Chapter Five

She let a whole day pass before she tried his phone again. She had already come to the conclusion that Fred had lied to her about not being married, why then would he rush out of her house the way he did? He definitely had a wife and family he was rushing home to. Men generally come to their senses after they had cum. She definitely won't let his being married stop her from making him her man. After concluding that she was finally going to join the 'small girl big God' movement, she then decided to call him. If he thought he would use her and treat her like a common prostitute, then he had her all wrong. She didn't go through all she's gone through in the hands of men only to come and be used and discarded. No man would have that power and luxury over her anymore. Moreover she really was starting to like Fred. And she would definitely get him back again in her bed, before securing a place in his heart.

"Hello, who's this?" the deep calm baritone voice made her wet instantly. This voice should be her wake up call every morning. Then memories of what happened 2 nights ago made her nipples hard. "Hi Fred, it's Ifeoma." she announced into the phone and it disconnected from the other end. She looked at her phone, incredulous at what just happened. Did Fred just hang up on her? This man just didn't know yet who he's up against. Then she went and stood in front of the full length mirror in her room, and took seductive pictures of her body without showing her face. If men are moved by what they see, Fred was definitely going to be moved by what he was about to see. Back then, she was the one looking for men, now, na them go rush me. She said to herself as she tried calling him 3 more times but he kept ending the call. She searched for him on whatsapp and found him. He had a family picture of himself, his wife cradling a baby and a little boy smiling to the camera as his profile picture. A beautiful family picture. She instantly became envious of the other woman. Then she attached all the 10 seductive pictures she just took and sent them to him. She watched as the double pass marks, turned blue, letting her know that he had received the pictures and had viewed them. Then she wrote: "it can be all yours, zaddy." Then she went offline. The pictures would speak to him on her behalf.

When Fred got to his office that morning, he was happy that the mistake he made 2 days ago, wasn't discovered by Bimpe. He felt so bad for lying to his wife, he remembered the other day when he had told Dennis that no matter how rich he was, he couldn't afford the expenses that came with cheating on one's partner and Dennis had just laughed it off. If Dennis ever got to find out what he got into two nights ago, he was sure Dennis would make jest of him. Among all his four best friends, Dennis was the king when it comes to cheating on their wives. Dennis could flirt with a lady in front of his wife and exchange numbers and his wife would never know. Fred couldn't even admire another woman in front of his wife, let alone flirt or exchange numbers. They all had each others back whenever one of their wives would call, they always kept each other in the loop if they planned on going to spend time with any of their girlfriends so they would know what to say when the wives called. He just finished having breakfast on his desk when his phone rang. He wondered who the person was because the number wasn't saved on his phone, but when he heard the caller, he instantly regretted picking the call, then he ended it immediately and said a silent prayer. She called back three more times but he ignored the call and turned the phone face down on the desk. The he took the framed picture of his family that was on his desk and reminded himself of the reason why he shouldn't hurt his family, he remembered the prayer he made on that fateful night, for God to forgive him and also for self control. He felt so proud at being able to hang up on Ifeoma and not pick her calls. Then he delved back into work, he was close to completing two multi million dollar deals and he certainly didn't need the distraction he was sure Ifeoma would be in his life right now. Twenty minutes later, his phone beeped, He took his phone and hurriedly checked to see if it was the credit alert he was expecting, it was a whatsapp message from an unknown number. He clicked on the message and he wasn't prepared for the images that assaulted his eyes, his loins and his resolve. "damn!" was all he said as he checked out all the pictures, Ifeoma sent him. He zoomed in on some to be sure of what he was seeing. He wiped off the cold sweat on his eyebrows and looked at the picture again. There was something about the beauty of a naked woman that couldn't be explained in the right words. He was so horny on that fateful night that he didn't really get to admire her body, but looking at her nude pictures on his phone from different angles, he knew that he was in trouble. Then he frowned as a small voice reminded him about his prayer for self control. He marked all of the pictures to delete them, as he was about to click on delete, he unmarked two of the pictures and deleted the other eight. He looked at the two again and wondered how a woman could have butt cheeks as huge and round as these. Then he got out of whatsapp, so as not to be tempted to call her but the pictures found a home in his mind and built a foundation. He then took his phone again, looked at the two pictures and deleted them. He didn't want to give in to the temptation. The air-condition in his office was on full blast but all of a sudden he felt hot. He walked to the fridge in his office, got a cold plastic bottle of water and took three loud gulps, then the phone on the desk beeped again. In his rush to check on his phone, the cold water spilled on him. Then he opened the message again from the same number, this time she sent a 4 minute long video of her twerking in the nude, this time, he sat down on the sofa because three seconds into the video, he was rich hard. 'It can be all yours zaddy' was the only message she wrote, and now he wanted her all to himself. Before he left for work that morning, Bimpe had given him his wedding ring. Apparently, she found it in one of Trey's toys. He wore it and promised himself to never take it off, but as he watched the video for the third time, he took off the ring from his finger, placed it in his pocket and then he dialled the number.

