The church next door episode 3
THE CHURCH NEXT DOOR – Episode 3
It was about three am in the morning when I snapped out of my sleep struggling with a panic attack. I had woken up with dread at the sound of my own voice. “Annie please don’t do this! I beg of you don’t!” Those were the words I was saying in my sleep. I had sprung up from my sleep thinking my wife had heard me. It was a mighty relief when I found her soundly asleep next to me. I could hear the sound of my own heart beating rapidly. My bones seemed to have been crushed and my strength gone. Clueless and confused, I climbed out of the bed and headed for the guest room. My night had been soured by Annie’s threat to give my wife the videos and pictures of my s€×ual escapades with her.
All the while I was unfaithful to my wife, cavorting with Annie, I never came home and treated my wife and kids with disrespect or gave them the impression that I was too busy to spare time for them. No!
That never happened. I was always a happy dad to my kids and a rom-ntic husband to my wife. Sadly, this very night, I was morose at the dining table. Anita Magbere’s threat had taken the wind out of my sails. I could not play hide-and-seek with my two children and neither had I time for late night play with my wife. My wife was the rom-ntic type. She liked it a lot for me to touch certain parts of her body and be very exploratory with her body in ways that will make an average man go bananas. I had been barely managing to meeting this need of hers by letting her sleep in my arms and by k-ssing her to sleep. However, on this night, I feigned sleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I wanted my wife to think I had slept off so I could have some time to myself to hatch the means to stop Annie from exposing me to my wife. I could not tell when I slept off and began to have the nightmare where I was pleading with Annie not to reveal to my wife the graphic scenes from my s€×ual romp with her. When I knelt down to pray in the guest room, the first thing I asked God was to make my wife forget whatever she might have heard while I was talking out loud from my sleep. After that selfish request, I began to pray for God to give Annie a change of heart. I cried and took vows before God about the things I would do if he gave Annie a change of heart. I vowed to God that I will never so much as look at any woman besides my wife. I was so heartbroken that no words could capture the magnitude of pains in my heart. Isn’t it amazing how precious the people we cheated become when we get caught or are in danger of losing our relationsh¡p with them. The more I thought about how pretty my wife was in spite of the two children we had, and how far behind Annie was to her in terms of beauty, I felt like breaking my neck. For the life of me, I could not explain why I cheated on my wife in the first place. In all fairness to Annie, she was not better than my wife in bed. Back in the day when I still had the fear of God, I would leave work running home to be with my wife; and that was because of the things she did in bed with me. Her imaginations about s€× can easily trump those of the best s€×ual experts.
I still cannot count how many times I came how from work and met my wife stark unclad on the couch and her legs spread wide waiting for me. She simply knew how to rock her man. There were days when she would use her l¡pstick to draw the shape of her on her private part. My job when I returned home from work would be to clean it off and draw a better one, while touching her just the way she wanted. Do I speak of the days she would open the door to me standing unclad before me using the f-word to guide me toward her spread legs? So why did I cheat on her, God? Why did I do it? My guess is that I cheated my wife because of evil association. I had allowed myself to listen to corrupt conversations from the l-ips of unsaved, immoral, and ungodly men. My uncle was one of them. He had sown an evil seed in my heart the day he asked me, “Have you fu.cked any other woman other than your wife?” Though I had recoiled in shock at the lurid words from his l-ips, I was so stupid to have sat back and listened to him narrate, with the look of glee on his face, how he enjoyed many other women, and finished off his s€×ually graphic tales with the comments, “I will encourage you to try it David. Give your wife some break and fu.ck some university girls. You need it for a change.” I can swear on my life that it was on that day that the evil seed which later manifested as Anita Magbere was sown in my heart. You see, God is always right. In his word, he says, “Evil company corrupts good manners.” Even though I knew this truth, I allowed myself to be led away into sin. Whatever doubts I had about following my uncle’s advice was swept away when I heard the seemingly exciting stories of my work colleagues who also cheated their wives. They made it look like a great fun and some achievement to cheat on one’s wife. So when I started my own company and hired Annie, at the back of my mind, I knew she would try to sed-ce me one day. In fact, I looked forward to it. This was the reason when she began to ash her b-obs before me during those moments we were alone in my office, I did little to stop her. For all I know, I encouraged her to show me more of her mammary glands by saying nothing. I guess she knew that also and continued to show off her thighs, br-ast and stomach to me at every chance she got. I was forced to snap out of my long reverie when I heard a foot step outside the door. When the door creaked open and my wife looked in, her pretty face was wrapped up in multiple layers of intimidating frown.
“Good morning love,” I greeted. She stared at me coldly, closed the door and left. Her reaction was the push I needed to make up my mind to kill Anita Magbere. “God I can’t lose her! Annie must die!” I mumbled with shaky l-ips. Springing to my feet, I ran after my wife. I was certain she must have heard me repeating Annie’s name in the night. While I made a dash for my wife, a thought occurred to me, how are you able to come up with the thought of murder? This is not who you are. Trust God David. Almost immediately, my hærd stance to kill Annie softened. However, the temptation to solve my predicament by killing her was there, though less attractive now. “Baby what is wrong? I greeted you and you did not answer me,” I inquired, pretending I was innocent. She did not answer me; all she did was to turn and sigh. When she tried to walk away, my eyes caught her br-ast bouncing under her nightgown. I felt a rush down my g—n. That was the first time I felt that way toward my wife in many years. For me it was a sign from God that my salvation was at hand. God has heard my prayer! I thought to myself. Giving her no time to get away I squeezed my eyes shut, ignoring the guilt and condemnation from the devil and began to smooch her tender parts. As if that was what she wanted, she held me firmly and mo-ned with a whisper, “Is this repentance or am I losing you, David?” “It is repentance, love,” I replied in a broken tone. “You were crying in your sleep last night and saying ‘I am sorry for doing it.’” My heart froze at that. I had to swallow several times before I could speak another word, and when I did, it was gibberish, “I will die…God all together…never…” “What are you saying?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Take me to the bedroom and do what you haven’t done in days. I was happy to obey her. At least she did not say I mentioned Annie in my sleep. It was about 11:00 AM when I left home that morning. Just as I drove outside my home, Annie’s call came in. When I picked the call, her once sweet, melodious voiced crooned, “Good morning boss.” “Good morning Annie,” I replied coldly.
“I have been waiting for your call boss. Did you tell your wife about us?” “No, I haven’t.” “I am glad you did not. I was going to make good my threats. Where are you now, sir?” “Driving to work.” “I think we need to talk.” “Yes Annie, we need to talk. Are you at the office?” “No, I am on my way back from seeing my doctor. Our baby is doing ne. Can we meet at our rendezvous or somewhere new?” “I will prefer somewhere new.” “Where do you have in mind, boss?” “Southern Sun, Ikoyi. Check into a room and wait for me.” “Aaah!” she mo-ned lustfully. To her another round of s€×ual marathon was on the cards. I dropped the call and drove to the nearest Shoprite in my neighborhood. When I got in,side, I made straight for the kitchen ware section. I bought a steel knife and a pack of kitchen hand gloves.
From there I drove to a shop where I got a body bag and face masks. After that I placed a call to someone I knew at Southern Sun, Ikoyi and made him a mouthwatering offer to help me dispose a luggage from a room I would text to him later.
STORY CONTINUES…