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WINIFRED'S POV:
Meeting Steve

He arrived quietly, like a secret God dropped beside me to test my resolve.

Tall. Calm. Focused.
A corp member with an innocent face and a body that looked carved by early-morning jogs.

He barely spoke. Only short greetings.
But every time he walked past shirtless, a small war broke out inside me.

I started noticing things I shouldn’t:

the soft curve of his chest

the way his muscles shifted when he lifted his bucket

the easy smile he gave when he caught me staring

the way he stretched on the balcony at night

I told myself it was harmless.
I told myself I was only admiring God’s creation.
I told myself I was married, committed, righteous.

But one night, all of that shattered.

THE LONELY WIVES:
Winifred’s POV — Expanded

When Amarachi left my apartment, her words kept replaying in my mind like a cursed echo.

“Virgins are always hungrier at the beginning.”
“Your husband is far away.”
“There’s nothing like a real, warm man.”

I hated that she made sense.

I hated even more that my body agreed.

For weeks, I fought myself.
For weeks, I prayed harder.
For weeks, I tried to soak my urges in cold showers and loud worship songs.

But temptation became flesh—and moved into the flat next door.

To be continued.

LONELY WIVES (4)
Amarachi’s POV
As I entered the room and locked the door behind me, everything in me was trembling—anger, need, and months of loneliness piled on top of each other. Akpan turned just in time to see me, and the horror on his face would have been funny if I wasn’t so desperate.

The way he kept avoiding my eyes, shielding his face, pleading with me to cover myself, only worsened something in me. His resistance pricked my ego; his politeness irritated my hunger; his stubborn morality challenged my desperation.

This wasn’t about beauty.
This wasn’t even about love.
This was about survival.

I had spent too many nights in an empty house with my husband’s voice fading behind network glitches and ocean waves. Too many nights staring at my reflection and wondering if a young wife was meant to live like a widow. Too many days pretending to be strong while my body screamed otherwise.

So when Akpan kept refusing, quoting scriptures and loyalty, a small storm rose inside me. I wasn’t proud of the woman I became in those moments. But I fought for what I felt I needed—wrong or not.

And when he finally stopped resisting… everything changed.

After that day, I didn’t just gain a body—I gained relief, escape, and a secret that kept me sane. He became my companion in my loneliness, the remedy to frustrations I didn’t dare voice out loud.

I told Winifred everything because she needed to understand one truth:
lonely wives don’t just wake up and become unfaithful—loneliness slowly cooks them alive.

