her husband, my own lover

Principles… this word is one I love to live by. There are some things that should not be done because of the principles you have. I didn’t know that I would break two of my own principles.


A month ago, I had a new client. Oh, did I mention I was a doctor… a marriage doctor really. I am paid a lot of money to listen to the problems of either a couple or one of the parties. Now, I’m not one of those shrinks you can find at any time. I only take up exclusively rich clients. When I started this shrink business in Lagos, I was amazed as to how many random people wanted to just be heard and to also force them to face the honest truth about themselves.

Now as I was narrating, a month ago I had a new client. Now he was the only one that came into my office. For the first week, he would come in, sit down and not say a word. He paid for an hour every weekday and he would just come in, stare then after the hour was up he would leave.  I tried to get him to talk but after a few days I realized that he would eventually talk when he wanted to. So when he came I played music. I played the kind of music I liked. Then I started to play music he might like. The second week, I played a song from one of my favorite indie musicians called cheers darling by Damien Rice. It’s a break up song, sad song. I had my back to him when he spoke for the first time.

“I like Damien Rice.” I almost dropped my coffee. He spoke. I turned around.

“For a minute there I thought you were a mute.” I smiled. He didn’t smile back. He was quite the sexy man. He always wore a suit, never allowed the suit wear him. He was so fly, so dapper.

“So will you be talking about why you are here anytime soon?” I asked. I needed to know.

“Yes. Tomorrow.” He looked at his watch and he just left.

The next day I was so excited I felt like time was slow. Why was this sexy man always here? What was his problem? How could I fix it? Could I fix it?

Then he walked in. I sat on my doctor’s one sitter while he sat on my sofa. He wasn’t wearing a suit today, just jeans and a t shirt. He looked heavenly, but he was my client… a married client that needed his life restored.

“So, what would you like to talk about today?” I asked him.

“My sex life.” He said it straight faced.

“What about your sex life?”

“It’s not fun anymore. My wife doesn’t always want to have sex… but I want it when I want it. So I cheated on her with my secretary but she caught me.”

“And then what happened?”

“She said she would leave me if I didn’t go to the marriage counselor and my wife leaving me isn’t good for my career, so here I am.”

“Here you are indeed. So why did you cheat on your wife?” I asked him, trying to be as sincere as possible. As much as he was trying to act like he didn’t care, he really did if not he wouldn’t be here.

“I hadn’t had sex in 2 weeks. So I cheated.”

“So does this mean every time you don’t get sex for a span of two weeks you’ll cheat?”

“No. but I was tired of my wife dictating when we could have sex.”

“So your secretary wasn’t in control?”

“No. I was. My wife is always in control. For once I wanted to be in control.”

“So is it the control or the sex that made you cheat?” it was the control. I’m guessing he was not in love with his wife.

“I don’t know yet but I know I’m not here to make my marriage work anymore.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I know, but you don’t.  Also, you look much better when you wear those tight dresses. You look nice in pants but those dresses are much better.”

“And you look better in a suit and the slim tie.”

He got up and walked out of the office. He had about 30 minutes left.

The next day, I wore a dress. Why, I don’t know… actually, I know. He finds me attractive in a dress.

I sat down as I knew it was his turn to come in my skin tight dress that showed my cleavage. It was red. What was I doing?

He came in and he was wearing a grey suit with a beautiful slim black tie. His pocket square was red… how matchy.

“Nice suit.” I said with a smile.

“Nice dress, matches my pocket square.” He didn’t smile. He sat down, crossed his legs and looked at me.

I felt hot… and when I say hot, I mean I felt the heat in a full blasting air conditioned room. I opened my notes.

“We’ll start from where we stopped last time. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes it is.”

“Why are you here now?”

“The first day, I was here because my wife said so. The next day, I was interested.”

“Interested in what?”

“Do you ever offer your clients something to drink?” he asked.

“No. they usually ask.”

“Your marriage must be so perfect it pisses your husband off.”

“I’m not married.”

“A single marriage counselor… how does this work?”

“Most people assume I’m married and they are too busy spilling the details of their drowning marriage to occupy themselves with the thought of my marital status.”

“Well… I have nothing to spill with my marriage.”

“So what do you want to do?” I asked in the most innocent tone…

He got up and he took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves.

“Do you have liquor?” he walked towards my hidden mini bar. I walked towards him and stood next to him.

“Why?”

“I need some so I can use it as a reason to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Always asking questions…” he grabbed me and before I could understand what was going on he took my lips in between his, parting my them with his tongue. I pushed him off me…

“What do you think you are doing?”

He walked towards my patient couch or sofa and sat down.

“Like I said, always asking questions. I’m on this couch, join me.”

“Why?” yes, I’ll join you…

“Because after the first day you are the only reason I come here. So come here. I want to see if your underwear matches your dress.”

