Early the following morning, he paid her the full balance and even added transport fares. She was surprised at his generosity. Before she finally left, she gave him her number in case he needed her service again.

After she had gone, Tope called the real Rita. ‘The second test is completed,’ he announced, almost proudly.

‘Okay. I’ll be in your place by six p.m. Will you be at home then?’

He thought briefly. ‘Even if I’m not around, won’t you wait for me so that you can sleep over?’

There was a pause. ‘Okay. I’ll be there.’

When he returned home about seven p.m, she was already in his flat, waiting for him.

‘Sorry. I hope I’ve not been keeping you waiting for long.’

‘No. How was work?’

‘Fine. It’s exciting.’ He went on to bring the seven handkerchiefs to her.

‘Task completed,’ he announced proudly.

Rita nodded and examined the handkerchief one by one. ‘Good,’ she said. ‘Do you realize you’ve got yourself a wife?’

‘You mean you’re now ready to marry me? Wow, that’s great.’

She shook her head. ‘You brought one of the girls to your home.’

He gazed at her. She was correct, but how did she know that?

‘That’s true,’ he said.

‘That’s your wife.’

He jumped to his feet. ‘Oh, no. Rita, don’t say that. I can never marry a prostitute. No, no, no.’

She smiled. ‘After having intercourse with her, you slept with her on the same bed and in the same room. You even told her you loved her.’

‘I never said that!’

‘With the way you kissed her, you did. You have sealed her fate with yours.’

He looked stunned. ‘But, didn’t you and I sleep on the same bed?’

‘My case is different,’ she said calmly. ‘I’m your godmother, and I can never marry you. She is your future wife.’

He shook his head. ‘She looks like a good girl, but she’s just a call girl, for God’s sake. Come to think of it, she said her name is Rita.’

She nodded. ‘She has been made to be your wife. Take good care of her.’

Tope’s mouth was open. ‘Wait, are you really serious with this wife stuff?’

‘Of course, I am. Marrying her will further boost you fortune. The earlier you marry her, the better for you. One more thing, henceforth,
don’t call me Rita again. Call me Iye, for I’m your godmother.’

Her mound pressed up against my neck and could swear I could feel warmth emanating against me.

It was then Bimbo made her move and Lola pushed Elizabeth backwards, I fell into the water and felt Elizabeth separate as she swam away. We decided on enough chicken for now and I climbed out of the pool and laid on a lounge chair enjoying the warm sun on my body.

The ladies continued to swim around for a while until my Aunt came out to let us know lunch was ready.

While eating we discussed the afternoon trip to the amusement park, this was a park that had opened just this year and apparently had a ton of fun things, roller coasters, go-karts, mini golf and so much more.

We changed into dry clothes and headed off.

The adventure park was all it was advertised and so much more. The roller coasters had upside down loops, the mini golf was more than the run of the mill windmill setup, the go karts were fast and fun. We spent the afternoon and into the evening running around the whole park and by the time we finished we were dog tired.

We got home late in the evening. Our Aunt and Uncle went straight to bed and Lola and Bimbo decided to throw on a movie. The living room had a sectional couch and a couple recliners. Lola and Bimbo took the recliners and Elizabeth and I were given the sectional to sit on. I laid on one end while she sat near my feet. The movie was boring and I found myself dozing off.

I felt Elizabeth put her hand on my shins and start rubbing her fingers along my leg softly. The room was dark and if either of the other girls had looked over they would have seen but it was all innocent.

The feeling of her fingers on me was enjoyable, just the ability to have that connection.

After the movie was done we all went to bed.

Elizabeth and I were sharing the spare bedroom which had two twin beds, one on either side of the room.

Unending drama.

She knew she was not justified in her actions, but by this time she didn’t care. Her anger at his betrayal simmered, constant and always under the surface.

The most difficult part of things for Princess was acting like she still loved Bayo when he was there, in the house. She knew it was important that it be a complete surprise when she outed him and filed for divorce.

Looking through the papers they had copied made it clear that there was much Bayo hadn’t shared with his wife. For all she knew, he could disappear and assume a whole new identity if he realized something was wrong.

Oddly, responding to him in bed wasn’t as difficult as other parts of the motions she had to go through in her role as his loving wife. She thought about that one night as he lay on top of her, grunting and panting as he searched for his own pleasure.