LONELY WIVES (3)
Winifred’s POV
That day, I had refused to continue to the wedding reception. With the way that I was feeling, I decided that I didn’t want to be anywhere near Patricia for now, especially when she felt no remorse whatsoever. Turning away, I walked out of the boutique and hailed a cab and that was how I went home. I wanted nothing whatsoever to do with Patricia anymore and I avoided her calls whenever she rung my line.
A week later on a Saturday afternoon, I was watching a thousand ways to die when my doorbell rang. Wondering who it was since I was not expecting anyone, I walked to the door and to my surprise saw Amarachi. I hugged her so tight, well I was more than happy to have someone to talk to and ease my loneliness. After ushering her in, I served her some red wine which she gladly took. After exchanging necessary pleasantries, she finally cleared her throat and got down to her purpose of visiting.
“Winny, I heard you are no longer in good terms with Pat.” She gave me a subtle look of accusation, staring at me under her brows.
Hearing Patricia’s name, I simply looked away and said nothing. When I refused to reply, Amarachi pressed, “Winny, you won’t answer me?”
I rolled my eyes then asked, “She told you didn’t she?”
“Yes of course, she told me. We have all been friends since our university days.”
“Did she also tell you what she did?” I asked.
“What did she do?” She replied my question with a question.
“Do you know that Pat is sleeping with her driver?” I said quietly, expecting a normal response but all I got was laughter and it left me more confused. “What’s so funny?” I asked.
“What’s the big deal, baby girl?!” She asked, still laughing.
I drew my shoulders back in surprise and gave her a look. “You mean you knew all along?”
“Abeg!” She waved a dismissive hand. “Na today? Nothing is hidden under the sun, my dear.”
“You knew all this time and you never told me?!” I asked in shock, growing angry now.
“Wetin eye never see? We simply did not tell you because your church girl is too much, you wouldn’t have understood our plight! And besides, the last thing we wanted was someone dashing off to tell our husbands!” Amarachi stated.
“You think I’d snitch on you guys?” I placed my hand on my chest. “Even though I am not in support of adultery, I would never tell on you.”
“Right…” Amarachi simply said. “Let’s see how holy you will remain now that your husband has moved to Canada. Your plight is even worse because you have no child to keep your company nor comfort you.”
I gave her a sad and annoyed look. “You don’t have to rub it in.”
“Winny, I’m not trying to rub anything in, I’m just telling you the truth. We might have all the money we could want but the truth is life is not fair on us $exually and we can’t just sit back and fold our arms. In as much as you wouldn’t admit it, $ex is very important.”
I caught on to the pronoun she had been using for a while now. “What do you mean by we?”
She paused and gave me a scrutinizing look for a moment as if considering whether to tell me a secret or not. Finally, she made up her mind and sighed. Adjusting to the edge of her seat, she began: You know that my husband is a sailor?”
“Yes, I’m well aware.” I answered.
“And you know he’s hardly around?”
“Yes.” I answered, eager for her to get to the point.
“So when he’s gone for six months to 1 year, how do you suggest I tame my hormones, prayer and fasting?”
“You could just wait.” I stated.
“You are not normal.” She gave me a disgruntled look. “You think it’s easy right? You think my body is made of wood, right? Well, why should I blame you? You know nothing! Your marriage is not even up to a year, so why should I expect you to understand?”
“What are you insinuating?” I asked suspiciously. “Are you also-”
“Whatever that is, it’s a yes.” She Declared.
I gaped at her in disbelief. “You mean that you are also-”
“Yes and let me tell you my story…” She placed the glass of drink down on the coffee table and began her story…
Amarachi’s POV
I met my husband during an ushering job I had gone for while I was in 400 level in the university. A conference meeting was to hold on a Saturday morning and I was part of the girls who were called for ushering since I had experience in it. I was tall and slim and had just the right sizes of everything. I was one of the many ushers who were to direct the guests to their seats and that was when I saw him. He was tall and was dressed in a white native attire.
When I directed him to his seat, the way he kept glancing my way spoke volumes but I tried my best to ignore it but that was not the end. At the end of the program, the organizer came to us and said that she would like all ushers to go change their clothes and come back for an after party. I was reluctant but when she privately told me that the man would like to speak with me and perhaps he might even help me get a very good job after graduation, I obliged.
I came back to the party and that was when he approached me. We talk for lengthy hours and I got to find out that he was thirty-nine years and a divorcee. His wife had divorced him because she claimed that he paid too much attention to his job than his family, so she divorced and left with their two children whom he often spoke too on phone or visit once in a blue moon.
We talked so late into the night and rain began to pour. I was at lose of what to do because I didn’t know how I would go home in such a storm. He offered that I could spend the night with him in his hotel room and reluctantly, I agreed. That night did not go as I planned and we ended up making love. He did a lot of things guys in my peer group whom I have dated have never done to me.
We started dating and months later, he proposed to me and we were married before the year came to an end. Anyway, he started to travel a lot and I hardly got to see him and that was when I realized how the wife had felt. I was lonely. He bought his female cousin to live with me and also give me company but it was not enough. I needed the touch of a man and it was driving me crazy to go months without it.
We had a cook called Akpan from Calabar and soon I began to eye him. I have heard about how wonderful Calabar men were in b€d and people have praised their $exual stamina too. One day, while he was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, I walked into the kitchen in my flimsy nightgown. He greeted me and continued frying the plantain he was frying. I went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water then leaned on the counter to watch him cook.
I noticed that he was uneasy with my presence in the kitchen but he said nothing. I watched him for a while, letting my eyes roam his body and his arms. I stared at his biceps and at his waist wondering if he could twist it in different angles. Soon, I called, “Akpos?”
“Ma?” He turned and I could see shock register on his face when he saw that I was completely n@ked through the transparent night gown that I was wearing
“Are you done frying the plantain?” I asked.
“A…lm…ost ma…” He stammered, fixing his eyes on the wall above my head to avoid staring at my enticing body.
“Just leave the rest for now. I want you to get me something from my room.”
I saw a puzzled frown cross his face. I knew he was surprised because I have never asked him to go to my bedroom before.
“What ma?” He turned off the gas, washed his hands under the tap in the sink then wiped his hands against his apron.
“Get me my phone. It’s on my bed, under my pillow.” I instructed and he nodded and left the kitchen. Knowing that I was all alone with him in the house, I took off my lingerie, tossed it on the counter and followed almost immediately. Whether this Calabar guy liked it or not, he had better agree to sleep with me or I will have him fired, or worse, even have him thrown into jail by accusing him of trying to r@pe me.
To Be Continued…

