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It all happened so quickly. Her soft, satin smooth skin, full lush were supposed
Obviously, Timi seduced me, practically throwing herself at me.
But at my age, shouldn't I have had enough self-control to resist, you might
wonder. But what grown, hot-blooded man resist
Anyway, that's how Timi and I became lovers. Initially, I just saw
the affair as a fling, and Timi as someone to keep me company on lonely nights
as my wife was so far away. I loved my wife and family and I didn't want to do
anything to hurt them. But I had reckoned without my errant heart. Before long,
I had fallen madly in love with Timi!
I spent most of my free time with her and I didn't like her being
away from me for long. Because of her, my visits to Lagos to see my wife and
family reduced drastically and whenever she complained, I would tell her it was
due to pressure of work.
At the end of her service year, Timi wanted to return to Lagos
where
“I will get a job for you here, in Port-Harcourt," I told
her.
I was true to my words. Shortly after, I spoke to the branch
manager of a bank in the city who was a tennis partner of mine at the club.
Within a month, Timi had been offered a job at the bank.
By this time, she had left the corpers' quarters she
"What if your wife comes to visit you unannounced?" she
asked, a few days after she moved into my house.
"We will cross that bridge when we get there," I stated,
holding her close in my arms and kissing her. My wife had only visited me twice
in the four years I had been living in the city and she had informed me well in
advance on both occasions.
Living with Timi was wonderful. She was quite caring and always
concerned about my welfare. As for me, I loved her to bits and could not
imagine life without her. I had no idea what the future held. I was just happy
to spend my days and nights with her, to love and be loved by her.
I was careful though, to keep the affair with Timi from my wife.
Once in a few months, I would travel to Lagos and see her and the children and
act the role of a good family man. But most times, I couldn't wait to return to
my sweet Timi, to hold her close to me.
Things went on this way for about a year. Then a day came when
things came to a head. It was a Saturday afternoon. There was no work so we
were both at home. I was watching a football match on TV while Timi was in the
kitchen, helping Johnson prepare lunch.
"Lunch will soon be ready, honey," Timi said, coming
into the living room to sit on my lap. She planted a kiss on my lips but
"You and football," she grumbled as she got up to return
to the kitchen.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Timi said, making for the door.
I could hear her speaking with someone at the door, then she came
back in and announced:
"Honey, there's a woman at the door asking for you."
I got up to see who was at the door. Standing there, a sour look
on her face was my wife!
The showdown
The sight of my wife at the door, arriving so unexpectedly without
warning, so shocked me, that I just stood there, gaping at her. Then I came to
myself.
"Mary, what are you doing here?"
She brushed me aside and came into the room, dropping her
traveling bag on the floor.
“What kind of question is that? Is that the way to welcome your
wife who has travelled all the way from Lagos to see you?" she demanded
crossly, surveying the living room as if looking for something.
"I'm sorry, but you gave me quite a surprise. You should have
told me you were coming. I would have sent the driver to pick you at the
airport," I stated.
"Do I need permission before coming to see my own
husband?" she asked, going to sit on the couch.
"I know, but..." I started to say when Timi came into
the room.
"Honey, lunch is ready. Should I serve it now?" she
asked, coming to stand by me and holding
Seeing Mary, she greeted:
"Welcome, ma
Mary stood up.
"What's going on here? Daddy Michael, who is this girl?"
she asked.
"Em ...
"And I'm
"What?" she exclaimed. "So, all the rumours 've been living
"Mary, calm down. Let me explain," I said.
“You say I should calm down? Is that all you can say? Anyway, this
nonsense must end today! Little girl," she addressed Timi, "I'm
giving you ten minutes to pack your things and get out of this house. If you
are still here at the end of that time, I won't be responsible for my
actions!"
"And who are you to order me around in my man's house?"
Timi demanded, in an equally angry tone.
"You still don't get it? Well, let me tell you since you are
so thick-headed. I'm his wife and this is my home. So, get the hell out!"
she screamed at her.
"What?" Timi exclaimed, looking anxiously at me...
* * * *
"Look, Mary. Try to understand the situation. What happened
was not planned. One thing led to the other and before I knew it, I was in
really deep," I explained. We were in my bedroom later that night. We had
spent the past few hours or so arguing over Timi and what I should do about
her. I had refused to allow her leave the house after Mary's order to
"What situation do you want me to understand? That the moment
my back was turned, you went and brought in a girl into my home. A girl that's
about the same age as Kate, our first daughter! Nowa
"I've said I'm sorry. Besides, you are partly to blame too
for the situation," I pointed out.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, glaring at
me.
"Well, if you had moved here with me, this wouldn't have
happened. It's not easy for a man of my age to live alone," I stated
quietly.
"So, you are now putting the blame on me. Instead of
accepting your mistakes and cleaning up the mess you've created, you are
looking for a scapegoat for your misdeeds. You are really pathetic!" she
stated.
"It's late so neighbours
"Let them hear! I don't care. At least they will know the
kind of man you are; one who can't control that thing in his trousers!"
"Mary!" I cautioned, glaring at her.
She glared back before resuming the quarrel...
I laid on the bed, silent, listening with half an ear to what she
was saying, how my wandering eyes will put me in trouble one of these days,
that did I not think of the children and the many years of marriage we had had
before jumping into bed with anything in skirts? What example was I setting for
our sons, sleeping with a young girl they are even older than and
Timi was in the guest room and I wondered whether she was asleep.
She had been unwilling to move from my bedroom and I had to plead with her,
assuring her that she would be back once my wife was gone.
Two days later, Mary returned to Lagos. Before leaving, she had
given me an ultimatum:
"The next time I come, somebody will...
To be continued...
Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.
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