MY CLIENTS HUSBAND
I went into fashion design after i lost my job as a marketer in one of Nigeria's trashy banks.
Despite i had graduated with a 2nd class upper and had given my best to this fucking bank, i was tossed aside like an irrelevant rag doll (alongside other males) because i/we could't reach a target of several millions (individually) within an unrealistic space of time.
(Only the very pretty girls where retained of course...even when they didnt meet up their target).
Because I couldn't just sit at home and allow depression swallow me whole, i decided to do something with my life and that something was fashion. Aferall, i didn't have the balls to go into armed robbery.
I didnt just pick the hustle of fashion. I have always gotten compliments from people about my dress sense and since i love looking good, i decided to clothe others.
With some support from family and the little savings i had, i managed to open a small tailoring shop.
Thankfully, my marketting skills came handy and i was able to gain customers (Some of which were relatives, family friends and strangers).
Most of my clients are women and one thing I will say in all honesty, is that women can be VERY DIFFICULT( and almost impossible) to please. Most of all, making them pay for services was nothing short of a nightmare.
Among all of my "nightmare clients" , Mrs Tokundo was leading.
Despite she was a deaconess in my church and evidently had money, parting with it was a tug of war.
She will look for any and every excuse to dodge payment.
It so happened one day she had ordered some clothes; and when she came to pick them, (because i wasn't around), she only dropped less than quarter payment with my worker.
I was so pissed.
When i called her, she first pretended she paid fully...then tried lying that we agreed on the paid amount, then lied that she forgotten how much her bill was.
Beign the "no nonsense person" i am, i told her upfront to stop the games and give me a specific date within the month for me to come to her house and pick the money ( since she was trying to insinuate that she couldn't start driving all the way down to the shop During our argument ). Finally, we both agreed month end.
On the last day of the month, i called Mrs Tokundo. After several calls, she answered and immediately informed me that she was busy at work. I suggested i come to her boutique (where she worked) to collect my money but she quickly told me she was leaving for a meeting shortly.
She suggested we move our appointment to a later date but before she could complete her sentence, i told her i would be waiting for her at her home. Suddenly, she went mute and I took her silence as an answer and hung up.
I drove to her house and when I got there, I was greeted by her house steward ( house girl). The girl didn't let me into the house so i had to wait outside.
While I waited, a car pulled up and stepping out of it was a grown man. He looked at me suspiciously as walked towards me while demanding who I was.
Cordially, I introduced myself and handed my complementary card.
He took a glance at it and in a friendly manner said -"so you are the one responsible for all those outrageous clothes ehhh?"( As he feigned a frown while looking at me from the upper rim of his glasses)
We both laughed as he welcomed me inside. As we walked into the house, he made a comment that surprised me.
- "why is it that its only handsome boys like you that do fashion? " he asked.
"All these hair dressers, make up artists and fashion designers that like to do like woman (he added with a very stiff feminine gesture) ; thank goodness you people are "like that " because if not, you guys would have fucked all the women who patronizes you people". He continued
Because he said it with humor, i wasn't sure if I should get angry or not.
I forced myself to laugh alongside as I told him i didn't understand what he meant by "you people".
"Stop pretending jor" he protested.
"Fine boy like you. See your lips pink.....chai!!! tempting people up and down..... na your type dem dey put prick for nyash " he said; sounding very casual as if he was having a regular tease with a friend .
Because I knew for certain some heterosexuals can be weird with sexualized jokes, I decided to just laugh and not over analyze whatever it was he was saying.
I asked him when his wife would be back and he said didn't know. From his body language, I could tell something was amiss. "Am sure she is owning you right?" He asked.
I told him "yes " as well as the amount I was being owed. He took a deep sigh,muttered something about women and vanity and gestured i followed him as he made his way upstairs. I didn't want to; at first but because he didn't even give me room for an option, I quietly followed.
He led me to a room that was filled with clothes and then , to another room ( that looked like a ladies room) that was untidy with many clothes and shoes.