Like most women, she had the capacity to fake an orgasm convincingly. Most men who place their own pleasure first don’t really listen to their sexual partner(s), and this means they don’t learn the intimate details of how she sounds when she’s having the real thing.

She felt detached, as he gasped and lunged, and decided that, deep down inside, she’d always viewed him as the troll Bobby proclaimed him to be.

She had thought him to be a benevolent troll, a cute troll, but she’d never had fire in her gut to have him inside her. Not like Bobby. When she thought of Bobby on top of her, or under her, the heat boiled in her middle and she became actively involved with what her husband was doing.

Basically, she pretended Bayo was Bobby, and that made submitting to him less distasteful.

She didn’t mark the calendar, but she counted the days. She’d have been a wreck if the school hadn’t called and asked if she could sub for a teacher who had broken a leg and an arm in an auto accident. It was anticipated to be at least a three or four week situation, and she was in the classroom on the day her mental calculations said she should start her period, or at least feel symptoms.

She had never had PMS before, so there were never many warning signs she was about to start. In the past, she always carried a couple of tampons in her purse and they covered an onset.

Mister Kadri, the injured teacher, taught two classes: Use of English and Social Media Technology. Social Media Technology was a course required for graduation. The other two were electives, but were both considered by the uninitiated to be “easy A’s”.

One reason Bobby had trouble with Oral English in college was because he hadn’t taken Mister Kadri’s class in high school.

Basically, Mister Kadri covered briefly what the college course went into in detail. When he took Social Media Technologyerature, it was in Mrs. Yusuf’s class and it didn’t center on grammar skills.

She knew she was not justified in her actions, but by this time she didn’t care. Her anger at his betrayal simmered, constant and always under the surface.

The most difficult part of things for Princess was acting like she still loved Bayo when he was there, in the house. She knew it was important that it be a complete surprise when she outed him and filed for divorce.

Looking through the papers they had copied made it clear that there was much Bayo hadn’t shared with his wife. For all she knew, he could disappear and assume a whole new identity if he realized something was wrong.

Oddly, responding to him in bed wasn’t as difficult as other parts of the motions she had to go through in her role as his loving wife. She thought about that one night as he lay on top of her, grunting and panting as he searched for his own pleasure.

Like most women, she had the capacity to fake an orgasm convincingly. Most men who place their own pleasure first don’t really listen to their sexual partner(s), and this means they don’t learn the intimate details of how she sounds when she’s having the real thing.

She felt detached, as he gasped and lunged, and decided that, deep down inside, she’d always viewed him as the troll Bobby proclaimed him to be.

She had thought him to be a benevolent troll, a cute troll, but she’d never had fire in her gut to have him inside her. Not like Bobby. When she thought of Bobby on top of her, or under her, the heat boiled in her middle and she became actively involved with what her husband was doing.

Basically, she pretended Bayo was Bobby, and that made submitting to him less distasteful.

She didn’t mark the calendar, but she counted the days. She’d have been a wreck if the school hadn’t called and asked if she could sub for a teacher who had broken a leg and an arm in an auto accident. It was anticipated to be at least a three or four week situation, and she was in the classroom on the day her mental calculations said she should start her period, or at least feel symptoms.

She had never had PMS before, so there were never many warning signs she was about to start. In the past, she always carried a couple of tampons in her purse and they covered an onset.

Mister Kadri, the injured teacher, taught two classes: Use of English and Social Media Technology. Social Media Technology was a course required for graduation. The other two were electives, but were both considered by the uninitiated to be “easy A’s”.

One reason Bobby had trouble with Oral English in college was because he hadn’t taken Mister Kadri’s class in high school.

Basically, Mister Kadri covered briefly what the college course went into in detail. When he took Social Media Technologyerature, it was in Mrs. Yusuf’s class and it didn’t center on grammar skills.

This stopped Bimbo in her tracks and I heard her walk away in search of Elizabeth.













CHAPTER FOUR

We realized we were on borrowed time so we quickly changed into our suits, not so easy to stuff my hard cock into the suit mesh but the pain of doing so helped to make it go down partially.

Elizabeth snuck out and went down the hall to our Aunt and Uncle's room and quietly closed the door and made a show about coming out with her clothes in her arm. This seemed to quell Bimbo’s inquiry.

