Episode 3: "MY CALABAR HOUSEMAID SATISFIES ME IN BED MORE THAN MY WIF£"🥒🍎👉👌🔞

Episode 3: "MY CALABAR HOUSEMAID SATISFIES ME IN BED MORE THAN MY WIF£"🥒🍎👉👌🔞

Episode 3: Her Jujú or My Weakness?

Since that night, I couldn’t stay away from Ekaete—even if I wanted to.

She had me. Body, soul, spirit. My chest would pound when I saw her bend to sweep. My throat would dry when she licked ogbono off her fingers slowly after cooking. Every scent, every soft smile, every deliberate brush of her hip against mine sent blood rushing to the same place.

It was no longer just s*x.

It was madness.

I found myself lying to my wife just to sneak five minutes with Ekaete. One night, I pretended I was going to the gate to check if I left my car light on—only to end up taking Ekaete from behind in the backyard, her hands pressed to the wall, my palm shoved over her mouth to stop her moans from echoing.

The next morning, my wife smiled and gave me fresh squeezed orange juice.

The guilt stung. But the addiction burned stronger.

That Saturday, something wild happened.

Ngozi went to the salon around 3 p.m., planning to fix her hair before our church Thanksgiving the next day. I was home. Ekaete wore only a tank top and tiny wrapper tied loosely around her waist. She stood in front of the mirror, applying body cream like she didn’t have any clothes in this life.

I watched her from the dining table, pretending to scroll through my phone.

Then she turned, caught me staring—and didn’t flinch.

Instead, she dropped the cream, walked slowly to me, and sat on my lap.

“Your wife no dey treat you well,” she whispered, grinding her softness against my already hard length. “Na why you dey come back to me.”

Before I could answer, her lips were on mine—soft, wet, urgent. She kissed like she wanted to swallow my breath. She reached into my shorts and pulled me out, stroking slowly as she kissed my neck.

“Take me on the chair,” she said, looking me in the eyes. “I want to ride you like I own you.”

I lost it.

I pulled her wrapper off, sat back on the chair, and wat.
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