"All these are hers. And to avoid getting drowned in her madness, i moved to that room". He said as he pointed to a door situated further down the corridor. Just to lighten up the tension, i told him that it was people like her who keeps us in business. All he did was look at me and wave his hands dismissively. Just as we were making our way down the stairs, madam arrived.
Perhaps she knew her husband too well to know he had already taken me on a small tour to see her wasteful lifestyle because, as we were descending down the stairs, she went into full attack mood on her husband (and me).
They got into an altercation and too much information was spilled. I learned owing people money was her favorite habit and in time past, it had involved the police. Also, during the fuss, the issue of her husband sleeping in the next room was mentioned. It was when their not having sex for over one year got mentioned that i decided I had heard enough and needed to leave.
I had to cut in ( as they exposed themselves) to ask for my money so I could take my leave but it seemed that wasn't a good move because madam turned on me. She swore business was over between us as she stuck her hand in her bag, counted money and threw it on my face.
"You see!!!!!" Her husband roared with anger.
"Hit me..touch me...i dare you" she sneared like a she-devil at her husband's face as he klenched his first very hard.
I felt so humiliated that I refused to bend down and pick naira notes I worked so hard and waited for. Out of anger, I told her God would judge her and i stormed out. As i left , she was screaming insults and told me to "get the hell out".
My hand was shaking with anger as I drove home. Never in my entire life had I felt so belittled. It was a miracle I didn't get an accident while driving home.
Couple of days later, I was at work when I got a call from an Ahmed. I didn't know who it was until he began to apologize for the embarrassing moment that occurred some days ago; and that was when I knew it was Mr Tokunbo.
He wanted to hand over my money himself as an apology over the embarrassing situation. Because i didn't want to stress him with the long distant drive, I suggested he sent it to my account. But he refused.
"Why are you acting like you are considerate? Is it because you have sexy red lips?" he jocuned.
Now, there he was again...with his sexualized talks. I could only but laugh and agree for him to come over.
Couple of hours later, he arrived at my shop and seeing him in broad daylight, made him look different (in a more handsome way). Every single inch of him spelt "daddy".
When I offered him refreshments, he refused on grounds that he didn't offer me anything when I visited. All the while we chatted away, he kept looking at me in a funny way.
"Why is your lips so red like this?" He asked as he starred at my lips. I diverted the question because of my staff who were around. After a moment, he got a call and had to leave. He asked me what time do I close and I told him.
'Don't worry. I will come back and drop you at home" he said as he handed me a wad of cash. Evidently, he had over paid me.
After he left, i counted the money and it was N150,000. A good N70k extra. I was so surprised that I had to call him to say "thank you ". He laughed and told me we would see later.
Later that night, he came to my shop and instead of him driving me home as planned, he begged me to accompany him to a meeting. Though I was tired, I had to comply. After all, he had given me more money than his wife owed.
I followed him to a bar and we met up with 3 other men and a woman . Unfortunately, because i neither understood nor spoke yoruba, I couldn't engage in their discussion. Thankfully, Ahmeds guest ordered food for everyone so i had something to eat. After i had finished eating, I felt so tired and because their boring talks wasn't helping, I began to feel sleepy.
I had began nodding to sleep when one of them asked me in English how long Ahmed's wife had been owing me and what happened the night I visited.
It was then that it occurred to me the nature of meeting It was.
I told them the truth; especially how she kept moving dates , lying and giving excuses. I also told them this was a regular occurrence with her since she became my client. As regards the house incident, I spared no detail as well. From their behavior, I could tell they werent surprised even though they where clearly disappointed. They apologized for her behavior and a little while later, we all were on our way home.
It was very late and I was concerned about Ahmed going back home at such late hour. I asked him if his wife wouldn't be mad at him for coming home late ( because the Last thing I wanted was another fight between them with my name attached to it). He laughed and told me that- that wasnt possible because since that incident, he hasn't been home. He had rented a place and moved out. He informed me that the people we had just met were his wife's relatives. She had lied that I beat her up and brought someone (me) to lie against her.
"Is she such a lunatic ?" I asked in disbelief.