The pool was a decent sized pool, deep enough to dive into and had an attached tub. There was a wrought iron fence surrounding it. We brought our stuff out and set some drinks and towels on the lounge chairs and then dove into the water.

The ladies were busy doing handstands and flips underwater while I had my goggles and was swimming end to end enjoying the water. An enjoyable byproduct of goggles was I could enjoy the ladies’ swimsuits without being caught gawking. Bimbo had a regular one piece on, didn't do much for the eyes.

Elizabeth was wearing her new bikini which was extremely enjoyable, it hugged her curves, created a large amount of cleavage and the bottoms hugged her ass and showed off the curve of her mound.

I found myself several times finding reasons to come close to Elizabeth and brushing my hands against her thighs, or across her stomach, I got smacked several times and laughed and swam away.

Lola was wearing a normal bikini bottom with a tank top above. The interesting thing was how much impression her nipples made on the tank top material.

I would have thought her nipples to be at least a half inch long hard under her top, I knew my brain was focused solely on sex and tried to focus somewhere else as I would not have been able to get out of the pool at this point.

We decided on a game of chicken. Bimbo and Lola vs Elizabeth and Me. This seemed like a great idea and we instantly had the advantage. Elizabeth was on my shoulders and Lola was on Bimbo's shoulders as she made a better base. The advantage was I was taller than Bimbo so I could push them to the deeper end and use the depth to cause them to fall easier.

This was going well until I noticed Her thighs around my neck and next to my face. We continued to play but my focus was elsewhere, I could feel Her mound pressed up against my neck and could swear I could feel warmth emanating against me.

Our Uncle said that we would be going to an outdoor adventure park later, but we were welcome to go swimming or just hang out inside until then. We decided to go swimming.

I got to the bedroom first and was getting my suit out of the bag when Elizabeth walked in. The door was slightly ajar but I knew we could be heard easily through the house. I was already dying for more private time with Elizabeth, risk be damned I wanted to play.

She closed the door and we quietly started to change. My eyes didn't leave Elizabeth as she stripped off her top and bra, her outstanding breasts setting into their natural positions, capped with half dollar sized nipples which instantly started to harden in the open air. She gave me a look that told me to get a move on, I instantly dropped my shorts to my ankles and started to take off my shirt.

It became clear that I was not alone in aching for touch when I felt a hand wrap around my half hard cock as I was taking my shirt off, Elizabeth had snuck over and grabbed me, thankfully I was able to stifle my shocked noise.

I finished taking off my shirt to find my topless cousin in front of me face to face with her hand softly stroking my now fully hard cock. My hands reached up and started to envelope her breasts, her nipples against my palms. I leaned forward and my forehead rested against hers, feeling her breath wash over my face, feeling her fingers rub against the head of my cock, the tingles washing over my body.

I used my fingers to softly pinch her nipples one at a time, her body shuddered against me.

I could start to feel the beginning of my orgasm building when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Bimbo hollered: “Hey…...who is changing in there?”

I replied, “Hey it's me, what’s up?”

“Tayo, where’s Lizzy?”

I replied, “I don't know, she grabbed her suit and left, I'm assuming a bathroom”

Bimbo: “No ooo. I checked the bathroom is she changing in there with you?”

I looked at Elizabeth with a half-cocked smile and tried to stifle my laugh, even so my stomach was churning with nerves at the risk of being caught. Just then Bimbo started to turn the door handle and I screamed: “Hey, I’m still changing!”

This stopped Bimbo in her tracks and I heard her walk away in search of Elizabeth.



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She nodded. “They’re all within a month,” she said.

“Think about it. He moved fast. If he’s already got four girls over a barrel and it’s just October, then there will be more. You want to identify as many as you can.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll get another card so I can just take one out and slip one back in. The batteries last a long time, but I’ll need to change them if I’m going to keep it turned on. What do we do about all that?” she asked, pointing at the folder.

“It’s complicated enough that I can’t understand most of it,” said Bobby. “I think you need to make copies, though, just in case.”

“Copies,” she said. “That’s easy.”

“I have to get it locked again, and each time we get into it, I have to pick the lock,” said Bobby.

“Maybe not,” she said.

She left the room and returned with a small brass key in her hand.

“He keeps this in his sock drawer. While I was at the mall I remembered seeing it one time when I was putting his clean clothes away.”

