As we lay on the bed, Deolu asked me about my husband.
I told him what I could, he felt sorry for me. He asked why I hadn’t left him, I couldn’t give him a straight answer. But I let him know that my kids weren’t old enough to fully understand what was happening.
As we talked he caressed my left nipple and played with my hair, making me want him again. I asked him about himself, he told me he was 15 years younger than I am and that he’d always loved older women.
He had a girlfriend but she only cared about his money, when I knew I wasn’t going to be fucking Deolu for long was when he told me that it was his Aunt Bisi who got him the apartment and the car that he drove. It didn’t take me long to decipher that he was in a similar relationship with his Aunt.
That’s if she really was his Aunt. I didn’t want to share her young lover with her. I checked the time on my phone and told Deolu that it had gotten late and I needed to get home. He agreed, but not before he gave me a parting gift. His parting gift was making me come twice while he ate my pussy, I was overjoyed.
I met Deolu two more times that next week until Bisi almost found out about us and I knew it was time to find a new guy. I was deep in the infidelity already and I didn’t want it to end so soon, I wondered how to go about looking for a new guy without looking like a whore.
I went to some Nigerian dating sites and found a link that led to another link which led to a final link of an agency that connects older women in search for younger boys. I was skeptical about it at first but later decided to give it a try and see how it was going to turn out.
I sent an email of interest to the address provided on the page and within the hour my mail got a reply telling me to send my details, my phone number and a photo of me. I wasn’t quite sure about sending such private things to people I hardly knew. For all, I know they could be con artists. So instead of sending them my genuine details I sent a fake name and a photo that wasn’t me but of a friend who was about my age.
I sent them a phone number I hardly used and in minutes a call came in. It was a girl’s voice.
“Hello, this is Sugar Connects Agency. Am I speaking to Ms. Kemi?”
“Uhm… yes, you are.”
“Okay Mrs. Kemi, we received the details you sent to us. I’m sure you read the terms of agreement on our site. We just want you to know that every information you send to us is held in the highest of confidence and can never be used against you in any way.”
“Okay” I said.
“Okay, Mrs Kemi…”
“It’s Ms. Kemi.” I corrected her.
“Oh, sorry. Ms. Kemi. We have about four different young guys looking for older women who stay around your area. Would you want a guy looking for a long term relationship or just a guy looking for money?”
I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer that.
I wasn’t even sure what I wanted although I’d specified that in the details I sent to them in the mail earlier. ‘A nice looking and well-built young man looking for an older lady to take care of him’ was what I sent.
“what do you mean by long term relationship?” I asked.
“Well, there are guys who just want to date an older woman who they can stay faithful to for a period of time and there are guys who can be dating 3 older women at the same time. People have different tastes.”
I didn’t want somebody I’d have to share so the guy looking for a long term relationship was a better option. I told her that was my option and she said she’ll send two profiles to me through my email after the call ended. And that, she did, one of them was named Jacky while the other was named Michael. Of the two, Michael was the one with a smile on his face. He looked so homely; with his well cut hair and his geeky glasses.
He looked like a fine young man who ladies would die for. I wondered if the guy in the picture was actually what he looked like in person. I was still a bit skeptical about everything. But at the end of it all, I went for Michael. The lady called me and told me that a date had been arranged for both of us to meet. I chose the time and venue. A place I was comfortable with, she told me that if we met and I liked what I saw, then I’d pay a small token into an account provided.
I agreed and a deal was made.
At the end of it, I lay down in bed and wondered what it was I was getting myself into. Having dealings with people who provided other people with lovers. But whenever I thought of how bad what it was I was doing felt like, I remembered what Bari himself was doing.
For two straight nights he hadn’t returned home at all. I’d called his cell to find out where he was but he never picked my calls. If I had any more tears to shed for him, I would’ve cried. But I’d cried enough. I wasn’t going to let him make me feel miserable.
I’m sure he thought that was how I must feel. I’m sure he thought I soaked the bedsheets with tears each time I wasn’t around.
Well, fuck him.
My date with Michael was happening the next day and I made sure to look as younger than my age as possible. I arrived at the venue, an Asian restaurant, five minutes later and a call came in from the girl at the agency. She said that he was already waiting for me and should be sitting at a table alone wearing a blue t-shirt.
I glanced around the restaurant and found him. I summoned up a bit courage and walked up to him in the best gait I could use. He sat there, both eyes fixed to his phone. He wore glasses just like in the picture although I couldn’t fully see his face as his head was bowed.
When I got to within five steps of him, he raised his head and my heart leaped. He looked even more handsome in person. The picture had been an understatement. He stood to welcome me and the smile on his face was even more handsome than his tall, well-built self. I took his hand as he offered me a chair and I sat down.
“Hello, you must be Kemi.” Of course, the fake name.
“Yes” I said. “and you’re Michael.”
“Ah, it seems we both knew each other already. So this shouldn’t feel like a first date at all.” We both laughed at his joke. He was funny too. Something I liked about a guy. And throughout that date, he made me laugh even more.
At a time, it really did feel like we’d known each other for a very long time. We talked about a few other things while ate the food that had been ordered. He paid for everything afterwards and I was actually marvelled. This guy wasn’t looking for money at all. I later found out that he had a good-paying job and so wasn’t a ‘gold digger’ like those other small boys.
I laughed at almost everything he said. He told me he only wanted to be with someone he could be happy with. He was ten years younger than I was and he looked much younger. I knew then that he choosing him over the other guy was the perfect decision.
I made a mental note to pay double the figure into Sugar Connects Agency’s account. At least, for fixing this date and making me meet such a wonderful person.
if Michael’s wonderful personality made me like him so much already, then it was his love-making that made me fall totally in-love with him.