Esther and Debby are best of friends. They went to
secondary school together, grew up in the same neighborhood, but attended
different universities. They met again at the NYSC orientation camp and served
in the same state. In fact, Debby was Esther's chief Bride' maid when the
latter got married whilst Esther was heavily pregnant when Debby wedded. They
were really very close friends. They trusted themselves, shared pains and
joy with each other and looked out for each other like sisters.
Debby's husband
was a military officer who was always on the move. He was hardly around, thus
leaving his wife alone in the house all by herself all the time. He provided
every imaginable item of material comfort for her ensuring that she never
lacked intimacy and she craved conjugal pleasure. This was even made worse
every time she cheerful her friend looked. She also could not help but feel bad
and shortchanged each time Esther tells her of how her husband was serenading
her with unbelievable stunts each time they got the game of intimacy and
bedmatics.
According to Debby, she cried every night, each
time she got back from Esther's place wondering why she was so unlucky and
asking herself when she was going to start enjoying the company of her man as a
married woman. The last time she thoroughly enjoyed conjugal intimacy was the
night after her wedding as her husband had always been unstable, being posted
from one peace keeping mission abroad to the other. She craved to be touched,
to be kissed, to be smooched and to be pounded by a loving man. She desired
also to enjoy herself and her body like her friend, but all if these, she was
not getting because she married a man who was always not physically present
with her.
The distance was a big barrier in their marriage and she couldn't join
him because he was always in a conflict zone in some far distant location on a
foreign peacekeeping mission. She has had to ward off advances, interests and
temptations from men, but she knew she strength of resistance was limited. She
even had friends who introduced her to dildos and vibrators, but she shunned
all of it because it wasn't her thing. She preferred the real thing instead and
she just knew that it would get to a point that she would do something drastic,
crazy and deliberate as her body could no longer hold back. She however decided
to start flirting with her friend's (Esther's) husband on phone by sending him
suggestive to text messages every time he was in the office asking if he has
had lunch, how his day was going and sometimes how many rounds he had with his
wife the previous night.
Suffice to say that, at this stage, she had gotten
reliable information with authentic pictures as proof that her soldier husband
had impregnated a woman and has a child at his location somewhere in Central
Africa. And here she was, with no child and an absentee husband, lonely and
heartbroken. She was however lucky and overjoyed when Ken, her friend's
husband, began to reply her text messages with equal suggestive hints. They
soon struck a strong cord as text mates.
One afternoon, I was in my office when this fair
skinned, curvy, elegant beauty stepped into my office and introduced herself,
having booked an appointment to see me ear her. It would be hard to believe
that Debby had any problem bothering her looking at her physically, but a deep
look into her eyes under the cool contact lens she was wearing tells that she
was troubled. I claimed her and assured her that she can trust me and she did.'
After going round the preambles, she spilled it
all out, unrestricted, undiluted in a no holds-barred account. "I was
really heartbroken when I heard that my husband has had a child with another
woman in the Central Africa Republic. All he told me before then was to be
patient as he would soon return home to join me to start a family. I had kept
myself as a decent, responsible married woman, but I was lonely and it was
tearing me apart. I busied myself with my hat and delivered to customers on
order. I live alone in a three bedroom apartment in a private estate here.
I
had everything in the house, so I enjoyed the company of my apartment. The only
times I go out are either to deliver goods to my customers, to shop or to visit
my best friend, Esther. I tried so hard not to have too many friends for
obvious reasons, though my siblings come around most weekends to spend time
with me. I have really missed being intimate with a man, but had held on hoping
and believing that I will catch up with whatever I have missed when my husband
returns from his mission abroad. I was therefore heartbroken, devastated, angry
and disappointed to learn that my husband was having a frolicking time with
another woman elsewhere. I feel cheated, abandoned and insulted. I had every
opportunity to do whatever I wished, but I chose to be the decent and trusted
housewife my mother brought me up to be, but each time I looked at the
photograph that was sent to me of my husband and his little baby and baba mama
in the Central Africa Republic, it strengthened my resolve to move on with my
life and stop punishing myself. Though I confronted him with the facts, he
didn't deny it, but pleaded with me to understand and forgive him.
It was at
that point that I decided to find happiness for myself in my own way. I have
always like my friend's husband, Ken. He is intelligent, good looking,
compassionate, soft spoken, generous and very supportive. So one afternoon, in
my angry, lonely mood, I picked up my phone and sent him a text. His reply
suggested that he got the message and we hit it off from that point as flirting
text mates.
One beautiful morning, I went to my friend's place
and met that her husband was not feeling too well. He had flu and didn't go to
work that morning. I suggested to my friend to prepare yam pepper soup for him,
but she didn't have the ingredients at home. So she suggested that since I was
free, I should follow her to the market to get the ingredients. After buying
all that w needed for the pepper soup, she begged me to go back to her house
and prepare the pepper soup for her husband as she had some supplies to do that
day. It wasn't the first time I would be helping her out with such stuff as she
trusted me with everything including her car, her daughter, her husband, her
kitchen and her money. She is a very successful florist and runs a fledging
horticultural center with about 12 staff. So she can be quite busy.
That afternoon, after buying all the ingredients,
she begged me to ensure that I forced her husband to take the pepper soup and
his drugs and go help her daughter from school because she had a long day ahead
of her. I was existed and quite willing to help out because I actually was
looking for an opportunity like this to be all alone with Ken and have a heart
to heart talk with him. I was excited at the chance of taking our text-talks to
'real' level.
