COSTLY BLUNDER
Funke majestically walked into the
kitchen leaving her bluish mini-gown unzipped, thereby showcasing the clasp of
her pink bra. The rare dress pattern was not unconnected with the fact that the
atmosphere was beclouded with intense heat, thus her prime motive was to fully
welcome the cool breeze that was supposed to filter in since there wasn’t
electricity to power the fans.
Besides,
the maiden was all alone in the duplex, if not Musa – the gateman – who was no
doubt invariably very mindful of his duty post; hence, she could express every
kind of freedom to the letter. It was about 3:15pm, so her brother-in-law,
Kunle was yet to return from office. And her beloved elder sister, Kemi who was
happily married to the said dude, was still very busy in her supermarket –
located about a few kilometers away from the house – where she traded on all
sorts of cosmetics and provisions.
The successful 35-year-old Kunle tied
the connubial knot with Kemi – who was barely a few months younger – four years
back but the blissful marriage was yet to be blessed with an offspring,
although she had once experienced a stillbirth. Despite the provocations, the
two parties had ab initio been living joyfully as an indivisible couple.
It would interest you to note that the
latter had already become successful in her trading venture prior to the
‘eternal’ union. In fact, she was actually the one who assisted the lad to
secure a job in a multi-national telecom firm immediately after their marriage
with the help of her contacts. Nonetheless, she had remained thoroughly
submissive and loving ever since the odyssey kicked off about forty-eight months
back. It appeared her love for the union superseded that of her hubby, though
they both loved and cherished each other to the peak.
Their
togetherness was occasioned by one certain day when Kunle who was still a
bachelor, walked into her supermarket to purchase some goods. On sighting the
young man, she became so attracted to him unannounced. Thereof, she offered him
her complimentary card and enjoined him to call her number later in the day.
Consequently, they became friends; two months on, the friendship abruptly
metamorphosed to an intimate date; eight months down the line, they were graciously
joined together as a couple towards loving each other till death do them part
as was rightly proclaimed by the Anglican priest who presided over the wedding
ceremony.
The
23-year-old Funke who was the last child of her parents, had come to visit the
couple over her semester break. She was a third-year student of one of the
universities situated in the city of Lagos where the couple equally resided,
thus had upon request thought it wise to spend the three-week holiday with the
lovely union. That fateful day being Friday when she had every needed freedom
to express herself dress-wise was exactly the fifth day of her stay.
She had as usual entered the kitchen
to make dinner for the family prior to the couple’s arrival. She left the sister’s
shop a few minutes ago for the assignment. And she was to prepare coconut rice
as was instructed by Kemi. She diligently went for all the stuffs needed to get
the proposed dish done, lit up the gas-cooker and began to parboil the raw
rice. She walked back to the sink and started making other preparations.
In
the process, Kunle stepped into the house, precisely the sitting room which was
about three metres apart from the kitchen; the entrance to the lounge wasn’t
locked, so he needn’t any assistance towards finding his way. Funke never heard
any noise as he entered, neither did she hear the sound of his car when he
drove into the house’s premises the moment the gates were let open by Musa;
this implied that she never saw a bit of him coming.
On
perceiving a sweet aroma as soon as he stepped in, he needn’t be told that
someone was busy in the kitchen preparing some delicacies. And, it must be
Funke since there was no how his Kemi could be home at that time of the day; it
was almost 4:00pm but Kemi usually returned at least at five O’clock on a daily
basis.
He quickly dropped his white briefcase
coupled with the black suit jacket which was hung on his arm, on one of the
upholstery chairs in the lounge and walked towards the kitchen to see things
for himself. Till this point, Funke was yet to realize that the human
population in the house had outrightly increased to two, thus she remained
undistracted in her duties as she faced the sink squarely.
The
moment he graced the kitchen’s entrance, rather than being further enticed by
the titillating scent emanating from her fries, he was trapped by her seeming
romantic posture. The pink bra that was kept uncovered from behind as well as
her well packaged bum-bum was obviously a sight to behold, even by the blind.
He ostensibly had all the time in the world to sheepishly, and perhaps foolishly
admire what he was seeing, thus he stood aloof at the door unnoticed as she
focused on the cookery.
He had never for once lust over her
but being human, what was being showcased at the time was apparently
irresistible. Even the ‘pope’ could even fall victim.
“Eh-eh-eh!” Kunle cleared his throat
to eventually disclose his presence as he stood at the door.
Funke was startled by the sudden
noise as she turned like one who just woke from an untold nightmare. “Oh sir,”
she managed to utter. “You are back?”
The moment she faced him, he was further
carried away by what she possessed on her chest as he stared in silent awe; the
dress was partly displaying her moderately big boobs, thereby arousing his
appetite. “Yes dear.” he hesitantly responded. “Did I frighten you?”
“Yes nah.”
“Oh, I am sorry.”
“It’s alright.” she said, holding the
kitchen spoon in her right hand. “How long have you been standing there?” she
added.
“Not quite long.” quoth Kunle. “I
was really admiring you.”
“You mean my cooking style?” She
verified albeit ignorantly.
“Not really.”
“So..?”
“I mean,” he uttered. “Your
endowments.”
“My endowments..?” she said,
confused.
“Funke,” he called. “You are indeed
a very pretty girl.”
“Sure?” she innocently replied.
“Yea.” He cleared the air, walked
closer to her. “You are more than beautiful.” He supplemented as he stood right
before her.
“Thank you, sir.” She managed to appreciate,
quickly dropped the spoon in the sink and attempted to walk away having
understood where he was headed.
As she tried to locate her way, he
tenderly drew her back, quietly took his hands behind her, unclasped the bra,
and therein she couldn’t resist his lustful actions. He began to kiss her and
she reciprocated as if she had longed for it. Within a twinkle of an eye, they
proceeded to another level right there in the kitchen. Without much preliminary
measures, they commenced the real game having chosen to employ standing-order.
She moaned and groaned as his cock was wholly in her. In merely four minutes
time, every player had climaxed, hence the game leader pulled off.
Therein, Kunle was engulfed by guilt as Funke
began to shed seeming crocodile tears having realized the gravity of her
actions. She had unarguably betrayed her blood sister who was equally her
benefactor, whilst the former had indeed taken what he could not chew.
Four weeks after, Funke walked up to Kunle
while he was seated alone in the parlour watching television and informed him
that she was a-month pregnant for him.
“Pregnant..?” he exclaimed at the top
of his voice as he sat roughly in the upholstery seat.
To be continued, please!
FDN Nwaozor
Executive
Director, Docfred Resource Hub - Owerri
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