My Married Girlfriend Chapter 3
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👫💞 My Married Girlfriend Chapter Three:
I had never been with a woman older than me before. The age difference between us was fifteen years. Therefore, it required great courage for me to make a move. She was smiling at me. One of her legs was on the bed as she looked at me invitingly. What was I going to do? Well, I did what every able-bodied man would. I held her around her soft behind with both hands and we fell on the bed. You can figure out the rest for yourself. About thirty minutes later, we were done. We moved to the living room, both of us still naked.
“I had missed sex.” She broke the silence.
“Really? Why?”
“It had really been a while.”
“But you are a beautiful woman, a lot of men should come your way.” I spoke.
“Yes, that is true. But I am very choosy, that’s my problem. I already have money so, what I need is a good and strong man. You happen to fall in that category.” She said, looked at me and smiled.
“But, how did you know I was a good and strong man, just by looking at me?”
“Each time you came to the bakery, I always looked at you and admired you. Your ways are so gentle and calm. You don’t talk much and you are always smiling. Even some of my customers who know you always give a good remark whenever you come. That’s how I started liking you.” She explained.
“Really? Thank you.”
“No, I should be saying thank you instead. The sex was good, and you are really good in bed. I haven’t had a man like you in ages. I don’t want to let you go.” She spoke.
“There is nothing peculiar about me. It’s just that you were starved, that’s why you felt so good.” I countered.
“You cannot understand. You are just a man. Sex takes place inside a woman. So, a woman knows when a man is good or not.”
We put on our clothes and I walked her to the gate, still praying that none of my neighbours should see her. She got into her car, gave me a sum of fifty thousand, and left. I tried to refuse the money, though it was a half-hearted attempt. I needed the money but I was just acting up. However, she didn’t give me the chance because she slammed her door shut, wound up the car windows and sped into the night.
I went back into the house, happily. I counted the money again and it was really 50k. I knew I had hit a jackpot. If I played my games well, I might make a lot of money from her. Not that she was broke, she had a lot of money to throw around. I was however, afraid of one thing. She was very beautiful, and I loved beautiful women. Hence, I was afraid that I might fall in love with her. I was a sucker for love so, it scared me. If I let myself fall for her, it would be difficult for me to let go.
She was forty-five and counting. That meant in spite of her good looks, the chances of her having already attained menopause was high. That meant she couldn’t have children for me even if she wanted to. I had to be prudent and keep my emotions at bay; something that is easier said than done.
I laid on my favourite sofa and thought again about the sex. She was still very active. In fact, her reactions were ecstatic. It was really true about what they said about menopausal women. It is often said that old wine tastes better. She was a testimony to that. Sleeping with a much older woman than me was a whole new experience. She had realized that I was timid at first. So, she encouraged me, and when she climbed on me, and started riding me, I realized that she was better than some young ladies.
Larissa and I had been seeing almost every day. She took me to all her business places whenever I had the chance. Her employees treated me like a boss. I remembered one day that she took me to her fast-food joint. She ordered chicken and fries and she asked the sales girl to serve me more than enough chicken. The girl was jealous and started twisting her face. I made faces at her as she walked back to the kitchen. It hadn’t dawned on her that I was the new Oga.
I was hoping that Our relationship would be sugar mummy versus gigolo. I was hoping that she would only call me when she needed me, we would only meet in secret, and she would be providing the money and the good life while I would be satisfying her urges. However, Larisa didn’t want it that way. She wanted us to act like normal boyfriends and girlfriends do. She visited me constantly, cooked for me, washed for me, and started spending nights in my house. In fact, she always slept over every weekend and sometimes she even left my place directly to work.
I started driving one of her cars. My colleagues at work were surprised when I suddenly showed up to work one day in a G Wagon. They asked me if I had joined a cult. They couldn’t believe how I was able to afford not any car but a G Wagon. I told them to shut up, and to know that everyone had their own connections. I was suddenly a big boy in town. My colleagues suspected that I had done human sacrifices and they became very wary of me. My neighbours however, knew the source of my sudden big-boyism. Their reactions were a mixture of anger, jealousy and just plain wonderment.