Fifteen minutes later, he was in his black GLA 450 Mercedes Benz, driving again to her house. The time was 11am. He had told her he was coming over to talk about what happened two nights ago and she had told him to come, she need to talk too about what happened that night.

She opened the door to him in the nude. Soon as she heard the car pull up in front of her house, she looked out the window and saw the shiny black benz, then she got wet again. She ate the last piece of frozen pineapple, went to drop the plate in the kitchen, then she took off the basketball jersey she had been wearing, and went to wait by the door and didn't let him knock a second time before she opened it and got the effect she wanted: Surprise and open lust. She had been eating frozen pineapples all morning because she wanted to taste sweet when he went down on her. She smiled at the little victory. He ran out the other night, he would beg to stay longer today, she thought to herself and smiled as she moved aside for him to step in.

When he told her 10 minutes ago that he was coming to talk, she had just finished having her bath then, then she took out one of the other pebble, said the incantations the old man instructed her to, then she called his name three times, circled the pebble around her head three times, then she laid on the floor, spread her legs, used her right index and middle finger to insert the pebble deep within her vagina walls that was already slimy with expectations of what's to come.

"He....y If....If...Ifeoma" he stammered as she opened the door in her birthday suit. "Hi F...F... Fred" she stammered back, enjoying his discomfort "Come in. I was about going out. What do you want to talk about?" She said with a straight face as she sashayed towards the bedroom, to her wardrobe and started to rummage through her clothes, making him think she actually planned on going out. He followed her into the bedroom, he should have stayed back in the living room, since all he came for was to talk. "Where are you going to?" He barked, he was angry and didn't even know why. "Excuse you! Don't use that tone on me Fred! Remember how you rushed out of here that night to your family? Don't you think I deserve to also go meet a man that would cherish me too?" She spun round to face him, eyes shooting sparks. She was mad that he had the nerve to use the angry tone in his voice. She was getting all the effects she wanted. He was inches away from her, his scent was invading her senses, he reached out his right hand and touched her breasts, her nipples hardened at his touch and then "I'm sorry about that night. That was the first time I ever cheated on my wife and I felt bad." "Why then are you back here, Fred?" She pushed his hand away. He grabbed her into his arms and held her there as she started to struggle. "I wanted to talk but seeing the pictures and video you sent me and seeing you like this has weakened me. I need you in a way I've never needed anyone. Not even my wife." Then she melted and wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled at her pyrrhic victory. She could feel his erection against her stomach, trying to tear his jeans. She wanted him in her so bad, but this time, he would have to pleasure her and show her how bad he wanted her. Raising up her face, he held her head and melted into her mouth as their lips touched and their tongues broke out in a slow dance. He grabbed her butt cheeks with his big palms and squeezed them hard and then he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. No man had ever carried her. Yet, Fred carried her like she weighed nothing.

