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THE ADVENTURES OF A SEXY COLONEL'S WIFE PART 5

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIDEL CASTRO ..

To any woman who suspects her husband of cheating, I implore you - for your peace of mind, for your physical health, for your mental and emotional well-being, and for the future, financial well-being of yourself and your children too, find out if what you suspect is true. Don't speculate - investigate! I think that was the mistake I made. I followed what I heard from Mrs. Aduko which was wrong. The picture of Chloe and my husband stuck to my brain for a while but with the presence of Johnson I believed they couldn’t do anything again. 

I stopped all interactions that could spring between Stephen and Chloe, and I made Johnson so comfortable. I didn’t intend cheating on Stephen with Johnson, but I intend using Johnson to block their communication and help me find out things on time. Now was my time to fight. I have kept quiet enough, and a reply to those women and girls is a call right now.

I had a disturbed night because of the baby, thus the dawn was my night. Stephen woke me up that he was going to work. Gave me a kiss and left. I jumped off my bed and to my greatest surprise as I walked into the sitting room, I saw my sister on her knees, talking to my husband. I hid myself so well behind the curtains but in all concentrations I picked “please don’t let my sister know and I swear I will not tell her also”. Stephen acted like a  man not attracted to her, as he told her; that’s the last time I want to see you there or hear you even talk to him. I didn’t know what to do. Should I burst into their conversation or go back… one thought prevailed over the others, I walked back into my room in assurance they cannot do anything again and with these scene of apology I saw, it means something is over.

It took a while for Chloe to come to the room. She said we needed to talk. I sat up on the bed in attentiveness; I need to pay attention to what she has to say. She started by saying she had done something erroneous within the quarters, and she is not happy about it. She said one particular day, when I was not around, Lt. Aduko came to the house to call Stephen for them to go hang out at the officer’s mess, but Stephen was not at home. He said he was going to wait for him, thus she opened the front door for him. 

Chloe: He started talking to me and we played a little with no objective. He drew closer to me with styles, and at a particular point he held me close to himself, and started kissing me. (Chloe started crying as she was saying this). He further pushed his hands into me, as all attempts to stop him weren’t possible. I was scared of him and he was also stronger. I still pushed until he stopped and he started apologizing. I told him to just leave, but he told me he wouldn’t leave. After apologizing for a while, he invited me to follow him to the officer’s mess. I didn’t agree to at first but with some persuasion that I‘ve forgiven, I accepted. He bought a drink for me as we sat at one dark corner, subconsciously I got drunk and he helped me back home.

 She starting crying again, and this time…… I held her close to myself. I knew the story at this time. Mrs Aduko had mistook her husband for mine, and I need apologize to her I guess.

 She wiped her tears and continued the story,

 Chloe: so after we finished doing everything in the sitting room, he was leaving when uncle came in. I had run into the room to hide and pretend I was asleep. I prayed he didn’t tell uncle what had happened to between us. They entered again to drink and uncle came to my room to check if I was asleep. I greeted him from the bathroom and told him his friend just left. I couldn’t sleep; I was just on my bed thinking in intoxication. It was after a while I heard a moaning sound in the other room and walking to the door the noise increased. It was the sound of a sexual intercourse and as I opened to observe, I saw uncle on a girl. A small girl for that matter; I wanted to talk but, his shout gave a reproach I can never forget. The next morning started with him apologizing to me, but sincerely he had not done anything since then. I kept this a secret since, but I can’t keep it again. 

 We held ourselves and I felt the bond in family again. I told her Mrs. Aduko knows about it but she thinks you were having sex with Stephen so let’s keep this within us. I need to confront my husband, but where did I know about this. I can’t be sleeping on the same matrimonial bed that had been shared. I needed that bed to be changed that day, but this man cannot go on like this   and I can’t start doing the same to calm him down. Before he came back our mattress was outside the building. I was in the sitting room complaining of backache. I told him I needed to see a doctor and told the doctor the mattress is too soft, thus it’s causing a backache. He advised we should get an orthopedic mattress which we did immediately. Before we slept I called Stephen and told him a dream I had……. He knew something was wrong. Either someone has confessed to me or I was a witch. Whichever way I didn’t mention names and didn’t react like it has happened. It was just a dream. It sent chills round his body when I told him in my dreams it all ended at his burial with twenty one shots in the air by the army. Then I knew the only way out was with spiritual leverage

THE ADVENTURES OF A SEXY COLONEL'S WIFE PART 4

happy birthday Ifeh Somi 

Now that our existence lies in deceit nothing was real again. I thought of a divorce but that is impossible with a child inside of me. I wept at the fact that my husband had another child outside, thus the thought of eliminating the child came to my mind. I can’t assume a woman exist outside our family; who has a right in the family. I couldn’t sleep for days, and in all thoughts I sought some people’s advice. Mingo was first on my list, and he said I should leave whoever the woman is. The best he would do for me is to facilitate the promotion of my husband, and redeployment to another station, that when he becomes a senior officer, he cannot expose his external affairs. He advised that I shouldn’t do anything like locating the woman and her child. I felt some relief from him when he said we should stop having sex.