Despite i had graduated with a 2nd class upper and had given my best to this fucking bank, i was tossed aside like an irrelevant rag doll (alongside other males) because i/we could't reach a target of several millions (individually) within an unrealistic space of time.
(Only the very pretty girls where retained of course...even when they didnt meet up their target).
Because I couldn't just sit at home and allow depression swallow me whole, i decided to do something with my life and that something was fashion. Aferall, i didn't have the balls to go into armed robbery.
I didnt just pick the hustle of fashion. I have always gotten compliments from people about my dress sense and since i love looking good, i decided to clothe others.
With some support from family and the little savings i had, i managed to open a small tailoring shop.
Thankfully, my marketting skills came handy and i was able to gain customers (Some of which were relatives, family friends and strangers).
Most of my clients are women and one thing I will say in all honesty, is that women can be VERY DIFFICULT( and almost impossible) to please. Most of all, making them pay for services was nothing short of a nightmare.
Among all of my "nightmare clients" , Mrs Tokundo was leading.
Despite she was a deaconess in my church and evidently had money, parting with it was a tug of war.
She will look for any and every excuse to dodge payment.
It so happened one day she had ordered some clothes; and when she came to pick them, (because i wasn't around), she only dropped less than quarter payment with my worker.
I was so pissed.
When i called her, she first pretended she paid fully...then tried lying that we agreed on the paid amount, then lied that she forgotten how much her bill was.
Beign the "no nonsense person" i am, i told her upfront to stop the games and give me a specific date within the month for me to come to her house and pick the money ( since she was trying to insinuate that she couldn't start driving all the way down to the shop During our argument ). Finally, we both agreed month end.
On the last day of the month, i called Mrs Tokundo. After several calls, she answered and immediately informed me that she was busy at work. I suggested i come to her boutique (where she worked) to collect my money but she quickly told me she was leaving for a meeting shortly.
She suggested we move our appointment to a later date but before she could complete her sentence, i told her i would be waiting for her at her home. Suddenly, she went mute and I took her silence as an answer and hung up.
I drove to her house and when I got there, I was greeted by her house steward ( house girl). The girl didn't let me into the house so i had to wait outside.
While I waited, a car pulled up and stepping out of it was a grown man. He looked at me suspiciously as walked towards me while demanding who I was.
Cordially, I introduced myself and handed my complementary card.
He took a glance at it and in a friendly manner said -"so you are the one responsible for all those outrageous clothes ehhh?"( As he feigned a frown while looking at me from the upper rim of his glasses)
We both laughed as he welcomed me inside. As we walked into the house, he made a comment that surprised me.
- "why is it that its only handsome boys like you that do fashion? " he asked.
"All these hair dressers, make up artists and fashion designers that like to do like woman (he added with a very stiff feminine gesture) ; thank goodness you people are "like that " because if not, you guys would have fucked all the women who patronizes you people". He continued
Because he said it with humor, i wasn't sure if I should get angry or not.
I forced myself to laugh alongside as I told him i didn't understand what he meant by "you people".
"Stop pretending jor" he protested.
"Fine boy like you. See your lips pink.....chai!!! tempting people up and down..... na your type dem dey put prick for nyash " he said; sounding very casual as if he was having a regular tease with a friend .
Because I knew for certain some heterosexuals can be weird with sexualized jokes, I decided to just laugh and not over analyze whatever it was he was saying.
I asked him when his wife would be back and he said didn't know. From his body language, I could tell something was amiss. "Am sure she is owning you right?" He asked.
I told him "yes " as well as the amount I was being owed. He took a deep sigh,muttered something about women and vanity and gestured i followed him as he made his way upstairs. I didn't want to; at first but because he didn't even give me room for an option, I quietly followed.
He led me to a room that was filled with clothes and then , to another room ( that looked like a ladies room) that was untidy with many clothes and shoes.
"All these are hers. And to avoid getting drowned in her madness, i moved to that room". He said as he pointed to a door situated further down the corridor. Just to lighten up the tension, i told him that it was people like her who keeps us in business. All he did was look at me and wave his hands dismissively. Just as we were making our way down the stairs, madam arrived.
