The day I knew I was going to be in trouble was when Chidera, my elder sister’s friend, told me she had stopped having sex with her husband. She had complained that the man was not satisfying her and that having sex with him was like being tortured by a rapist.
“You’re just the person I need,” she said.
Chidera and I happened by chance. It started long before she got married and long before my sister who was her friend died. We had not been close until she fell ill one day and I went to see her. I went back the second day and also the third day. After that I stopped going because she was now all right. She was displeased by this and complained the next time she saw me. She obviously had become fond of me and always eager to see me.
From then on, we became close and I also became fond of her and I saw myself accompanying her to places and being in her one-room apartment whenever I had nothing doing. Then one day I mistakenly touched her breast while we were playing. I was expecting her to flare up giving the fact that there was a four-year gap between us, but she did not even behave as if she noticed.
One day my aunt, who I was staying with travelled and pleaded with her to come and stay with us in her flat. We got playing as usual and got rougher than we had ever been. Before we both knew what was happening, we were responding to each other’s touching. The two other occupants of the flat, my aunt’s son and the girl living with her, were fast asleep by then. We kissed, I sucked her breasts, she played with my dick and we had mock sex. She refused me penetration. Her reaction to my touches was a shock to me. She was vibrating and screaming with joy. We fell asleep after the escapade and early the following morning she refused to open her eyes. She said she was ashamed of what happened. She said she had a feeling I would see her as cheap. I told her to quite the game and she eventually opened her eyes and her heart.
We became a secret item after that. I would sneak into her room, we would touch each other, we would kiss each other and we would play with each other. There were times I would claim I passed the night in my office and would spend the night with her touching, kissing and having mock sex. She refused intercourse for the fear and the shame that would accompany getting pregnant for her ‘younger’ brother.
She later started a relationship with someone she met in church and soon they were talking marriage. She introduced me to him as her brother. As they were planning their wedding, we were still touching and kissing. One day Emeka, her man, almost caught us when he came into her room unannounced. I had been sitting by her legs, which she opened wide for me to stroke her clitoris and finger her pussy. She quickly closed the legs and we pretended I was just sitting. Since I was her ‘younger brother’, he suspected nothing.
Some weeks to their wedding, Emeka lost his job. His boss, a Vice-chancellor of a university, had accused him of sneaking into his room and stealing valuables. She wanted to call off the wedding, but she was prevailed on and the ceremony went on at an African Church somewhere in an Ogun State village.
I stayed away from her after then. She seemed to be enjoying her marriage. One day I went to see her in her office and she complained about her husband’s lackadaisical attitudes. I held and consoled her and we parted ways. I went to see her in their new home later and while she was in the kitchen I saw myself robbing my dick against her bosom. She said what I was doing was what she had been trying to avoid, but she did not push me away. Soon we were in the sitting room and I tried to kiss her. She refused saying it was now for her husband only. She, however, said I could do every other thing, except sex of course. That day she also told me that she enjoyed oral sex and wished I could do it for her and for the first time in my life I went down on a woman, the experience was not very palatable but I endured it.
Years after having two kids and after enduring her husband bringing in babes and doing other stuff and refusing to play his financial role, she was no longer against having sexual intercourse with me. But, she did not want to do it in her home. At a point, they were changing their apartment and on their last day in the apartment, when almost all their properties had been moved, she opened her legs wide and allowed me insert my dick. We had sex. And we enjoyed.
“My husband has never fucked me like this before. You’re the kind of man I need,” she declared clinging to me and asking for another round. We were sweating and almost breathless.
We had more sex after that, in hotels and even in her shop when we felt no one was watching or when it was raining and we were sure no one would come into the shop for any business. I felt the intercourse was not intense enough. I felt she was a novice, but she felt I was the best thing that God ever created and that my dick was sugar-coated and she wanted more and more of it.
I soon started avoiding her and she called me one day to say I was the man she needed and from her tone I had no doubt she would leave her husband if I agreed to keep her as a mistress somewhere.
That was when I knew I had to take drastic measures. Now, I have changed my numbers and left Lagos. I am sure her husband will kill me if he ever found out we had been secret lovers all these years.