Can you just listen to yourself? Can you repeat yourself and listen attentively to your shit? You are dam old enough to be my mother who would be advising me not to cheat or hurt my wife. Telling me the things to do to keep my marriage working. Well, I'm not surprised. You are a bad egg and that's probably why you are not married. No sensible man will get married to a lady like you. I wonder how you spend your college days. I have no other thing to tell you than to let you know that I love my girlfriend! I'm not gonna cheat... period!" I stated, as plainly as possible, trying to dissuade this aggressive older lady. She seemed mildly confused by this, as if this didn't make sense to her.  "Oh! If you're worried about me not knowing what guys like you want... trust me. I know things, forget about all this gospel talk. You are just pretending" She began.  "I'm VERY experienced, if you know what I mean," she added, but I s

  I was a bit baffled a HeIonetheless did the same, turning away from her to face the bar, returning to my beer. What was going on here? Who was this lady? How could someone like her actually be that bold? It was crazy! I was still not fully convinced this wasn't a joke, but it seemed all real. I had never experienced something like this, with a woman aiming so far out of her league by pursuing me so aggressively.  Not to talk myself up as this ultimate of manhood, I didn't mean it like that. But I could fully admit am a good-looking man, and judging by the attention I got from women, this admission didn't seem unfair. A lot of beautiful young women seemed to want a piece of me for sexual satisfaction, so having an older woman like her pursue me and think she could succeed where all those other girls failed was shocking, to say the least. But I felt I had handled it about as well as possible, all things considered.  And now th

I had to admit, Lucy had started to grow on me. She had improved immensely as a worker, so I didn't have to stand over her shoulder as much. Even her girly, naïve charm had started to grow on me. And her infuriating perfect body didn't bother me as much as it used to. I began to trust her with all the chores and I even let her take my car out for errands.  The only thing that occasionally set off alarm bells was her wardrobe. Occasionally, she would wear something that flattered her a little too well. It was never over the top or slutty, but every so often, she would wear a shirt that was a little too tight. A little too low cut.  She would wear jeans that hung a little too low. She was admittedly a gorgeous girl, and typically, a woman wouldn't want a girl that beautiful around their house, and around their man. But, it was hard to view her as a threat. She was so shy and introverted and naïve that s

"Please Jennifer wake up. Am begging you in the name of god. Please wake up." He opened my eyes with his finger. I can how scared he was. He shake me amidst holding me on both arms, with tears running down his cheek.  "Don't do this to me. I love you very much. I was hoping we will spend this life together. I thought have been settled. Why are you doing this to me. Please, come back to me." Now he was practically crying. This was the first time I was seeing him cry. He was so confused that it had not came to his mind to check my heartbeat or pulse to check if am breathing at all. He was crying and shedding tears. Now am done with the prank, how will I end it? I was some how scared that he will get angry with me. What if he touch me out of anger? Moments later, he placed his ear on my chest, still confused, he rushed outside. I don't know where he was rushing to but am sure he's not leaving the house. I got u

After the steamy rump on the bed, we entered the bathroom and took our bath. It was Saturday so we are not going anywhere unless am going to take her out. I was planning to visit the beach with her once she's OK. That will be lovely and fun as well. My priority is to make her days a fun one.  "I think we need to see the doctor." Jennifer said after wearing a more comfortable clothe. "What for? Is there any problem? Are you feeling any pain in your chest?" I asked, a little bit scared. She stared at me and smiled, then said "Are you getting scared? Nothing is happening to me. I think am fully healed so I want us to go and reach out to the doctor so he can confirm." "You mean you are not feeling any pain?" I asked, checking her body. "Stop it already, I'm fine" "If you are fine, no need of seeing the doctor. This call for celebration. I mean celebration of life." I sai