THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE, FUCKING MY WIFE WITH HER BEAUTIFUL FRIEND.

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MADAM MARTHA AND MRS. OKONTA MY FAVOURITE MARRIED WOMEN

PRELUDE It was June 1991 and I was standing in the backroom of ‘Martha’s Eatery’ with my pants and underwear down around my ankles. Kneeling before me with my cock in her mouth was Mrs. Obi the owner of the place. Madam Martha, as she preferred to be called, was giving me one of her first class blowjobs and it was great. My hands were in her curly long black hair holding her head gently as it bobbed up and down on my rigid cock. She fondled my tight ball sac and with her fingernail she lightly scraped my perineum. Madam Martha was the queen of blow jobs and she loved sucking on young vibrant cocks.

I was home on leave after a two year tour in Italy. I had joined the Nigerian Navy right out of secondary school in 1989 and my first duty station after boot camp and infantry training was Naples, Italy. I decided to take a short ten day leave before reporting to Camp. ‘Martha’s Eatery’ was a few blocks from my parent's house in a small mall with other local businesses. I had heard from some of the guys who ate at ‘Martha’s Eatery’ that Madam Martha was taking young guys in the back room and sucking their cocks. So one night I hung around to closing and she invited me into the backroom.

CHIOMA AND GRACE’S CHRISTMAS DELIGHT .

He wasn't sure when his feelings for Chioma had changed, but changed they had. His very anger at his best friend's flirtatious manner with her proved it. Nedu was just being Nedu, Akpan reminded himself.

He first saw Chioma at achievers primary school, Umuahia . She had dropped her books and some older boys were teasing her. She was about the age of his sister, so Akpan had stepped in and helped the little chioma and told the boys to get lost. That was the day their relationship began; the day he became her protector. He was an primary 6 school prefect, playing football and basketball. It was her first day at this new and scary school. She was very fair in complexion, her coppery-red, curly hair cascaded around her head to fall nearly to her shoulders. She was a skinny little thing—cute in a baby way—with a few freckles across her nose. Her mum was British who came down to Nigeria and found the ‘love of her life.’

A few days later Akpan's parents introduced themselves to the new family on the block and Akpan spotted Chioma, that same little red-headed girl from school, peeking at him from behind her mother. After that, Akpan and Chioma saw a lot of one another, especially since she became his sister's best friend. Living right next door, their parents became friends, too. There were pool parties, birthdays and church gatherings. And, of course, school functions. Their friendship had ups and downs over the years.

FUN WITH NNAMDI MY FORMER TEACHER

Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan forward over her eyes, even though it did no good. She peered down the street through the raindrops on her glasses. Where are these ‘KEKE’ (commercial tricycles)? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight.

‘Wahala’. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket change, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Ifeoma could barely make out a male driver, no passengers, non-descript blue Honda EOD ...oh, not good, not good at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and began walking away, quickly.

"Hey!" the driver called. Ifeoma ignored him, walking even faster down the empty street. The car followed her, slowly. "Hey wait -- Ifeoma!" She stopped in her tracks and spun around. "It's me, corper Nnamdi Amadi."

Still keeping a wary distance, she squinted into the dark interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her English in SS3. "Mr. Amadi?"

He laughed, "It's been -- what? five years since you graduated? I think you can call me Nnamdi now." He leaned over to open the passenger door. "Sheesh, girl, it's pouring -- hop in!"

AMINA CHEATS ON HER HUSBAND ON HER FIRST TIME OUT WITH HER GIRLFRIENDS

"How did I get myself into this?" Amina thought to herself. She hardly notices the puff of smoke that billows from her mouth as she exhales the cigarette smoke before it disappears through the driver's side window of her husband's car (habit learnt from growing up in Russia). She does however notice the first light breaking over the mountain as she turns left, heading in an easterly direction towards her home. She takes another draw from her cigarette as she nervously glances at the clock on the dashboard that indicates that it is 02:35.

"Oh, God, I hope Ahmed will be asleep when I get home!"

She doesn't know how she will explain herself if Ahmed her husband of 18 months, was awake when she got home. What was intended to be an innocent night with Amina having a few drinks with Fatima, her sister in law and a few friends, got out of control and lead to her returning home at this hour.