LONELY WIVES (2)
Patricia’s POV
I felt no sh@me when my friend, Winifred caught my driver go!ng d0wn on me. In fact, if anything, I was . Why the h£ll did she have to come and ru!n the fun for me? Couldn’t she had just sat patiently in the car and wait for me? She just had to come spo!l it all just when I was about to reach org@sm. Slipping my arms back into the sleeve of my dress and pulling the front over my br£asts after tucking them into my br@.
“Ehn-ehn, what?” I sn@pped. “What did you see that you have not seen before?!” I asked , getting off my desk and pulling my dress down. I didn’t even bother about my p@nt, I just picked it and pushed it into my handbag.
“Patricia, you are asking me that?!” She questioned in surprised. “Do you realized that you are a married woman and your driver was just suck!ng-” she couldn’t finished the words.
I hi$$ed. “It’s my honeypot he was eating, how does that concern you, Wini? See, if you know what is good, just keep your words to yourself. Don’t let me change it for you.”
She was still stunned and then managed to utter one word. “Why?”
I glared at her. “Why? Are you kidding me right now? Why? You want to know right?”
I flashed back to that morning when I walked out of the bathroom n@ked after a bath and my husband who was in his early seventies and was a seated on the bed, writing me a cheque, looked up and I noticed his eyes follow the lower part of my body as I crossed the room to my dresser to cream.
He adjusted his glasses and stared at me above the r!m. “Pat?” He called.
“Hmmm?” I barely answered as I placed a foot on the stool and began to cream my leg with a lotion that cost me two hundred and fifty thousand naira which I had ordered online from Paris.
He cleared his throat and asked. “When did you start to shave d0wn there?”
I fr0wned and glanced down at my pelv!c. “Since last year, it’s funny that you only started noticing now.”
“Since our twelve years of marriage, you have never shaved that area.”
“Chief, do you go d0wn on me? Why should I bother shaving when all you do is just slot your pencil in every six months and just after a round, it’s as if you are at the brink of having a heart @ck. Chief, this is part of my new personal hygiene, so just leave it alone, or is your own p***c hair missing?”
He sighed then asked instead, “What did you say you needed the fifteen million for again?”
“Chief, I need to restock my boutique. Those workers of mine are steal
!ng from me.”
“Then fir€ them and employ a new staff!” He stated.
“Chief, the devil you know is actually better than the angel you do not. All I need is to catch one of them red handed and I’ll make sure that person and his or her entire family spend the rest of their miserable lives in jail.”
He ignored him, scribbled his signature, tore the cheque out and placed it on the bed. As he stood up, I turned to meet him, putting my arms around his neck. “Chief…” I cooed sultrily. “Let’s do small na before you leave for Abuja again.”
He fr0wned. “What about the one we did last night?”
I pouted. “Chief, it’s not enough now, you really have to work on this one r0und of a thing. I’m a three r0und woman. How can you give me just one round and expect my body to be okay? Just please give me one more now, even though, it’s small.” I begged.
“Look, Patricia, my flight is in a hour’s time and I definitely do not want to be late for the Senate meeting.”
I heaved a sigh then took his hand to my honeypot. “Okay, what about bl0wing me for just five minutes, I really need it.”
“What is bl0wing?” He asked, puzzled.
Bush man! I said in my head then audibly explained. “Bl0wing me is putting your l!ps…” I placed a finger on his lips and then to my honeypot. “…d0wn here!”
“Jesus!” He exclaimed and quickly backed away from me, giving me a look of d!sgust. “Have you lost your m1nd, woman?! At my age you want me to commit an abomin@tion?!”
I gave him a d!sgruntl€d look. “Which one is !nation again?”
“See, I don’t have time for such nonsense! My mouth is meant for eating and speaking in the house of Senate, there’s no way I’m going to even take my mouth near that place, not even if a gun was aimed at my head.”