It was two weeks after seeing him that my husband was made a full lieutenant. He had assisted in the promotion. He advised him to move out of the quarters, and he helped Stephen with accommodation from the office. We were now far from the faces I knew. I have lost my confidants.  Enugu was a different place, and we are starting a new life: new friends, new environment and a new way of living. Every army wife in our new quarters behaves like a slave to their husband. The respect is just too much. Ibo language was a regular here, and I couldn’t mix, until I met Mrs. Aduko. Stephen started late nights again, drunkenness and sometimes he just tells me he is on intelligence survey all night. It was frustrating and annoying. Aduko’s husband is Stephen’s friend. I like Mrs Aduko because of her level of exposure. I thought I was suffering until she told her own story. If her story was true I was in paradise. Her husband is one of the most handsome military officers I’ve ever seen. But he has a problem; he can sleep with a she goat. I felt promiscuity was popular where we were coming from, in Enugu it was a thing of pride. Sex is so common here; it’s like a handshake. There was nobody one could report to, because everybody was as interested as your husband. 

 

happy birthday Olumide Fash

My friend advised me to bring in my sister to help since ASUU was on strike. The house work was now getting tedious, and taking care of my husband was becoming too much of a task. Chloe came to stay with us, and suddenly Stephen changed. He had always had respect for family I knew, but this was extreme. He watches seven pm news at home and plays with everyone. I started enjoying my family and I prayed hard to God for this peace to be sustained. I was six months pregnancy when the surprise came. Stephen had gotten a visa for me to go for delivery in USA. Although it was a military facility but it was better than Nigeria. I could not express my love than in tears. The presence of Chloe had brought joy to my marriage and I owe her everything.

Stephen and I had many discussions before I departed. He had insisted Chloe should stay to help with the house works and that he can’t just stay at home alone. My mum allowed it also thus I permitted it. I never knew I was introducing my husband to the height of his temptations. Keeping a rat in a cat’s custody is foolishness, and that was what I was about experiencing.  I didn’t know about their affair till I came back. I had discovered the respect my sister had for my husband had reduced. She can tell a full lieutenant to get water for her and he would go. Mrs Aduko had been waiting for me to tell me the whole story. She kept late nights in prayers, thus she was awake when it started. 

Mrs Aduko: I had gone to buy suya one evening with my son and I suddenly saw your husband and your sister at the dark place behind the officer’s mess. She was acting a little intoxicated. I wanted to greet them and show concern but it seems oga was at the top of the game. I bought the small suya and I proceeded home. My novena prayers are from ten pm till twelve. I have just finished saying my prayers when I heard a noise coming from your quarters. I opened the curtains in our flat to peep; lo and behold it was a glaring sight in your sitting room as your husband and sister were doing what husband and wife were doing. She had put oga’s thing in her mouth and the response from oga was what called my attention.

She continued by explaining the positions but I wasn’t interested any longer. I was now too angry to cope with the so called man I got involved with. I felt like inviting families at this time, but I knew I also had an affair with George, and I can’t stand facing family members in confessions, so I told Chloe to leave my house and go back home. She tried to explain she could help but I insisted and immediately he left I invited Johnson. Johnson is Stephen’s cousin and also a model….. He had just finished university and he is waiting for national service. He was happy coming to our place and all I needed him for was to create the other side of the story. Two weeks after Johnson came, I invited Chloe to come back, and the conflict that arose brought out the reality in all our lives.  

THE ADVENTURES OF A SEXY COLONEL'S WIFE PART 3

In a short while I was escorted back to our apartment. I didn’t want to think about it, neither was I interested in saying a word about it. My world has crumbled in the hands of the man I’m supposed to love. George tried to bring it up with me in explanations of mistake around Stephen; but in all sincerity my mind was made up. The result of that insincerity and infidelity is what we are all still greeting today. 