So I left her at the market as she drove off to work, while I
took a taxi back to the house. When I got back to her place, her husband Ken
was watching TV. The Air Conditioner was off and the blinds were down. I
hurriedly dashed into the kitchen to start preparing the pepper soup. Whilst
that was on, I served him some biscuits and lemon tea to keep him warm and from
the look on his face, he was really glad to have me around. I quickly prepared
a warm bath for him and asked him to go take a shower before coming out to eat.
He complied without hesitation, saying we would get to talk when the pepper
soup was ready. I escorted him into the bathroom, threw the towel at him and
asked him playfully to "be a good boy and start taking your bath". I
quickly dashed back to the kitchen to conclude what I was doing.
I honestly
didn't know what came over me or where I derived the heart to be that evil on
that day, but I just waited for him to start taking his bath and I sneaked into
their bedroom, took off my dress and quietly tip toed into the bathroom when he
had covered himself with enough lather from the soap and I quietly held him
close to myself from behind pressing my firm, full mammary gland on his back.
He was shocked and quickly washed off the soap from his face but I told him not
to worry; that I was the one and I had long desired for this to happen. He
tried to say something again and I told him bluntly that I wanted him to make
me feel like a woman. I said to him that
I knew very well that he was my best friend's husband but I didn't care and
that this was going to be between the two of us. If he doesn't tell anybody and
I also don't tell anybody, then nobody would know what happened, except of
course God our creator. I assured him that it wasn't a set up and that I am not
to ruin his marriage. I just wanted to have fun and not die of loneliness and
starvation.
I noticed that those words calmed his initial resistance and as he
slowly turned around to take a look at me, I could see that his entire body had
come alive on seeing me in the fullness of myself without my clothes on. He
muttered the words "Wow, Debby you look so hot". He then wasted no
time in grabbing me close to his chest and held on to me very tightly. We both
had the warm shower together and experimented with all kinds of foreplays
before he romantically lifted me out of the bath tub and carried me straight
unto the bed. That entire afternoon, I felt like I was in another world. I saw
why my friend was glowing and what I had been missing. Ken was just the bomb.
He was gentle, he was skillful, he was acrobatic, he was electrifying. I cannot
exactly remember all that we did but I know that we did a lot of crazy things
together that day. It was as if we had known ourselves and had been doing this
forever. He didn't look like a man who was sick. His flu had suddenly
disappeared as he sweated all through and I relished the entire moment in
extreme ecstasy. My body responded to every touch with hyperactive feedback. I
was in a blissful land of fantasy. I felt complete as a woman. I was happy
beyond expression. I moaned and moaned with passion. I felt fulfilled. I later
served him the yam pepper soup in bed, got him to take his drugs and waited for
him to sleep off before I left the house.
As I drove back to my place that
afternoon, I did not feel any inch of regret inside of me and somehow, I knew
what just happened between I and Ken was just the beginning of many more of
such wild rumps to come. At this point, I remembered that I was supposed to go
pick their daughter from school. I then did a detour, quickly got to the
school, picked the girl and dropped her off at the house. All Ken said to me
when I got back to the house was "Thank you Debby. Thanks for
everything". After that first encounter, we became more adventurous. He
came to my place secretly while we also made arrangements to meet at some very
coded places where we continued with out sex capades. I got so obsessed with
being pounded by Ken and we had it everywhere and every time I wanted it. He
was very matured about it as well and he was very careful to ensure that the
secret was well kept between us, but I knew that it wouldn't go on like this
forever. I felt like a terrible human being each time I was with her husband. I
tried to put myself in her place and imagine what I would do if I knew that my
best friend was sleeping with my husband. My conscience was beginning to beat
me and I felt like putting an end to it all, but my biggest dilemma was how to
find a replacement for Ken.
I was not even ready to let any other man see or
touch my naked body if it's not Ken. I have gotten used to everything about
him; his voice, his touch, his kiss and his love making but my conscience was
beginning to judge me. Not so much for my absentee husband, but because of my
friend, Esther. I however began to feel very afraid and suspect that my friend
may have started having ideas about what was going on between her husband and I
when she called me one evening to tell me that somebody told her a story of a
woman who caught her husband and her best friend in bed in a hotel somewhere in
Uganda and bathed both of them with acid. I felt a chilly cold down my spine
when she told me this story and asked myself if she was not passing a message
to me.
I could see palpable fear and guilt in Debby's
eyes as she sat across my table that afternoon. I gave her a thousand and one
reasons why what she was doing was not right especially with her best friend's
husband and another one thousand and one negative things that could happen to
her if she didn't stop. I told her in no uncertain terms that what they were
engaged in had dire consequences and that even though they both felt it was a
well kept secret between them, an
unexpected slip could happen. Her soldier husband could even hear of it and
irrespective of his unfaithfulness to her could come around, put a gun to her
head, blow her brain apart and end her life. I told pretty Debby that afternoon
to find the will to put an end to this silly affair with Ken. I said it to her
repeatedly and even volunteered to get somebody to come between them to make
him jealous and begin to give her some space. As she left my office that
afternoon, she looked somewhat cheerful, calm and appeared like she had found a
solution and had taken a decision on what to do. We became good friends as she
updated me regularly about life, business and sundry issues. She later gave her
life to Christ, became born again and enrolled in a Bible school.
Presently, Debby had since relocated to
the United States where she is now a Pentecostal pastor in Florida. She legally
separated from her soldier husband before relocating to the United States and
it appears that the wedding bell is tolling for her again. Her friend Esther
also started having an affair with another man after she found out that her
husband Ken was sleeping with their new house maid. She later moved out of the
house, divorced Ken and is happily remarried.
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