Bobby tried it in the lock. It fit and the tumbler turned smoothly. He put the folder he’d showed her back where he found it and locked the cabinet. He returned the key to her.

“Problem solved,” he said.

“And a reason for you to come over every day and help me until we get everything copied,” she said.

Then she started taking off her clothes.

They didn’t even make it out of the spare bedroom.

They coupled on top of the bed.

Over the next week, Princess and Bobby removed the files from the file drawer and took them to Bonkies Business Station, a neighborhood cializedthat specialized in making copies of things. Princess opened an account at a different bank and Bobby bought a cheap mini file cabinet where he worked.

He put that in his apartment and that’s where they stored the reproduced files. Neither of them could read all the files, at least not enough to make sense of them, but they’d be there for whoever her lawyer wanted to look at them, later.

Princess’s attempt at prohibiting sexual behavior during times when she wasn’t fertile faded away. She admitted to herself that, like her husband, she was cheating, plain and simple.

Igieboed, she loved the man she was cheating with, and her husband probably felt little or nothing for the girls, but it was still cheating.

She knew she was not justified in her actions, but by this time she didn’t care. Her anger at his betrayal simmered, constant and always under the surface.


Naughty: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

She nodded. “They’re all within a month,” she said.

“Think about it. He moved fast. If he’s already got four girls over a barrel and it’s just October, then there will be more. You want to identify as many as you can.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll get another card so I can just take one out and slip one back in. The batteries last a long time, but I’ll need to change them if I’m going to keep it turned on. What do we do about all that?” she asked, pointing at the folder.

“It’s complicated enough that I can’t understand most of it,” said Bobby. “I think you need to make copies, though, just in case.”

“Copies,” she said. “That’s easy.”

“I have to get it locked again, and each time we get into it, I have to pick the lock,” said Bobby.

“Maybe not,” she said.

She left the room and returned with a small brass key in her hand.

“He keeps this in his sock drawer. While I was at the mall I remembered seeing it one time when I was putting his clean clothes away.”

Bobby tried it in the lock. It fit and the tumbler turned smoothly. He put the folder he’d showed her back where he found it and locked the cabinet. He returned the key to her.

“Problem solved,” he said.

“And a reason for you to come over every day and help me until we get everything copied,” she said.

Then she started taking off her clothes.

They didn’t even make it out of the spare bedroom.

They coupled on top of the bed.

Over the next week, Princess and Bobby removed the files from the file drawer and took them to Bonkies Business Station, a neighborhood cializedthat specialized in making copies of things. Princess opened an account at a different bank and Bobby bought a cheap mini file cabinet where he worked.

He put that in his apartment and that’s where they stored the reproduced files. Neither of them could read all the files, at least not enough to make sense of them, but they’d be there for whoever her lawyer wanted to look at them, later.

Princess’s attempt at prohibiting sexual behavior during times when she wasn’t fertile faded away. She admitted to herself that, like her husband, she was cheating, plain and simple.

Igieboed, she loved the man she was cheating with, and her husband probably felt little or nothing for the girls, but it was still cheating.

She knew she was not justified in her actions, but by this time she didn’t care. Her anger at his betrayal simmered, constant and always under the surface.


Naughty: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

Tomorrow we had a planned trip to my cousin’s house to stay for a couple of nights. Originally, this had sounded fun, now this meant no private time for Elizabeth and I….could I really go a few days without this?

As time drew near for Popsie to come home, Elizabeth confirmed she was having similar thoughts “We are going to have to cool it around Lola and Bimbo, I don’t know how, but…..well let’s just see how things go.”

We quickly cleaned up and got ourselves presentable with mere moments to spare.

Popsie arrived home in time to go out for dinner and we spent the rest of the evening in the pool with him and each other, enjoyed the hot tub and laid out in the cooling night air.

Too exhausted from the day to do anything further, I laid in bed in just a baggy pair of boxers and under only a sheet. Elizabeth had chosen a sports bra and short running shorts. Drifting off, Elizabeth spoke “Do you mind if I have my hand on you?”

I told her I didn't. I felt her shift, expecting a hand on my arm, instead I was graced with a hand on my boxer covered cock.

We fell asleep connected in this way, knowing the next few days would be tough, but I knew in my mind I would find a way to have some fun somehow.

