Ex(es), Sex and Excesses: A Lust bond

Hey darlings, an awesome writer @fragiletimbzz put this lovely one together.  Here is wishing you all a very happy and memorable valentine. In the spirit of St.Valentine, there will be recharge cards (any network) for five people who would come up with an answer to the question at the end of this post that cracks my ribs. Use the comment box and don’t forget to add your twitter handle or email address. i love youhappy valMake sure everything is ready, I’ll be back by Thursday”, those were my last words to Ladi. I was seriously preparing for the Valentine’s day, I’ve been making preparations to match the surprise I was planning for my lady. It was now time for me to drop the bombshell, it was time for me to call Lade and scare her. I picked up the phone, moved across the corridor as I dialed her number, while the phone rang I paced up and down the corridor till I eventually found myself in the kitchen, she didn’t pick, so I dialed again. This time around, I grabbed a cold bottle of beer. I had just taken the first gulp when she picked, at the sound of her sweet and babyish voice, I almost choked on my drink. “He-he-hello” I said,she asked me why it took me so long to respond,“baby, it’s simply because I’m scared, I don’t know how to say this”,I lied, it was the beer, but I thought it would be nice to use it to spice up my surprise plan,“what’s the problem dear?, is everything all right?”I took another pause, and said “Baby, I can’t make it to Nigeria before the 14th, my flight was cancelled and rescheduled for Saturday.” There was a long silence over the phone, and I couldn’t wait to hear what her response would be. Eventually, she broke the silence by saying “its fine.” Whenever Lade says its fine it is never fine. We had a friendly conversation and the call ended. She didn’t ask why my flight was cancelled. I didn’t make a big deal out of it, rather I went straight to the message icon on my phone and sent her a text to further calm her nerves. *************** I’d never been to the part of London I was visiting today, it was a street called Oxlade, and I was going to meet a certain lady called Chioma. Chioma was the Jewelry retailer Tunde had told me about, I wanted to get Lade a necklace. She had always wanted a golden chain that has a locket as its pendant; she said she would love to keep a picture of us in it.As I drove down, the thoughts of how I’ll  surprise Lade by arriving at her doorstep on Friday morning excited me. I arrived at the store, parked in the garage, and went in. As I approached the receptionist, I heard her say “good afternoon sir, welcome to Jupiter stores, what can we do for you?”I smiled, “I’m here to see a certain Miss Chioma, I have an appointment with her.”She rolled her eye and whispered to me, “you just missed her, but she will be back in soon. Would you like to wait for her?” I nodded in agreement; I had no choice but to wait. She led me to sit down while I waited. It wasn’t quite long before a certain lady entered. She had a coke-like figure, well guarded up front and not lacking behind. She eventually turned around, and when I gazed at her face, we both shouted “Oh My God!” I screamed, “Mary!”,she softly asked, “Femi, what are you doing here?”I explained myself, and as fate would have it, she was Chioma. We made the transaction, and it was more than mere coincidence that we were scheduled for the same flight the next day. Chioma was my girl friend throughout the university years, we were in the same faculty. I must say this, she gave me my first kiss ever, and it felt like paradise. After the Shakespearean love of Romeo and Juliet, Titanic love of Jack and Rose, ours was next in line. Everyone thought we were headed for the altar, until one hot afternoon, I got a call from her telling me to give her a break, as she would love to make a career for herself. She had it all planned, a week after that, I was told she had relocated abroad and we lost contact. Tunde and I are like 5 and 6; we were the reason  our parents got close, my mum always told me about how I used to cry whenever he wasn’t around. Ours was a friendship bonded by love, call it brotherhood. He was my bodyguard, and I was his special adviser on girl matters. We knew each others secret.It was homecoming time for me, and I had hidden something from him, I didn’t tell him about the surprise trip I had planned. I would surprise Lade first, and then him. I also got him the new HTC1, he loves phones, and I just couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he eventually sees me on Val’s day. *************** I was outside the Murtala Muhammed airport, with my luggage beside me. I pondered on where I’d lodge for the night. I took a deep breathe and looked to hail a cab, I shouted “TAXI” and it was Chioma again. She stepped out from the owners corner, opened the trunk and helped me get my bags into them. Her driver was there to pick her up. “Where are you headed”, she asked.I winked at her and replied, “I’m going to