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MrsExplorer:
This is a long story and i am currently on the run. It first started from a strange dream i was having. In the dream, i'm usually sitted on a chair in our bedroom while i watch as my husband engage in sexual activity with another woman. In this dream, my husband and the woman would laugh at me as they do what they are doing but what is worst is i am usually sexually aroused when i wake up and find out that i am always wet after this dream.

Now this is where the twist is. My husband has been impotent for sometime now or so i think, that is, he cannot get it up no matter how hard i stroke and blow, he just cant, keep in mind that we've just being married for 2 years and truth be told the sex has never being really great.

So imagine my surprise when one day i came home to find my husband in our parlour, on the sofa ontop of another woman, his penis as erect as a totem pole, pounding up and down like a faulty molue in a pot hole ridden road, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and stress.

They didn't hear me as i came in and i just felt weak, totally lost as to the best way to react. I slowly sat on the nearest chair to me as my legs couldn't carry me any more, but as i watched the madness going on, i noticed that i was begining to feel aroused, my thighs suddenly felt hot and for a minute it felt like i was enjoying the show.

It is crazy i know but i kept watching and even bent down a little so i wont be seen. Eventually when i've watched enough, i left before i could be seen, tears in my eyes and shocked at this self discovery. That night i locked myself in the bathroom and used my Love Machine, crying my heart out as i reached orgasm.

I did not confront my husband and we lived like everything was normal. Over the next few weeks, i'd tell my husband i was going out then lock myself up in the visitors toilet which is just in our parlour.

I watched as my husband brings different kind of women home and proceeds to have sex with them. He never takes them upstairs to our bedroom and as you might have already known, i never confronted him because i loved the show in a perverted kind of way. I'd peep from a crack in the toilet door and watch, totally aroused and wet. When i hear my husbad moaning, it's like a fire was shot through me and i'd get more aroused and every night i'd lock myself in the bathroom, use my Love Machine and think of what he is doing, always crying as i reach orgasm. It was like a drug.

but everything changed when one day, i locked myself up as usual and lo and behold he came home with one of my friends, i know what you must be thinking, this is nollywood, right? i wish it was.

I initailly thought maybe she came to see me and met my husband on the way but that was not it. They actually proceeded to getting down in a way sex starved teenagers do. She kept saying ''take me upstairs'' and my husband would say ''not yet'' while at the same time attacking one of her breasts with his mouth, his hands moving like a mighty spider inbetween her thighs

I was aroused alright, but it was like getting punched continuously by your favourite celebrity, you are bound to start getting angry and i boiled with anger, every tiny pleasure i felt was trippled with the anger brewing inside of me.

I flunged the door open, grabed the flower vase on the table and before they realized that a mad woman had been set loosed, broke it on my friend's head, the vase shattering in a loud thud, she collapsed instantly, struggling so hard to get on her feet.

I picked one of the sharttered pieces and stamped it on her neck, the sharp end piercing her throat, blood gushed out of it like a tiny tap left open. I kept stamping and stamping, hitting and hitting till i'm sure there was like a hundred holes on her neck and face and chest, i even smashed one of her eyes, i knew for sure she was dead but i kept hitting, my husband looked on in shock totally paralized.

My hands and feet were soaked in blood and i was laughing maniacally. I got up and stood face to face with my husband, there was blood on my face and he looked really scared, he started to move backwards and i moved towards him till i had him cornered, he kept saying, ''Calm down, calm down'' but i was having non of that.

I dived on him and bite a large chunk of his neck, pulling his flesh out in the process, a tiny piece of his raw flesh, stuck on my teeth, it tasted like raw meeth. Blood poured out of his neck and in that instant i got my senses back, it felt like i was possessed minutes ago.

long story short, i called the police to tell them what i had just done and they said they are coming. But as the minutes ran on, i had a change of mind, packed some of my clothes and now i'm on the run to no where in particular. I am currently typing this from my phone in a bus going to(can't say, i dont want to be found yet)

I am confused, should i give myself to the police or do i keep being on the run. Please what do i do and what the best way to hide.

