My job does not stuff my pockets with lots of money, but I have more than enough to get by. And, as I had just told my father-in-law (who’s a pastor) my wife is the best woman any man could ask for. Her strong religious background is ever so reflected in all her actions. She might come across as stiff, but her purity is equivalent to that of a nun, her purity is matched by her beauty, this beauty is also matched by her goodness, and her goodness is only matched by her dedication to her job.

And the financial rewards are quite impressive.

Only a few women will make that much more than their husband and still remain humble.

I don’t have the words to describe it.

Many men talk about how good their wives are – out of duty, or they say it just to look good. That’s not what this is. Let me try to explain it; as head of business relations for a growing company my wife travels often, but this has barely affected how she runs our home. She’s the kind of woman who keeps abreast of the going ons in her home regardless of where she is. She’s the kind of woman that wouldn’t stay a second longer than she has to in a meeting – just so she could be home with her family. I remember one time she staggered out from a gruelling 5 day conference immediately after it was officially ended, 20 minutes later a staff realized she’d left her file on the table. The staff looked around for a few minutes and couldn’t find her, only to call her phone and she answered it at the airport…about to board a flight home. That’s her level of dedication to her family.

As I drove on I couldn’t help smiling at my good fortune. I’m one lucky dude. I had just arrived Abuja an hour ago. I didn’t tell my wife that I was coming because I wanted to surprise her.

Before you start jumping to conclusions, I would like you to know that it didn’t go the way you’re thinking. I didn’t go to her hotel and find her in bed with another man. Sorry to disappoint you.

You see, we didn’t hide anything from each other. So, I had her hotel room number, her Assistant’s number, the conference location, I even had the head usher’s number in case my wife and her Assistant couldn’t answer their phones. That’s the kind of woman I married. Total trust.

I even felt a bit guilty about not telling her that I was in Abuja, but I knew she would like the surprise…and would love the distraction.

I checked the time, 2:16pm. I knew the conference would last till 4pm, so I had planned to make the acquaintance of Chief, an oil tycoon whom a friend connected me with. We had spoken on the phone and he was expecting me.

I replayed the conversation in my mind again.

The man hadn’t wanted to see me, and didn’t hide that fact. The only reason he listened to my business proposition was because my friend whom he’s quite fond of is his brother’s brother-in-law’s son. The man was brash, crude and quite vulgar on the phone. When I told him where I’ll be coming from, he preferred to talk about his escapades with girls in my town. Now, I grew up around university students, so if there’s one thing I’d mastered it’s vulgarity and how to tell realistic erotic stories.

After over an hour of trading dirty stories (trust me to make mine so extreme I could hear his quickened breathing), the man and I had become fast friends (a match made in evil-heaven), and he asked me to fly to Abuja the next day to meet with him.

He said he was glad I wasn’t a dull ‘church-boy’ like my friend, his in-law. He also said a couple of his friends were in the country, and if I were any good I could be the one showing them a good time when they come to my town. It’s not everyday that a man gets such an opportunity to swim with powerful men like that.

So, I flew to Abuja the next day. A friend of mine was generous enough to lend me his car. I planned to sleep in my wife’s hotel room, and fly back home the next day.

I didn’t think my wife would approve of this erotic approach to business with Chief. In fact, I knew she would frown and start warning me that these men would only lead me to destruction and eternal damnation. I too, didn’t approve of this method of hooking up with powerful men, but, hey, I have to pay bills.

I shook my head and brought myself back to the present. I’ll deal with my lovely wife later. Right now, I have a task ahead. If that task requires a vulgar, crude guy with little or no moral values, then that’s what I’ll be.

I followed the instructions given to me by Chief, and found his house with ease. I identified myself to the mobile policemen at the gate and was directed to park. As expected, the car park was filled with assorted exotic cars. A young man came out of the house and asked me to follow him. We walked into what I would only describe as a palace, up a flight of stairs and into a private waiting room where I was asked to “…please sit down. Chief will be with you shortly.”. Surprisingly, Chief came out in less than 5 minutes. I was impressed at the simplicity of such a powerful man. I jumped up to greet him. He wasn’t a handsome man, but he had the kind of smooth easy features that only unlimited wealth can give. He also had a beer gut. Oh my! That gut was something.

He also looked a bit tipsy, and smelled of liquor.

“Chief, good day, sir!” I said.

He said a quick “How nah?”, then gave me a look over. Taking in the slender frame, the mischievous smile on my face, he said “Bad boy. Yes, you be like person wey like f**k well well”.

I laughed my most devilish suggestive laugh, with the fake relaxed air of an accomplice. I was eager to let him know that I had flexible morals and was down for whatever. I’m a hustler, baby.

He asked if I wanted a drink, I said no, but I wouldn’t mind a massage if he had girls around. I pretended to look at him afraid and hopeful. It had the effect I wanted. The man laughed, “You’re hopeless.”. He looked like he’d just found his soulmate. He looked me straight in the eye as if he was trying to make a decision. Then he got up and asked me to follow him.

As we walked down a small hallway, he explained that his friends were around, and were being given a run for their money by one of his girls. ‘F**king machine’, he called her. This girl could take on a whole platoon and still want more.”In the past one year, do you know how many of my guys that have tried and nearly collapsed on top of her?”

He laughed.

“The girl de baaad. Anytime men start talking rubbish about how white girls are something else, I invite them to Nigeria. Just a taste of this girl the person go just quiet.”.

I laughed nervously. I didn’t plan to have sex with another woman, talk more some nymphomaniac young girl. As a matter of fact, since I married my wife I’d not been with another woman. I am pretending to be without decency, but I am NOT without decency. I am a man married to a beautiful responsible mother of two. I can’t come here and have sex with some twenty-something year old girl – in the presence of some dirty rich men. All because of money.

My God! What have I gotten myself into?

I made a quick decision. If this is what it takes to make that money, so be it. I’ll never tell my wife about this. I will make this money and spoil her silly, but I would NEVER tell her whatever I end up doing here today.

With anger now mixing with the adrenaline suddenly pumping into my veins, I knew the young nympho was in for a rough experience. She would rue the day she set eyes on me.

I walked into a dim room with Chief, my heart filled with a sexual fatalistic viciousness.

The four men in the slightly stuffy room were all naked. One was sitting down and pressing his phone, one was sitting on one side of the huge bed, one was just getting off the girl, while the other was prepping to get on her. All four of them were sweating like any middle aged man should when he’s being handled by a young nymphomaniac.

I was shocked as I recognized the man about to mount the girl as a popular politician I’d seen on TV many times. I composed myself and walked closer to the bed only to freeze again.

Lying naked on the bed with the men’s sweat glistening on her skin was my wife.

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