Ojota, I’m going to lodge there tonight.” She gave me a ride. Lagos life will always be different; we were stuck in the traffic. It was 9p.m, I was tired. Thus, I begged Chioma to let me make a call on her phone. I dialed Ladi’s number, and he was quick to answer his phone. I inquired about the whole plan, and he told me everything was in place. I had made a special order for a green pasture beside a lake, to be decorated with roses all over the floor. I wanted to host my lady to dinner, so I thought a serene environment would be best. I told Ladi to ignite the venue with glowing colored bulbs, a table for two, a bottle of red wine, with soft music to sooth the mood. I anticipated the best romantic date ever. It was already 11.00P.M, and the traffic wouldn’t pave way. We were already at Ojota, but Chioma wasn’t close to home, she was going to the island. So she suggested that we lodge in the nearest hotel, and I reluctantly agreed to it.Her driver drove us down to the nearest hotel. I stepped out of the car, went straight to the reception, and paid for three rooms. I needed food, so I made an order. I got into the room, undressed, went straight to the shower and had a warm bath, it felt good. I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, and I lied down on the bed to await room service. All I wanted to do was eat and go to bed. I heard a knock on the door, room service was finally here. I jumped up from the bed, tied my towel firmly, and opened the door. Yea, it was room service with my food, but Chioma was the waitress. I was shocked, “why are you so surprised” she asked, I chuckled and answered, “I thought you’d be asleep by now.” She stepped into the room, place the food on the bed and sat down. I stood in awe for some seconds, and then I grabbed my jean, went into the bathroom to changed. We ate together, share a bottle of wine, and then we fell asleep. I woke up only to find her head on my chest and her hands wrapped around my body. Yes, but nothing happened. It was 5 O’clock in the morning. It was St. Valentine’s day. I tapped her, but instead of waking up, she cling to me, I knew I had to be at Lade’s doorstep before Six, so I woke her up. She stood up from the bed, walked up to me, and kissed me on my forehead, that was the how we said good morning while we were together.She echoed into my ears “happy Valentine’s day dear”, I responded with a smile, and patted her on the back. The last thing I said to her was that I had to go meet my baby. She frowned at the mention of Lade’s name, but it didn’t matter. Chioma was my past, Lade is my future. I arrived at Lade’s gate, I had gotten a bike right in front of the hotel while Chioma headed for the island, and the bike man was able to make it down there in ten minutes. Lade’s compound had three different flats, hers was the second one. I knocked on the gate, it was a certain Hausa man that opened it. I told him I was looking for Lade, and so he let me in.I decided to use the spare key she had given to me when she first moved in. I hoped that she will still be asleep, so I can sneak inside, make her coffee and wake her up to the surprise of her life. I quietly opened the door, pulled my shoes, and walked into the kitchen where I made her coffee in a rush. I walked to her door, and as I opened it, I got my own valentine surprise, the surprise of my life, I saw Lade’s back view, she was vigorously making love to another man, the coffee cup and the saucer dropped from my hand. My body vibrated as I sank into the floor. They heard the sound and turned around. Yet another shocker, Tunde, a man after my own heart, was making love to my woman in gangnam style.What will you do if today you find your best friend having sex with your boy/girlfriend?Happy Valentine Femi Fragile @fragiletimbzz

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10 comments

  1. I wil stab d best frnd nd surly go bac to chioma nd hav sex in more dan gangnam style…sex in d air! WTF!!!

  2. wow…what a sad ending. Unfortunately he has not lost a thing, it is often said that a broken relationship is better than a wrecked marriage. There are millions of good girls in town. He just has to pull himself up and make up for another woman. However sad it may feel, the reality is that “never trust anyone, trust only in God” even him can be tempted. He should forgive her.

  3. Though it hurts but he shld be grateful to God for letting him fynd out ryt on tym.wat if dey eventually gets married and all d kids he tot were his are for his friend. Yes I ll be very hurt bt I ll thank God for the revelation.

  4. nobody can predict a reaction if you find yourself in this situation but if God gives you the grace of self control then its best to just walk away cos both the cheating gf and the back stabbing friend deserve each other and the positive side to this is God actually loves this dude for allowing him discover on time cos in most cases the discovery comes late or never happens at all

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