Lonely Wives Episode 4
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🧑🤝🧑🤦 Lonely Wives Episode Four:
Amarachi’s POV 🧡
As I walked into the room, I locked the door behind me and when he turned just then to see that I was completely nude, he exclaimed a word in Calabar and quickly turned his face away._
“Madam, you are naked.” He said without looking at me.
“I know.” I told him and approached him. “And you don’t want to see?”
“No, madam. This is not right at all. You are my boss’s wife. Please grab a towel or a wrapper.”
I frowned. “Am I not attractive enough?”
He paused, perhaps confused of what to answer to that, later, he answered, “You are.”
“Good, that’s why I want you to show me how attractive I’m.”
“How?” He asked, still refusing to look at me.
I took his chin and tried to turn his head to my direction but he remained adamant. “Look at me na.” I insisted
He shook his head. Angry, I moved to the direction his face was but he suddenly turned away again to the other direction. I was getting frustrated now. “Akpan, what’s all these? Why are you acting like a child? I thought you were mature! Have you never seen a naked woman before or what?!” I demanded.
“I have, madam but please you should remember that I’m also a married man and I have two children.”
“And so? Am I also nor married or are you the only married man on Earth who has tasted another honeypot outside marriage.”
“Madam, I am a devout christian and my faith is strongly against adultery.” He countered.
“Really???” I drew my shoulder back to give him a look. “So you want to be a Joseph who refused Portipher’s wife? Let me see how you’ll resist me.” Suddenly, without warning, she grabbed his crotch and squeezed and he recoiled from her with wide eyes of shock fixed on her now while his hand protectively covered his violated area. She smirked then scoffed. “Devout christian indeed! I just grabbed you now and you are already partially hard. Why are you hard if you are also not interested, why?!”
He sheepishly lowered his eyes. “Madam, it’s only normal for a man to respond that way but what matters is the fact that he can restrains himself from commiting a sin.”
“So you are still adamant on this issue? Fine, I’ll go straight to the point. You are very much aware that my husband is hardly home and I have no body to meet my bedroom needs. Your duties as being only a cook has ended today, which means that you have to start cooking me too.”
“No, madam-” he started to protest. “I’m a faithful man. My wife doesn’t deserve such. Madam, why me? The driver, gardener and gate man are there, you could have just selected one of them.”
I gave him an annoyed look. “Are you stupid?! Oh, so now because I’m begging you for just the small favour, you want to start disrespecting me, right? You had better know your place and stick to it. See, let me tell you, I have already locked the door and if you don’t give me what I want, I’ll make your life miserable in this house.”
His frown deepened but he said nothing.
“You have nothing to say?” I asked.
“I want to go back to the kitchen.” He answered me.
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Furious at his stubborn response, I suddenly grabbed the front of his apron and shoved him to the floor. I was like a mad woman. If I didn’t get any sex today, I might just lose my mind. He began to struggle with me but he didn’t put in much of a fight maybe because he was scared of hurting me and risk going to jail. I went for his jeans pants and when he held his belt and refused me access to his zip, I sat on his face, placing my honeypot directly on his mouth and in alarm, his hands flew to push me off as he tried to turn his head away but that only excited me the more.
Now that his belt was free, I quickly unbuckled it and zipped it down. When I pulled out his shaft, I was right about the size and all the veins and without thinking, I swallowed it immediately and that seemed to make him lose all the fight in him as a sweet groan issued from his mouth and the way he was trembling as I feasted on him made me realized that no woman had done this to him before, or perhaps he was too religious and didn’t want to explore this far. Soon, I felt his mouth working on mine and any resistance he could have left in his body flew away, leaving me with a compliant man. We did everything on the floor and I did not let him go until he had satisfied me three times.
Since that day, I tripled his salary and made him give it to me anywhere in the house, including the kitchen. Sometimes, I would tell him to call his wife and tell her that he wouldn’t come home that night so that he could spend the night with me and today, he’s still my service machine. Even if my husband returns and doesn’t satisfy me, I sneak to meet Akpan to fill in the remaining gaps and till today, my cook is still my service machine.” I finished narrating and Winifred who had been listening in awe, now had a hand over her mouth.
“But are you women not scared that your husbands might find out?”
I flinched my mouth at her. “Get caught? We are professionals in this game and we already have everything planned. And why should anyone of us be angry with the other when our husbands are fond of keeping side chicks whom they pick from universities and pay their flights to Abuja so they can spend the weekend together.”
Winifred sighed. “I trust David, he will never cheat on me.”
She gave a wicked chuckle. “Trust all you want until you discover that you have a white co-wife who doesn’t even know that you exist.”
I saw the doubt and fear cross Winifred’s features and I knew that she knew that I actually had a point. “How long has your husband been gone for now?” I asked.
“A month and a week.” She answered.
“Good, yours is still fresh but do you know why yours will be much worse than ours?”
“No, why?” She asked.
“Because you married him a virgin.” I said, “In case you don’t know, your husband just opened a big void in you. Virgins are always hungry for sex in the first stages of their sexual lives and your loving husband is not even within reach to sate your needs. Ours is even better, at least we know where they are, in Abuja, Port Harcourt, Lagos or Dubai for one business or the other and we can easily go and meet them if we want to, compared to yours who’s far away in Canada, tell me, how will you cope with that?” I asked.
She swallowed hard and then feebly said as she slowly shrugged a shoulder. “Masturbate?
I scoffed, “mastur-what?” I chuckled. “My sister, there’s nothing like a real, warm, throbbing John-thomas! Go and get yourself one before you lose your mind from the urge.” I laughed and slapped her knee. We discussed other issues and soon I left. I telling Winifred about Akpan had made me horny and I couldn’t wait to get back home to receive some brutal smashings.
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Winifred’s POV
After Amarachi left, I had a deep thinking about everything and I wouldn’t lie that I had not felt aroused why she had been narrating her experience to me. I know I needed to get laid and I needed it so bad but where will I get my own partner? Patricia had her driver and Amarachi had her cook. I had no one. I was the only one living in this big apartment.
Well, my wishes came true, three weeks later when a Corp member moved into the flat next to mine. The flat actually belonged to a family who had travelled out of the country and being related to them, he had been given the key to inhabit the house until their return.
This Corp member was sturdy, handsome and had a quiet demeanor. We never had the chance to speak and I only saw him each time he came to hang and dry his laundry on the line or whenever he going out or coming in. I would sit in my balcony, reading an harlequin novel and he would just utter a “Good afternoon” and pass by before I could strike a conversation. Sometimes, he would come out shirtless to sit in front of his door while he tapped away on his smart phone.
One night, I woke up to desperate cries of: “Steve, hit it! Scatter it! Tear it! Destroy it! Massacre it! Oohhhh… Harder, deeper, I’m dying! Daddy, faster!!!!” Issuing from his apartment. I was confused at first but when I noticed that they were actually sounds of desperate s£xual cries, I got up and went to place my ear against the wall dividing our apartments.
TO Be Continued
