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….

THE ADVENTURES OF A SEXY COLONEL'S WIFE PART1

When we hear the word military, most times what comes to our mind, is that strong rigid fellow who has the ability of fighting as much enemies as possible, trained under severe discipline, and respecter of orders. But the truth lies in the fact that outside these traits they possess lay a softhearted person, who can easily be manipulated by a woman. They stand no chance of discipline when it comes to sex. The whole brigand of armies in the world are controlled in these vain of love for their wives, but most of them just live because of their children and little tolerance. The bitter truth again is the fact that many people don’t know what goes on with spouses of military men, because they aren’t there with us. Months pass by without even a hug, and nobody to talk to. Only when he calls do you have to share the whole experiences of what you are going through with him, and he is always in a hurry. I got some relief in the hands of others, and most times the approaches come from senior military personnel.  But with this confession I’m about to make, you’ll know there is another side to what everybody is seeing.

Colonel Guyu would never rise beyond the position of colonel; either I kill him, or I report and expose him so well, that he is dismissed. The man I once loved has turned me to a different kind of animal, who has lost her conscience on the basis of deceit, hatred, betrayal, frustration, injustice, disrespect name it. This man did everything to me, and I will revenge either now or very soon. 

I am a military wife who has cheated on her husband many times when he was deployed or on a mission. I never saw it coming, as I really pledged my loyalty and faithfulness to my family, but I wasn’t lectured on how it would turn out to be before I got myself fully involved in the marriage. I don’t even worry myself so much about the physical cheating; it’s the distance that erodes the sense it’s the two of us against the world…… that feeling I’m not alone in that concern that kills me most. 

If I have to trace back the events that finally led to our first meeting, it is amazing to discover that our paths crossed many times before we were formally introduced to ourselves. We had grown up in the same state, but different neighborhood. Both parents are elites in the state, thus they were friends. As he told me later on, I was just a small kid then with a pimple like kind of breast, believing in puppy love with mates in school, because I had nothing to flaunt. Being a runner up in the most beautiful girl in Nigeria contest exposed me to the reality of beauty, and the powers that lie in my person. In all of these, I never thought Stephen Guyu would be the man I will end up with at the altar.

I was a chief bride’s in a military wedding. My friend Susan has since run away from her wedding based on extreme infidelity. Susan had been married to Stephen’s colleague. I wasn’t in support of the relationship thus I was actually coerced into playing the chief brides role, but I would do anything for my friend. It was a serene environment with caution from even an onlooker. The best man was Stephen: then he was withdrawn and polite. I loved his discipline and dexterity. He was just different from all the sort of men I’d ever met, and the smartness from his ceremonial wear that day, drew me closer to him. The military is the most illusory people in the world. A man you cannot measure his entirety, even if you live with him for a century. I had started a conversation with him during the unexciting sermon and there was the click. He told me his family name, and we knew the two families had something in common. He later on told me how he had always known me. We exchanged numbers after the occasion and honestly, I slept with my husband the first night we met. He was fun even when he kept quiet. All I wanted was to be with him. I confidently could walk anywhere in Nigeria; you dare not oppress me. If military could kill for themselves, they’ll crucify for a military’s spouse.  I lost consciousness of the real world, and all I could think of was the Mariams the Stellas, the Daisys…. They are authorities in this world, and I would be like them one day I thought. All these reflections had been cut down by the activities that followed.

He proposed to me at an officer’s mess, and all officers stood up in congratulations. He was a 2^nd lieutenant then, and all those senior officers had come back afterward, to have their share of the congratulations they exclaimed that day.  The military is a union bigger than you. Nobody breaks them, they can only break you. You follow rules and regulations, and that was one of those were reasons I thought I had a better leverage than every normal woman out there but it made a mistake. I was getting into a trap. 

Our marriage was greeted by various chiefs in the armed forces, coupled with political associates of my father. I had also started mingling with chiefs and Alhajis also, who wanted a beauty queen to satisfy their sexual egos. They were all present. The newspapers were full of us and everybody wanted to be in those shoes we were stepping into. Until now, they thought it was all well. Our honeymoon was in Johannesburg. We had all the time in the world to ourselves. The hotels we slept will never forget us. He had made me know, he is really a man of steel. In a couple of days he has pumped the military blood inside of me and in a couple of months I was heavy with child.

