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Revenge!! Erotica Episode 1 .
The day I found out my wife
was cheating, I
wasn’t prepared. I had not been suspecting for
weeks, the sex wasn’t stale (at least not to me)
we weren’t going through a rough patch, nothing
of the sort. That very morning she had come out
of the shower and pressed her naked body
against me. I had to change my suit, shirt and
tie afterwards and I was late for a meeting with
my publisher but it was totally worth it. That’s
why when I walked into my home that afternoon,
3 hours earlier than normal, hoping to continue
from where we left off in the morning, I didn’t
expect to see my wife f-----g someone else in
the pool. My pool.
My first instinct was to pick a knife off the
kitchen cabinet. I almost did. If I had, I would
have killed one or both of them I wasn’t sure
who I wanted to kill more. The one I loved who
had broken my trust or the object of her
adulterous desires. Then I saw his face, and the
hand reaching to pull out a knife stopped in its
tracks.
It wasn’t my brother or boss or best friend. It
was hers. Her best friend, the guy who had
always been there. They were friends before I
met her. Friends while we dated. Friends when
we got married and she asked me to make him
one of my groomsmen. Friends till now. At first
I was uncomfortable with how close they were.
She told me he was like a brother to her. Then
he got a girlfriend, a hot one, who he eventually
married and I never saw him in that light again.
Till now of course, in the harsh light of reality.
He had always been around it could have been
going on for years. If it had, that would make
me a fool. I was hurt, betrayed, angry, but I was
not a fool. Killing one or both of them right now
in a fit of rage would be illogical, foolish. They
were still at it in the pool oblivious to me for the
half hour I stood in my own kitchen watching my
wife betray me. Then I left.
At first, I was unsure what to do. I’m not a
gangster or military man, nor did I know any, so
getting him killed or beaten to within an inch of
his life was out of the question. I am an
author. A rather successful one. My last book
sold around 3 million copies each in 6 continents,
that is how I was able to afford the mansion in
Asokoro with a pool and tennis court on the
grounds that my stay at home by choice
wife had converted to a love nest.
I’m not physically intimidating either. I couldn’t
beat him up myself. The only tool I had, the only
weapon I had was my mind. I drove back to the
office. I knew the gateman would report that I
had been home. She called just as I walked into
my office. She sounded nervous. I told her that
I forgot my USB drive on the mantelpiece and I
had picked it up, used the guest bathroom and
returned to the office. That I had called out her
name but she didn’t respond so I figured she was
sleeping and since I wasn’t staying long I
decided not to disturb. She believed me. She
had to.
I sat in my office with the lights off. The
emptiness scared me tonight. I had rented the
office space in Gwarimpa to handle the business
side of the literary world and to have a zone. A
place away from home where I could come up
with ideas. I needed an idea badly that night. I
got a few. I went home that night, kissed my
wife, made love to her and slept like a baby.
She was surprised by how energetic the
lovemaking was, I told her I had come up with a
plot for my new book. I never showed my work
till I was done so she didn’t press me. …To be contd…
0Revenge!!! Episode 2
The next day I went to see my best
friend and
lawyer. I asked him about divorces and how
they affected finances and assets. He walked
me through matrimonial actions. Essentially, if I
divorced her, my wife would get as much as half
to keep her in the lifestyle to which she had
become accustomed while married to me. Utter
bollocks. He asked if everything was ok, I told
him it was research for a new book. The
protagonist was in a messy divorce and needed
to figure out a legal way to leave his wife with
nothing. He was intrigued.
He called me the next day. He’d found a way. It
was complicated but it could work. The rules
only apply to property or funds acquired during
marriage. If the protagonist found a way to
transfer it all to some trusted third party before
the proceedings begun then there would be
nothing for the Court to give her. He could
always get it back afterwards. I mulled it around
in my head for almost a month. I called him and
told him what I came up with. He said I was a
bloody genius then made a few changes so it
would be perfectly legal. I asked him to draft a
sample for me and charge me for the work. He
didn’t want to till I pointed out that the book
might make millions. What are friends for?
By now, our circle of friends was abuzz with the
news that a new novel was in the works. Our
circle of friends which included my wife’s lover
and his wife who fortunately for me was a die-
hard fan. Whenever we were at an event
together, she would ask how the book was
coming along, at first I would hedge and refuse
to divulge any information then I began to feed
her tidbits. Enough to make her look forward to
our next meeting.
Six months after I caught my wife shagging her
best friend, I bought my wife the new iPhone. It
was customary. A new phone here, a new car
there, diamonds and pearls every other month.