Perhaps she knew her husband too well to know he had already taken me on a small tour to see her wasteful lifestyle because, as we were descending down the stairs, she went into full attack mood on her husband (and me).
They got into an altercation and too much information was spilled. I learned owing people money was her favorite habit and in time past, it had involved the police. Also, during the fuss, the issue of her husband sleeping in the next room was mentioned. It was when their not having sex for over one year got mentioned that i decided I had heard enough and needed to leave.
I had to cut in ( as they exposed themselves) to ask for my money so I could take my leave but it seemed that wasn't a good move because madam turned on me. She swore business was over between us as she stuck her hand in her bag, counted money and threw it on my face.
"You see!!!!!" Her husband roared with anger.
"Hit me..touch me...i dare you" she sneared like a she-devil at her husband's face as he klenched his first very hard.
I felt so humiliated that I refused to bend down and pick naira notes I worked so hard and waited for. Out of anger, I told her God would judge her and i stormed out. As i left , she was screaming insults and told me to "get the hell out".
My hand was shaking with anger as I drove home. Never in my entire life had I felt so belittled. It was a miracle I didn't get an accident while driving home.
Couple of days later, I was at work when I got a call from an Ahmed. I didn't know who it was until he began to apologize for the embarrassing moment that occurred some days ago; and that was when I knew it was Mr Tokunbo.
He wanted to hand over my money himself as an apology over the embarrassing situation. Because i didn't want to stress him with the long distant drive, I suggested he sent it to my account. But he refused.
"Why are you acting like you are considerate? Is it because you have sexy red lips?" he jocuned.
Now, there he was again...with his sexualized talks. I could only but laugh and agree for him to come over.
Couple of hours later, he arrived at my shop and seeing him in broad daylight, made him look different (in a more handsome way). Every single inch of him spelt "daddy".
When I offered him refreshments, he refused on grounds that he didn't offer me anything when I visited. All the while we chatted away, he kept looking at me in a funny way.
"Why is your lips so red like this?" He asked as he starred at my lips. I diverted the question because of my staff who were around. After a moment, he got a call and had to leave. He asked me what time do I close and I told him.
'Don't worry. I will come back and drop you at home" he said as he handed me a wad of cash. Evidently, he had over paid me.
After he left, i counted the money and it was N150,000. A good N70k extra. I was so surprised that I had to call him to say "thank you ". He laughed and told me we would see later.
Later that night, he came to my shop and instead of him driving me home as planned, he begged me to accompany him to a meeting. Though I was tired, I had to comply. After all, he had given me more money than his wife owed.
I followed him to a bar and we met up with 3 other men and a woman . Unfortunately, because i neither understood nor spoke yoruba, I couldn't engage in their discussion. Thankfully, Ahmeds guest ordered food for everyone so i had something to eat. After i had finished eating, I felt so tired and because their boring talks wasn't helping, I began to feel sleepy.
I had began nodding to sleep when one of them asked me in English how long Ahmed's wife had been owing me and what happened the night I visited.
It was then that it occurred to me the nature of meeting It was.
I told them the truth; especially how she kept moving dates , lying and giving excuses. I also told them this was a regular occurrence with her since she became my client. As regards the house incident, I spared no detail as well. From their behavior, I could tell they werent surprised even though they where clearly disappointed. They apologized for her behavior and a little while later, we all were on our way home.
It was very late and I was concerned about Ahmed going back home at such late hour. I asked him if his wife wouldn't be mad at him for coming home late ( because the Last thing I wanted was another fight between them with my name attached to it). He laughed and told me that- that wasnt possible because since that incident, he hasn't been home. He had rented a place and moved out. He informed me that the people we had just met were his wife's relatives. She had lied that I beat her up and brought someone (me) to lie against her.
"Is she such a lunatic ?" I asked in disbelief.
He told me he was done and that explained why he had to bring me to the meeting to tell his side of the story. He asked me if I knew anything about interior design because he needed to furnish his new apartment. I took the offer because I knew about color combination.
Over the course of few weeks, we went furniture hunting together and put the house together bit by bit. Ahmed's sexualized talks didn't stop either. But I realized that though he kept teasing my lips ( and backside), he never made any sexual advances towards me even when we were alone in his new apartment.
