At 28, I was single and working. Moderately tall, effacingly fair and thick-lipped, I had a particularly titillating body frame that made my personality ooze sexuality from afar. I had big boobs that bounced at every opportunity.

On a bright Tuesday  morning , I had been woken from my deep slumber by my phone alarm. The time was 6a.m I needed to visit the bank. So I had to rush.

 Instantly, I rushed to the bathroom. The Nigerian banking system was fraught with its delays and inconsistencies. I was determined to beat the queue.

After my bath, there was the confusion over what to wear. Each time I visited my wardrobe, I found a willing solution. I chose a short blue gown cut into a v-shape at the chest region. My heaving chests were God’s gift to me. I was not going to hide these twin beauties for any thing in the world.

 After some minutes, i hopped into my car and made way towards the Classic bank, a new generation bank Iocated  few minutes away from my place of residence. The time was few minutes to 9 a.m . The queue was by no means a short one. It was indeed a thin line twirling into twisted shapes of tired Nigerians.

With my habitual arresting elegant catwalk, I strolled to join the queue.  The usual time for opening was 8 a.m Why was the bank not opened for customers ?I wondered

Soon, a young man sauntered from the bank entrance towards the queue. His looks and charm, more than anything else, caught my attention.

He was a young, urbane, bespectacled gentleman. Draped in a smartly fitting blue shirt with the signature red tie, I knew he was a staff of the bank. His tall, muscular shoulders fitted perfectly into the shirt curve.

His shirt was tucked into a brown, smart, well ironed trousers that accentuated his smartness. His glasses did nothing to mask his handsome look, which was embellished with his afro hairstyle and stylish moustache.

“Good morning everyone. My name is Gbenga. I am here to apologise for the delay in attending to customers today. This is due to unforeseen technical issues with out server. We can all begin to file in now”

 Instantly, I found Mr Gbenga the very centre of my attraction. His looks, charm, graces and elocution were embellished with the smiles he flashed as he addressed the now baying crowd. Instantly, I began to secretly wish he would attend to me.

After few minutes, we filed in and waited on the queue. As each person on the queue ahead of me was attended to, I tried a cursory search for my instant bank crush. He was nowhere to be found . Or so I thought.

“ Good morning please. Are you withdrawing or depositing?

I had been lost frantically searching for my ‘lost’ bank crush. But as I looked back, the two customers in front had been attended to. I was next in line. The banker to attend to me was Gbenga.

Pleasantly surprised and caught off guard, I assumed an air of normality.

“ withdrawal please”

“Wow, so rich a young madam”, Gbenga said, with an air of jocularity

“The billionaire banker has spoken!”, I responded in a similar, jocular tone.

“ What is your name ma’am? He asked

“ Judith “, I responded.

Soon, transaction was completed. Gbenga handed over my cash withdrawal of 50thousand naira to me. But attached to the withdrawal was a short note he scribbled while I was busy avoiding his tempting luscious eyes

“0814568…… Give me a call and let’s talk about you”

The note was crispy, fringy and commanding”. As a beautiful lady with the right assets in the right places, I was used to having guys beg for my number before they finally had it.

Niyi, before the accident, was my incredibly sexy husband. It is not uncommon to attribute sexiness in the romantic milieu to females. However, I take this exception due to Niyi’s uniquely urbane and seductive personality.

Tall, gangling and smartly draped, Niyi evoked a sense of naturalness and efflorescence that triggered my libidinal instincts. Niyi, as husband and father to my six month old Jake, was a good man.. He made me want and want him over again.

From the sitting room sofa to the glistening corridors of our modest 3 bedroom flat, Niyi kissed, smooched and licked my body with resist. He was the type to enter the kitchen, grab me from behind, pull down my top and lick my nip*les helplessly.

He was the very epitome of loyalty and fidelity. He praised me to high heavens through his regular social updates about me. I also had access to his phone at will.

Niyi was a cex maniac, and he was just so good with it. Even after several rounds of lovemaking, he always found a way to make each bout memorable. He bent me into different shapes, taught me styles and initiated rounds of cex on a regular basis. He was a doting and cexy lover who titillated me to cex unswervingly and gorgeously.

Then, like a thunderbolt, came the accident. As human resource head of a multinational, Niyi had joined his team of four on an interstate official trip. It was a professional development conference.

Their car got enmeshed in a ghastly car accident. Niyi was not spared. By the time I was called from the office, Niyi had already been rushed the hospital.

On getting to the hospital, my once-upon-a-time- active Niyi, was there bedridden, immobile, attached to multiple life-saving machines.

“ Am afraid his knee got irreparably fractured. He won’t be able to walk unaided again”, the doctor’s bombshell was slamming, evoking a tone of finality that spelled doom for our marriage.

I stood with Niyi. But not without consequences. His immobility had affected our marriage, especially our finances. But, more than anything else, our cex life was not spared.

Niyi lost the energy, vibe and stamina for cex. Each time he wanted me, I had to struggle to lift him off the wheelchair. But it was no longer at ease. The falcons could not hear the Falconer.

I was confined to kissing his jaded lips and, occasionally, sucking his wearied d*ck. All bereft of fun and fantasy associated with our marriage.

I grew moody, sad , angry and needy. I became helplessly h*rny and restlessly forlorn. We barely exchanged words. Without respect to his incapacitating, my body needed the old Niyi. The active, sexy, baying Niyi, whose d*ck plunged and ploughed my pu**y with reckless abandon. In need of a solution to my sexual urges, I drew closer to Seun, Niyi’s  close friend.