The next morning we had to be up early so my dad could drive us over to our cousin Lola and Bimbo's house. Their household was just getting moving as we arrived, we dropped our stuff off in the spare room and went to join the family for breakfast.

Neither of us had seen our cousins in a few years and yet it seemed like not much had changed. Lola had definitely gotten taller and was developing quite well. She had a nice set of breasts, not quite as big as Elizabeth’s own but quickly getting close.

Bimbo on the other hand was still quite short and still chunky, she always had a sour look on her face and a pissy attitude. Lola was the kind of girl who always liked to have the best story and if you didn't think hers was the best you were wrong.

Still, they were family and some of the more fun family to hang out with.

Sitting around the table we spent an hour catching up on family events back home in Akure, school stories, family stories. It was fun to hear about adventures everyone had, though we left some of the more recent ones out.

Our Uncle said that we would be going to an outdoor adventure park later, but we were welcome to go swimming or just hang out inside until then. We decided to go swimming.






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She shook over and over crying out, I felt liquid leaking out across my palm and down between her legs, soaking the couch cushion, after multiple waves she sighed and then fell back.

Her breathing was extremely labored but she had a smile on her face of pure euphoria.

She looked down at me, and suddenly noticed I was still rubbing my cock against her leg.

She reached down and could feel the trails of pre-cum along her leg. She got up and told me to sit down.

She again knelt between my legs and grabbed a hold of me. After the teasing of humping against her, this direct attention felt amazing. I was in a constant state of tingle and I told her I would be cumming soon. Again, she opened her mouth but this time got much closer. The head of my cock was inside her mouth between her lips, suddenly I felt the bottom of my cock resting on her lips, the tip of her tongue flicked against the tip of my cock and this sent shockwaves up my body.

She must have felt me start to convulse and then I suddenly felt her mouth close around the head of my cock which took this orgasm up to seven. I lost count at eight jets of cum which all landed inside of her mouth. I could feel her sucking on the tip of my cock, pulling more and more cum out. I was thrusting my hips with each jet which led to my cock sliding further into Elizabeth’s mouth accidentally. She put her hands on my hips and rode the waves as my cock bleeped her mouth.

As I finished and started to soften, Elizabeth sucked on the head until it popped out of her mouth.

I was in shock and could not believe the feelings I had just experienced. I watched Elizabeth and could tell she still had cum in her mouth, she was running her tongue around her mouth and then suddenly she swallowed. Her eyes closed and she then got up and laid on the couch across my lap.

My now flaccid cock was near her breasts still contained within her bikini top as she propped her head up on her hand, elbow on the couch, looking up at me.

She said, “Well….I expected to tease you a little...didn't see that coming.”

I replied, “Well...don't expect to hear any complaining from me!”

I rested my hand on her stomach and softly rubbed from her hip up to her bikini top, just enjoying the sensation of her skin against my palm. Not much was said, it was more the looks given.

Tomorrow we had a planned trip to my cousin’s house to stay for a couple of nights. Originally, this had sounded fun, now this meant no private time for Elizabeth and I….could I really go a few days without this?




It Started With a Look: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103

Working up I came to the crossroads and softly and slowly ran my palm across her mound, dipping lower I could feel the heat emanating from her, my fingers again dipped across her slit but unexpectedly this time I felt wetness.

Investigating further, I felt my finger suddenly dip in and Elizabeth sucked in a large breath as my finger slowly sank in a short bit. I could feel her nether lips closed around the end of my finger, a soft mew sound escaped her lips, I continued to push in until my whole finger sank inside of her (I later learned she had broken her hymen shortly after starting her period by a poorly placed tampon).

Her thighs clamped together holding my hand inside of her, I could feel her legs being used to grind her vagina against my hand.

My cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum already, I found myself humping the air and leaning forward, my cock came into contact with the rough fabric of the couch which felt good at first and quickly turned to pain, I shifted slightly and found myself in contact with soft skin, my cock was now between my stomach and Her leg humping against it.

Elizabeth’s thighs finally released and I slowly pulled my finger out, I worked up the slit again and ended up coming to a bump, my finger tip grazed over this area causing Elizabeth to damn near jump off the couch and make a noise of both surprise and excitement.

“Careful, that's really, really sensitive. That's a good place I rub when I want to feel good.”

