Its been two weeks since my return from Bunmi's custody, though things are yet to normalise between my wife and me because guilt has found its route to my conscience, pricking me per second. My wife had refused me going to work on her argument that she wants me to heal fast psychologically from the trauma I went through in the hands of the kidnappers, if only she knew the exact.
In line with the script being plotted and acted by Bunmi and me, it was required that I inform my wife that Bunmi would be coming from Europe the following day and that it would be nice if I went wait for her at the airport to show how grateful I am in respect to her contributions to my feigned kidnapping. In all loyalty, trust, and support, my wife obliged, as she requested to host Bunmi for dinner. If I could convince her to come over to the house, I assured her I would convince Bunmi.
I took off from the house at about 4:00pm neatly shaved and well perfumed; in less than an hour I had arrived at Bunmi's private lodge. From the balcony, she sighted me and beaconed, "Lover boy, come over here.". She instructed me to take my clothes off immediately on her claims that we have limited time to get the deal done. Aggressively, she pulled me to herself and instructed me to carry her on my arms. Jezz, I just raised an item of about 113 kg at easy with her gigantic breast trying to strangle me, pushing my lower jaw upward. Effortlessly, I carried her like an amateur heavyweight personnel to one of the jacuzzis and slowly dropped her and we swung into action of a four round waist movement fight.
At about 8 p.m., we dressed up; several calls were already coming from my wife, who was tensed over her meal prepared for Bunmi, my safety, and our little apartment. I assured her that we were close, but the traffic was heavy. Finally, at 9:06 pm, we arrived at my house as I introduced my wife to Bunmi, my wife almost knelt down in appreciation, I quickly gave her a helping hand upward saying within " if only you know Bunmi is the bad government who gives you crumbs to eat and end up eating the main share". The devil truly always present himself in a lovable manner.
After eating Ewedu and Amala with lots of assorted meat, which was my wife's specialty, I was able to hit my hand on my chest that I married rightly. Bunmi broke the silence thanking my wife for being a strong woman and standing in for her husband in difficult times. She brought out some cash in hard currency amounting to little above 2 million naira, in her order madam kindly offset the loans you took, get to cook another bigger pot of your sumptuous Ewede soup and start up a mini business so that you can assist your husband in difficult times. However, I will look around some of my businesses to fix Bayo in so that he can get stable in no time. I beg to take my leave now, she excused herself along side her 3 huge body guards.
My wife in her usual manner of getting wet at the slightest celebration rushed to kiss me immediately Bunmi zoomed off. I felt her excitement but the pains was much because she had collected the forbidden fruit from the devil for the second time in the garden of Eden, hence I would have to keep tilling Bunmi's soil before we eat. Forcefully, I ended up having the 5th round of sex for the day, not with passion and pleasure but with pity and pressure.