The Naked Truth
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Teni N Teni



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Akin is a cool dude who has a steady job, a beautiful wife and a kid. His flaw is lusting after beautiful women. First, it is with his P.A. Then, he meets an old school mate and re-ignites the old flame. His wife finally decides that she has had enough of the philandering. Not done, he starts a seriously passionate affair with another lady, Sandra.

At this point, something he never envisages happens. He is faced with the truth, but he must pay for his lusts.








In the coolness of the office, I suspended the off-line document I was reading and pressed the buzzer. That would signal Favour, my P.A, that her attention was needed. Within seconds, my office door creaked open and she stepped in.

“How far with the document I gave you to type?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’ve finished working on it.”

“That’s good.” I smiled at her. Favour had always looked gorgeous to me. For about one year now that she had been working for me, I had come to realize what a cool lady she was.

She was not only pretty, but pliant to my wishes and whims. I had enjoyed her working for me more than I had ever enjoyed anyone else. I believed she too was certainly having a good time working for me.

“When will you go on the Ibadan trip you said?” she asked.

“Possibly tomorrow. In fact, I’ll be going tomorrow. I shouldn’t be gone for long. By Friday, I should be back.”

I smiled at her, nodded and added. “How I wish you could go with me on that trip.”

She shrugged. It was a way of telling me that decision to take her with me or not rested with me.

“So, what will you want me to buy for you?” I asked.

She shrugged again and it was her turn to smile. “Something nice.”

I grinned in my characteristic manner. “Alright, I will see what I can do.”

My eyes ogled her body from head to the waist.

“Did I tell you what you’re putting on is very beautiful?”

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UltimateSpice:
The Naked Truth
(18+)


Teni N Teni



© 2020

Cover picture: Courtesy Pexels


Akin is a cool dude who has a steady job, a beautiful wife and a kid. His flaw is lusting after beautiful women. First, it is with his P.A. Then, he meets an old school mate and re-ignites the old flame. His wife finally decides that she has had enough of the philandering. Not done, he starts a seriously passionate affair with another lady, Sandra.

At this point, something he never envisages happens. He is faced with the truth, but he must pay for his lusts.








In the coolness of the office, I suspended the off-line document I was reading and pressed the buzzer. That would signal Favour, my P.A, that her attention was needed. Within seconds, my office door creaked open and she stepped in.

“How far with the document I gave you to type?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’ve finished working on it.”

“That’s good.” I smiled at her. Favour had always looked gorgeous to me. For about one year now that she had been working for me, I had come to realize what a cool lady she was.

She was not only pretty, but pliant to my wishes and whims. I had enjoyed her working for me more than I had ever enjoyed anyone else. I believed she too was certainly having a good time working for me.

“When will you go on the Ibadan trip you said?” she asked.

“Possibly tomorrow. In fact, I’ll be going tomorrow. I shouldn’t be gone for long. By Friday, I should be back.”

I smiled at her, nodded and added. “How I wish you could go with me on that trip.”

She shrugged. It was a way of telling me that decision to take her with me or not rested with me.

“So, what will you want me to buy for you?” I asked.

She shrugged again and it was her turn to smile. “Something nice.”

I grinned in my characteristic manner. “Alright, I will see what I can do.”

My eyes ogled her body from head to the waist.

“Did I tell you what you’re putting on is very beautiful?”

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My eyes ogled her body from head to the waist.

“Did I tell you what you’re putting on is very beautiful?”

She pouted her lips. “No, you did not.”

“It must be a terrible oversight. Now, let me say it clearly that you look gorgeous in that skirt and blouse of yours.”

She smiled, looking pleased. “Thanks.”

Whether she was in office wears or casual wears, I knew she remained a pretty lady. It was not difficult for her to get such complimentary comments from me.

The office we used was a small one. The firm I ran was a financial consultancy one. Among other things, we organized seminars, symposia and workshop from time to time.

Apart from me and herself, there was only one member of staff left who was the office assistant.

As usual, she would be taking over running the place when I was not around. I preferred a temporary and part-time arrangement whenever there was much work to do. To me, that was easier and more cost-effective.

My eyes went back to her body. The blouse was of sky blue color and it very much matched the midi black skirt she was wearing.

“You will not stop looking so attractive,” I muttered, held her right hand and drew her to myself.

