How women cheat
I welcome you to our blog, thank you for
reading and dropping your comment(s). As no man is an island of knowledge, your
comments go a long way in educating others. When knowledge is shared, we
all get better for it. Just as we savored, divulged and discussed our last
topic Dangerous Nannies, I got into a conversation with some elderly
friends who have been married for more than 30 years and they shared their
experiences with me. I was left mouth-ajar, jaw-hung and mentally terrified.
Here is the first phase of that encounter.
Ade got married to his two years lover,
Fola who he met on a job interview in the US. They chatted politely and kept
in touch until they started hooking up… and finally, the cake was iced and all
roads led to the altar. They got married and relocated to Portharcourt, Nigeria
to run their own firm as well as nurture their home. Ade’s business required
constant travelling for meetings, transactions and general public relations
routines. On one of those occasions, Fola’s best-lady Bella was to visit
while Ade proceeded to Abu Dhabi on a business trip for a week. Although he
will miss his wife, he felt better considering she would have company while he
was away. Bella was well received ..a guest all the way from the US? In these hard
times? Her coming was like the Queens visit to Nigeria. In three days,
Ade was
already settled at the Portharcourt International Airport when he got a
call from his Manager at the office that the ware-house was on fire...with such
frenzy which the manager spoke, Ade heard that his house was on
fire..."house", not "warehouse"...He sped all the way
home...as he approached he became more confused... Reached his phone to call
the Manager, he was not picking. Now at home, and everything looks calm, no
fire. He was furious, heading to the bedroom to narrate his ordeal to his wife
and he hears this strange sound of women in ecstasy...he doubled his pace,
almost unnoticed, flung the door open and guess what he saw...Fola and Bella
screaming for "come". He caught them red-handed...entangled and
buried in their lesbians' erotic paradise.
As he mused in confusion, his phone
rings…the manager now screaming ‘‘Oga, where you dey? the warehouse dey burn o’’
The floor is now open.