What else can a man want in a woman that I don’t have?  In my possession of beauty I was a runner up in a pageant: I’m tall with long legs, eloquent in communications, built in home training, I complement any man interested in a getting a better future, but I’ve been relegated to the least of beast. At this point I knew how scattered men are. My husband didn’t talk about this at all. We continued living in the same house like it was normal. The hatred was building up to anger, and the thought of killing him increased. He suddenly started the ego of almost all military men: the unbreakable, the indestructible, and the specie with the highest resilience who can step on anybody’s injury, without an apology. I knew he would suffer for this. 

I have a second wife who lives in a village in rivers state; who hasn’t finished secondary school, who is more interested in being a second wife than a first wife, and one day the child she has, would come and inherit what my husband and I are jointly building. These thoughts are condemning, and the more I dwelt in them, the more the fury. I registered to do a computer course. The program center was in the city, thus I had something to take me out of the house every day. I needed space to get relief from the ordeal I just suffered.  I wasn’t going there to learn.

My breakthrough came the day I saw Major General Mingo. He had attended our wedding, and he was interested in our welfare, but I suspected him the way he always looks at my body. He was close to the gate of the barracks as I was driving out. I stopped to greet him and a thought came to my mind. I told him I needed to see him and explains some things I was going through. To my surprise he became so interested. I narrated the whole ordeal I and my husband suffered, and how my husband has not even called me to talk about this till date. 

We are living like it’s an ordinary issue we dealing with, and sir lately it seems I’m no longer attracted to him. He doesn't even touch me, nor talk to me like I was the one that did wrong. General Mingo was dismayed, and said he would talk to him. I said no, my husband mustn’t know I have reported him. He said the pains might be too much for me to bear, and that he believes if my husband isn’t around, that space might give me some room to heal up the pains of what he had done wrong. Next week he was to be deployed for another mission: this time it was outside the country and at that point I got my relief. 

His departure wasn’t a grief at all. I wasn’t moved like expected. I didn’t even escort him to their departure point. George was also part of this trip, and that was more touching than my husband leaving. I couldn’t show it though, thus I resorted to fate. General Mingo was now my new accomplice. He was always checking on me. Asking how I was stabilizing and advices rolled in on a regular. He broke the silence of his intentions the day he told me about the affair I had with George, and he left me in shock. I didn’t deny it, because he said all actions as if he was following us. He said he was going to keep it as a secret as long as I satisfied his sexual desires. The blames was now becoming my own in an adventure I never anticipated. I couldn’t withstand him in thoughts; so I gave in. The affair was a wonderful one. He reached orgasm at the quickest time possible. He was subtle in touches and he lavished all resources on me.  

The whole escapade went on for six months before Stephen came back. I missed him a lot this time and I was happy he was back.

He probably had no woman to enjoy in Sudan; he put all energies in me when he came back, and three weeks after his arrival, I was sperm full. It started with some irritations and later a little nausea. It was at the military hospital that the confirmation was made to me that I was pregnant, and my joy was revived again. It was time to address the Margaret issue, thus Stephen started the explanation. They were in a safety camp with the refugees and Margaret was so close to him. After a successful raid one day, he had taken so much alcohol, and in all drunkenness he had sex with her. The result of the sex is the pregnancy I heard about. I didn’t want to do it baby, he begged like he was serious, and the affection we had when we were about getting married arose in me again. He told me about myself and George; that he had also kept quiet like he was not aware. The knowledge of you and George made me feel no regret about Margaret. I was supposed to be at your mercy he said, but with your affair that was public to the whole barracks, I felt betrayed also, he said. I apologized also and in our tears, holding ourselves we plugged to each other again, and it was sex all the way.

We fagged ourselves out and in all truthfulness he said: Margaret died at child birth and the child died also. I didn’t know if I had to be happy, but my facial expression was sympathy. Inside I was happy but the fear I was carrying general’s child and not Stephen was the only fear. Should I tell him the truth about General Mingo or keep it as a secret was the next point……. It took four months for the next revelations to be unraveled and it was a passport I saw in his wallet. Margaret was alive and the baby girl looked like his father.

