My Daughter My Wife Episode 14
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🧔 My Daughter My Wife Episode Fourteen: 👫
🧡 CHUKS POV 🧡
I have seen men do crãzy things because of a woman, but I’ve never seen a man as cråzy as my friend Andy all my life. He was always dròoling over his wife, almost like he had never been with a woman before he met her.
He was way different when he was married to Jane, Madonna’s mother, and one could almost conclude that he didn’t like women, because he was just the kinda workaholic that only go home because his bones were sore from working.
We have been close friends for a while, and I knew he wasn’t one who kept extra marital affairs, so I couldn’t have imagined him with another woman who wasn’t his wife, even after Jane left him for another man.
He almost didn’t miss Jane’s departure because just like before, he spent most of the day time in the office and returned home very late in the night.
On a particular night, we had gone for a party in a friend’s house, and he got drunk because of a bottle of drink friends teased him into drinking.
I remember having to drive him home that night and ensuring he got inside his house before I drove away because I wanted to know he was okay.
What I didn’t anticipate that night was that he was going to make love to his step daughter, a girl that by virtue of his wife’s culture is traditionally his daughter!
My friend told me about what had happened the following day in the office and I tried to tell him how abominĂŁble his action was, but he chose to remember that his tradition didn’t recognize the girl as his daughter, as long as he’s not biologically responsible for her birth, because according to him, he can’t stay away from that girl ever again.
I would have expected the uncĂ nny desire that made my stoic friend make love with his daughter to disappear with the disappearance of the hangover, but stories of how the girl kept making him high and wish he was born earlier kept coming, until he told me she was pregnant.
“How can you be doing this Andy? That girl is your daughter for crying out loud! It is morally wrong for you to sleep with her even under the influence of alcohòl, but I find it demĂ´nic and nauseĂ ting that you went ahead to keep banging that little girl just because you suddenly find a little girl you raised attractive!” I had scolded him, but he he had laughed me off, telling me how silly I was to call someone that was capable of making a man of his age run at her command a little girl.
And just like a bà d dream, my friend went ahead to marry his daughter who seemed to be on a mission to make him lose his job and all that he’s worth.
She’d call him in the middle of the day or any other awkward time, and have an erstwhile dedicated and respected Head of Marketing Department sneaking out of the office just to fulfill a sxxual fantasy.
For what it’s worth, I tried so hard to ensure my friend didn’t have to lose his job because I knew the Maradona on bed, would become Ben Johnson the moment he lost their meal ticket, the very source that financed all the luxuries that made her always desire him, and I wasn’t ready to bury a friend.
When I accepted to help Andy take care of his wife to enable him travel, I didn’t know helping a friend look out for his wife was going to be more stressful than babysitting a toddler.
From making excessive demands, to carelessly throwing things away, to getting annĂ´yingly careless with her body!
Yes, Madonna had been so careless with covering her body since the first day her husband left, and if I didn’t know how much she loved Andy, I would have thought she was trying to seduce me, with the way she was moving carelessly about with almost nothing on, as I looked for my flash drive last night.
At some point, I had to look away when she walked past me with her full and firm breĂŁsts gingling under the very transparent scarf she tied on her chest.
I could see her nîpples pushing à ggressively against the scarf, and if I hadn’t been very mà d at her for being careless with my flash drive, I would have schooled her about how a married woman should cover up, especially when another man was around her.
“No wonder Andy couldn’t control himself that night he met her in his drunk state” I cursed under my breath as I walked to the car that night, images of her young abd attractive flashing through my head as I drove.
Since I woke up this morning, I’ve been thinking of whether or not to pass by their house to see how she was doing as my friend had asked me to, because I was beginning to detèst her.
Yes! Her nonchĂ lance and extravĂ gance was getting me so angry, I wish I had a way of saving my friend the misery of funding her flĂ mboyant and annĂ´ying life style!
While I was in the office, Andy sent me a mail, asking me to buy her a phone, so I decided to forget about my decision of not seeing her that morning and just send her the burger and phone as soon as I could find an excuse to leave the office.
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“Welcome Uncle” she greeted me respectfully when I got to their house later. Her mother in-law told me she hadn’t seen her that day, and didn’t care if she lived or dīed.
It sounded quite harsh coming from someone that should care for a pregnant daughter in-law, but I had to smile and walked into the room to see how she was.
“How are you Mrs. Andy, why are you under the duvet by this time? Are you okay?” I asked her, concerning budding in my heart as I noticed that she seemed unwell.
“I’ve been cold and hungry, but too afraid to ask iyà for food because I don’t know what she’ll do, now that my Daddy isn’t around and has forgotten about me” I heard her say, pouting pitifully as she referred to Andy as “Daddy”, making me feel sorry for my friend.
“Okay, he called earlier and wanted to be sure you’re okay. He asked me to get you your usual before any other thing” I told her, producing the bag containing the stuffs I got her.
Her eyes widened in excitement as she noticed that a phone was in one of the bags and before I could process what was happening, this girl jumped out of the bed, letting the duvet drop, and uncovering her almost totally unclad beautiful body.
“Jeez!” I exclaimed, getting up from the bending position I had taken to offer her the bags, but she was too fast.
She had jumped on me, making her slender legs encircle my waist and her soft hands, my neck. Her head was resting on my chest and she was saying “Thank you uncle”
And for some strange reasons, my uncle was responding! Yeah, I was beginning to feel tension building up around my gròin, and as hard as I tried to look away from her bōõbs that were sandwiched between hers and my body frame, it was so annôying how I couldn’t stop noticing that she was wearing just a g-strìng pà nt and her chest was totally uncovered.
“Erm that’s okay. I have to leave now” I told her and tried to push her off me, but this girl chose to slide down and made her entire feminity graze over the shà meful bòner that she had created below my belt line.
Then she stood looking at me, with her lips quivering and her eyes dancing as I equally stood mesmerized, gazing into her eyes for what seemed like ages.
TO Be Continued