The way he made his comments with no expression was the hottest thing ever. He never smiles, he never frowns, and he just always has a straight face… a straight sexy face. I thought for a while. I walked past him straight to the door.

He stood up and picked up his jacket.

“Kicking me out, I guess.”

Then I smiled and locked the door.

He dropped his jacket, walked towards me and kissed me on my frontal lobe. Then he hugged me and as his hands massaged my back my zip came down as well. He pushed the dress off my shoulders and stepped back. Once he did, I shook off the dress a bit and it dropped to the floor. He looked at my bare breasts and then my face.

“You are only wearing panties… no bra. I think my hard on just got harder.”

I smiled.

He sat on the couch and tapped the space next to him. I took off my panties, walked towards him and straddled him instead.

“You don’t get that much control… you have to share control.” I kissed him and he wrapped his arms around me.  He slid them down and he squeezed my ass softly.

I moaned in his mouth and I took my lips to his ears.

“Ah…” he went… that was his spot. I sat up so I could see his face… he was smiling with his eyes closed.

“You didn’t smile at my nakedness but lick his ears and he is grinning from ear to ear.”

“I smile when you are not looking. You just caught me off guard. Do it again.”

I bent with my lips towards his ears again and I went in. he dug his fingers into my back and I was grinding on him so hard I could feel his hard dick rubbing on my pussy. The sensation was great. Then my office phone started ringing. I got up and answered it quickly.

“Let me call you back please.”

Then I hung up. He came to meet me by the table and I sat down. He spread my legs and told me to call the person back.

“What?” I was confused.

“Call them back.”

I called my secretary back.

“Hello, yes you called…” and he sucked on my clit. “Ah!”

“Are you alright?” my secretary asked.

“Yes, yes.” I didn’t know if my yes’ were moans or an answer. I was struggling to make a comment but I couldn’t very well let my secretary know I was getting my entire pussy sucked by my married client.

“The man with you his wife is here.”

“I beg your pardon? His wife.” He slid his fingers into my wet pussy. Oh my! I covered my mouth with my hands before I screamed into the phone.

“She would like to talk to you.”

“Put her… oh… ermmm on the phone.”

“Are you sure you are ok.”

“Yes! Yes… I am” that one came out as a moan. I started to breathe heavy. I needed to scream. He was hitting every sensitive spot my sex had. His tongue swirled around my clit then he took it into his mouth in another suction. His wife starts talking to me, my mind was on fire.

“Hello madam, oh yes, oh yes… sure. You can come in, ok. Please… ah well… ermmm can I have a minute? Ok.” I covered every moan up with my words.

I dropped the phone and I held his head with both hands, his fingers driving into me and his tongue working my clit. My vibrations could have brought down the building. I held the edge of the tables and I released cum on his fingers. He took out his fingers and put his mouth in my pussy and swallowed my cum.

I fell on my desk.

“I believe my wife is here? Get dressed babe… we still have a session tomorrow.”

He was still proper and he sat down and crossed his legs. That hid his hard on. I gathered myself with the little strength I had, wore my clothes and I called my secretary to let her in.

I sat down like nothing happened and he looked at me and smiled.

When they left I canceled all my appointments for the next day and left one appointment from noon till closing time. I can’t believe I’m going to fuck one of this country’s most popular actors and get away with it but they all knew the actor, I believe I know the man behind the mask…



Part 2
It had been two weeks since that day. I see him every day but he comes with his wife. For two weeks, I have been wearing the tightest dresses I could find but he ends up coming with his wife… the anger. He never really spoke in the sessions we had but his wife was a talker. Sometimes my eyes strayed to him and he was looking right at me, crossed legs and hand on his chin but his eyes were tearing my soul. Every night I went home to my rabbit vibrator and I screamed his name as I came. Sometimes I wouldn’t  wait till I got home, immediately he left I would go into my bathroom or just spread my legs on the chair, take my fingers to my clit and rub on it like there was no tomorrow.


I was tired and I needed to stop thinking of a married man. Then I got the most dreaded phone call ever, they were not coming back for anymore sessions… everything was better. Wow… so what happens to me… nothing…?

I got home that night very angry, upset and I kept wondering why I felt so bitter. We were both lusting after one another. This had nothing to do with emotions and he was married. He came to me to fix his marriage and I seemed to have done that so shouldn’t I be happy…

I went up to my room, took off my clothes and open the door to the bathroom.

I saw candles everywhere and rose petals… what was going on?

“You like?”

I turned around and I saw him, standing there, in a suit with the tie I loved so much.

“How did you…” I was short of words.

“Get into your house or find out where you live? Firstly you need to fire your cleaning lady; she would give your key to any man who can convince her that he is your man. And I know people who know people; that’s how I found your house.”

