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Episode 3

Patricia’s POV
I felt no shame when my friend, Winifred caught my driver going down on me. In fact, if anything, I was angry. Why the hell did she have to come and ruin the fun for me? Couldn’t she had just sat patiently in the car and wait for me? She just had to come spoil it all just when I was about to reach or**sm. Slipping my arms back into the sleeve of my dress and pulling the front over my breasts after tucking them into my bra.

“Ehn-ehn, what?” I snapped. “What did you see that you have not seen before?!” I asked angrily, getting off my desk and pulling my dress down. I didn’t even bother about my pant, I just picked it and pushed it into my handbag.

“Patricia, you are asking me that?!” She questioned in surprised. “Do you realized that you are a married woman and your driver was just sucking-” she couldn’t finished the words.

I hissed. “It’s my honeypot he was eating, how does that concern you, Wini? See, if you know what is good, just keep your words to yourself. Don’t let me change it for you.”

She was still stunned and then managed to utter one word. “Why?”

I glared at her. “Why? Are you kidding me right now? Why? You want to know right?”

I flashed back to that morning when I walked out of the bathroom naked after a bath and my husband who was in his early seventies and was a seated on the bed, writing me a cheque, looked up and I noticed his eyes follow the lower part of my body as I crossed the room to my dresser to cream.

He adjusted his glasses and stared at me above the rim. “Pat?” He called.

“Hmmm?” I barely answered as I placed a foot on the stool and began to cream my leg with a lotion that cost me two hundred and fifty thousand naira which I had ordered online from Paris.

He cleared his throat and asked. “When did you start to shave down there?”

I frowned and glanced down at my pelvic. “Since last year, it’s funny that you only started noticing now.”

“Since our twelve years of marriage, you have never shaved that area.”

“Chief, do you go down on me? Why should I bother shaving when all you do is just slot your pencil in every six months and just after a round, it’s as if you are at the brink of having a heart attack. Chief, this is part of my new personal hygiene, so just leave it alone, or is your own p***c hair missing?”

He sighed then asked instead, “What did you say you needed the fifteen million for again?”

“Chief, I need to restock my boutique. Those workers of mine are stealing from me.”

“Then fire them and employ a new staff!” He stated.

“Chief, the devil you know is actually better than the angel you do not. All I need is to catch one of them red handed and I’ll make sure that person and his or her entire family spend the rest of their miserable lives in jail.”

He ignored me, scribbled his signature, tore the cheque out and placed it on the bed. As he stood up, I turned to meet him, putting my arms around his neck. “Chief…” I cooed sultrily. “Let’s do small na before you leave for Abuja again.”

He frowned. “What about the one we did last night?”

I pouted. “Chief, it’s not enough now, you really have to work on this one round of a thing. I’m a three round woman. How can you give me just one round and expect my body to be okay? Just please give me one more now, even though, it’s small.” I begged.

“Look, Patricia, my flight is in a hour’s time and I definitely do not want to be late for the Senate meeting.”

I heaved a sigh then took his hand to my honeypot. “Okay, what about blowing me for just five minutes, I really need it.”

“What is blowing?” He asked, puzzled.

Bush man! I said in my head then audibly explained. “Blowing me is putting your lips…” I placed a finger on his lips and then to my honeypot. “…down here!”

“Jesus!” He exclaimed and quickly backed away from me, giving me a look of disgust. “Have you lost your mind, woman?! At my age you want me to commit an abomination?!”

I gave him a disgruntled look. “Which one is abomination again?”

“See, I don’t have time for such nonsense! My mouth is meant for eating and speaking in the house of Senate, there’s no way I’m going to even take my mouth near that place, not even if a gun was aimed at my head.”

I glared at him now and said. “I see… You don’t want to, right? No problem. You can go.”

He hesitated. “Won’t you see me off to the airport like you used to?”

I folded my arms under my chest and lifted my chin with my face turned away. “I’m not in the mood.”

He stared at me for a moment, tucked his check book into his native attire pocket, adjusted his cap on his head then left the room. I was angry and I slumped down on the bed, placing my chin on my palm.

That day, I was angry throughout and I vented my anger on those that I could. I snapped and yelled easily at the maid, the gateman, my driver and even my staff were not spared. I was returning home from my boutique when my driver interrupted the silence in the car.

“Madam?”

“What?!” I asked tersely.

It was dark but I could see him glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “Abeg, I wan piss.”

“Can’t you wait till you get home before taking a leak?!” I angrily demanded.

