I smiled at her and moved to the living-room. She had prepared ‘eba’ and ‘egusi’ soup which she kept in a food flask. She served them on plates.

“That’s my lovely wife,” I teased her, sitting down. I washed my hands, said a short prayer and started to eat the food. She sat at the end of the table.

Her not eating meant she had already eaten.

“So, how was the day?” she asked.

I liked the fact that she didn’t raise much eye-brow on my coming late to the house. That was good.

“The day was fine,” I replied. “The office was hectic, but thank God, all went well.”
She nodded.

“The food is delicious,” I said to warm her heart.

She smiled briefly. “Thanks.”

I continued to savor the food.

“So, how was your outing at Ikeja G.R.A?” she suddenly asked.

The hand I was about to raise to my mouth faltered. “What did you say?”

“How was your affair with Margaret?”

I stopped eating. How did she know that?

“What …what are you talking about?”

“You were with Margaret, weren’t you?”

I could not continue with the food, for I lost appetite immediately. I stared at her dumbfounded.

She smiled wryly, stood up from her seat and went to the bedroom.

I covered the remaining food and washed my hands. How did she know that? Who told her, and how did the person get to know?

In the sitting-room, now alone, I was tempted to call Maggie to intimate her about what had happened. But, I decided not to. I sighed. This was getting serious. I went to join Bola in bed. She completely turned her back to my side, which meant communication had been blocked off.

I remained disturbed until the merciful arms of sleep came to my rescue. The following morning, I dressed up for work and left the house without discussing the matter with Bola.

On my way to the office, my mind was busy. I was convinced that whoever was leaking information to my wife must be an insider.

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On my way to the office, my mind was busy. I was convinced that whoever was leaking information to my wife must be an insider.
So, who could be that insider? It must be either Martha or Maggie.

Yes, one of them would be the one contacting Bola. It could even be the two sisters playing the terrible mischief. In the office, I put a call across to Maggie.

“Why are you sending messages to my wife about our affairs?” I demanded as soon as she came on the line.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied.

“Of course, you do. You’re the one feeding my wife with the information on our movement. Last night, she confronted me again. She even mentioned that Ikeja G.R.A was our meeting point. How did she know that? But why? Why are you doing that?”

“Me? You can’t be serious. How could you be making such an allegation? What would I gain in doing so?”

I gulped. “If you are not the one, then who is? Is it Martha? Definitely, it’s someone who is very close by.”

“Martha will do no such thing,” she defended.

“Then, who is? Who is behind all this?”

“I don’t know,” she said flatly.

I was exasperated. What kind of thing was this?

“I see no reason for you to sound so scared over this,” Maggie went on. “Even if your wife accuses you, let her keep doing so. If you’re having an affair outside, so what? Are you the first to do so?”

I shook my head. Of course, I was not the first to do so. Neither would I be the last. The thing was I found it uneasy any time Bola brought up the allegation. I found it totally unnerving.

I could not say anything further to Maggie. I disconnected the line. Maybe I should put an end to my affairs with them, I thought in a grimy way. Why couldn’t I just make up my mind and put an end to this mirage? The problem was I could not.

Days later, Maggie called and requested that we met again at our new rendezvous.

“Okay,” I found myself saying.

I went there after closing. I met the two sisters in the house.

“Hello, Martha. Hello, Maggie. What a surprise the two of you are here. How do you do?”

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I went there after closing. I met the two sisters in the house.

“Hello, Martha. Hello, Maggie. What a surprise the two of you are here. How do you do?”

“Fine,” they chorused.

I grinned as I sat down.

“Oh, I miss you,” Martha said, coming to my seat. She sat on my laps. I wrapped my left arm around her.

“I miss you too,” I replied. We kissed briefly. Maggie sat on an opposite seat and eyed us.

“So, Martha, you will not even allow the guy to rest for a minute.”

Martha laughed shortly. “He doesn’t need any rest. What has he done that he needs rest?” She ran her hand on my chest.
I circled my left arm around her neck and pulled her close to me.

I made a sound of delight as her boobs rubbed against my chest. I moved over the length of her neck with tiny kisses. I then moved along her chin before searching out for her mouth again. My right hand soon moved to her right breast and cupped it gently.

Martha was truly ready for me. She removed her top. Her white bra had lacy edges and was very sexy. I kissed the cups of her bra.

She completely removed it to ease my moves. I lowered my head and took the whole of the nipple of the right boob and surrounding area into my mouth. I held the nipple between my teeth and licked it with my tongue.

Then I stopped licking and started sucking. I did it gently at first. Gradually, I increased the tempo. Martha threw her head back and took in a deep breath. She ran her fingers through my hair.

I loosened my grip on her right breast but kept hold of the nipple with my teeth. Her sister was a bemused spectator. Minutes later, unable to hold herself back, Maggie came to join us to complete the party.

I concentrated more on Martha. I used my hands to part the space between her legs and to exposer her warm, expectant clitoris. I flicked my tongue over the raw flesh. I did this motion over and over until she started groaning in delight.

While my mouth remained busy, my right thumb explored and found her genital hole. It was like a delighted explorer that had found a treasure land. The finger worked on it.

“Oh my goodness,” Martha groaned.

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