The Other Woman Episode 12
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π«π The Other Woman Episode Twelve:
Farida was already totally unclad before Joe returned to the room, and she was doing some crΓ zy moves on the bed, twΓ¨rking like a baddiΔ while Joe watched in amazement, at how easily, she controlled her body.
Joe had his hands on his head as he approached her, and his phΓ llus that was already prepared for the mission ahead of him, became extra hard, while she continued to move.
She turned around and found Joe looking at her in astonishment, and she got the remote control by the bed side and played a song to get him totally out of his mind.
Joe jumped on the bed and began to kiss her legs, starting from the area around her left knee and proceeded to her thighs until he got to the part between the two things.
Farida was arching her hips and crying in real pleasure as the old man who was trying to fit into Faridaβs age and needs was doing so much to impress her.
Some minutes later, Farida was screΓ ming and grabbing the sheets as she reached the apex of her ecstasy.
Joe had never been able to do what he had just done, so he was so thrilled with his achievement, a sort of a milestone it was to him!
Her moΓ ns and plea for him to ride her was making him lose his mind, even before she arrived the mountain tooi, so when he felt the hotness of her gΓ¨nital fluids in his mouth and everywhere on his face, he couldnβt hold it any longer.
He pounced on her, entering her with a ferocity that he didnβt intend to, and making Farida wince in painful pleasure.
Joeβs sxxual life had truly taken a new turn in recent times, because the crΓ₯zy Farida always got him practicing new things and exploring new ways of pleasing a woman in bed.
He remained on top of her, thrΓ»sting excitedly in the missionary style for quite a while, then he lifted her left leg, placed it on his shoulders, taking a new style.
Joe was getting used to having to switch styles as they made love, because Farida had made it so imperative for him to switch both styles and roles with her in bed.
They could start with missionary, switch to cΓ²wgirl style, row in a reversed cΓ²wgirl for a while and end up with the face off style
Farida kept screaming his name while she moved her waist, and by the time he reached his own climΓ x, she had been there for a number of times, making Joe feel like a champion.
Joeβs mother waited for her son to come out the whole of that day, but didnβt see him till the next day.
And even when he got out of his room the next day, he was hurrying out to work, and wasnβt ready to listen to whatever his mother had to say.
βJoe, I do not know when exactly you became the man youβre turning into now, but I know that I will not sit by and watch a little girl make you lose your sense of reasoning in totality.
βIf youβre saying Nkem isnβt truly pregnant, why donβt you take her for a laboratory test and confirm your sentiments?
βI have told you before, that woman looked pregnant that day, and I do not want my grandchild getting born outside your homeβ mama told him, as he got into his car to drive out.
She had been yelling at him, asking him to stop and allow her talk to him, but he just walked on as if she wasnβt speaking to him.
Farida was standing by the window and was listening in to everything they said. She had a frown on her face as she saw Joeβs expression that suggested he could be thinking of doing what his mother had just told him.
βWhat if that wΓ―tch is truly pregnant and this evΓ―l woman makes him find out the truth and compel him to bring her back?β Farida thought and rushed out of the house.
βYouβre going to be late honey. Isnβt it time you left? Whatβs even going on? Since when did mama become an advocate for the woman she asked you to send away?
βWasnβt mama the one who brought Martha here to outplace the very one sheβs fighting to return to you now?
βCanβt you see sheβs just interested in seeing you in a mess with her decision to keep you trapped between different women?
βAt first, she made you believe that the reason she fought Nkem was because she refused to get pregnant.
βNow, I am pregnant and sheβs doing everything to ensure Nkem returns to create more troubles in this house, and possibly make me lose my babyβ Farida said, forcing tears to her eyes.
βYou know mama, Iβm beginning to agree with Farida my wife. Not only does she make me very happy and alive, sheβs pregnant and wants nothing but to ensure my baby is delivered in safety and peace
βBut you keep interfering with my life. Look at the hell the Martha you brought here created for Farida the other day.
βIf I wasnβt close by, who knows what she could have done, and now that everywhere seems calm, you want to pull Nkem back by all means, just to make my house turn to a harem of women.
βI have a lot of respect and love for you mama, but if you trouble my pregnant wife again, I may have to send you out of my house foreverβ Joe said, looking at his mother without an atom of love or respect.
He drove out of the compound, leaving a distraught and totally shocked mama gazing after his car.
For two days, mama tried to speak to his son, but he wouldnβt have her talk with him, save the casual greetings in the morning, and at night when he returned from work.
Mama was living in great regrets, recalling that she had been the one troubling Nkem over their childlessness, and the thought of being the one responsible for Faridaβs presence in her sonβs house, made her cry some times when she felt Faridaβs outright wickedness t her; starving her of food most times, and locking her up in her room only to claim it was a mistake.
On a particular day, Faridaβs mother had come to their house with a young man, and mama had been too curious to know what they were talking about in hushed tones that she had to eavesdrop.
The young man was complaining about not getting the much he anticipated to get for a deal they had, but mama couldnβt understand much, since they were doing their best to talk in almost whispers.
She saw the young man try to kiss Farida, and noticed how she pulled back in Γ£nger, telling him how careless and disrespectful he was to imagine he could kiss a Mrs Joe.
Mandy was also looking at the dude with so much hatred and mama couldnβt understand why the guy was collecting a huge amount of money Farida was throwing at him in anger, if both Farida and her mother didnβt like the dude.
βWhy did they allow him sit with them and even get so much money from them, if they didnβt like him?
βAnd why did the guy attempt to kiss Farida? I donβt see any resemblance between the two of them, so I canβt say they’re siblings.
βWho is that guy? And why is Farida giving him so much money?β mama thought as she walked towards them, intent on confronting them
Mandy got mΓ d at the old woman, asking her to mind her business and stay off her affairs or sheβd get it hot from her.
βYou must be totally out of your mind to assume that Iβm intruding on a matter that doesnβt concern me, when the child in your daughter is mine, and you’re in my sonβs house with a strangerβ mama said.
One thing led to another and Mandy hit mama hard across her face.
A fight ensued between them, and Farida who could have been in the position to tell her mother to stop the foΓ²lery, teamed up with her mother to give mama a really hard beating, hitting her head as if to ensure that she forgot everything about herself before her son returned.
Some hours later, mama was lying unconscious on a hospital bed, and her son was looking so worried, circling her bed and crying to God to let his mother survive it.
He was told a rΓ²bbers had invaded their house and carted away with all the money he left in his briefcase.
And because his mother had tried to fight the rΓ²bbers, she was beaten terribly, and left for deΓ d.
TO Be Continued