He swallowed hard and I could see the uneasiness on his face. “Madam, abeg, I don dey hold am since. My bladder don dey pain me sef.”

Sighing heavily after a brief consideration, I said, “Fine, you can take a leak when you find the next comfortable spot to.”

He nodded and thanked me. Soon, he pulled to a stop at the shoulder of a deserted street to urinate in the bush. I was checking my phone for any message from my husband when I looked up and my eyes caught the sight of his manhood.. A shiver ran through my body immediately and I found myself craning my neck to get a better look. Oh my God! This guy was big o! How could such a skinny young guy possess such an instrument of destructive pleasure.

When I saw him coming back and zipping his pants, I let him get back into the car and then stopped him just as he was about turning the key in the ignition.

“Sani, don’t start the car yet.” I said.

He turned in his seat to give me a puzzled look. “Madam, wetin happen?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I blurted out before I could catch myself.

He smiled shyly. “Yes madam, her name na Mariam.”

“This Mariam girl, do you have s*x with her often?”

If he was surprised at my questions concerning his s*xual life, he tried not to show it. “Madam, we dey do small small. Mariam dey complain say I too big, so she no dey really let me do like that.”

“It’s obvious that this Mariam doesn’t appreciate what she has. Anyway, Sani, have you ever eaten out a woman before?” When he gave me a confused look, I realized that he probably didn’t understand what I was talking about, so I shifted to his level. “You don suck woman thing before?”

He suddenly burst into laughter. “Mariam like that one well well.”

I smiled. I knew I had hit jackpot and I felt myself moistening up just at the thought of being eaten. I warily glanced around us and realized that the street we were was deserted even though it was just 9:07 in the night. “Sani, oya, switch off the headlights and come to the back.”

He gave a baffled frown. “Madam, wetin happen?”

“Just come to the back and stop asking questions.” I said impatiently.

He obeyed and soon got down the car and joined me in the back. Immediately he entered, I grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him deeply. He was stunned but when I grabbed him down there, he knew that I was not joking around. I quickly laid my back against the door and spread my thighs for him. “Delve in.” I ordered, pushing the thong of my lace panties to the side.

He hesitated, probably confused and scared that this might be a trap. “Madam, wetin you want make I do?” He asked in a scared unsure tone.

“Do what Mariam likes to me.”

“Madam-” he started to protest.

“Go down there my friend!” I snapped, grabbed his head and pushed it down between my legs and when his tongue shyly stuck out to give my honeypot a lick, I was already gone! When he ate me for more than twenty minutes and when he finally slid into me at my anxious request, he touched every nook and cranny my husband had not touched in twelve years. In fact, he overfilled me and soon the car was bouncing at our motion.

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Episode 2

Almost a fortnight later, I discovered Patricia's secret myself.
I was sitting beside her in her Jeep at the back of the car while her driver, Sani drove us to her large boutique where we were to stop for her to pick up something before we went for the wedding reception of an acquaintance. We were chitchatting and I noticed that Patricia and her driver kept exchanging secret glances and smiles through the rearview mirror. The first time it happened, I thought nothing of it but when it happened the third time I realised that something weird was definitely up.

I said something to Patricia that made her laugh and then Sani, the driver suddenly interfered by chipping in his own words, leaving me surprised that a driver would dare interfere in a discussion between his madam and her friend and just when I thought Patricia would scold him for such an act, she laughed instead and added: “You are such a naughty boy, Sani.”

I held my peace and said nothing to her surprising statement. When we finally reached her boutique, she asked me to wait for her in the car as she got down. As she was about to go, she paused and said, “Sani, please bring the bag from the trunk to my office now.” With these words, she disappeared into her boutique where the security guard and her staff greeted her warmly and through the glass wall, I saw her simply acknowledge their greetings with a wave of a hand before walking up the stairs to her office above.

Sani soon disappeared into the boutique too, carrying a polythene bag. I sighed and waited in the car and slowly, time ticked by. Several minutes later, I was already growing impatient and when I checked my wristwatch, I realized that Patricia had been gone for more than thirty minutes. I wondered what was keeping her for so long and she was very well aware that we would be late for the wedding reception if we didn’t leave soon. I pulled out my smart phone and dialed her number but she didn’t take my call. I dialed her five more times, yet no answer.

In frustration, I got down the car and walked into the boutique. The staff didn’t care to stop me when I made for the stairs because they were familiar with me, instead they greeted me with warm smiles. I went up the stairs and without bothering to knock, I opened the door and what greeted my sight was a shock.