Thank you

Dear op,

I was there.


Okay, I wasn’t there in the room literally, but I watched you day by day as you hid in the parlour lavatory to watch your husband have sex with all those women. I watched you from the roof in the next house. I’m ashamed to say as you vouyered him, I vouyered you.


Who am I? You know the house next to yours, that one where they are constructing a new building, the former bungalow that they are adding two more floors to, the one that you see once you look out the parlour window? I am one of the construction workers there. John is my name, although that will not matter to you, not yet anyway but I am hoping in the near future when we see we can become friends, and if possible, maybe something more… But I’m getting ahead of myself.


I’ve been spying on you ma, ever since the first day I saw you walk in on your husband as he plowed away at that young secretary of his. She had been in your house twice already, moaning and groaning like a goat on heat, twisting and turning to the pleasurable torment your husband put her through. My colleagues and I were taking a lunch break on the roof when we were attracted by the noise in the opposite building. When we peeked and saw the free show we stifled our laughter and silently cheered him on before being driven back to work by our foreman. We see such things once in a while when working on buildings, it’s nothing new to us. We have the privilege of looking into carelessly opened windows and by doing so we have the rare opportunity of seeing the most private parts of people’s lives. I could fill a book with the number of weird stuff I have had the pleasure of beholding: a banker who curses his boss while he showers, a pretty goddess of a lady who farts loudly when she is doing the number two in her toilet, a young lawyer who masturbates to porn on his PC in the early hours of the morning before going to work, and several married men who pretend to be doing something in the kitchen and then grab their housemaids from behind as soon as the madam is out of sight.


So many things I have seen.


But this is the first time I am witnessing a murder.


I had a feeling you would react eventually. I and my group of friends placed a bet on how much you would take before you exploded in that toilet of yours. There is only so much a pink vibrator can do. I observed you the longest, long after all the others lost interest in you and your lonely orgasms. I saw the way you always cried afterwards, the heaving in your chest as the sobs burst forth. And I felt so sorry for you. I had made up my mind to somehow introduce myself to you, to see if I could wipe away your tears…But I was afraid because I thought you would look down on me. What would you want with me, a lowly construction worker with an 8 inch tool in my hand?


And then you saw her come in and I knew immediately something was wrong. You recognized her, it was obvious. Your chest heaved again but this time it was with a rapidity I knew that signaled danger. As you rushed out of the toilet I called out as loud as I could for you to stop but you didn’t hear me.


I didn’t think you had it in you. I didn’t believe you would go so far as killing her, and then killing your husband as well.


Well, all that is water under the bridge. The important thing for you to know is that I have been following you since then. When you called the police I waited to see what would become of you. I didn’t tell my colleagues what I had seen, I didn’t want anyone else to be involved. I wanted to see if I could help you in any way; serve as a witness to say you lost your sanity temporarily, hopefully that would give you a lighter sentence. But you changed your mind and ran. I had no idea what you were going to do next, I didn’t want you to get hurt or hurt anyone else. So I followed you.


I followed you ma.


I know where you are right now.


I know that in the past 30mins that I have been composing this, you have been on your phone, browsing or playing a game, I’m not sure because your back is to the window and I cannot see the phone screen clearly. But I know you are a regular reader on nairaland. Sooner or later you will read this. Others will see it as a joke but you will know it’s for real because you know you are lying in a room right now, on a bed with a yellow bedsheet, rumpled because you haven’t arranged it for the past two days. You haven’t gone out since because you are afraid someone might recognize you; you still haven’t gathered the courage to call the police. Well, I’m here to help you make up your mind.


I want us to be friends ma. Good friends if you catch my meaning. I loved the way your eyes went dim as you orgasmed with your vibrator. I would like to see it again up close.


If you agree, and once you get to know me, you’ll see I’m a jolly good fellow. A little obsessive, but aren’t we all.


If you refuse; I will let your husband’s people know where you are. From what I have heard in the past few days, by the time they find you, you would wish you had called the police.


Nod your head twice when you read this. I will be watching.





I’m always watching.