Mariam's POV

As she sat down under the mango tree, her past flashed through her mind in a quick succession.
She first smiled when she realised how fast age comes, how people forget the past as if it never existed neither was it part of their experience.
Her past is a past of secrecy, heartbreak, a series of events that to her, then, it was a life of her own happiness, a life to live to the brim.
She glanced at her little one Mabel, who was sleeping on her thigh and frowned.
She could feel the goodness she felt then, rise her temperature, it never turned out to be what she thought it would be.
A SECRET OF HER ON eventually erupted into a filthy unacceptable eventuality.
When she remembers Joe, a part of her feels irritated because she wanted to teach him a lesson for having chosen Mariana over her. Another part worries for him because the truth would break him to the core.
She was carried away by the storm of bitterness and eventually involved herself in an abominable affair.

The result is a baby whose conception she has kept hidden from Joe for twelve months now.
She told him she was carrying his baby which he never argued. She is waiting for his coming, though she knows drama might erupt she is as calm as if nothing is hidden. Joe knows the kid is his. She can remember how happy he was when he heard he was going to be a father. he accepted to take responsibility, but having known Joe , she could sense that part of Joe was doubting this fatherhood yet she had calculated the move very well that he could not escape.
The kid is only three months yet it resembles Joe from head to toe.
Every morning when she wakes up, she looks at the baby and smiles on the fact that the story she wanted to make was really cooking to a reality.
'let him come'
She said to her self staring at two butterflies settled on a flower, they were all blue with yellow spots that made them all beautiful.
She tried to ponder about that phenomena and realised that those colours were depicting the human nature. The humane behaviour in it was a bit hidden, that is, just like a human being who seems pure to some people, they have other hidden characters that are either hidden to themselves or are allowed to be seen by a certain group of people.
She was like that butterfly.
As beautiful as it is, she could attract any male of her choice, be it old or young, rich or poor.
She took the advantage of that phenomena to work
out her punishment towards Joe.
She had first started with his friends and colleagues. She gave them a taste of her honey pot one by one, some of whom had she had even promised to marry. She easily lured them into her trap by either asking them to come for a party at her house or secret dinner and dats with them. Although it should be the other way round,a man asking a woman out, she never saw anything odd about that. Mission is the king, reputation later.
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She remembers Maina, who was as handsome as...the way she first invited them in for a weekend afternoon party. Knowing them well, Maina arrived carrying Joe on his motorbike.
After the party Mariam asked Maina to help her drop the crates at the depot centre wish he agreed to but he was to take Joe home first, because he was drunk to a stupor, then come back for the crates.
'Yes!'
"Take me home Maina, crates can wait" said drunk Joe.
She had jumped in joy as it turned out to be easier than she thought.
When Maina turned up to pick the crates he found Mariam in a sexy short dress that revealed almost all the goodies.
Due to the respect he gave his friend he assumed everything and proceeded to ask where the crates were.
Mariam instructed him to follow her, she went in swaying her hips into the bedroom, Maina realised that she had nothing inside because the dress was see-me-through.
With all this display, the fisi in him swang into action.
'All of this, and I fail it is an abomination to the male folks.'
It was plainly displayed for him and an urge of determination chocked him for he knew this was it.
Into the bedroom Mariam bend over to pick a crate and the short dress raised as she arced leaving the garden of eden all exposed.
Pink thighs and the goodies staring at him, he swallowed hard. He made to help her pick up the crate to hide the excitement of the man in pants.She made to turn and mate his lusting eyes and bulging pants and knew this is a game won.
She paved way as if to let him pick the crate and went behind him. When Maina bend to pick the crate, he heard the bedroom door close and confirmed that for sure the goodies were his.
He stood up to meet the now naked Mariam and instantly, like a soldier swung into action.
He touched the hot oranges on her chest and felt how hot they had become. The nipples were needle like which tempted him to suck on them a little and the woman gave a faint moan of pleasure.
By now his manhood had become hard that Mariam could feel it pressing against her crotch. She opened the zipper and felt its warmth before rubbing it at her clit.
Maina decided to finish the business and carried her to the bed for finals. She removed Maina's clothes at a lightning speed. When she was done she pushed Maina onto the bed on his back and climbed to ride him.
Maina had never felt such a greatness as she moved her hips, grinded and moaned. When she had cummed twice, Maina rolled her over and unleashed some heavenly strokes.It was not until an hour later when they were all sweaty and heaving that they lay on the bed.Mariam was all smiling.
"One down, more to come" She mattered silently.
She warned Maina over letting the cat out of the bag...As if she cared
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That was Mariam's mission success. That was like one and a half years ago.
Today, she could count around five of Joe's friends she had laid. She had come to realise that men are cheap. A simple trap; a thigh here, a boob there and a smile now and then are enough to put a man in between a woman's thighs.