I glared at him now and said. “I see… You don’t want to, right? No problem. You can go.”
He hesitated. “Won’t you see me off to the airport like you used to?”
I folded my arms under my chest and lifted my chin with my face turned away. “I’m not in the mood.”
He stared at me for a moment, tucked his check book into his native attire pocket, adjusted his cap on his head then left the room. I was angry and I slump€d down on the bed, placing my chin on my palm.
That day, I was throughout and I vented my on those that I could. I snapped and yelled easily at the maid, the gateman, my driver and even my staff were not spared. I was returning home from my boutique when my driver interrupted the silence in the car.
“Madam?”
“What?!” I asked tersely.
It was dark but I could see him glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “Abeg, I wan piss.”
“Can’t you wait till you get home before taking a leak?!” I demanded.
He swallowed hard and I could see the uneasiness on his face. “Madam, abeg, I don dey hold am since. My bladder don dey pain me sef.”
Sighing heavily after a brief consideration, I said, “Fine, you can take a leak when you find the next comfortable spot to.”
He nodded and thanked me. Soon, he pulled to a stop at the shoulder of a deserted street to urinate in the bush. I was checking my phone for any message from my husband when I looked up and my eyes caught the sight of his manh00d. A shiver ran through my body immediately and I found myself craning my neck to get a better look. Oh my God! This guy was big o! How could such a skinny young guy possess such an instrument of d€struct!ve pleasure.
When I saw him coming back and zipping his p@nts, I let him get back into the car and then stopped him just as he was about turning the key in the ignition.
“Sani, don’t start the car yet.” I said.
He turned in his seat to give me a puzzled look. “Madam, wetin happen?”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I blurted out before I could catch myself.
He smiled shyly. “Yes madam, her name na Mariam.”
“This Mariam girl, do you have $ex with her often?”
If he was surprised at my questions concerning his $exual life, he tried not to show it. “Madam, we dey do small small. Mariam dey complain say I too big, so she no dey really let me do like that.”
“It’s obvious that this Mariam doesn’t appreciate what she has. Anyway, Sani, have you ever £aten out a woman before?” When he gave me a confused look, I realized that he probably didn’t understand what I was talking about, so I shifted to his level. “You don suck woman thing before?”
He suddenly burst into laughter. “Mariam like that one well well.”
I smiled. I knew I had hit jackpot and I felt myself m0!stening up just at the thought of being £aten. I warily glanced around us and realized that the street we were was deserted even though it was just 9:07 in the night. “Sani, oya, switch off the headlights and come to the back.”
He gave a baffled frown. “Madam, wetin happen?”
“Just come to the back and stop asking questions.” I said impatiently.
He obeyed and soon got down the car and joined me in the back. Immediately he entered, I grabbed the front of his shirt and ki$$ed him deeply. He was stunned but when I grabbed him down there, he knew that I was not joking around. I quickly laid my back against the door and spr£ad my th!ghs for him. “Delve in.” I ordered, pushing the thong of my lace p@nties to the side.
He hesitated, probably confused and scared that this might be a trap. “Madam, wetin you want make I do?” He asked in a sc@red unsure tone.
“Do what Mariam likes to me.”
“Madam-” he started to protest.
“Go down there my friend!” I snapped, grabbed his head and pushed it down between my legs and when his tongue shyly stuck out to give my honeypot a lick, I was already gone! When ate me for more than twenty minutes and when he finally slid into me at my anxious request, he touched every nook and cranny my husband had not touched in twelve years. In fact, he overfilled me and soon the car was bouncing at our motion.
To Be Continued…