It was an ideal relationship until his boss was unhappy with a particular performance as he reported and he was transferred from Kaduna to rivers state. That was the beginning of my tedium. The truth is the family can’t just relocate. The assignment seemed a month transfer, but it ended up in seventeen months. He had no permanent residence; they were just fighting the militants. I lost our baby when I slipped off the wet floor and I had to handle these whole issues alone. I was treated in the military hospital. He was allowed to come back for four days and afterwards he returned. I have stayed five months without my husband, in an assignment of two weeks. I missed him exceptionally, I didn’t know what to do, I was bored, I’ve lost all friends and the quarters is not a place everyone is comfortable coming to greet you, thus I started building up new friends. A captain walked to our residence one day, like he was sent to question me on how I was coping with the absence of my husband. I covered up a while but afterwards started pouring out my mind to him. We became close and I told Stephen but he disregarded it and there lies the first other side of the story …….. my security was now in the arms of Captain George

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY

They say there are two sides to a story, but in these cases, you’ll help me ask what the other side of the story is. When we are lost in realities, we know the truth is somewhere we only cannot locate. Some will say, don’t believe in everything you hear or you see; what will you now believe in.

Have you ever noticed “something is up” with him lately, and it’s freaking you out a little to think that it may be another woman?  Maybe he’s suddenly working longer hours than usual…. Or suddenly he doesn’t like to call as much as before again; complaining I really don’t like to call. Or maybe he is mentioning a certain female friend or co-worker a lot more than he used to, and you are worried it’s leading to something more than just friendship. And luckily you catch up with him through many text messages that he is involved with another woman and he tells you there is another side of the story.

What other explanation can there  possibly be for standing outside my girlfriend’s apartment  under the rain, while she and her ex are both inside, doing what only God knows. Her phone kept ringing and I could hear the moaning sound of a bang going on. The stupid car was parked outside and I had to wait for both of them to be through before I saw my girlfriend, wearing a towel to lock her door and she gave him a kiss as the person left the apartment. I forced my way in, just to see two used condoms on the ground and she said there is another side of the story.

This is good. Almost funny …I found the footprints of a man’s foot on the passenger’s side dashboard of my girlfriend’s car. Naturally she was immaculate when it came to her car, but that day there was a supposed other side of the story. I casually asked her, who had been in the car with her lately: she responded “no one” in what was meant to be a very casual voice that was a little high pitched. The seat was too far for me thus I put my hand beside the seat to drag it forward and unimaginably I saw my wife’s panties inside the car. She gave another response to that and the response is there is another side to the story.

It was a trip to Lagos, so Segun my driver was supposed to drop me off at the NNPC towers in central area, Abuja then go pick my wife for her weekend shopping.  The security situation has been used as an excuse, as a bomb went off that morning close to the federal capital. The trip was cancelled after waiting four hours, in an office that doesn’t belong to me. A driver was assigned to go drop me back at home. He didn’t need to drive in thus I walked my way into my house climbing the stairs as easy as I could, in frustration of a waste of time I needed some rest. I opened the door to my room and to my surprise I saw Segun hanging my wife’s legs as he pleased, exposing the labia and plunging in a very hard way. My sight changed the action, as both were surprised I was home and they both stupidly said “I can explain”

These are four different instances of betrayal, deceit, cheating and a stab on the back. We might have many times found ourselves in either situation. Are you telling the other side of the story or they are telling you the other side of the story. Whichever one you have done it’s amazing how we overcome the pains at the end of the day. What leads us to these defining moments in our lives where we need to choose between a spouse or a partner we’ve agreed to in a relationship and someone who hold nothing for us.

 The feelings that drag us into adventurous regrets, and a quest for confusion, leave us only at the mercy of explaining the other side of the story. If you have cheated before or you’ve been cheated on, there is a series you need to follow. It exposes the reasons many cheaters have given and also explains what goes on after being cheated on. Stay connected as I bring to you the gravest confessions, starting tomorrow experience: “THE ADVENTURES OF A SEXY COLONEL’S WIFE”.

Happy new month

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