Lonely Wives Episode 7
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🧑🤝🧑🤦 Lonely Wives Episode Seven:
After that day, I could not get Steve off my mind. He was superb and had made me realize how boring my short sexual life with my husband was. My husband was always too gentle, trying not to hurt me but Steve had woken up the bitch in me and that was just how my body liked it. In the morning, I would check around and when the coast was clear and I was certain that I wouldn’t be seen by anyone else in the apartment, I’d sneak into his apartment and he would treat me roughly while he had sex with me. I soon got used to everything. In fact, I begged to be slapped, pinched, or even tied down. That was just what worked for me and anything gentle was nothing short of boring.
I hung out with my friends and when I narrated my story to them, not only were they very much surprised, they praised me endlessly. So most times whenever we hung out, we discussed about our latest escapades. Sani became so free around me that he would even kiss Patricia in the car and squeeze her buttocks. We decided to take our sexual experience to another level one day when Amarachi invited us to her house on a Friday evening while her husband was in Abuja. As we stepped into her large and exquisite sitting room, she welcomed us warmly.
“But you guys are a bit late o… Konji wan kill me na.” She said.
Patricia and I laughed and then I asked, “Where are the kids?”
“They are still in boarding school, they are not due for a holiday until next month which means that I’m home alone.”
We sat down and she uncorked a wine and filled our chutes with it. “We are going up to the bedroom because that’s where the show is to take place.” Amarachi explained.
“Does he know that we will be there?” I asked.
“Why not? I have explained everything to him.” Amarachi said and led us up the stairs to the master bedroom which she shared with her husband. When we stepped in, we saw Akpan sitting in the bed clad in just his boxers. He rose and greeted us and we smiled and sat down on the two seats Amarachi had prepared for us. We were to play the voyeur and watch them have sex with each other.
I watched Amarachi slowly take off her clothes, leaving only her jewelry on, while Akpan stood with his legs apart as Amarachi slowly kissed down his body till she was kneeling in front of him. She pulled down his boxers and his erection sprang out to greet her face and she gave us a sideways look of “I bet your men’s stuff aren’t as big as mine.”
We hailed her to continue and the way Amarachi swallowed it all, one would have wondered if she had extra space in her mouth. I was surprised that she didn’t even choke. As she began to suck him off and also played with his balls while Patience and I shifted uncomfortably on our seats wishing we could share Akpan with her. We watched him suck and lick him up for a few minutes before she laid on the edge of the bed and opened her thighs to welcome Akpan’s mouth. The way the cook ate her was so crazy and Patricia and I exchanged glances.
We watched them while we sipped our wine and soon Akpan carried Amarachi in his arms in a standing position and that was how he made love to her from start to finish with Amarachi screaming the top of her head off. When Akpan was about to cum, Amarachi got down on her knees and presented her face and he squirted the whole package on it. Amarachi soon left us to go wash off in the bathroom while Akpan who was sweating and panting a bit, went for his boxers.
“Wait.” Patricia stopped him. “Do not wear that yet, let me take a good look at you first.” When Akpan obeyed and turned to face us, Patricia said to me, “You see how his dick is still hard and standing? That’s the kind of quality I want. If it were my husband, to wake up his own is a problem and even after you manage to get it up and he goes for one round, it will just collapse again.”
“Which meant that I made a very good choice then.” Amarachi said, returning from the bathroom. “We all want to prove whose man is best and I have presented mine.” She kissed Akpan passionately and dismissed him.
I couldn’t hold my curiosity anymore, so I asked, “Is he not married?”
“And so?” She gave me a look. “Since my husband travelled two weeks ago, I have made sure that Akpan spends his nights here.”
“But what happens to his wife and children?” I pressed.
“I don’t care! Babe, I’m giving this guy real cash! What can his wife offer him? Since this guy came into my life, we have both changed our lives for the better. He fucks me whenever I want and I in return, I make his life comfortable with money.”
“Abi na, my sister. When money speaks, everyone listens!” Patricia laughed. “There are a lot of hungry young men out there ready to dig you good for the right cash. Since the government does not provide jobs for the youth, we the Mamas have decided to help the situation in our small way. I can decide to change Sani anytime if I get tired of him, after all, one would definitely get tired of eating one sugar cane all the time.” She said and she Amarachi burst into laughter. “If I want another man within a twinkle of an eye, all I have to do is snap my fingers and I’ll have ten able men in my bed!”