As time went by, I started catching feelings for him and began responding to his flirting by sending him pictures of my lips on whatsapp. But anytime I did, he would tell me how he loves to handle and do all sorts to " my kind of lips". He was never direct.
One day, I was feeling very horny and decided to call him on video call. He was in the toilet when I called and I began teasing him that he was wanking. He laughed and said that he doesn't wank in the bathroom but
prefers wanking in bed so that he can sleep off immediately. I brought the phone camera close to my lips and began licking them seductively.
"You and this your naturally red sexy lips....why are you licking it like you want to suck something?"
"Maybe I want to suck your........" I replied as I let my voice trial off.
"Suck my what?" He asked as he walked to the bed room and laid down while pretending like he didn't understand what I was trying to say. But I noticed that as he laid down, he was completely focused on me and didn't say anything else. Seeing i got his attention, I went to my fridge got out a cucumber and started sucking on it. Slow and steady.
From the way he was dead silent, fully concentrating, breathing heavily and slowly moving his body, i could swear he was masturbating secretly. As i intensified my sucking on the cucumber , he huskily said -" your back....show me your back ".
Quickly, i positioned my phone, turned around, shifted my briefs to the side and parted my soft fair bubble butt to expose my very pink hole.
"wow...red and beautiful like your lips". He cooed deeply
As I began squeezing and spanking my soft bum while pulsating my sweet juicy hole on camera, he began to jerk and grunt "fuck!!!...fuck!!!!...fuck!!!!!" through his klenched teeth.
I begged him to show me his cock and cum. He was reluctant at first but then, turned the camera around. His dick looked like a snake. It was very long and black. His thigh was smeared with so much cum and it was so thick that it came in large clots.
In less than half a minute, I was already moaning and bursting to the sight of his dick and thick cum. He watched me with a smile on his lips as he said - "you crazy mhen".
After we had caught our breath, he asked me when I would be coming over to make the stew I had promised to cook for him and I told him over the weekend. We said goodnight and went to bed.
Communication continued as usual the next day but we never talked about the video call we had.
When the weekend came, I went the market, got food ingredients and went to his house. Ahmed helped me with the chopping as I cooked. While I cooked, we joked and played around in the kitchen. He was trying to steal meat and fish but i didn't allow him. Finally, food was ready and we ate together.
After we took our bath, we settled in the living room and watched a movie. As we watched, Ahmed started touching his dick and it was erect. I knew asking for permission wasn't necessary so I joined him to fondle his own penis. He didn't say anything or try to stop me. Instead, he removed his hand and left his long dick for me. I dug my hand into his boxers and brought out his dick.
Without wasting a second, i started sucking his cock with all the horniness in me. His penis was so long so it wasn't possible for me to deep throat him. I excused myself as I quickly went inside the bedroom to grab some lubricant.
I lubed up his dick as well as my ass hole and positioned myself ontop of him. It must have felt so good for him because he let out a soft gasped as i sank into all his inches. Our mouth met and for a fact, Ahmed did many things to it with his kisses as he drove into me with such eager passion.
As we kissed, he grabbed, squeezed and spanked my soft ass while i kept moaning and riding his pole mercilessly. Unfortunately, Ahmed didn't last long. Barely 10 minutes into our passionate fucking, he started to breathe heavily and grunt as he exploded his juice deep into my horny man-pussy hole.
As we got ready to go to bed, he mentioned that I was his first anal sex (never mentioned gay sex) and when I asked him if he enjoyed it, he smiled and asked if I needed to be told. It was a peaceful night rest and before the end of the next day, we had fucked multiple times (over 5 times) before I went home.
Ahmed now isn't just my friend. He is also my business partner. He has expanded my/our business by investing in it and i am most grateful. Unfortunately, Anytime I try bringing up the possibility of reconciliation with his wife, he gets very angry with me so I've stopped.
Am currently spending my quarantine with him (on his request) and its been a fucking spree galore behind closed doors. I love this man so much.
Written by
Cosmas E.
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