I used my finger tip and softly grazed it again, she groaned. I continued to hump against her leg as I switched between sliding my finger inside of her and back up to her sensitive bump (the erotic magazines I had read didn't tell me what a clit was).

I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, the smell in the air was tantalizing and Elizabeth was humping against my hand harder and harder.

When I would slide inside, I could feel the difference in textures inside of her, I found a rough spot and she seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, as my finger tip would slide across that and then in deeper, repeating the same motion brought escalating moans.

What I would later in life find out was the center of gravity, or as I enjoyed calling it, the crazy button.

Suddenly as I dipped my finger back inside, I felt a wave of warm wetness and Elizabeth tensed up and she cried out, her legs clamped together on my hand and I could feel her insides squeezing my finger in pulses.

She shook over and over crying out, I felt liquid leaking out across my palm and down between her legs, soaking the couch cushion, after multiple waves she sighed and then fell back.




It Started with a Look: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103

“You said he likes young girls, and that that might be one reason he married you, right?” he said.

She nodded.

“Well ... you won’t be young forever.”

She stared at him, blinked several times, and then frowned.

“I never thought of that,” she whispered.

“Well I did,” said Bobby. “What if he doesn’t want you to know about all this because he thinks you might not be around later?”

“You mean he’d leave me for a younger woman,” said Princess.

“And if all you know about is your regular bank account, then that’s all that would come up during the divorce, right?”

Again she nodded. She looked at him.

“You have to get me pregnant, Bobby. I have to divorce him before he divorces me.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” said Bobby.

“Why?”

“Two things. First, you’re incredibly gorgeous and sexy. Second, you have those videos. If he says he’s going to dump you, all you have to do is show him one of those and say, ‘Oh no you’re not.’”

She put one finger to her lips.

“True,” she said.

“Are you still recording him?”

She shrugged.

“The cam is still there, but I havne’t checked it or downloaded anything from it after those first four. I got disgusted and stopped looking. It’s probably full now. It records everything he does. It’s motion activated.”

“Does it have a chip?” asked Bobby.

She nodded.

“Well, keep downloading what’s on the chip. The more you have, the stronger you are. Those four are all this year, right?”

She nodded. “They’re all within a month,” she said.






Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

“You said he likes young girls, and that that might be one reason he married you, right?” he said.

She nodded.

“Well ... you won’t be young forever.”

She stared at him, blinked several times, and then frowned.

“I never thought of that,” she whispered.

“Well I did,” said Bobby. “What if he doesn’t want you to know about all this because he thinks you might not be around later?”

“You mean he’d leave me for a younger woman,” said Princess.

“And if all you know about is your regular bank account, then that’s all that would come up during the divorce, right?”

Again she nodded. She looked at him.

“You have to get me pregnant, Bobby. I have to divorce him before he divorces me.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” said Bobby.

“Why?”

“Two things. First, you’re incredibly gorgeous and sexy. Second, you have those videos. If he says he’s going to dump you, all you have to do is show him one of those and say, ‘Oh no you’re not.’”

She put one finger to her lips.

“True,” she said.

“Are you still recording him?”

She shrugged.

“The cam is still there, but I havne’t checked it or downloaded anything from it after those first four. I got disgusted and stopped looking. It’s probably full now. It records everything he does. It’s motion activated.”

“Does it have a chip?” asked Bobby.

She nodded.

“Well, keep downloading what’s on the chip. The more you have, the stronger you are. Those four are all this year, right?”

She nodded. “They’re all within a month,” she said.






Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

"You said he likes young girls, and that that might be one reason he married you, right?” he said.

She nodded.

“Well ... you won’t be young forever.”

She stared at him, blinked several times, and then frowned.

“I never thought of that,” she whispered.

“Well I did,” said Bobby. “What if he doesn’t want you to know about all this because he thinks you might not be around later?”

“You mean he’d leave me for a younger woman,” said Princess.

“And if all you know about is your regular bank account, then that’s all that would come up during the divorce, right?”

Again she nodded. She looked at him.

“You have to get me pregnant, Bobby. I have to divorce him before he divorces me.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” said Bobby.

“Why?”

“Two things. First, you’re incredibly gorgeous and sexy. Second, you have those videos. If he says he’s going to dump you, all you have to do is show him one of those and say, ‘Oh no you’re not.’”

She put one finger to her lips.

“True,” she said.