THE ADVENTURES OF A SEXY COLONEL'S WIFE PART 2

His approach was heavenly, and it takes only a person with a motive to understand his strategy. He helped in all aspects, comforted and supported in building up trust so well. It wasn’t easy living in an environment that abruptly became a haven of boredom. I was opportuned to talk to my husband before long, and I mentioned the kindness, he skipped the response, and his silence meant consent to me. George told me the rights of a full military wife. How your husband is not allowed to beat you, and if a military officer should sleep with another officer’s wife, it’s punishable by life imprisonment. I built my day around him, cooked for him, and looked forward to when he would come. We became so close and it progressed into personal discussion. Our discussion ranged from sex with my husband to my ex. He knew practically everything about my childhood, and he also in return had a gist per day. We laughed and played, and I wore his cap, and practiced some parade at home. He was so subtle in dealing with me. Pecks are regular occurrences, but I didn’t know my entirety was getting attached to him. I was about to undergo an unbelievable experience, and only providence could judge it.

I seldom go out, thus every outing counts. It was a Saturday and it was raining. We were in the house together in a weather for two. He had started the whole sexual talks. I participated so well in it, as if I was acting out maturity. He had promised we were going out that evening, so everything was funny. George was lying down on the couch in the sitting room, while I was in the kitchen. We were talking through the open kitchen doors, I was doing the dishes; “not from usage though but non usage” I suddenly felt someone’s arm going round me, and surprisingly I couldn’t react negatively. I was succumbing to what he was doing. Until that point, I didn’t know I needed it that much. The masculine touch has been wonderful. I lost control of my body into the arms of another man. I thought of my husband immediately, but in all truth, there was nothing I could do to help him.

I turned to George, to see the reality in which I was getting involved with. He held me close for a start, and I could feel him hard down there. I longed for this but with my husband. Here I am having an option; he removed my top to expose my joggling breast, and slowly made his lips like that of a piper for the juice reservoir.  It started in the kitchen and ended in the bathroom. I felt ashamed afterwards. I have broken the covenant I made with my husband. I started crying and he came to pet me. His touch was a call for more which I couldn’t reject again. And thus we continued the sex. That was the genesis of the secret affair. 

The next few days saw George telling me about all about the military. He gave me stories on survival in another man’s land. He said whenever you conquer the rebels in any society; you look like gods to them and they offer you whatever you desire. He had slept with a mother and daughter once, when he went for peace keeping. All these started creating a picture of my husband enjoying what he is denying me. I was bitter with him. He also told me I should make sure my husband is tested well for STD when he comes, else he could infect me. I suddenly started feeling a kind of rejection for him. At this point I didn’t miss him again. 

George is a breast freak. I don’t wear bras when I’m with him. He bought for me a wrist watch, and started acting like we were in love. The affection was growing and I started having feelings for him also. We ate dinner together most times, and whenever his wife comes around I feel cheated on. Presently I feel I’ve enjoyed sex more with George, than my husband.

It was two days to their return, and the atmosphere had been tense. George had thought me how to rearrange myself, and that my countenance towards him should be cheery, but with no affection. I couldn’t do what he said, but I knew I would do something. They were all locked out for four days after they came, to check for diseases they might have brought back with them.  At last he was around. I made his favourite dish for him, and we talked all through the night. He wasn’t tired or fagged out as I expected, and I suspected he really went for a mission.  The next point of suspicion came when there was no urge for sex. I knew my husband. He doesn't joke with that. It means what George said was correct. Hatred was setting in, but I had to conceal my own activities also, thus I climbed on him like a horny fool, and banged the WAR out of him. He responded a little, but I didn’t feel him like George.

Its three months now and we are stable. George was practically no more. He became interested in my husband and was doing everything to help him. Whatever he wants I tell George, but he doesn't know how things play. My husband had gone to play tennis with his friends; it was a normal Saturday routine. The dispatch rider had come with two envelopes for my husband. We’ve opened letters together in the past, thus I can read the good news and report it to him when he comes back. The letter headed papers makes me know if its official, but this was on a plain sheet, and the first paragraph made me know I was in a mess.

Dear Stephen,

I want to use this opportunity to thank you again and again for what you did for me and my family. My mum can walk well well now. The bullet has been finally removed from my brothers back and I de expect our baby in less than two weeks now. I don’t pray for problem in our community again but I am wanting you to come all the time. Don’t stay away for long please and the money you give us for the belle has finished. I have only one thousand remain. You can send money to Tonye. How is my senior wife, greet her for me; very soon we will know ourselves. Thank you again and God go de bless you in everything you do.

Your second wife

Margaret.   

I woke and saw I was in the hospital, beside me were Stephen and George. I’m surrounded with hatred and love. I tried to sit up but they put me back on the bed. I smiled at both of them and swore in my mind: I must create another side of this story….