Ok, I was going to give my cleaning lady a stern warning but I wouldn’t fire her… when she had just done me a great favor.

“How about I bathe you and then we can do whatever you want. I’ve kept you waiting for too long.”

I couldn’t say anything, I just nodded my head. I turned around and the bath was filled with water. As I was about to walk into it, he lifted me off my feet and placed me in the bath like a baby… this dude had been acting in too many movies because I wasn’t sure he watched it.

His sleeves got drenched in water. He took off the jacket and placed it on the floor. He folded his sleeves, took my sponged and started to scrub all over my body. I had never felt so taken care off in my life. He rinsed me off and when he got in between my legs he whispered “relax” into my ear and he gently cleaned my pussy. He touched my clit slowly and I threw my head back and moaned lightly, then he slipped his fingers into my pussy and I opened wider.

He stopped touching me and he got a towel. He reached out for me and I got up and wrapped myself around him while he was holding the towel. He lifted me up again and gently laid me on the bed. He used the towel to wipe the remaining wetness around my body but I knew the wetness in my pussy could never be wiped tonight because it was bound to increase.

I looked at him and he was looking right into my eyes. I felt my whole body shiver and I knew it wasn’t the AC.

He threw the towel to the side with his eyes still on my face and he asked my quietly, with sexiness to it: “what would you want me to do now?”

I didn’t know if I could talk yet but I knew I needed to.

“Take off your clothes slowly.” I said in a whisper.

He moved back a few steps and he took off his shoes and socks. Then he removed his belt, his shirt, then his trousers, then as he removed his boxers his dick popped out of them, solid rock hard… so beautiful and well over average.

He put his clothes aside and before me was a god. He was so good-looking it hurt.

I sat up at the edge of the bed.

“Come” I said to him. He walked towards me. “Kiss me.”

He bent his head till his lips were on mine and he gave me the most passionate kiss ever. His tongue moved around my mouth and we had tongue war. Then he went back to his standing position. I stood up and we continued the kiss. I took his ears into my mouth and he let out a soft moan… that was his spot I remember. I wanted to catch him smiling. I stopped to look at his face and there it was… the smile that only my mind saw often.

“He smiles.”

“Only for you love.”

I kissed his neck down to his chest. I took both nipples in my mouth one at a time and he sucked in his breath again. Everything about this man seemed to be sensitive yet he had a hard exterior. I kissed down to his navel and then I knelt down in front of him. I held his dick like it was gold and then I licked the cap.

“Please don’t tease me. I’ve had this hard on for two weeks.” He held my head.

Ok, then… no teasing…

I took all of him in my mouth, deep throat style. He moaned out loud this time. I kept sucking and taking him into my throat. He loved that part… I massaged his balls as I sucked on his dick and then I took his balls in my mouth while I gave his Chad (you know, the space between his ass hole and balls) a soft massage with my knuckles and I was giving him a hand job with the other hand.

He held my head and next he begged: “please stop, I’ll cum on your face.”

So I stopped because I wanted his dick to cum via my pussy. I wanted his mouth on my clit like the last time but before I could say a word he lifted me up and threw me on the bed. He laid on me and took my nipple in his mouth and his fingers dived straight into my pussy. I moaned really loud… oh those fingers could work a squirt out of me. He was biting on my nipple and then he gave it suction while his other hands massaged my other breast. He kissed from my nipple to my neck, then to my lips again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, he was amazing.

He kissed his way down to my navel. He took his hands out of my pussy and started kissing down to my sex… then he skipped it and went to my knees. He kissed the back of my knees, then he started kissing my thighs one after the other.

“Please…”

And with that his lips just sucked my clit into his mouth while his tongue went sideways then up and down. I was nearly in tears. How could anyone be so good at giving pleasure? He put his magic fingers in my pussy again and I was gone. How was his dick going to feel if his fingers were this great…? I was already about to cum. My legs were shaking, I was vibrating all over and before I knew it his fingers and mouth brought the squirt out of me.

He stopped all he was doing turned me around and his dick went into my pussy from behind. I laid down flat on the bed while he suspended himself with his hands. He swayed his hips up and down so his dick went in and out of me. I held the sheets as he hit the very spot of my whole sensuality. He increased the tempo and my screams took a higher pitch… was I cuming again? Yes I was. I screamed and all came splashing out again.

He got off the bed, flung me around, pulled me till my ass was at the edge of the bed, lifted my legs up to his shoulder and slid his dick into my wet pussy again. He didn’t go slow, this time he was fast. He kept slapping into me with no remorse. He hit every spot again and again. I took my hands to my clit as I rubbed it while pinched both nipples as he let his waist, hips and legs do the work. I started to scream again, another orgasm. I started to beg for more… I needed faster and he gave me what I asked for. Another vibration came over me, I held the sheets tight and bit my lip so hard and with one more thrust a release washed over me again.