“So you mean that even university graduates will willingly accept to be Gigolos?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes of course!” Patricia said, “How else will they put food on their tables and besides, being a gigolo has a lot of benefits. You don’t have to wake up early and start hurrying to work or spending hours in the traffic. All you have to do is wait in the nice apartment I’ll get for you and I’ll come over to get smashed and you automatically get paid. Tell me Winifred, is that not even better than most jobs?!”
“Well, I don’t know what to say. But what about their girlfriends? Are you not scared of getting caught and being disgraced?” I asked.
“God punish girlfriend!” Patricia spat venomously. “Aren’t our husbands already picking them up every Friday night from their various hostels in the university to spend weekends with them in their guest houses? Since they are satisfying the shameless old men, the least they can do is leave the young ones to us! Any man I have picked dares not have a girlfriend! He can’t be using my money to take care of some stupid little girl. I’m not sharing him at all. If he wants to sleep with a younger girl, he should do that after I have disposed of him! I just can’t risk any infections.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I take my men for a STD or HIV test before we dig. If he’s to service me, he must be clean. Anytime I catch him with another girl, I’ll make sure I accuse him of fraud and let him at least spend a month in jail to teach him a lesson not to mess with me next time.”
I swallowed hard as I thought of Steve. He had been sleeping with different girls before he slept with me and he had never used protection on me. It caused fear in me and I dreaded if I had already contracted a disease from him.
“Amarachi…” Patricia began mischievously. “That Akpan guy can suck o…”
“Ehn-ehn, and so?” Amarachi gave her a disgruntled look.
“You know that being given head is my weak point na, can you just lend him to me once in a week, please na, for the sake of our friendship.” Patricia said.
“Something is wrong with you.” Amarachi stated. “Do I borrow your own man? If you know that Sani can not service you anymore, go for someone else. As for that Akpan, I’m not sharing him, not even with his wife because I’ve already forbidden him from sleeping with her.”
“You are too selfish!” Patricia said and we all laughed.
That day I went back home feeling horny but when I checked Steve’s apartment, he was not home. I tried calling him on the phone but his number was not reachable, so I decided to wait till when he returned. One hour had already passed when I heard a knock on my door. Eagerly, I got off the couch and rushed to my door to open it but my smile waned when I realized that it was not Steve like I had expected, instead it was my younger sister and a guy I’ve never seen before.
“Janet, what are you doing here?” I asked. “When did you enter Ibadan?”
She smiled shyly and said, “Sis, at least let us enter first.”
I stepped aside and watched them walk into my living room. I finally closed the door and joined them.
“I came to see Ben.” She smiled and held the guy’s arm, leaning her head against his shoulder.
“Good afternoon, ma.” Ben greeted me.
“Please discard the ma thing, I’m still very young.” I said and introduced myself. “You can call me Winifred.”
He shook my hand and said, “Ben.” His hands were so smooth that I already imagined them grabbing my breasts. His teeth was white and he had bushy brows. I stared at him still holding his hand while I imagined things in my head.
Finally, I realised that I was holding on too long and I finally let his hand go. “Does Dad know that you are here?” I gave my sister a suspicious look. She was supposed to be in school, Ahmadu Bello University (ABU) and I wondered why she had come all the way to Ibadan and even without informing me.
“Sis, Ben is my new boyfriend.” She told me.
I frowned in confusion. “What happened to Dele?” I asked.
“Sis, forget about that one, we are no longer together. Ben and I met on Facebook and when I realized that he also resides in the same city as you do, I decided to come down and see him. I’ll be here for two weeks before I return to school… And before you ask, we are on break in school, so don’t start quizzing me.”
“Better.” I said, putting my hands on my hips and glancing at Ben every now and then and I don’t know if I also caught him secretly checking me out too.
“Well,” my sister continued. “I came to show Ben your place so that he can visit me here whenever he wants until I go back to school.”
“No problem, as long as you will be on your best behaviour.” I said. “Sit down.” I gestured to the couch and moved to the kitchen to grab our visitor a drink.
When I returned, my phone was vibrating on the coffee table and I smiled when i noticed that it was Steve. I received the call and he said the words: “I’m around babe. Bring that ass over here!”
I ended the call and told my sister that I wanted to quickly buy something outside the estate and she gave me a look from foot to head and asked, “Dressed like that?!”
I was wearing a bum short and a camisole. I looked at myself and said, “So, what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“Sister, you are married o.” She reminded me.
“And so? So because of marriage, I should dress like a granny? See, entertain your visitor, I won’t be gone for long.” I said dismissively and went out. As I snuck into Steve’s apartment, he grabbed me at the door and took me to the bathroom immediately.
To Be Continued
