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This article is deemed for a mature audience only.
There are some things that happen in your life and they are better buried with you in the grave other than confessing a confession to anyone. They may be even so embarrassing and no one may even believe you did them. Here is one of these incidents that I thought of wise confessing but if the people close to me knew it they would be baying for my blood.
It was one of those cold afternoons in April; I was returning from work and all that I was looking forward to is to have a bath to wash away all the worries of the day. As I lazed back to my house I saw Julia, my neighbors’ wife opening the gate to their house. I greeted her and she responded warmly. She complained that it seemed that I was avoiding her and it was quite sometime since we met yet we were just next to each other.
“Or it is because I am pregnant?” She enquired and I burst out laughing. I joked and told her that I heard that expectant women can be very nasty and she promptly invited me into her house to prove me wrong. She was the wife of a great friend of mine, Mike, who was working as a bank manager in one of the local banks. The compound seemed deserted as she led the way into the main house.
She seemed to be at least three months pregnant but her body was as desirable as ever. I made myself comfortable on a big comfy couch while she proceeded to the kitchen. She came back with two glasses of lemonade and sat on the couch opposite mine.
She started grumbling over her husband’s consistent absence presumably due to commitments at work. Keeping her company was the last thing in my mind and the stop over took over a new dimension. As I sat down lost in thought I noticed that her dress barely covered her thighs. She wasn’t even sitting on the dress. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and this time Julia had taken the joke too far. She stood up and locked the main door and came back and sat on my lap. Her eyes looked devilishly mischievous as she leaned closer to me. She kissed me deeply as her dress slipped off.
This was too much for me to bear and my breathing became rapid. Emotions must have overcome us and one thing led to the other. We made love like wild tigers. I couldn’t believe that I had just had exhilarating sex with my neighbors’ wife. Then I quickly got dressed and snook out.
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