I started to breathe heavy, I looked at his dick… still rock solid… was there alomo in the system because we had been at this for a while. He needed to be fucked.

I pulled him to the bed and pushed him on his back. His knees were bent in so his feet rested on the bed. I knelt around him so one leg was in between his and my other leg was by his waist… more or less a seated scissors. I lowered myself to his dick and I used his leg as support. I moved up and down slowly and then when I got down I gave a slow whine on his dick. He hissed at me and slapped my ass after each whine, and then I sped up the tempo. Up and down, I wanted to fuck him but his dick had a way of making me submit. I was the one moaning out loud again. He was moaning loud too, he was getting there too. I kept moving more, faster and faster.

Then he pushed me off him, slammed me on my back and pushed himself into my spread limbs. I wrapped my legs around him and my arms around his back. I was cuming and his breathing and moaning got louder. I dug my fingers into his back and he bit into my neck. I screamed and he let go and let out a scream too and we both came at the same time. This was the loudest he had ever been. His dick twitched in my pussy and he just laid on me. I was good with that. This had been the best night of my life.

I woke up in the morning and he was gone. There was a note on my bed and it read: “I’m done with my shoot at 7pm. I’m sending someone over to yours to make us dinner. Hope you’ve got sexy lingerie. PS. I’m smiling and looking at you sleep as I write this note.”

I smiled but something hit me. I was sleeping with another woman’s man. That was bad so I thought to myself how I would feel if I were in her shoes. I would be so hurt. So I knew what I had to do, I had to stop seeing him.

I got up, looked inside my underwear closet and saw my red lingerie… he would love that, wouldn’t he?

It was 7:05pm. Dinner was cooked and our chef was gone. Everything was laid out on the table. He opened the door and there I was with my red lingerie which included stockings and garters. I wore black patent leather pumps and leaned on the wall.

“Welcome back.” I said in the sexiest voice I could mutter.

He smiled so bright, he threw me off for a minute.

“Dinner is ready.”

He shut the door… “Love, dinner can wait…” he grabbed me by my waist…

great feeling

Been seeing some great examples lately of people sticking to their guns, focusing on the task at hand, and really prospering. Great feeling.

early morning quote

 Every day is a celebration. If you wake up alive tomorrow, be thankful. Many people don't wake up. Love the life you live and live it up.

life ain't no rehearsal,the camera is always rolling

In my life, I've lived, I've loved, I've lost, I've missed, I've hurt, I've trusted, I've made mistakes, but most of all, I've learned."

THE IMAGIST

am a bottomless well filled with air.
I am the lone white rose in the red.
I am your blanket on wintry nights.
I am that laughter that wets your eyes.
I am the hate that poisoned the heart.
I am the hand that wrote till my soul bled dry.

I am the story you will call your life.
I am the lover you will call your wife.
I am the history you're yet to make.
I am the bridge between love and hate.
I am the understanding that needs no language.
I am the rain that falls upward and have no trace of end.

I am he that loved you most on the day you couldn't love yourself.
I am he that gave you air on the day you couldn't catch your breathe.
I am the song that sang and taught music a lesson or two.
I am the beginning of a tale that ends with nothingness.
I am the thoughts that often seek freedom in words that bleed.
I am the tears that drops in ocean, the day you find it is the day i stop missing.

I am the illusion of reality. The reality of dreams.
I am the feelings that change. The people that leave.
I am the hope in your misery. The hurt in your vein.
I am the lines across your head. The story of your worries.
I am a song of rain and lonely nights. A song of pain and few respites.


Without me, everything feels like nothing. cos i found strength waiting for you in the place you were broken.

I AM HALF A PERSON. I AM HALF A STRANGER. I AM A WRITER WITHOUT PEN. I AM THE IMAGIST. THE LOVER OF EVERYTHING.

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when a woman loves a man

When woman loves a man
She really sees her children in him and loves them already
Because they are his
Beloved branches.

When a woman loves a man
Theres nothing she wouldnt do for him
Things she would never do for anybody
Not even for her own parents.

When a woman loves a man
She builds for him a new world
Her world with him
A nest of their own to protect their love
And their loving fruits..

When a woman loves a man
She prays for him every night
She cherishes his every gesture and world
Making in her heart an Altar
Just for him
To bring him closer to God

When a woman loves a man
She would protect him with her body
She would protect him with her pride
With all her feminine,lioness instincts

When a woman loves her man
She would go to jail for him
She would lie for him,kill for
Even would give away her body to save his life
Hers would not matterwithout him
Theres nothing she would not do for him
Even humiliate herself to spare him for this.
Still,if he betrays her love
She will turn in the WORST enemy he ever had.........