“Hmn.”

My hand touched her waist, moved to the flat belly and slowly found its way to her bust.

There, it moved to the right side and fondled the boob there. The cup of the bra was hard. That was not what I wanted to feel.

What nestled inside was desirable and that was what I ultimately wanted. My hand lifted the blouse up and I felt the boobs.


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My eyes ogled her body from head to the waist.

“Did I tell you what you’re putting on is very beautiful?”

She pouted her lips. “No, you did not.”

“It must be a terrible oversight. Now, let me say it clearly that you look gorgeous in that skirt and blouse of yours.”

She smiled, looking pleased. “Thanks.”

Whether she was in office wears or casual wears, I knew she remained a pretty lady. It was not difficult for her to get such complimentary comments from me.

The office we used was a small one. The firm I ran was a financial consultancy one. Among other things, we organized seminars, symposia and workshop from time to time.

Apart from me and herself, there was only one member of staff left who was the office assistant.

As usual, she would be taking over running the place when I was not around. I preferred a temporary and part-time arrangement whenever there was much work to do. To me, that was easier and more cost-effective.

My eyes went back to her body. The blouse was of sky blue color and it very much matched the midi black skirt she was wearing.

“You will not stop looking so attractive,” I muttered, held her right hand and drew her to myself.

“Hmn.”

My hand touched her waist, moved to the flat belly and slowly found its way to her bust.

There, it moved to the right side and fondled the boob there. The cup of the bra was hard. That was not what I wanted to feel.

What nestled inside was desirable and that was what I ultimately wanted. My hand lifted the blouse up and I felt the boobs.


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My hand touched her waist, moved to the flat belly and slowly found its way to her bust.

There, it moved to the right side and fondled the boob there. The cup of the bra was hard. That was not what I wanted to feel.

What nestled inside was desirable and that was what I ultimately wanted. My hand lifted the blouse up and I felt the boobs.

“We are in the office, Mister,” she said without conviction. I grunted and carried on with what I was doing.

It was not the first time we would be having amorous session in the office. As my side chick, it was now becoming the norm to do ‘this’ to her.

Sometimes, I could not even wait till we closed, when I could take her to a hotel; sometimes, right in the office, the exigency of the urgency would lead to doing the kind of thing I was doing now.

“Yeah, but I can’t resist what I’m seeing.” Again, it was a mutter.

I uncapped her boobs and suckled at the nipples. She held my head to encourage me, moaning intermittently. There was no time to waste.

The office assistant dared not barge inside the office. Neither would he allow a visitor to come in just like that.

I could go ahead and maximize the pleasure from my desires. I placed her on my desk, raised her skirt up, pulled her pantie down, spread her legs and pushed my erect private organ inside her waiting vagina.

Of course, I knew there was no time for pre-intimacy and on-play. The exigent of time demanded that it should be ‘strictly business.’

In a matter of minutes, I gripped her as I got to the peak of my act. Lustful or not, I had got what I wanted.

After Favour went back to her office, work continued without any hitch. The official closing time was four o’clock, but sometimes, we worked up till 5 p.m.

Sometimes, if there were extra work to do, she would even have to take some of the documents home to continue the work. Such an assiduous action had earned her commendation from me.

When it was ten minutes after 4 pm, I decided to call it a day. Favour too rounded off what she was doing and got set to go home. Most times, she would get a “free ride” from me.

From the office at Palm Groove, she could always drop off at Maryland and thereafter take a bus to Ketu, where she lived with her mother and younger brother.


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When it was ten minutes after 4 pm, I decided to call it a day. Favour too rounded off what she was doing and got set to go home. Most times, she would get a “free ride” from me.

From the office at Palm Groove, she could always drop off at Maryland and thereafter take a bus to Ketu, where she lived with her mother and younger brother.

* * *
The following morning, I took my time while taking my breakfast. My trip to Ibadan would be that morning. Of course, I would be going by road. If I should leave the house by eight, I would be in the ancient city by ten o’clock. The prepared fried eggs, bread and coffee was my favorite breakfast.

My wife, Funmi, had prepared everything before she took our only child to the school, which was in the neighborhood. Since she was self-employed, there was nothing like rushing out to prepare and go to work.

Just as I took the cup of tea to my mouth for another sip, one of my cell phones rang. I checked the caller’s number. It was Favour. Smiling to myself, I picked the call.

