a word in response. Her breath came in short, deep grunts. I used my left hand to unbuckle my belt and pulled down the zip. I took her right hand to make her feel my bare cock. It was rock hard and big.

I could feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin against mine. I lingered with the pre-intimacy, waiting for her to give me some kind of sign that she wanted me inside her just
as it was my desire.

She pushed her body back, taking my full length in one thrust.

I let out a moan that came from the depth of my throat. I made her lie on the sofa and placed part of my body on top of her.

“Hmn,” she said softly.

The sound she made further set my body on fire. I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back gently I roughly pulled down her bum short.

Not surprising, she was pant-less. My throbbing cock must not be made to wait further. I made it push inside her wet, parted legs.

She made another moan. I pushed harder into her and made each thrust deeper. I felt I must teach her some lessons for daring me.

To drive home my point, I rammed my cock inside her with such force that she could barely hold herself upright.

I was thinking that her hands and elbows might ache her from that position on the seat.

Her next action proved that I was wrong in my thinking. Bimpe pushed her body back against me, challenging every one of my strokes with her own until we were moving back and forward with the precision of two metronomes meeting in sync.

It was quite difficult to tell which of us was the driving force, but that did not really matter. My jerking became faster and faster. More and more, I made her feel my full weight.

I lessened my grip on her shoulder. It was a tactical thing. Let her take some fresh breath while I also took some too. There was a regular rhythm to my movements.

I was following a particular pattern, like a poet using regular rhythm pattern. The Bimpe I knew would soon make some throaty sounds as she experienced climax.

That was if things had not changed. Ten years could bring a lot of changes.


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It was a tactical thing. Let her take some fresh breath while I also took some too. There was a regular rhythm to my movements.

I was following a particular pattern, like a poet using regular rhythm pattern. The Bimpe I knew would soon make some throaty sounds as she experienced climax.

That was if things had not changed. Ten years could bring a lot of changes.

I was right. As my thrusting went on, she closed her eyes and made the anticipated sounds.

I would not give her the benefit of mutual climax, not at that very moment. I stopped my thrusting. It didn’t stop her from twitching her body as she reached her first climax that day.

When she calmed down a bit, I resumed my gentle thrusts.

It would start from the gentle tempo but would soon graduate to fast-and-not-so-gentle ones. I gripped her shoulder again.

Bang, bang, bang. My speed increased. My heart beat was probably beating like that of a man at a speed of eight seconds per hundred meters. A good material for the Olympics, but that was dangerously fast for a human being.

I slowed down again. She would not let me be. She contracted her pelvic muscles, twitched her legs, wrapped them round my waist and twisted her mid-section. That must be one of the tricks she had learnt.

She got me there as I could not hold it again. In one final breath, I quickly removed my cock from her hole and spilled hot semen over her thighs.
The act left me panting. I wasn’t the only one doing that. She too collapsed by my side with fast, short breaths.

“That was electric, baby,” I muttered.

She nodded. I patted her bare buttocks. I was sure I did it better than her hubby, her estranged hubby. I believed I was a modest guy, so I would not tell her so. I wore my boxer and singlet back while she wore her bum short and top.

“You’re better than before,” she admitted.

“You too.”

“Do you want some drinks now?” she asked.

I nodded. Now, I felt I really needed some drinks. She left and came with cans of energy drinks.

How thoughtful of her. We took more chicken as we took the drinks. In a matter of minutes, my energy was back and I was ready to embark on another lust trip again.


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Interesting story.

Nice one