I did not envisage the sacrilegious scene. Neither did I imagine the barrage of bawdy occurrences that followed. I strolled into the house, thrilled by the spirited chuckles of my six-month old baby, lying beside Abi, my stepmother in-law who takes care of the infant. While the baby was frisky, Abi was sleeping. She must have been tired, from the toil of babysitting day and night.
I greeted Abi as I entered the room. No response. She was in a deep slumber. Then, I knelt on the mattress to treat my baby to some lullabies. As I carried him on my shoulders, his fists clasped on the coverlet, pulled it and, inadvertently, left Abi nude.
The lullabies froze as I stared, lustfully, on Abi unfurled. Her sexy hips spread like a canvas on which her vulva was etched. Strands of twined hair masked her clitoris but the lower part of the slit was clean shaven, the sight of which got me tripping.
My mind swirled between lust and delusion. And I fell into an erotic trance: I dropped the baby on the floor and flew on top of Abi, kissed her forehead, squeezed her breasts and simultaneously, clutched her clitoris. As I pulled downwards for a vantage view of her luscious thighs before whacking, a sudden shrill cry of the baby on my shoulders jerked me out of the dreamy stupor. I quickly rebuked this profane imagination as I quietly spread the duvet on Abi. She woke up few minutes later.
Abi is my benefactor. She is the younger wife of my father-in-law, Engineer Clement, a retired civil servant, now a farmer. I didn’t know my mother-in-law. She had died long before I met my wife. Even during our wedding, Abi played the role of a bride’s mother. My wife, Tabitha, died six months ago after child birth as a result of postpartum complications. When this tragedy struck, Engineer Clement sent his younger wife, Abi, to help take care of the baby boy, his first grandson. He named him Thank God,TG. She has done an excellent job, raising the boy, loving him like her own biological son. So, harbouring amorous feelings towards her was an unwarranted act of wickedness. And for my father-in-law, it would be a baleful stroke of back stabbing. I rebuked all thoughts of carnality.
In spite of my verbal revulsion of the bestial imagination, I have been living with a mental obsession with Abi’s genitalia, especially her flirtatious, curvy hips that house her spoony pudendum.
The fatal attraction continued unabated, with increased emotional illusions.
Finally, the bubble burst. I was startled out of sleep by shrieks and quivers from the guest room where Abi and my baby sleep. Suddenly, there was a loud bang on my door. “TG is sick” she said in a trembling voice laced with motherly love. I was afraid as Abi unstrapped TG from her back and handed him over to me. TG, convulsive and cold, cried uncontrollably. I tried all that I knew to calm him down, he remained restive and fretful. Time was 12.55am. Abi and I kept a vigil, waiting and watching over the cranky lad till the two of them fell asleep. The harmattan chill descended on me with unimaginable shivers. Unwittingly, I drew up to Abi, cuddled her and waggled her thighs, rummaged through her underwear till my finger slipped into her cunt. She twitched awake and askance. I continued the fingering streaks at a faster pace. Abi breathed frenetically. She surrendered.
I leapt over her voluptuous body as she involuntarily rolled up her night gown.
The love making was sweet but short. I was too excited to sustain a prolonged thrusting. However, it was a curtain raiser. After, the first round, Abi lay still, sulking. I held her closely, consoling, caressing and heedlessly slithered in my cock again. She seemed to have enjoyed the season two of our forbidden act. We slept off.
That was the beginning of a major breach. Abi and I had sex regularly especially in the night. Sadly, we threw caution to the winds with months of unprotected sex.
Two months into our romp, Abi became pregnant. She announced it with tearful joy. But I was devastated. I knew opprobrium and public outcries would greet the greatest consequence of our sacrilegious indulgence. Abi was unruffled.
She had been married to my father-in-law for four years without a single conception. For her, abortion is not an option. She is ready to face the opprobrium as long as she would have a child.
Now, the news is everywhere. My father-in-law is still in a daze. My family and friends are distraught. But I’m ambivalent. I have decided to stay with Abi in this moment. If she is happy, I’m happy.
Engineer Clement has disowned his wife and doesn’t want to do anything with me again.
In all honesty, the crisis has brought Abi and I together in a bond of love, sex and we are thinking of getting married, if her husband divorces her.