My Side Chick (Story Of A Cheating Husband) Episode 8


I don’t understand Betty’s message, is she mad? What is this girl trying to pull? Is she trying to bring me down? I asked myself over a hundred questions while driving. I started feeling heat from inside; I was confused, is she trying to play on my intelligence?

Pregnant? how can that be possible? I have never impregnated any lady by mistake in my life. Even in my school days, I can have sex with more than two girls per day and none of them have apprehended me with such intention.

I start to flash back to when we had sex, I remembered I didn’t released inside her the first day we had sex, or could it be when we had it inside the car? She sat on me, so it’s possible o. OMG! What have I done, this is a big problem o. I called her but she refused to pick the call, I won’t let this girl spoil my mood, let me just drive home and get back to her later.

When I get home, everywhere was dark, what is going on? I could see light on my way now, is something wrong with our light? Did we owe electricity bill? I wanted to switch on the torch on my phone, someone just grabbed me from the back, I was shocked (What is going on inside my own house?), I could feel the breast of a woman, and I noticed the person is naked. Who is this?

I can’t help it than to ask that question, but she didn’t say anything, she kissed me passionately and pushed me on the sofa inside my living room, it was like a dream, she removed my belt and pulled off my trouser, I know it was Cynthia, but why is she doing this? I don’t want to spoil the mood so I played along. Before I know it she had put my dick in her pussy, pounding me differently. (Wait a minute, is this really Cynthia? Or Betty has invaded my house?).

The way the woman was fucking me is just like that of Betty, I wasn’t sure until she started screaming “Congratulations baby, Congrats love! Congrats hubby… that is what she keeps saying, wow! Is this really Cynthia grinding me this hard? I am still thinking why she surprises me with sex and not just sex, sex that I haven’t had for over three years with her.

I tried to switch on the torch on my phone and look at her face, she was all over me; she looked like a big bitch. She collected the phone and threw it somewhere, she whispered to my ear, “Baby please give me from the back”.

Eh! Cynthia? I whisper back “As you wish my love”, I stood up and pounce my wife from behind, she keeps saying congrats baby, give it to me baby, fuck me harder baby….. I came like three times, we had sex for over one hour, we moved into the bedroom while I carry and forget my dick in her pussy. She gave me the sex I think I could only get from Betty.

After the sex, she on the light and laid on me, she looks very tired, I asked in a lower voice; “but where is my daughter?” and she said she took her to her parents, I asked why she would do that without my consent but she said the school is on holiday and I remembered we had an agreement that she will spend her holiday with Cynthia’s parent. But Cynthia, this is big, where did you get all the strength? Cynthia was also amazed with my performance, but baby, you haven’t changed at all. (Why will I, I am young and agile).

Cynthia asked if we should go for another round in the kitchen, but I disagreed, do you want me to pass out. I still have work to do tomorrow. I asked why she decided to give me that kind of sex, Cynthia exhaled and said she knows I have only been coping with her all these while, she said she is only scared to look old because of too much sex, that is why she has been taking it easy with herself.

Cynthia confessed that she just missed me and my promotion gives her opportunity to make it a surprise. I gave a big kiss, I looked, wow! She is the sexiest woman ever, she is as beautiful as the day we met, I love my wife so much, only if we do this time to time, would I have the strength to fuck around.

I think every woman should learn from my wife’s mistake. I said I have good news for her, she sit alright and asked what it is. I put my hand on her neck and dragged her closer; I said my promotion is attached with a trip to Dubai. I will be going to Dubai in three weeks’ time.

Cynthia was amazed and hugged me, baby this is great, I replied, it’s great but the greatest part is we are going together. She jumped up, do you mean it? I said yea, the bank gave us the opportunity to go with one person and you know there is no other.

She smiled and said she will be glad to go with me. She said we should celebrate it too, so I asked what she want, she said we will be having the kind of sex we had every day for the next two months (I laugh).

Hmmmm! It’s not a bad idea baby, we were still talking about Dubai, I noticed I had a message but I don’t want to read it beside Cynthia, I tried to excuse her by asking her to give me water. I opened my phone and I realised the message is from Betty, it reads

“David, don’t play smart on me, you are there enjoying with your wife and you leave me here in this condition. See if I do not see you tomorrow, I will call your wife and tell her everything, I will ruin you, I will ruin your marriage, I have nothing to lose. Shey you are mad abi?” try me!

Betty is threatening me? I think I have actually crossed the line this time. I need this girl no more, she is a threat to my wife and marriage. What should I do with Betty oh Lord?
To be continued..

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