I would say I had a perfect family. A loving husband who supports my dreams takes care of his responsibilities, never cheated. And my two beautiful kids, Joel, and Amina Living in a big mansion in the choicest area of maitama. What do I want more?. Maybe I want to feel young again.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, just like every other Saturday, I had gone shopping for the weekend at the mall. I have finished buying all that was needed and was about to drive home to my beautiful family, only then did I remember I had not bought our bathing soap, so I went back into the mall to go get the soap. And that was where I met a person in my past that almost wrecked my perfect family and life.
I met Jones 12 years ago on one of my trips to Paris, I was 26 years old then. I was sitting at a riverbank enjoying the view of people swimming. "Hello beautiful, my name is Jones, what is a beautiful girl sitting alone doing without a drink," Jones said as he stretched his hands offering me the second bottle of Coca Cola drink he was holding, "no, thank you," I said." But I can't return it, I bought it for you," he said as he hands me the drink again. I collected it from him and we had a long talk mostly about Nigerian food and the politics happening in Nigeria. We shared contacts and he gave me a lift to my hotel. I spend three weeks in Paris, and Jones was at my hotel every evening. At one of his visits, he bought plenty of gifts for me. " I love you," Jones said to me that evening, " is that how people from Paris profess love to someone? I asked while laughing. We sat inside his car and kissed that day.
It was Wednesday evening, Jones had come to my hotel with a scooter, "come let me give you a tour " he said. I hopped into the scooter, rode in the city, and saw beautiful views. It was now one week since we had started dating and had never gone beyond kissing and his feverish fingers teasing my inner thighs. After dropping me at my hotel with his scooter, and he was set to go back to his guest house, " I want to go with you." I said. "Why?" he asked, and I felt a wave of sudden anger inside me. " Why? Is someone waiting for you at your guesthouse?" I asked . " why all these types of questions?" it was his turn to be angry. " I apologize, " I said and I began kissing him passionately. " it's just that I want to spend the night with you, every time you leave me, am not always myself and am in my safe period," I said while winking at him. " are you sure and ready for this," he asked " yes, I am," I said.
Immediately I saw Jones at the mall that day, I remembered the first time we made love twelve (12) years ago and I felt myself going wet. That night he had kissed me from my feet to my lips while undressing me slowly and stopping at my breast to pleasure my hard nipples. I recall how I screamed loud as he deep his finger into me. I remembered how he came into me and brought me to climax after the climax that night. After that night making love to Jones Was an addiction.
"Lucy" he called, the voice sound almost the same, except that it was a bit deep now. "Lucy," he said again. The bag I was holding drop off my hands and I ran and hugged him so tight. " I thought you are never coming back to Nigeria," I said. I thought you are waiting for me to Come to get married to you" he said while holding the finger I was wearing my wedding ring. " you are still looking beautiful " he said.
I can't remember how I got into his car, but we were in front of a huge beautiful gate, and the gate swung open and we drove in. " is this your house?" I asked " "yes, let me give you a tour, " Jones said. He led me into the kitchen, then pass through his study room, to the gym room, and the bedroom, he pull the refrigerator open, and brought out wine and uncorked the bottle, then poured me the wine in a glass cup. And we continued the tour upstairs, there were four rooms upstairs and we enter the master bedroom. He took the glass of wine from my hands and drop it on the table and pull me to himself and kissed me. If I say I did not expect it, or I did not want it, am lying. I was looking forward to knowing whether it would be the same thing as the one we had in Paris twelve(12) years ago, It did. His hands went to my breast, and I moan as he fondles my nipples, he carry me to the bed and I kissed him back hurriedly. He slowly began to undress me, I was only left with my undies then I heard my phone rang, I got distracted, " let me get the phone" I said to Jones. I stretched my hand to my phone, it was my husband calling, I immediately got back to my sense. It was already 8:pm at night. I quickly got my clothes, and dress up. And ran out of the house without saying bye to Jones.
I got home, my children and husband were already worried for me, they thought something bad happened to me. " what happened, and where were you and not picking my calls? " my husband bombarded me with question upon questions. " I will tell you what happened tomorrow, let me have a rest first and ask God's forgiveness," I said.