This was different. I had installed Google
Latitude on the device and connected it to mine
before handing it to her. I now knew everywhere
the phone went and she was like a teenager with
her phone, she never put it down.
For the next few months, I watched my wife
diligently, electronically. Every Wednesday, she
spent the afternoon at her lover’s house.
Convenient. He ran a small web design firm out
of his home. His wife was the money in the
family. Some of the time, late on Fridays, she’d
drive into odd addresses on the outskirts of
Abuja, Bwari and Zuba predominantly. I had
them checked out, Hotels.
The first time I left for the weekend, she stayed
home. I told her my story was based in Lagos
and I needed to be in the metropolis for
inspiration. She tried to talk me out of it but
drove me to the airport. I waited 15mins after
passing airport security then got a Taxi to take
me to Sheraton in Wuse. Her phone was in the
house all weekend but he could have come over
for all I knew. The business class ticket had
cost me N30,000, the first of many.
I started to ‘visit Lagos’ every other week.
Sometimes I would actually go for a day and
take enough pictures for 2 or 3 and return to
Abuja. It wasn’t till the 7th weekend that I made
my move. I called her on Sunday morning. I
didn’t let her talk, she didn’t try. I told her I was
in a cab on my way home, I was sure she was in
church so I didn’t ask her to come pick me. I
had missed her loads. I was 2 houses away. His
black Honda Accord sped past in less than 5
minutes. …0Revenge… . Episode 3
The next weekend, after dropping me
off, she
drove home first and then to one of the hotels/
motels in Bwari. She was there all weekend. I
called the lover’s home. His wife picked. I
asked her about safety precautions on oil rigs.
She got excited and pressed me for details. I
told her there was an explosion somewhere
towards the end. Temporarily sated, she
explained a few things to me. Just before I
dropped I sent the lover my regards, she
mentioned that he had to travel for business. I
just smiled.
Every time I ‘went to Lagos’ after that, she went
to Bwari. Sometimes, she went straight from the
airport. I let it continue uninterrupted,
occasionally making early returns so they never
got comfortable with using the house for their
weekend trysts. Sometimes I would go to their
hotel and get the room next to theirs. They
always got the same room. They were loud,
always. She would scream obscenities and he
would grunt like a beast. I would sit in my room
with the lights off, listening to them and
periodically send her pictures of Lagos.
Then 6 months ago, I told her I wanted us to
move to Ghana for a year. She was completely
against it but I explained that the second part of
the book was set in Ghana and flying back and
forth to Lagos was tedious enough. There was
nothing tying us to Abuja, nothing she could
mention.
I asked her not to worry. I would take care of
everything. For the next month, I stayed home
every day, and didn’t go to Lagos. I could sense
her desperation. I let it grow as the date we set
for our relocation drew closer. She sighed
audibly when I told her I would be going to Lagos
one last time, to return the morning of our trip.
We had sold the cars already so I took a taxi
straight to Sheraton.
She was in Bwari in under an hour after I left. I
made a few phone calls, confirmed the flight
booking, cab booking and room booking and
faxed over the final documents and awaited the
signed copies. Then I called the lover’s wife. I
told her I was in a bit of a rut on that explosion
and I needed her expertise. I offered to let her
read my drafts so she could get a feel of the
plot. She offered to come over to the house. I
told her I was in Lagos. She was sad, so sad. I
told her it was all handwritten so I couldn’t mail
it. She apologized for not being able to help, I
told her I appreciated her willingness.
The next morning I called her again. I was
coming back to Abuja so she could read my
manuscript. I really needed her help. She was
flattered. I told her I wasn’t going home just yet,
I can’t work at home. I was going to check into
a small hotel on the outskirts of town, I asked
her to hand the phone to her husband so I could
explain. He had travelled on business, of
course. I asked her to come anyway. I would
get her an adjoining room but since her husband
wasn’t home, he didn’t need to know, he would
tell my wife and she’d be hurt that I came to
Abuja and didn’t sleep at home. But I had to
work, I needed to get past this explosion. She
understood.
She wanted to drive over but I was already in a
cab. I picked her up. We checked into our
rooms. They were separated only by thin walls,
all three rooms. She had the one in the middle.
We stepped in her room and I handed her the
handwritten manuscript of my unpublished first
novel. I wrote it when I was 17 and it showed.
Every chapter had a sex scene. She was barely
through with the first chapter when the lovers
started. They were loud and she blushed. I
pretended not to notice.