Story time:
THE LONELY WIVES:
Winifred’s POV (Point of view)
My family painted the town red on my wedding day. My wedding was on every lip. I was the talk of the town. Every girl out there envied me and I couldn’t be more proud. My husband was God-sent and I wouldn’t have wanted another husband besides him in my next life. I was so overjoyed. Being a v¹rg¹n, I had married my husband and he was so proud that I could abstain from $ex in such a generation. I had seen so much admiration in his eyes after he had defl0w€red me and I was glad that I had waited this long for the right person.
Well, my n¹ghtmare began when his company decided to take him from me and tear down my marriage. Having been given a good promotion, he had been asked to relocate to Canada to oversee the affairs of the branch over there. He told me that plans to help move his family over there would only be valid after five years which meant that I was stuck in Nigeria.
I cried like a child and couldn’t be consoled. I just couldn’t bare the thought of not being with my husband or being able to see him everyday. Even though he promised to call frequently and communicate through Skype, I knew that no video call could replace having to see him physically. I wanted to touch him, ki$$ him and embrace him but now, that wouldn’t be possible anymore even though he promised to visit every six months.
On the day he was set to go, his mother and I accompanied him to the airport. I cried from the house to the airport in the car and when it was time for him to board the plane which was soon to depart, he hugged me but I just wouldn’t let go. His mother who had come with us had to tear me away from him so that he wouldn’t miss his flight. Forgetting my first class certificate and my pride and dignity, I crumbled to the floor and wept and passers-by couldn’t help but give me curious and puzzled looks.
I know it was embarrassing for my mother-in-law but she soon joined me in shedding tears. After much consoling and after watching the plane my husband had boarded, take off, I reluctantly agreed to go home. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I was the definition of restless. Even my favourite TV program felt bland and I was disinterested in it. All I wanted was my husband. Mother-in-law stayed with me for two days but soon had to go back to her base to take care of her business and I was left all by myself in the apartment.
Although, we were rich but we still lived in a rented apartment of four bedrooms flat because of our duplex was still under construction. My husband called me with an international number two days after he arrived his destination, and immediately I heard his voice, I started to cry again. He comforted me, called me a lot of pet names, made a thousand promises and that seemed to help me pull myself together.
Well, my problem started a few weeks after my husband travelled. I didn’t miss the cuddles and snuggling anymore because I now had a bigger problem before me, and that was $ex. I was starved of it. My husband had defl0wer€d me and left me hungry for it and at this early stage of not having any $exual satisfaction, I soon became frustrated and disoriented. Whenever I saw a movie and two people were ki$$ing in it, my l0in moistened up immediately. Watching Game of Thrones was not easy at all, with all the characters going at it like it was part of their daily obligations.
I didn’t know what to do. I could not ma$turbate because it just wasn’t my thing and I had no one to discuss it with besides my friends, Patricia and Amarachi. They were both married but like me, their husbands were always away for one reason or the other and I wondered how they managed to hold their bodies and deal with their $exual cravings.
When I explained my plight to them, they both burst into laughter and high-fived each other with knowing smiles and I wondered what both women were hiding from me. They were wives of wealthy men and had almost everything money could buy except the attention of their husbands. I tried to coerce them into telling me what their secrets were but Amarachi only shook her head and said before she sipped her glass of chadonnay “You will not understand, Winifred.” She told me.
Almost a fortnight later, I discovered Patricia’s $ecret myself. I was sitting beside her in her Jeep at the back of the car while her driver, Sani drove us to her large boutique where we were to stop for her to pick up something before we went for the wedding reception of an acquaintance. We were chitchatting and I noticed that Patricia and her driver kept exchanging $ecret glances and smiles through the rearview mirror. The first time it happened, I thought nothing of it but when it happened the third time I realised that something weird was definitely up.
I said something to Patricia that made her laugh and then Sani, the driver suddenly interfered by chipping in his own words, leaving me surprised that a driver would dare interfere in a discussion between his madam and her friend and just when I thought Patricia would scold him for such an act, she laughed instead and added: “You are such a naughty boy, Sani.”
I held my peace and said nothing at her surprising statement. When we finally reached her boutique, she asked me to wait for her in the car as she got down. As she was about to go, she paused and said, “Sani, please bring the bag from the trunk to my office now.” With these words, she disappeared into her boutique where the security guard and her staff greeted her warmly and through the glass wall, I saw her simply acknowledge their greetings with a wave of a hand before walking up the stairs to her office above.
Sani soon disappeared into the boutique too, carrying a polythene bag. I sighed and waited in the car and slowly, time ticked by. Several minutes later, I was already growing impatient and when I checked my wristwatch, I realized that Patricia had been gone for more than thirty minutes. I wondered what was keeping her for so long and she was very well aware that we would be late for the wedding reception if we didn’t leave soon. I pulled out my smart phone and dialed her number but she didn’t take my call. I dialed her five more times, yet no answer.
In frustration, I got down the car and walked into the boutique. The staff didn’t care to stop me when I made for the stairs because they were familiar with me, instead they greeted me with warm smiles. I went up the stairs and without bothering to knock, I opened the door and what greeted my sight was a shock.
On the office desk, laid my friend on her back with her t wide open. Her pa@nti€s hung around one and kneeling on the floor before her was Sani the driver. His h€ad was buried between her t and the way he was eating her sh@ved Honeypot while he twisted her n!pples simultaneously, one would think he had not eaten for days.
What struck me more was the way my friend whose eyes were closed, was mo@ning and squ!rming and pulling his head closer for more like she was high on something. She had z!pped down her lace dress, taken her arms out of the sleeves so that she could bare her massive bre@sts and leave them to the mercy of her driver’s squ€ezing hands. The worst thing is that they were so engrossed in this 0ral act that they were oblivious to my presence.
“Patricia!” I cried out in d!sgust. I had never had 0ral $ex in my life because the thought of it seemed so repuls!ve and I had v0wed never to indulge in such an unholy act.
She suddenly jolted to a sitting position while Sani was so startled by the sound of my voice that he reeled back and hit his head against the wall. Since he was still dressed, he quickly dashed out of the office unable to meet my eyes.
“Your driver?!” I asked in disbelief.
To Be Continued…

This is your reminder to stop shrinking to fit into places you’ve outgrown. Elevate your mindset, your space, and your spirit. You’re not being left behind you’re being set apart for something bigger.
Walk in confidence.
Dress with intention.
Speak with purpose.
Believe like it’s already yours.