Efe's POV

"I can't think, I can barely breathe. My life is in a wreck because of this... this thing!" Tanitoluwa says in a raspy voice against my lips.

"I...I want...I want." I can hardly recognise the breathy voice as my voice.

"What do you want, Efe?" Tanitoluwa looks me in the eyes before glancing down at my lips dreamily.

He touches his tongue to my lips once, then again, and then went ahead to lick my lower lip before biting down on it softly.

"What are you doing to me?" He groans as he kisses my neck, rubbing his hand on my short hair before tilting my head back a little bit to have a short lick.

"Tani, we can't do this." I try my best to sound like the voice of reasoning while turning my neck to give him more room.

"Of course, we can't do this here." He pulls back reluctantly and pecks my lips.

He tries leaving my embrace but I moan disapprovingly, not ready to leave his arms yet.

"Fuck, Efe. Don't sound like that, you know what it does to me." He goes back to peppering my neck with kisses as his right hand moves up to palm my breast.

"Yes." I moan.

"You're the bane of my existence, you know that, right. Maryam will be here soon."

I groan inwardly at the mention of his wife, my best friend, and decide to just have my way with him on their matrimonial bed after all.

***

Maryam's POV

“…You're the bane of my existence. You know that, right?” I hear my husband, Tanitoluwa, say this in a voice very much unlike his own.

I pause outside our bedroom door, my hand lifted up but also pause in motion. For a second I don't know what I want to do with that hand until her voice pulls me out of my unintended pause.

“What do you want, Tani?”

But that can't be, that can't be her. It really cannot be.

I open the door slightly, holding my breath in, afraid that the clacking of the bangles on my wrist will give away my present. Again, I pause mid-opening.

I can't believe this is my life now, afraid to breathe in my own house!

Not really yours if you think about it. A voice in my head whispers. I shake it off and continue with the door opening. I move my face closer to the small space and peep inside and there she is, my fear confirmed.

An involuntary moan almost escapes from my lips but I swallow it, I swallow it alongside Efe’s trashy moan. Saying shitty things to my husband like, “C’mon, Papi.” “Yes, Papi.” “Just like that Papi.”

And Tanitoluwa, that bastard, moaning alongside her like a giddy baby left in a toy's shop. He never moans like that with me. He never ever gives off any emotion when he is grinding me into the mattress, that same mattress he is presently feasting someone on like he is starved.

Why does it have to be her? Why does it always have to be her!

My phone vibrates against my pocket and I thank all the gods for my foresight in putting it on vibration earlier. I quietly move away from the door, leaving it slightly ajar, afraid to close it with my shaky hands.

I walk to the kitchen, close the door behind me and pull my phone out of my pocket.

“How far?” Olamide says in greeting immediately I pick up.

“How far? How far?? You dare ask me how far when you didn't meet up with your end.” I almost scream into the phone.

“Babe calm down and talk normally, I can't understand you.” She says in that irritating voice of hers. Whatever makes me still be friends with her always escapes my mind during times like this.

You know. There goes that voice again.

“Babe, you're still there? I just want to ask you what to do with the body—” I hang up on her mid-sentence and hiss.

I turn back to walk out of the kitchen, the movement causing the tail of my braid to beat me in the chin, but what Olamide had started saying before I cut her off stops me.

Body. I'm sure she had said body.

That means if there's a body then there shouldn't be life. There shouldn't be Efe beneath my husband's mouth ministration right now.

A chill passes through my body as the unlikely but only reason for this connects to my head. I remain shell-shocked in that spot for what feels like hours but is probably minutes as my mind wanders to the very beginning, when Efe told me about a love interest she met on Bumble.

To be continued...

Efe's POV

"I can't think, I can barely breathe. My life is in a wreck because of this... this thing!" Tanitoluwa says in a raspy voice against my lips.

"I...I want...I want." I can hardly recognise the breathy voice as my voice.

"What do you want, Efe?" Tanitoluwa looks me in the eyes before glancing down at my lips dreamily.

He touches his tongue to my lips once, then again, and then went ahead to lick my lower lip before biting down on it softly.

"What are you doing to me?" He groans as he kisses my neck, rubbing his hand on my short hair before tilting my head back a little bit to have a short lick.

"Tani, we can't do this." I try my best to sound like the voice of reasoning while turning my neck to give him more room.

"Of course, we can't do this here." He pulls back reluctantly and pecks my lips.

He tries leaving my embrace but I moan disapprovingly, not ready to leave his arms yet.

"Fuck, Efe. Don't sound like that, you know what it does to me." He goes back to peppering my neck with kisses as his right hand moves up to palm my breast.

"Yes." I moan.

"You're the bane of my existence, you know that, right. Maryam will be here soon."

I groan inwardly at the mention of his wife, my best friend, and decide to just have my way with him on their matrimonial bed after all.

***

Maryam's POV

“…You're the bane of my existence. You know that, right?” I hear my husband, Tanitoluwa, say this in a voice very much unlike his own.

I pause outside our bedroom door, my hand lifted up but also pause in motion. For a second I don't know what I want to do with that hand until her voice pulls me out of my unintended pause.

“What do you want, Tani?”

But that can't be, that can't be her. It really cannot be.

I open the door slightly, holding my breath in, afraid that the clacking of the bangles on my wrist will give away my present. Again, I pause mid-opening.

I can't believe this is my life now, afraid to breathe in my own house!

Not really yours if you think about it. A voice in my head whispers. I shake it off and continue with the door opening. I move my face closer to the small space and peep inside and there she is, my fear confirmed.

An involuntary moan almost escapes from my lips but I swallow it, I swallow it alongside Efe’s trashy moan. Saying shitty things to my husband like, “C’mon, Papi.” “Yes, Papi.” “Just like that Papi.”

And Tanitoluwa, that bastard, moaning alongside her like a giddy baby left in a toy's shop. He never moans like that with me. He never ever gives off any emotion when he is grinding me into the mattress, that same mattress he is presently feasting someone on like he is starved.

Why does it have to be her? Why does it always have to be her!

My phone vibrates against my pocket and I thank all the gods for my foresight in putting it on vibration earlier. I quietly move away from the door, leaving it slightly ajar, afraid to close it with my shaky hands.

I walk to the kitchen, close the door behind me and pull my phone out of my pocket.

“How far?” Olamide says in greeting immediately I pick up.

“How far? How far?? You dare ask me how far when you didn't meet up with your end.” I almost scream into the phone.

“Babe calm down and talk normally, I can't understand you.” She says in that irritating voice of hers. Whatever makes me still be friends with her always escapes my mind during times like this.

You know. There goes that voice again.

“Babe, you're still there? I just want to ask you what to do with the body—” I hang up on her mid-sentence and hiss.

I turn back to walk out of the kitchen, the movement causing the tail of my braid to beat me in the chin, but what Olamide had started saying before I cut her off stops me.

Body. I'm sure she had said body.

That means if there's a body then there shouldn't be life. There shouldn't be Efe beneath my husband's mouth ministration right now.

A chill passes through my body as the unlikely but only reason for this connects to my head. I remain shell-shocked in that spot for what feels like hours but is probably minutes as my mind wanders to the very beginning, when Efe told me about a love interest she met on Bumble.

To be continued...