She was still walking, almost running as if it was something we needed to see urgently. She pointed towards a section by the maid’s quarters and she motioned for me to go and check it. I turned the corner and before I peeped, I heard those familiar moans. No, it can’t be.
Cathy was a beautiful, sexy woman and I could see her perfectly shaped breasts over the low cut of her dress and I would happily show her how well I could please her but I wasn’t going to make the first move. I needed it to come from her.
“What?” The wife eye am up and down. “Shebi I said it’s okay? If it wasn’t for the money I make from my boutiques, your children would have been thrown out of school, but it’s okay. We were almost kicked out to the streets for not paying rent, but it’s okay. It’s okay o. I’ve said it’s okay”.
The woman in the picture was in her 40s, light-skinned and tall-almost the same height as my husband. She was not the woman whom I had seen him holding delicately that day months ago. That woman had been petite with a medium complexion and a voluptuous figure.