“Hello, good morning. How’s everything?”

“Good morning, sir. I was on my way to the office, and I thought of calling you.”

“|That was good of you. How was your night?”

“It was fine. How about yours?”

“Fine too. We thank God. I’ll soon be on my way to Ibadan. Take care of the office.”

“Okay. Have a nice trip.”

I disconnected the line. My wife listened to the conversation and guessed rightly that I was talking to my P.A.

When the breakfast was over, I decided to be on my way. Funmi gave me a farewell kiss.

“Alright, darling,” she said. “Please drive carefully and take care of yourself over there. Safe journey.”

I grinned and nodded at her. “I’ll be alright. Take care of yourself too and take care of the children.”

I moved to my waiting jeep, dropped my valise in the booth and roared the engine of the car to life.


Two days later, I was back in Lagos. The Ibadan trip was very successful. I was able to accomplish all that I had set out to achieve. It was a bit dramatic the way my wife enthused about missing me.

“Glad to have you back, darling,” Funmi said. “I missed you so much.”

I chuckled. If she could miss me so much because I was not around for a couple of days, what would be the reaction if I had gone for weeks or months?


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Two days later, I was back in Lagos. The Ibadan trip was very successful. I was able to accomplish all that I had set out to achieve. It was a bit dramatic the way my wife enthused about missing me.

“Glad to have you back, darling,” Funmi said. “I missed you so much.”

I chuckled. If she could miss me so much because I was not around for a couple of days, what would be the reaction if I had gone for weeks or months?

On Thursday morning, I was back in my office. Favour came in to tell me that the air-conditioning system in her office had broken down and there would be need to call the technician who fixed it.

“That’s okay. You have his number. Call him right away.”

She left my office and called the technician. I remained on my seat with my eyes glued to the i-pad. As usual, I was reading news headlines on the internet.

I did this, every morning and it had become the norm. I grimaced as much of the news were unpleasant. The news covered kidnapping, banditry and the spread of epidemic. The world was always filled with negative news.

My phone rang. I checked to see who was calling and realized that it was from an unknown number.

“Hello,” I said.

“Is that Akin Stephen?”

I sat upright on the chair. That voice sounded faintly familiar. “Yes. Who am I speaking with?”

“This is Bimpe on the line.”

Bimpe? Could that be Bimpe Balogun, my former campus love? I decided to be cautious. “There’re many Bimpes I know.”

There was a short and soft laugh across the line. “Well, I’m talking about the one you knew at Unilag. Don’t tell me you’ve completely forgotten me.”

I grinned. Yes, this was Bimpe Balogun. At the university, we were lovers, but she ditched me for a more prosperous guy. Bimpe was from an affluent family, so I was not completely surprised.

I had moved on with life. Immediately after my national youth service, I met Funmi, who later became my wife. I had not seen Bimpe in the last ten years. Now, she was calling.

“I got your number from a friend who was also a former colleague,” she went on, as if it was necessary for her to justify how she got my number.

“Quite an age,” I said. “How’re you?”

She chuckled. “Can’t say I’m fine, and can’t say I’m not fine. How about you?”

That was vintage Bimpe for you. How could she say she could not say she was fine and she could not say she was not fine?

“I mean, what about your family – your husband and your children?”

“I have a girl and she’s fine. As for husband, he’s is the one who can answer that.”

I sighed. That meant she had some marital challenges.

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Just finished reading this book @okadabooks, it was really interesting and i hope there is a way out for Akin.

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Just finished reading this book @okadabooks, it was really interesting and i hope there is a way out for Akin.

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Cool story.

“I have a girl and she’s fine. As for husband, he’s is the one who can answer that.”

I sighed. That meant she had some marital challenges. “So, where’re you calling from?”

“I was in Abuja before, but I’m back in Lagos now.”

“I see.”

“Yeah. I understand you’re working for yourself now. Where’s your office?”

I grinned and told her the address.

“I’ll see you by tomorrow,” she said.

I could imagine that she smiled as she said this. I smiled too.

“Alright, Bimpe. See you.”

She disconnected the line. I saved her number as Lady B, the pet name I used to call her years ago. My mind went over to our relationship. She was a sweet girl. I wasn’t spending on her.