Between the obscene manuscript and what
sounded like honeymooners next door she got
aroused in a few minutes. She paused
periodically to ask questions and make
recommendations. Sometimes just to lick her
lips. I lay on the bed, waiting for her to get to
my little alteration, the noise of lovemaking next
door had subsided.
I knew when she found it. She started breathing
hard, she licked her lips a few times. I half
expected her to put the manuscript down out of
embarrassment but she kept on reading. When I
leaned down to whisper in her ear, the words
‘kiss me’ weren’t out of my mouth before she
had me pinned to the bed. I put in everything I
had, every trick I knew but she wasn’t a
squealer. She purred. …0Revenge! Final Episode
I had her skirt hiked up around her waist, her
panties, bra and shirt
flung to the far corners of
the room, as the head slipped past her lower lips
she clutched me. Hard. Harder even than when
she had climaxed earlier. I pulled back a bit and
repeated the partial entry. Her face was
contorted. She said her first words; ‘F--k Me’ I
didn’t. I could hear telltale sounds of fresh
lovemaking from the next room. I buried my lips
next to her ear.
‘What did you say?’ She repeated herself. I slid
an inch forward. Then out again. Who? I asked.
Who? When she said my name it sounded better
than I could have ever hoped. I slid all the way in
and said ‘Louder’. With each t----t her voice
rose and every time I pulled back, I repeated
myself. It had become a battle of sounds now,
they had gotten louder, and I knew they had
heard us, I was satisfied. As she came, she
gave an extra treat, she screamed my name and
surname this time, at the top of her lungs.
Instantly, the lovemaking in the next room
ceased, I smiled as she fell asleep with her head
on my chest. My wife called. I told her how
lonely it was in Lagos and sent a picture of
myself in an empty hotel room. There were no
sounds from the other room all night.
In the morning, the lover’s wife was distraught.
He didn’t deserve her. I had us packed and
ready to go then I sent my wife a message, I had
just landed and I was in a taxi on the way home
and that I hoped she had packed, the flight for
Ghana was scheduled to leave at noon. I listened
hard. When their door opened, I opened ours and
stepped out. He saw me first, and then his
wife. I could see all three of them go through
the emotions. Self-righteous rage, confusion and
then slowly, understanding.
He knew now that it was his wife who had
screamed my name and that we had heard them
as well. She knew now that I had lied to her and
slept with her best friend’s wife and that I had
caught her cheating. The lover’s wife only knew
that she had been unfaithful and that her
husband had been as well. His business trips
suddenly made sense.
The one thing none of them knew was that I was
not as shocked or outraged as they were. I
smiled and pulled the envelope with the divorce
papers out of my bag. I handed them to her and
walked out. When her lawyer tried to apply for
settlement, I told the Court I had nothing. I had
donated all our property to a Ghanaian charity.
All bank accounts had been cleared out leaving
barely enough to survive for 2 weeks. There was
nothing to be done, the property wasn’t mine
anymore.
When the divorce became final, I raised some
money from my friends and found the next flight
to Ghana. She was broke and so was her lover.
His wife had kicked him out. They could have
been broke together but even that was not on
the cards. It turned out he preferred his wife,
mine was just a good lay. She wouldn’t have
him back but he dumped my wife to show her he
had changed.
When I arrived at the office of the charity I had
set up for this purpose, I presented the second
document to its manager. He signed.
I was free and with all of my wealth, minus a
cheating wife and 10% of the net worth which
went to the Charity. My lawyer had said they
could only touch property acquired during our
marriage, I sold it all. He said funds in my name
would be subject, I gave it all away. When I got
it back the marriage had been dissolved, she was
not entitled. It was perfectly legal.
I know what you are thinking. I lied to my wife, I
stalked her, I involved another innocent woman,
led her on for months. Well, not exactly, I did
write the book. I documented the discovery, the
stalking, the plan and its execution. It hit the
shelves a week ago in all my distribution zones
and was an instant bestseller in all of them.
I didn’t stab my wife and her lover when I saw
them in my pool, that would have been foolish. I
waited over a year but I ruined their lives. I
bought myself a new home in Maitama, a few
cars as well, the success of the new book
covered my tracks.
My new home is large and luxurious, I had the
pool cemented over the day I moved in, on rough
nights I walk out onto my balcony and look at
the solid grey slab that used to be filled with
clear blue water and then I go back to bed and
sleep like a baby….THE END
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+1Took her unaware caught red handed taught her lessons she won’t forget as a cheating wife
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