Larissa was a nice lady in every sense of the word and inwardly, I wished she was younger. If she was, I would have married her without second thoughts. I would have married her not because of the money, though that was a good incentive, I would have married her because she was kind, respectful, humble and physically adorable. In spite of the fact that she was the one doing the bill fold, she still gave maximum respect to me, and always tried to make me happy.
It had been about six months now since we started dating, Larissa and me. One day, she called me to say we should have a small chat. I went to her bakery immediately I closed from work.
“How was work today?” She asked.
“Fine, and how was business today?”
“A bit slow, but it will improve by evening. It’s the normal trend. Anyway, I called you because I want you to formally meet my children.”
“Wow!! That would be lovely. Where are they?”
“The driver went to pick them from school. They would be here any minute.”
Just as were talking, the driver drove in with the kids. They were two of them. They were both beautiful, very beautiful and one bore a striking resemblance to Larisa. I was happy to see them and wished they were mine. They eldest one was about eight years while the younger one was about five.
“Meet my girls.” She said, smiling.
“Welcome young ladies. Would you be so kind as to tell me your names?” I asked.
“Brenda”, said the elder one.
“My name is Princess.” The younger one said.
“Beautiful names for beautiful ladies.” I said and they both smiled.
“What is your own name?” Princess the younger one asked, her head in a curious angle.
“This is Uncle Val.” Larisa answered in my stead. “Ok girls, would you like to go home now or you want to wait for me to close?”
“We will wait, mum.” They answered in a chorus.
I was happy to meet her children. However, they were a few questions about her that needed answering. Where was the father of her children? Who was he? Was he dead? Were they divorced? Did she have those beautiful girls out of wedlock? Those were the questions that seriously bugged my mind. I was also wondering why she had never taken me to her house. I had been told that she lived in the most expensive neighbourhood in town. A neighbourhood where top government officials, diplomats and celebrities lived. However, she had never taken me to see her mansion. Was it that she considered me not to be up to her status? But we moved and drove in town freely, in full view of everybody. What could she be hiding?
Anyway, I decided for now, I will just enjoy my money and good life. One day, the truth will reveal itself. Children flip a lot. One day, when I would be alone with her girls, I would quiz them about their home and their parentage. I hoped they would tell me everything. I hoped their mother hadn’t put them under a gag order. Larisa was not just beautiful and rich, she was also educated and looked well-travelled.
One day, I called her several times but she didn’t take her calls. I was still at work when I made the call. When I closed, I went to her favourite bakery where she always was but I was told she hadn’t reported to work on that day. I was very worried and I didn’t know what to do. I got a seat, ordered a drink and sipped and waited, hoping that she would show up at any moment. She never did. I was about to go home when I saw her car approaching the driveway. However, I was half disappointed when I realized that it was her driver and her kids. He had gone to take them from school.
“Where is your madam?” I asked the driver.
“She’s at home, Sir. She said she wasn’t feeling too good.”
“Alright, take me to her home. She hasn’t been taking her calls.”
“Ok, Sir.”
The driver had come to the bakery to get some stuffs on his way from the school to get the kids. As innocent as he was, he didn’t even know that I had never been to Larisa’s house. He joyfully carried me in the car and drove to the estate where she lived. The estate was otherworldly. It was very beautiful and classy. However, I didn’t show my amazement openly because I wanted the driver to feel that as a big boy, I was used to this part of the city.
The huge and magnificent gate was opened by a uniformed security guard. As soon as we drove into the compound, the children opened the car doors and rushed inside, shouting their mother’s name in excitement. I was still outside the house, dumbfounded at its beauty and magnificence. Larisa, after haven greeted her children, came outside to talk to the driver. That was when she saw me. I saw shock and fear in her eyes. She wasn’t expecting to see me here at all.
“Good day, sweetheart.” I said,
“Val, what are you doing here? How did you get here?” She asked, fearfully.
TO BE CONTINUED
