ESCAPADES - Episode 1

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TRUE LIFE STORY
“Have a wonderful trip honey,” my husband said at Murtala Muhammad International airport. “I will see you in two weeks,” he added. “I can’t wait to see you darling. I will miss you a lot,” I answered. I walked past security and disappeared towards my flight gate. My husband was an oil mogul in the country with oil wells all over Niger delta. Money was the least of my worries. On the other hand, sexual satisfaction was something that eluded me in my marriage. My husband was getting up in age, while I was still in the prime of my youth. I had wangled my way into his heart with my charming beauty. Before he knew it, he left his wife of many years to marry me. At the time, I was as old as one of his younger daughters. Needless to say that his family hates me. Well, there was not much they could do about it…well, for a while.

As soon as I left my husband behind, my mind switched to Tari. Tari was a younger good looking guy – he was quite younger than myself and he had a libido to go with it. I had run into him at the University of Abuja while visiting a friend of my husband’s there. As a matter of fact, Tari is the son of one of husband’s business associate’s wife’s personal English tutor. My husband’s business associate in question was in the senate at the time and his family and Tari’s are…well, were close friends apart from the tutoring thing. Let’s call my husband’s business associate Olague. Olague’s wife, Stephanie, is a good friend of mine. She had serious problem expressing herself in English so she hired Tari’s mother, a lecturer at University of Abuja to help. She needed to stop embarrassing her husband at public gatherings.

“Who is the young man over there?” I had asked Stephanie. “Oh, that is Tari, my English tutor’s son. He comes around to pick up his mother after our English lesson.” “He must be a good boy.” “Yes he is,” Stephanie confirmed. I had my eyes on the young man right away. I could not let Stephanie know. This was a mission I had to accomplish on my own. I quickly found out which days Stephanie had her English classes. I was supposed to fly out to Port Harcourt that week, but I quickly moved my plans around to hang around Abuja a little longer. Three days later, I packed outside Stephanie’s house in Asokoro. I saw Tari drop his mother off. I was quick to block his exit from the street, forcing him to stop after dropping off his mother. He would drop her off and pick her up two to three times a week.

He parked and walked over to me. “Madam, you are blocking the street,” he said politely. My world; his voice was like liquid gold. I nearly melted in my seat. “Am I? I am sorry to block a handsome young man like you. So what do you do,” I am a student ma.” He was very innocent. “Let me take you out one of these evenings,” I said handing him my card with an envelope. In the envelope was fifty thousand Naira. I drove off without saying another word. Who would resist such an offer? Soon, Tari was thinking of hundreds of thousands and then millions. At first he did not call, but shortly afterwards, my phone rang and I picked it. It was that voice. I could tell right away. He was a bit fidgety. I calmed him down and asked him his account number. I wired him a hundred thousand Naira and asked him to book a flight and meet me in Kaduna.

I could not take chances. Kaduna is one of the places where my husband does not know too many people, so I spent a whole weekend with Tari. I spoiled the young man and from then one, he and I were touring the country. I dragged him away from his studies at university, but with a lot of money flowing towards him in close succession, he did not have time to think about school.

After cruising through Nigeria from Obudu to Kaduna, Owerri to Awka, Lagos to Ibadan, Abeokuta to Calabar and Uyo…I decided to claim his heart for keeps. I helped him get a visa to the UK. He had flown to London already waiting for me while my husband dropped me off at the airport. I was restless on the flight. I could not wait to see Tari. I had not seen him in nearly three weeks. Hardly any week went by without our seeing each other. As soon as we arrived in London, I took a black taxi straight from the airport. Soon, I was in his arms. When my husband called, I was lying naked beside Tari while telling him that I was shopping on Bond Street. The man had no clue. If only he had the stamina to go the miles like Tari, then….maybe, I would not be flying around with Tari. Mind you, Tari was my fourth of fifth toy. I had tried a whole bunch of them before finding a younger man who could truly satisfy me.

Tari and I partied hard in London, clubbing, cruising on the River Thames and so on. Soon, months rolled into years and Tri and I were still going strong. I spoiled him to bits. Money has an incredible power. Tari made excuses about his poor performance at school and eventually failed out. His parents were devastated given that both of them were in academia. I promised him jobs in oil companies, and I did make good my promise to him. His parents, friends and relatives had no clue how he got the job. As the years went by, I spent little time raising my own kids while I was chasing after Tari. I guess you can’t cheat nature. Age slowly began to creep in on me too. I had plastic surgery in America to reverse the hands of time on my body, and it worked…for a while.

On the other hand, Tari was beginning to get tired of me. He had begun to look at younger girls and he made enough money to treat them like I did treat him. “You must stop cheating on me, Tari. If you keep chasing around these little girls, I will make sure you lose your job,” I threatened. He knew I could do it too. “I am not cheating on you!” He declared. Poor thing, I had hired someone to follow him around and he had no clue. I knew it was a matter of time though before the load broke the camel’s back. It was not Tari’s games with younger girls that dealt me a terrible blow. It was Karma.

One summer, I had flown to Portugal with Tari. While we were meandering the streets of Lisbon like teenagers in love for the first time – well I was crazy about him; I saw my own daughter walking arm in arm with a family friend…a close family friend. The man in question was almost three times her age. He must have thrown a lot of money at her; besides, my husband and I were never there, so he must have provided her some much needed love too. I was shocked. I wanted to run to them and choke his neck. How could I, I had a much younger man in my arm, following me like a sheep follows a shepherd. I did not let Tari touch me that night. I rebooked our flights and flew back to Nigeria. My daughter who was supposed to be at university was in Lisbon with a much older family friend. I did not know how to break the news to my husband because I was meant to be in Paris that week myself.

My husband would have asked me why I did not even slap the life out of her. How could I when I was holding and smooching Tari. Apart from the physical inhibition, I had suddenly a much deeper unseen inhibition in my conscience. I made frantic efforts to avoid Tari, and start my life anew. It was not easy. Habits die hard. I still craved him physically even though I did not want him in my heart. I stayed home and cooked for my husband. Tari wanted me, not because he cared, but because he enjoyed the extra money, the trips and the exotic gifts. I walked away from him for a while until he called to tell me that I should pay him twenty-five million Naira else, he’d send pictures of us together to my husband. YOUR SIN WILL SURELY FIND YOU OUT! Mine did. Tari sent me pictures of both of us in compromised positions and threatened to send copies to my husband, his family and my children. He even threatened to tell my friend Stephanie and his husband about it. I guess he became a beast – some people including myself can be blinded by money. He wanted twenty five million Naira from me to keep him quiet.     STORY CONTINUES...
The above story was written by Efe Ochuko (actual name withheld), from her base and was edited by moofyme.com editorial team. She is one fan who gives us a lot of support and reads everything we publish. We are very glad to share her staggering true life story with you. She is a changed person now.




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