'Nneka wait, open for daddy' by Kiss Daniel blasted through the speakers in the room, drowning her moans as he started to kiss her neck and pinch on both her nipples, she wanted badly to touch his skin beneath all the clothes he had on. The only thing she wanted him to wear right now was an erection and her pussy on his face. Then he paused and helped her remove his clothes, soon as his shirt hit the floor, she didn't even wait for his trousers to come off before she rushed his right nipple with her lips, distracting him from unbuckling his belt. When he finally succeeded in getting out of his trousers, he carried her up again, his erect dick was directly beneath her, getting coated from the juices flowing directly on it. He enjoyed squeezing her butt. He staggered to the bed with his dick now in between her pussy and soft butt cheeks, as he kept planting wet kisses all over her neck and sucking her nipples. The other night, he had let her take charge but today, he planned on teaching her a lesson for teasing him with the video and pictures. Kiss Daniel announced again 'Nneka wait, open for daddy' through the speakers, she obviously had the song on repeat, then he placed her on the bed, drew her to the edge of the bed and held her legs open as he knelt on the floor between her spread legs. "why are you covering your face?" he asked, kissing her inner thighs, sending shock waves through her body. "I'm shy. What are you about to do?" she asked, as she peeked at him through her fingers, her body already shaking. He answered her by using his tongue to draw diagrams on her pussy, making slurping noises as he lapped up her juices. When his tongue connected with her clit, a whole zoo opened in her stomach as her thighs held his head like headphones. With strong arms, he held her thighs as wide open as they could go, and his tongue started to probe her moist walls, she grabbed a pillow to stifle her moans because her moans were actually drowning out Kiss Daniel's 'Wait' from the speakers. His tongue started to go in and out of her moist walls, hitting sensitive spots that lined her walls, making her go into a frenzy. He held her thighs steady as his tongue started a circular motion on and around her engorged clit. Her clit was hard with desire as his warm mouth held it captive then he sucked hard on it as he used his index finger to stroke the spongy spot at the opening of her clit. She started to convulse in the throes of orgasms. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled into her head as the tip of tongue started a feathery flick on her clit. If he wasn't holding her down with his arms, she would have climbed the walls of the room like Spiderman and escaped from this sweet torture that already had her sheets closed. He slurped on her pussy like a parched man drinking from a fountain. She passed out as he started to suck on her clit again. He shook her and brought her back to her body when he started to French kiss her fat pussy lips. She had to hold his head away from her pussy, laughing hysterically as she shook like a lone leaf caught in a storm. But he wasn't done with her yet. When he stood up from the floor, a sheen of her juices coated his chin and soaked his beard. If this was how Fred ate his wife, then she Ifeoma didn't mind at that point at being wife number 2. She was still having her spasms when Fred lifted her and asked her to sit on his face, she was so weak to move, so he sat on the edge of the bed, lifted her like she was a child and then he placed her on his shoulders, her legs were dangling on his back, his face buried deep in her pussy. He held her waist in a vice like grip to steady her. Is this how the pebble worked? She thought to herself, alarmed. The old man didn't tell her it would have this kind of effects. She started to beg him to stop:"please Fred, please!!", but her pleas fell on deaf ears. She was already sobbing and shaking, yet Fred kept sucking her clit and holding her in place. Then she passed out again and he gently laid her on the bed. She instantly fell into a deep sleep and he didn't bother to wake her up. He sat there and watched her. Then he heard his phone ring. Bimpe was calling him. He ignored the call, took his time to clean up, got dressed, covered Ifeoma up with a duvet and then let himself out of her apartment. He had marked her and he felt so proud. He sat in the car and called his wife back. Told her he was on his way back home from work. It was 4pm already. She reminded him to get her a pack of the herbal tea she was drinking. He didn't let her finish talking before he hung up on her. He drove around for a bit with the windows down so the breeze would blow away whatever smell remained on him from the tryst he just had, then he went to pick up the herbal tea from the store and drove home. He didn't even let himself feel guilty.