Rather, she was the one giving me. The coming of – now, what’s the guy name again? – yes, Lanre. The coming of Lanre into her life put paid to our sweet romance. It was painful for me to say good bye, but I had no choice.

I was still thinking of her when Favour entered the office. She brought some printed documents to me.

“Well done. That’s why I like you.”

She smiled at my compliment. I playfully smacked her bum, but didn’t go beyond that.

* * *
The following day, Bimpe came to my office as she had promised. It was well past two o’clock when Favour came to inform me that she had come. I asked her to usher Bimpe into my office immediately.

“There you are,” I said as a way of greeting. “Dear Lady B. It was such a long time we saw each other last."

She beamed a smile. “Good to see you again, Akin.”

We briefly had an embrace.

“I’m happy to see you again,” she reiterated.
I motioned her to a settee. “You are welcome. Please, have a seat and feel relaxed.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes looked around the office and nodded appreciatively.

“A nice office you have here,” she complimented.

“Thank you, dear.”

I sat down too, opposite her. It gave me the chance to look at her squarely. Bimpe had not changed much. She had gained some weight, no doubt, but the features of her face remained the same.

Ten years ago, when we were still in the university, some of my friends had teased me that Bimpe would be a good wife and that I should not waste time to propose to her and in planning a lasting union. Of course, I had regarded it as a big joke.

The friendship and chumminess apart, I knew taking her to the altar was more of a dream. That was years ago. This recollection brought a smile to my face.

“Now, what can I get this august visitor that I have?”

She smiled briefly. “Go ahead and offer me whatever you have.”

I grinned, nodded and summoned Favour.

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The friendship and chumminess apart, I knew taking her to the altar was more of a dream. That was years ago. This recollection brought a smile to my face.

“Now, what can I get this august visitor that I have?”

She smiled briefly. “Go ahead and offer me whatever you have.”

I grinned, nodded and summoned Favour.

“Get me the red wine in the refrigerator.”

In a matter of minute, Favour brought the bottle of wine and two glasses. She knew I would not serve my guest without serving myself. I filled the two glasses and we raised them up.

“To the wonderful reunion with a wonderful lady,” I said. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

We sipped our drinks.

“So, how’s your family - your husband and your children?” I asked as a way of setting the conversation rolling.

“My girl is okay. She’s seven years old now.”

I nodded. She was obviously trying to skip commenting about her husband.

“And your hubby? How is Lanre?”

“I wish we don’t discuss about him,” she replied with acrimony. “All I can say is that we’ve parted ways for good. He’s such a cheat and I can’t stand him.”

I sighed. I had expected her to say something like this, but not with such vitriol.

“Tell me about yourself,” she went on. “I understand you’re married too.”

Of course, I was married. Did she expect me to remain single all these years, and wallow in self-pity that she had abandoned me?

“Yes, I’m married. I have a two years old girl already.”

She nodded. I knew for sure that the friend that gave her my number must have told her this. We chatted about old times. Favour came in to ask if my guest would like to eat, but she said she was okay.

“So, what do you do now?” I asked.

She smiled. “I work for Global Network, an international N.G.O. I just got transferred to Lagos, and here I am.”

I grinned and nodded.

“I can see that your wife is taking good care of you,” she said.

“Really? If that’s the case, we thank God o. As for you, I can see that you’re taking care of yourself.”

“Well, as you said, we thank God.”

“Where are you staying now?”

She smiled as if she expected me to have asked that question since the beginning of the conversation.

“I presently occupy one of the flats in my father’s house at Anthony Village.”

“Anthony? Where in Anthony?”

“Olorunlogbon Street.” She gave me the full address. “By five p.m., I’ll be in the house. Will you check on me?”

I nodded. “Sure. I’ll make it today or tomorrow.”

She smiled and I could see something coquettish about it. “Try to make it today.”

I smiled too. “Alright.”

She drank the remaining wine in her glass cup and stood up. “I’ve got to go now. It’s good to see you again, Akin dear. I’ll be expecting you this evening.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too, the only Lady B in the entire universe.”

I accompanied her out of the office to the staircase before waving her off.

Back in my office, my mind went over the conversations I had with her. I knew her coming to see me and her invitation were not ordinary. Bimpe, from all intents, was trying to warm her way back to my life.

But maybe I was jumping to conclusion. Maybe all she wanted was friendship.

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