The Honest Philanderer

Tits 4 Puts

'Loosen up a bit. You are always too uptight for my liking...' Ada said to her husband, Eze.

'Just tell me what happened? It's not like she will get pregnant. Trust me she won't.......'

Ada hissed with a scornful smirk on her face.

'See ehn, get over it. I get it, you had her because you were drunk from excessive booze from the party, its not such a big deal considering the circumstance, but talk about it, apologize and lets get on with our life. Don't sulk, it doesn't suit you. Its fornication, but the deed is done, I am sure heaven will understand. I have forgiven her too and that's the only reason why she is still around. I am trying to get over it, but you have to do so too.... but first we must talk about it. I want to know how it happened, when it happened, how many seconds you went this time....' She smiled scornfully as she continued. 'Did she moan? I want to know if you enjoyed it, just how you felt doing it at the time and please, don't bullshit me, I want to hear an honest experience. I will pour you a glass. You are more fun when alcohol enters your veins. You are a wonderful catch you know.... get a grip of yourself. You never know, I might want you to do it again, yes, but on my terms....'

Ada and Eze have been married for Seven years.

Tall, chocolate, with oblong head, rotund backside, perfection designed hips, dreamy eyes and with average but well-shaped breasts. Her footstep, one of a kind, even when in a hurry, her catwalk was always graceful. Every step is timed and placed with precision. Her choice of high pencil heeled shoe, breathtaking.

They both lived in a sprawling mansion on the Ibeno waterfront remarkably close to Eze's work platform with Exxon. He was a diver with an oil firm. Well paid, good looking, athletic and easy on the eyes. His work kept him away for three to four weeks and he usually spent two weeks home after each work trip. When he got back, he was usually home, always preferred to host his friends in his house than go out and he hardly patronized night life.

Eze was an elder in the Church, a very devout and active financial member and his benevolence to the congregation was unparalleled.

Ada his wife, equally a devout Christian and member of the church choir. Talented songstress. She was loved by the church. Her smile as she sang on Sunday was divinely exquisite. Her melodious rhythm elicited spiritual calm and joy in the holy realm. One could touch the tension when she sang, a sonorous voice.

Ada, the devout sweet wife was a cynosure at church. Every husband wanted his wife to copy her swag and religious mix.

Two years ago, while she was receiving prayer counseling from the senior pastor, her groceries had inadvertently popped when the buttons of her shirt gave way during the heated prayer session. The sight was too much for the pastor to pass off, so he opined that it was a divine sign that he should partake to open her womb, after years of marriage without fruit, it had to be spiritual blockage and the spilling of the beautiful looking groceries confirmed it. He touched them and attempted to fondle but livid Ada cut him short and briskly walked out of the session. The senior pastor was embarrassed and made efforts to make amends and ensure the act was not blown out.

However, his idea of making amends was to make further sex advances laced with biblical quotations for backing and each time Ada got livid but controlled herself well. Worst still, she had received the same pattern of behavior from two pastors from the same Church. All two were close friends to the pastor who had physically assaulted her. She thought of a plan to pay the pastors back without upsetting her husband and moving on to another church.

She waited and watched.

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