On the office desk, laid my friend on her back with her thighs wide open. Her panties hung around one ankle and kneeling on the floor before her was Sani the driver. His head was buried between her thighs and the way he was eating her shaved Honeypot while he twisted her ni***es simultaneously, one would think he had not eaten for days.😂

What struck me more was the way my friend whose eyes were closed, was moaning and squirming and pulling his head closer for more like she was high on something. She had zipped down her lace dress, taken her arms out of the sleeves so that she could bare her massive breasts and leave them to the mercy of her driver’s squeezing hands. The worst thing is that they were so engrossed in this oral act that they were oblivious of my presence.

“Patricia!” I cried out in disgust. I had never had oral s*x in my life because the thought of it seemed so repulsive and I had vowed never to indulge in such act.

She suddenly jolted to a sitting position while Sani was so startled by the sound of my voice that he reeled back and hit his head against the wall. Since he was still dressed, he quickly dashed out of the office unable to meet my eyes.

“Your driver?!” I asked in disbelief.😱

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24/08/2023

🔞 LONELY WIVES 🔞

Episode 1

Winifred’s POV (Point of view)
My family painted the town red on my wedding day. My wedding was on every lip. I was the talk of the town. Every girl out there envied me and I couldn’t be more proud. My husband was God-sent and I wouldn’t have wanted another husband beside him in my next life. I was so overjoyed. Being a virgin, I had married my husband and he was so proud that I could abstain from s*x in such a generation. I had seen so much admiration in his eyes after he had deflowered me and I was glad that I had waited this long for the right person.

Well, my nightmare began when his company decided to take him from me and tear down my marriage. Having been given a good promotion, he had been asked to relocate to Canada to oversee the affairs of the branch over there. He told me that plans to help move his family over there would only be valid after five years which meant that I was stuck in Nigeria.

I cried like a child and couldn’t be consoled. I just couldn’t bear the thought of not being with my husband or being able to see him everyday. Even though he promised to call frequently and communicate through Skype, I knew that no video call could replace having to see him physically. I wanted to touch him, kiss him and embrace him but now, that wouldn’t be possible anymore even though he promised to visit every six months.

On the day he was set to go, his mother and I accompanied him to the airport. I cried from the house to the airport in the car and when it was time for him to board the plane which was soon to depart, he hugged me but I just wouldn’t let go. His mother who had come with us had to tear me away from him so that he wouldn’t miss his flight. Forgetting my first class certificate and my pride and dignity, I crumbled to the floor and wept and passers-by couldn’t help but give me curious and puzzled looks.

I know it was embarrassing for my mother-in-law but she soon joined me in shedding tears. After much consoling and after watching the plane my husband had boarded, take off, I reluctantly agreed to go home. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I was the definition of restless. Even my favourite TV program felt blank and I was disinterested in it. All I wanted was my husband. Mother-in-law stayed with me for two days but soon had to go back to her base to take care of her business and I was left all by myself in the apartment.

Although, we were rich but we still lived in a rented apartment of four bedrooms flat because of our duplex was still under construction. My husband called me with an international number two days after he arrived his destination, and immediately I heard his voice, I started to cry again. He comforted me, called me a lot of pet names, made a thousand promises and that seemed to help me pull myself together.

Well, my problem started a few weeks after my husband travelled. I didn’t miss the cuddles and snuggling anymore because I now had a bigger problem before me, and that was s*x. I was starved of it. My husband had deflowered me and left me hungry for it and at this early stage of not having any s*xual satisfaction, I soon became frustrated and disoriented. Whenever I saw a movie and two people were kissing in it, my loin moistened up immediately. Watching Game of Thrones was not easy at all, with all the characters going at it like it was part of their daily obligations.

I didn’t know what to do. I could not ma******te because it just wasn’t my thing and I had no one to discuss it with besides my friends, Patricia and Amarachi. They were both married but like me, their husbands were always away for one reason or the other and I wondered how they managed to hold their bodies and deal with their s*xual cravings.

When I explained my plight to them, they both burst into laughter and high-fived each other with knowing smiles and I wondered what both women were hiding from me. They were wives of wealthy men and had almost everything money could buy except the attention of their husbands. I tried to coerce them into telling me what their secrets were but Amarachi only shook her head and said before she sipped her glass of chadonnay “You will not understand, Winifred.” She told me.

Almost a fortnight later, I discovered Patricia’s secret myself..........


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After dating him for 5 years, he give u 4 million, to leave him, that he want to marry another girl,what will u do?🙄

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