I smelled it as soon as he came in to lie down beside me.
Hmm, I thought, this was a different woman. I have come to recognise them by their scents. I have been able to differentiate between at least four women. Every night, he came to lie beside me, smelling of one of them.
Did he think I would not notice? I knew exactly when he started being unfaithful. The first was someone I called ‘Flower’ due to the way my husband smelled like flowers every time he sneaked into bed beside me at 2am. Flower lasted for a while, six months, I think. Then he moved on to Vanilla. That one did not last long. He did eventually return to Flower for some reason.
Yes, this might sound odd to you, that I knew my husband was cheating and I even knew when he was with a new girl or an old one. It was not odd to me, not where I come from. Men, in this part of the world, can sow their wild oats long after they were married. It is even more necessary in my case. See, we have been married for five years and I had not been able to get pregnant for him.
My husband finally succumbed to the pleas and pressure from family and friends to impregnate someone outside my marriage. He started this two years ago. Now, I am just waiting for the day he will sit me down and tell me that he has a lovechild. Would he marry the mother? I wondered.
One Sunday, after breakfast, he called to me from the kitchen.
“Laitan, we need to talk,” he called out.
It was time. I was about to hear about the child.
That conversation was not what I expected. I was in a haze all through his talk, so most of his words were lost on me. But the gist of it was that he confessed he had been trying to make a baby outside our marriage for months now (like I did not know). He said he had been unsuccessful and he was starting to believe he might be the problem. He said his family offered a suggestion. They wanted me to also experiment with someone else. For one scary second, I thought he was about to suggest I start sleeping around like he had been doing. Instead, he said there was one person willing to ‘test’ me, his brother.
This was around the time the haze started. I did not hear much since he suggested that my brother-in-law will come over sometime during the week and that I was to be ‘good’ to him. He got up after the one-sided conversation and went out. He did not return until early the next morning.
Hmm, I thought, as he came to lay in bed beside me, I would call this one, “Fruity.”
Every day that week, after my husband left for work, I wondered if that was the day his brother will come over. I was all tied up in knots, waiting. When evening rolled around and he did not come, I relaxed a little bit, only for the nerves to return the next morning.
On Thursday, around 1pm, there was a knock on the door. I opened to see Tayo, my in law. He regarded me carefully, taking in my simple blouse and skirt that I wore.
He was sitting on the living room couch when I asked him what I could offer him. He said, “nothing, not food anyway.”
He was probably trying to lighten the mood but I was too tightly wound up to care.
“I think we should go to the bedroom,” he said. I nodded. He took my hand as we entered our bedroom. He led me to my marital bed and laid me down. He came to straddle me, and after hesitating for a couple of seconds brought his lips down on mine.
It was awkward, at first, but my body, disregarding my nerves, began to react. My husband had not touched me in so long. He basically gave up on me after the first three years of marriage, before the affair started. Even the random times he touched me lately, there was no kissing or romance involved. He just came in and slid his cock in and out of me for a few seconds and it was over.
So, having Tayo kiss me so gently, did a lot to unwound my nerves. I was getting into it. So much so, that my hands were soon wrapped around him. His kiss was now less unsure and more erotic as he discovered my mouth with his tongue. I moaned gently.
He moved down to kiss my neck as he unbuttoned my blouse. He then pulled my bra down and brought his hot mouth on my breasts. I felt the warmth and excitement straight down to my pussy. I grinded my hips against his and felt his hardness. I wanted him.
Pretending to be unaware of my needs, he kept on torturing me by licking and sucking one nipple while using his other hand to stroke and pinch the other. I wanted to beg him to fuck me. But I did not want my brother-in-law thinking I was some whore.
Gently, he made his way down my belly with his mouth and settled at the beginning of my skirt. He stopped to pull down my skirt and panties. He then pulled off his own trousers. I gasped as his erection sprung free. He was bigger than my husband who happened to be the only man I had ever been with. I worried how he would feel inside of me but I was excited at the same time.
He settled between my legs and slowly entered me as if he knew I needed time to get used to his size. It was sweet and painful at the same time as his whole length slowly entered me. Finally, he began to move.
My pussy was craving more as he moved in and out of me. He was still paying such wonderful attention to my boobs and teasing them as he entered.
I felt pressure in my belly like something was about to escape. The pressure kept building as it felt like something deep inside me was unravelling. I began to move wildly against him. I could not control myself. Something was lifting me, far far away and from the distance, I was hearing some sounds that I could not believe were coming from me. I was slowly losing it as I finally exploded (that was the only way I could describe it). My pussy was quivering and throbbing as I felt a gush of liquid escape from me. Did I just have my first ever climax?
He looked at me, a little bit of surprise and curiousity in his eyes. I gave a sheepish smile as he pumped harder inside me and came too.
I knew, the way countless women in the world knew, that his seed had fertilized me at that point.
