Living Single II

Warning: Some sexually explicit content. Readers’ discretion is advised.  If you are under 18 stop reading now. Also if you are my brother A or my sister W, DO NOT READ!!! I WILL KNOW YOU READ IT AND I WILL KILL YOU. DO. NOT. READ.  Every one else, happy reading. Lol.

Throughout the meeting, Miss Olorede kept peeking at me from under thick fringe of her long lashes. She had a knowing look in her eyes, like she knew I was in 7 shades of hell and her body was the only solution. She would smile when our eyes met and bite on her luscious and full lower lip, each contact between her lip and teeth had a direct line to my insurmountable erection and every time I thought I couldn’t possibly get harder, I surprised myself.

 I knew at that point that Wande Olorede was trouble, but trouble I was willing and desirous of getting into, pun intended. I would have bitch slapped my mother if it would have expedited the opening of the sesame. The meeting dragged on and on. I had taken Wande on every available surface of the board room, in  my head. When the meeting was drawing to a close, I willed myself to think disgusting thoughts to help ease the hard on between my thighs. I stood up sharply to shake hands with everyone. When I got to Wande, I proffered my hand and she took it in a sturdy grip looking straight into my eyes.

“Miss Olorede” I began “It is nice to make your acquaintance”

She just smiled.

“Could I have your business card ? I could send some business your way...in fact, we are considering alternatives to our legal representation right now and I’d be happy to discuss what your firm could offer us by way of legal representation”

 “Excellent, Mr. Jessops” she replied “Our Client Relations Unit could send our profile to your head of legal”

 “No” I replied quickly “and call me Tade.  Here’s my card” I pressed my card urgently into her soft as sin palms “Forward your Firm’s profile to me and I will call you to discuss our options”. 

 I would have signed my Company up for a takeover at that point!  I knew she saw how desperate I was and she was just playing it cool.

She forwarded the profile and we started talking.  We talked for a few days, skirting around the issue of my desperately wanting her. I had to go back to America to check on my family. I told her I would be away for 2 weeks.  I still wanted her but my guilty conscience and the fact that we only talked on the phone was eating away at me and ebbing the desire a little and it was a tiny, little ebb, might I add.

On getting  to the States and seeing my wife and son, I declared within me that I would not do anything to jeopardize my family. Motun was much better and we were staying in a sub-let owned by my sister. We had a lot to talk about. Her job was offering her a position with higher pay but the position required that she move to Canada. She wanted me to weigh in on the offer. With my new resolve in mind, I flat out said no. I couldn’t make the move with them because of my business and I didn’t see why we should split the family up because of a job. She argued that it was a better job, she had a huge support system in Canada; her mum, step dad  and two older sisters lived in Canada, Kitan could go to great schools and the opportunity to apply for citizenship in a few years was also attractive. I was adamant in my refusal and she reluctantly agreed with me.

You know my new resolve....well... it lasted for all of four days.. I was going about my business, checking my emails when I received a mail from Wande. I thought it was the normal ‘hey how are you doing’ email. I opened the email and I had to look up quickly to ensure Motun was nowhere around. 

Wande had sent me a picture of herself with a vibrator disappearing into her, looking straight at the camera with a wink , with the caption: ‘Got Milk?’ I knew right then that it was all over.

To be continued...

Living Single

The idea for this story is credited to my cousin, L, and our conversations about this lifestyle. Please note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are fictional and of my own creation. 

I cannot believe this has happened to me. How did I end up here???? Why did I end up here??? I mused as I raged against myself tears streaking down the corners of my eyes.

‘Sir, Miss Olorede is on the phone for you’ my secretary’s voice came over the intercom. I didn't bother acknowledging the information, so deep in thought was I. She buzzed twice and figured out I wasn't interested in responding. Smart woman. I swiveled my chair to face the wall, pondering the issues that have led up to this moment.

“I, Babatade Omotunde Jessops, take you Motunrola Omotilewa Giwa as my wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, forsaking all others, till death us do part”. 

That was four years ago. 

Thinking back to my vows, I actually meant every word. Motunrola saved me from myself. I was bent on self destruction following a devastating break up and Motun rescued me. I met her at the African Students’ Society of the University of Houston. I was the President and she was in a fashion show with my girl friend at the time. We became fast friends and when my girlfriend, who was 6 weeks pregnant and who I had planned on proposing to after my last exam, revealed that (a) the baby was an inconvenience and she had gotten rid of it and (b) she swung both ways and right now, the pendulum had swung to Tonya also from the African Students’ Society, I was heartbroken and needed a friend. Motunrola provided me with a shoulder to cry on. She would bring me meals and stopped me from acting the fool by calling either Sheila, the ex or Tonya, the ex’s current ‘girlfriend’.

Our friendship just grew and when I moved back home to start my NYSC, Motun stayed back and moved to New York to take the New York Bar exams.  We remained firm friends and I would randomly fly out to see her. She moved back home to attend the Nigerian Law School and serve while I started my own company. I was doing really well and it just made sense to ask her to marry me. She was single, I was single...during the day and when I wasn't sowing my wild oats... she was the only girl I could trust with my deepest, darkest secrets, she was a great listener, I adored her...it just made sense.

 I proposed to Motun on her birthday in March, 2008. I had taken her, five of her friends and five of mine to Tanzania for an all expense-paid, blow out birthday party. It was awesome and she said yes. We got married in January. By November, we were expecting our first child. I was crazy happy. I was making bank and Motun was earning passably well at her job in the Legal Department of a telecoms company. We decided she was going to have the baby in the US. I wanted the best care money could buy for my wife and first child. Motun took her maternity leave and shipped off to the States.   

Motun had our first child, Olakitan, in  August 2010. She suffered some complications so she was hospitalized for a while. I was at her side when Kitan was born but due to the complications, she was in the hospital longer then we had expected. I had some urgent meetings scheduled with my foreign Technical Partners back in Lagos, on the assurance of her cousins and my sister that she would be well looked after and with Motun’s blessings, I left for Lagos. Thus began my descent into the deep dark abyss my life has become.

I met her at the meeting with my Technical Partners. I walked into my boardroom and there she was, seated with the team accompanying the Technical Partners. Introductions were conducted. I wasn't interested in meeting others. I just wanted to know who she was. “This is Olawande Olorede, she’s a third year Associate with Coker, Ogunbonajo & Isaac, LP, our Legal Representatives" stated the moderator. The goddess looked at me through khol rimmed eyes and offered a demure smile. Though she was seated, I could tell a lot about her instantly. She was dressed in lawyer-garb; the smart navy blue dress, pearls on her neck and ear lobes, her hair pulled into a pony tail. She had carefully cultivated the appearance of a professional. But simmering underneath all that professionalism was an inner freak I could sense. Her eyes wrote all sorts of cheques I was certain her body would cash. I needed to get to know this girl. I forgot all about Motun, in pain, on a hospital bed. Instead, I spent the three and a half hours meeting trying to appear and sound intelligent while fighting to control my raging erection.

To be continued....