“Are you still recording him?”

She shrugged.

“The cam is still there, but I havne’t checked it or downloaded anything from it after those first four. I got disgusted and stopped looking. It’s probably full now. It records everything he does. It’s motion activated.”

“Does it have a chip?” asked Bobby.

She nodded.

“Well, keep downloading what’s on the chip. The more you have, the stronger you are. Those four are all this year, right?”

She nodded. “They’re all within a month,” she said.






Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

She disappeared into the bathroom and a few minutes later came out in the new bikini, she walked up in front of me and asked me again to point out if any hairs were coming through, her self-consciousness was odd but I was happy to stare at her thin fabric covered mound.

I started to look and could not find any this time, she had a giant smile on her face and suddenly pulled the bottoms down. What I saw sent blood rocketing to my cock.

Where there was hair the day prior was soft and bald today. “I shaved it this morning! Now I don't have to worry about this bikini and anything poking out from the sides. I was so upset when we tried it on, and my sister told me how she shaves hers…..I just hope Popsie doesn’t notice I used his razor, I tried really hard to clean it out.”

My eyes felt like I hadn’t blinked in years, she was laughing at me but was obviously very proud of her work “Touch it! Feel how soft it is. It is so smooth”

My hand reached out of its own volition and I found my fingers suddenly tracing palm up along her mound, she was correct, it was smooth and soft, my pointer finger traced down across her slit and my fingers found her lips as I continued.

Elizabeth’s eyes glazed over as I continued to feel how soft it was, the lips were soft and gave way, almost feeling like they were caving in, my finger was working back up the cleft when I felt a bump…..suddenly her knees buckled and she had to twist and sit on the couch.

Her bikini bottoms were still around her knees and she was sitting there catching her breath. “No one has ever touched me there but me, it was more than I expected”

I replied, “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.”

She said, “No, no, no….it didn't hurt. It felt very good, just far more intense than it ever has when I have done it.”

I replied, “I can understand that, when your hand touched me it sent tingles all over my body……...do you want me to touch it again?”

She bit her lip and then nodded. I got up and moved, she shifted and laid down, I helped pull her bottoms off her legs, she then propped her left leg up on the couch, her right hanging off the couch. I knelt by the couch and put my hand on her thigh.

Working up I came to the crossroads and softly and slowly ran my palm across her mound, dipping lower I could feel the heat emanating from her, my fingers again dipped across her slit but unexpectedly this time I felt wetness.




It Started With a Look: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103

She leaned her head back as a familiar feeling poked around inside her. This was one of the reasons she’d fallen for this boy. He really was thoughtful. That feeling poking around in her strummed a string.




Chapter Eight


They went to her house. Instead of having her take him back to his car, he stayed at the house, searching the computer hutch and a small filing cabinet sitting beside the hutch. The cabinet was locked, but it was a cheap lock and, using a paper clip, Bobby picked it open. When she returned from the store, he was still going through folders of papers from the file cabinet.

“What did you find?” she asked, putting the sack with her purchase on the bed.

“I think you and your husband have more than five million naira,” he said.

“We do?”

He indicated one folder, sitting beside the keyboard.

“That has papers in it that say you own stock. There are some dividend and interest income documents and they have big numbers on them.”

“Big? How big?”

“One dividend statement said you got paid two million naira,” he said. “Another one said four hundred thousand and some. There are lots of them in there.”

“But where’s that money?” she said. “Bayo never said anything about getting money like that from stocks. He never even told me he bought any stocks.”

“There’s obviously other bank accounts,” said Bobby. “If you add up just the few amounts I’ve seen, it comes to hundreds of thousands of naira.”

“We don’t have hundreds of thousands of naira,” said Princess, firmly.

“You haven’t spent hundreds of thousands of naira,” said Bobby. “This is probably all for retirement.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell me about it?” she said.

“Maybe he doesn’t want you to know about it,” said Bobby.

“Why not? I’m his wife!“

Bobby looked grim, but said, “I shouldn’t say anything.”

“What do you mean? Why not?”

“Because I’m a nineteen-year-old kid who doesn’t know squat,” he said.

“Bobby,” she said. “What are you thinking?”

He didn’t speak, at first, but then his worry over whether he was right or not made him open his mouth.

“You said he likes young girls, and that that might be one reason he married you, right?” he said.




Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222