Pastor’s second wife episode 2 – 3

Pastor’s second wife episode 2
I am sure you are aware your friend is pregnant again. That was his first statement when we met in his office. I chose his office for the venue of the meeting to avoid suspicion. “Which of my friend sir?” I asked him sarcastically. The way he looked at me, I could read surprise on his face. “You mean you are not aware?” He asked.
I didn’t say anything until he gave the answer to my question. “Stella of course”, he replied shamefully. Of course, that was what I wanted. Who is responsible for her pregnancy sir? I queried my pastor again. He looked at me with disbelieve. But this time I was ready for pastor, it wasn’t going to be business as usual. I refused to look at his face so I won’t feel bad.
Sister Mercy I need you to do this last favour for me and I will never come to ask for more, he said. What favour sir? Are you the one responsible for the pregnancy this time again?
I thought you are a man of God? This is the fifth time you are impregnating your own member and you are not ashamed of this evil act sir. Your wife has been looking unto God for the fruit of the womb for almost ten years and you can’t give her a baby.
Instead of killing all these babies why don’t you keep this one? Maybe that is the last baby you will ever have in your lifetime. I have made a covenant with my God that I will never be part of this again. I don’t want to further stain my hands with innocent blood. Please count me out sir.
Immediately, I picked my bag to walk out on him. He quickly stood up from his seat and grabbed me. ”Please Sister Mercy you can’t go, he almost went on his knees begging me. While I was struggling to force my way out, his right hand touched my br-ast and I felt a s-nsation that turned me on immediately.
He did not remove his hand from my br-ast, and on a deep look into his eyes; you could read on my face saying; “what is happening?” My legs were glued to the floor, my voice became faint. I tried to explain to my mind what was happening but I couldn’t.
This must be a spell, but I wanted more of the touch from his soft hand so I didn’t resist him. Our eyes communicated without a word from both of us.
Rather than leaving my br-ast he held it firmer and tried to squeeze it, then my voice opened up, what do you think you are doing pastor? I quarreled. “I am sorry, this is the hand work of Satan”, he said and disengaged from me.
When I left his office, I began to wonder what transpired between me and pastor Olumodeji. Did he use charm on me or what? Was that the same thing he did to Stella that he was able to impregnate her for five times? I called Stella immediately. Where are you Stella? “I have been trying to call you since but unable to”, she said. “Did he call you?” She asked.
Yes he did and that is why I am calling you now. We need to talk.
How will I tell my friend what just happened between me and pastor; a man she’s pregnant for? I went to see him to solve a problem but another problem had arisen. At this time, I stopped blaming my friend for getting pregnant for him five times.
It is not her fault. There’s something different with pastor Olumodeji’s touch that an average woman cannot resist. I tried to lift that thought of the touch out of my mind but it kept flashing back lustfully. I told Stella I will be with her shortly but here I am thinking about the touch from the pastor after two hours.
Mercy, what is wrong with you? I asked myself frankly. I have never felt this way in my life. How can I explain to my conscience that I am beginning to fall in love with my pastor because of one touch? “This is strange.” I told myself. I need to go and see Stella now, but what will I tell her?
Episode 3
Can you see what I have been through all these years? I have made up my mind more than twenty times never to have anything to do with this pastor again but I have repeatedly found myself going back to my vomit again. You have seen it yourself, Stella lamented.
This is obviously why many people cannot resist s€×ual advances from pastors. I began to confess my sins for all the evil I have said concerning the ladies who were found to have illicit affairs with pastors. My dear sisters reading this story, hear my advice; stay away from the anointed, you may not be able to resist the temptation.
Now back to the main issue about Stella’s pregnancy. I began to tell myself I won’t involve myself in this evil act again. Whatsoever that will happen should happen, I am out this time. I needed to also be careful not to hurt Stella. I must present it to her in a manner it won’t hurt her. Even though I am yet to overcome the lust I suddenly developed for Stella’s man after he accidentally touched my br-ast, did I say Stella’s man? I mean our pastor. Maybe I should discuss my feelings with my resident pastor. But my resident pastor is junior to pastor Olumodeji. I waved that idea away, a junior pastor cannot handle a case involving a senior pastor.
Three weeks later, Stella had finished arrangements on her plan to disappear and move to a new location where no one knows her. But where exactly are you going to? Who are you going to meet over there? I asked Stella. I will like to keep this away from you. I know when my people start looking for me you will surely bring them to where I am. Trust me, I will be fine, I can take care of myself and my baby. Just let this be a secret between us. My action will save the church a wh0le lot of trouble, She said. I couldn’t hold back my tears for fear of what will befall my friend. How will she survive with three months pregnancy in a strange land? What will I tell people when they start looking for her? How will I ever explain that I don’t know the whereabout of my best friend? I hope this will not land me into trouble. Fear began to find its way into my heart.
Managing fear, lust and loneliness was the most difficult thing to do at the same time. Fear for my friend, lust for pastor and loneliness created by the absence of my friend. I became extremely overwhelmed and sick. Since Stella left, pastor Olumodeji had not given me rest with calls and text messages. I have been avoiding his calls and messages just to stay away from him. I had planned to go for 3 days mountain prayers to deal with all these issues confronting me.
On a Friday I was to go for my mountain prayers before 7 am, pastor Olumodeji stormed my house unannounced. I was so shocked to see him. When he knocked at the door, I just ordered him to come in without even asking who it was. Sir, what are you doing in my house this early? I managed to ask him without salutation. “Where is Stella?”, he asked too without courtesy. Sir, I should be the one asking you where Stella is. She’s carrying your baby and you should know her whereabouts. Sir, nothing must happen to my friend. You better find her wherever you have taken her to. My senior pastor knelt down and began to beg me. “Please tell me where Stella is.” Please, sir, you are embarrassing me by kneeling before me. I will not leave here until you take me to where Stella is, he insisted. What’s this o God, what would I tell this man? He obviously knows I knew about Stella’s disappearance but he will never believe me if I tell him I don’t know her whereabouts. I moved closer to him to lift him up from his knees but couldn’t due to his weight. Halfway he slipped out of my hands and landed on my bed. Trying to regain my balance I staggered and fell on top of him. He tried to lift me up but I fell again and this time none of us was ready to make any attempt to disengage again. We began to look at each other, eye balls to eye balls.
I guess you are anxious to know what happened next. It was an ugly experience.
Tbc