TWO

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Beautiful people and yes you are beautiful, no matter what they say. So, I stumbled across an unfinished story that needed to be completed a few weeks ago while I was doing my regular thenakedconvos.com jacking and here it is. The fun part is that you can also get involved and I beseech y’all to do so, just check out the link and get acquainted with the guidelines. The prizes might not be awesome but the competition is fun.

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Aigbe smiled callously as he watched Esosa tumble backwards onto the floor. He thought to himself that she quite looked like a fish out of water – flailing about, reaching for support that would not be forthcoming. His smile very quickly evolved into a cruel laugh as he watched the back of her head crash onto the cold, tiled floor with a sickening, wet sound. Leaping astride her semi-conscious body, he rained three solid blows onto her torso, working his way from her lower ribcage to her sternum. She yelped, shook and choked with each blow, unable to fight back.

“You are the one that will die, not me, Stupid Harlot!”

He spat into her face as the last blow landed and she choked violently, jerking with the impact of the blow and recoiling from the glob of projectile spittle that had hit her face.

“You!  Are! A! Mad! Dirty! Prostitute!”

Each word was punctuated by a slap that sent waves of pain coursing through Esosa’s head. She could barely speak or shout or scream in protest, much less move. She felt herself start to slip into a numb blackness but she tried to hold on.  Aigbe wrapped his hands around her neck and muttered.

“Witch! Harlot! Your plan has failed!”

Esosa closed her eyes and let the numbing darkness take her as her husband choked the remaining life from her, his wedding ring pressing against her carotid artery.

2 hours earlier

Esosa smiled to herself as she poured the brown powder into the bottle of Merlot. She re-corked it and shook it violently until the powder began to dissolve. She knew Aigbe was already on his way home.

She reminisced about the time before her marriage; had she been in love with a man or had she been in lust with the man’s good looks and money. Aigbe was rich, his career was promising and there was no doubt there, no wonder her mother pushed her into the marriage. Despite beauty being her moniker, Esosa was very serious with her academics back in Unilag and she had no time for men or other trivial things. Her only goal was to please her mother and she did that by being the housewife to the first rich man who knocked on her door despite her summa cum laude in political science.

‘Should love be expressed in kind before it is felt by the beloved? Love is above a feeling, it is a manifestation’

Esosa opened the lid of the dustbin and threw the paper away; the sun rays that were able to penetrate the kitchen window glorified the paper as it made its descent into rubbish. Her mother had said it was medicine for love, as potent as a thousand of Cupid’s arrow. All she needed to do was share the same contents of the bottle with her husband and they would both be united in an unquenchable thirst of their love, it was best for her, best for her mother’s exorbitant spending. Only if she knew how much Aigbe loved her but then again it was just a feeling he hardly manifested.

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‘All things done in clandestine should remain in the dark but when amateurs strive for perfection in secrecy, the sun blurts out the truth.’

Meanwhile, Chidera the voluptuous house help watched on from the outside window of the kitchen as Esosa gingerly poured out the brown powder into the wine. She wasn’t surprised; she had anticipated this day like the Jews anticipate the coming of their Messiah but Chidera never thought she would bear witness to it. Nothing would have aroused her suspicion if not for Esosa’s unprofessional ways in concealing the truth. For a deceiver, she knew nothing about deception.

Esosa returned that day from her mother’s after running away, afraid to face her husband for her sins. Despite her inability to cook delicious meals, she decided to make her husband’s favorite dish. She sent Chidera on a futile errand that even a 5-year-old would consider suspicious and she locked the doors, denying passage into the kitchen.

For some reason: maybe the devil perhaps, Chidera decided to spy on Esosa and she saw the perpetuating evil unfold before her through the kitchen window that managed to conceal Chidera’s form. She made a mental note to pick the paper from the dustbin and to inform Aigbe before he came in. Maybe it would finally be her turn to be a rich man’s wife. That was her goal and no wonder she walks around the house scantily clad whenever Esosa is not at home, possibly an attempt to seduce Aigbe.

2 days earlier

Esosa overheard Chidera talking to Aigbe on the phone. He was returning back to the country and he needed the driver to pick him at the airport by 2p.m. She confirmed what she overheard from Chidera’s conversation and her heart literally changed position to her esophagus as she was too afraid to face her husband after her last atrocious act. “He must still be madly angry at me, after all, why wouldn’t he inform me of his arrival,” she thought. She made haste to pack her things and move to her mother’s house before Aigbe’s arrival. She couldn’t stand up to him, so she left a long note of apology promising to be a better wife if he forgives her.

Esosa returned to her mother; there she got the necessary moral support to be strong and brave but as far as being a good wife goes, she knew nothing. Esosa never knew the truth behind her father’s death but Aigbe knew it all after a drunken lecherous night with her mother before the wedding. He thought it best not to ruin Esosa’s relationship with her mother by telling her.

2 weeks earlier

Aigbe set out for the airport straight from his office. He was to be in South Africa as soon as possible but as fate would have it, he forgot his passport. He hurried back home to get his passport but to his utmost surprise he saw his wife in bed with Yemi: his boss’s wife. The sight killed him and he literally collapsed but remained sentient.  He sat up and tucked his legs under him, still befuddled and overwhelmed by what he understood to be grotesque. Yemi was swift to flee while Esosa tried to apologize. Aigbe rewarded her apology with 2 vicious slaps; got up, got his passport, and walked out of the house without demanding an explanation. That was the first time he struck his wife.

2 months earlier

Aigbe and Esosa were both on a weekend holiday in Singapore but he brought work along. On a Sunday afternoon when all was calm and Esosa was asleep, Aigbe perused through Esosa’s phone out of boredom and he came across some lasciviously worded messages from Yemi. He initially decided to keep it to himself but then his curiosity got in the way. He asked her if she was cheating but she denied it blatantly until he brought up the messages and asked who Yemi was. Seeing as she was at a dead-end, she used the guise that Yemi was his boss’s wife and the messages were just a joke since he was hardly around to talk.

He flared up in a bout of anger asking if she wanted to end his career, he soon calmed down and hoped his boss would be lenient if he got to know. He couldn’t entertain the idea that his wife was a homosexual so he finally took the messages as the comical play Esosa said they were and promised to be a better husband.  Later on, Aigbe engaged in an orgasmic night for himself; Esosa just pretended to moan along.

2 years earlier

Esosa had just gotten married to Aigbe after a year of dating. They were on a 2 weeks honey moon trip sponsored by Aigbe’s boss who also tagged along with his wife. That was the first time Esosa laid eyes on Yemi, she was astonishingly beautiful and she looked misplaced in the hands of the pot-bellied tiny framed boss that looked like roasted frog on a stick. It wouldn’t take a trained eye to know she was more or less the trophy wife, if not even the contract wife.

The both of them had instantly bonded and Esosa spent a greater part of her honey moon with Yemi. It wasn’t long before Yemi laid her lips on Esosa’s and then introduced her tongue to other parts of Esosa’s body. She was initially hesitant but then how can you hate magic, she had never felt such pleasures and so she gave into infidelity with a woman. Fortunately for Yemi, she was in an open marriage and she was free to do as she pleased as far as nothing was in the media but Esosa never knew this; she continually allowed herself to be filled with sinful lust. Her end 2 years from now.