My Sexcapedes Episode 5
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In the house of God, we sat together on a pew. Susan rested one of her hands on my thigh, sending a romantic thought over my head with her hand every now and then. I was very uncomfortable.
‘Why can’t this woman respect herself?. Why is she sending this bad signal over my head in the church? Does she want to disgrace me in the church knowing fully well how loose I am and how long I have it down there? The worst is I am putting on a plain-trouser, not even jeans..’ I was asking myself in discomfort. I have even sent her a signal to stop time without numbers all to no avail.
When I could not contain it, I removed her hand off my thigh. The look alone she gave me was not pleasant. It speaks volumes. Few minutes later, she placed her hand on my lap again. This time around, I had no option than to keep calm, control myself and remain focused on the ongoing church service.
What we had that Sunday was a special service.
The members of the State Command of Man of Order and Discipline (MOD) were having a celebration of their yearly Founder’s Day of the organization. The MOD, as it may interest you to know, happened to be a paramilitary organization in the Catholic Church. The group comprised both men and women, boys and girls.
That day, the group entertained the audience with all kinds of displays typical of the armed forces at the expansive open field church. Their wonderful displays were: Breathtaking. Thrillingly. Unbelievable. In fact, the rounds of applause from the audience in the hot sun was something else.
Again, MOD group happened to be an optionally lay apostolate group in the Catholic Church, which is open to boys and girls that are twelve years old and above. It tends to supplement the efforts made to give children and students a religious training and upbringing.
The sermon of the day was a wakeup call. More of a bombshell to us all. The topic of the sermon was FURN|CATI0N. The young preacher picked his words carefully, diligently and dished them out concisely.
He explained forn|cati0n as pertains to sexual relations outside of marriage. He further buttressed that we can change the name as many times we want — making love, sleeping together, having an affair or pre-marital sexxx — but forn|cati0n is still the same thing. He added that no matter what society thinks, sexxx outside marriage is still very sinful. He quoted Hebrews 13:4 to back up his claim scripturally.
He bitterly lamented how sexxual sins are running out of control in our societies today. That Illegitimacy is in the hundreds of thousands. As such, the venereal disease is now epidemic. That extra-marita| affairs are now common in our societies. Living together arrangements are also flourishing in the societies like a custom.
He warned that forn|cati0n is a deceptive sin. That it hides many of its consequences. That It offers pleasure without responsibility, and gratification without commitment.
The preacher also condemned the act of a wealthy woman or man who spends freely on a younger person, generally a man or woman, in return for sexual intimacy — sugar daddy and sugar mummy. He warned that any youth who engaged in sexxual int|macy with married men or women, that such person is using he hand to dig he grave. He advised the youths to desist from engaging in the practice of sugar daddy and sugar mummy that such an act is nothing but a destiny killer act. He also condemned the act of homosexuality and lesbianism.
He concluded that Forn|cati0n is not just a sin against another person, it is also a sin against ourselves. He recited 1 Corinthians 6:18 to back his claim. He continued that it’s self-destructive and he advised the youths to flee away from such practices at all costs. That the world should think what it thinks, and try to justify itself in its sins, but the children of God need to obey God’s commands.
In fact, the preacher talked a lot. It was as if he was talking to me directly. I could not look at his face, I had to bury my head down in guilt. I stared at Susan, she was busy with her phone with less attention to the preaching.
After the church service that day, we left for home. Every now and then, the preaching was ringing in my head repeatedly as we drove home. I don’t know about Susan, but she seemed less concerned because her lusty actions and reactions toward me in the car said it all.
We got home. Then changed. Moment later, she served food and we ate together on the dining table. Though eating together was not a new thing. It has been a ritual even when my brother was home. But her r0mant|c approaches made me lose appetite for the food. I was complaining about what she wore — she was half naked — she then worsened the whole matter by insisting we feed each other. After much persuasion from her, I succumbed. You need to see how we were eating like husband and wife. Though with keen observation, one would notice how uncomfortable I was.
After lunch, we had a nap before going to the nearest open field for her to teach me how to drive. That day, she dressed to kill. Telling you that she dressed half naked would be understatement. She was totally naked. I couldn’t believe that Susan would boldly walk out from the house wearing a full naked short gown with ruffled pants all in the name of going out to teach me how to drive that Sunday evening. Her dressing was very revealing, exposing her nakedness to the fullest, especially her sexxy yellowish thighs and the two sweet-looking standing oranges on her chest. The temptation was too much. In fact, as we were driving to the field, I was very much afraid not to do anything stupid there because the field was a very lonely place. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t even trust myself anymore because bodi no be firewood o!
Thank goodness I didn’t fall to the temptation that very day. Though it wasn’t easy because she really pushed me to the wall to the extent we even kissed and r0manced. We nearly made love in the car at the field but thank God for the call of her husband that interrupted the whole thing. It was a long call.
‘I am gonna eat you raw tonight’, she whispered into my ears after the call. Already, it was late. So we left for home. But the traffic delayed our journey so we arrived home late.
We had a r0mantic supper that night. I wouldn’t lie, we k|ssed and had an er0tic moment before she demanded we go freshen up for the main match. Susan seduced me into me. I walked into my room with heavy legs, to some extent, I regretted every one of my actions. If I had my way, I wouldn’t have allowed such to be happening. But Susan had studied me like a book and she knew how to put me in the sexxual mood. Besides, I had to play along so as not to jeopardize the opportunities. Because, left for my brother, he would tell me to join him in his business which I hated so much. All I wanted was to practice my profession. Susan has proven herself to be the only ladder to lift me up there. If I was to do it on my own, i would definitely not be able because almost all of my colleagues were still walking up and down in search of a job. So I was left with no option than to play along to her biddings.
I had my bath sluggishly because I was still very confused about the whole thing. It was when I was cleaning my body that I heard Susan shouting in pain from her room. At first I thought she was probably singing, but when I put my ears down, I noticed that she was in severe pain. Her shouting said it all. I quickly tied my towel over my waist and rushed to her room. I even forgot to put on my underwear.
‘Could it be a trap to lure me into her matrimonial bed because she knows very well that I can’t disrespect my brother to that extent of sleeping with his wife in their matrimonial bed?..’ I asked myself while rushing upstairs to know what was wrong because her shout kept on echoing intensively.
To Be Continued…
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