Men don't like it when you tell them the truth.

I went for a conference and met this guy. I really liked him. He wasn't everything I looked out for but I could manage him. Even the man I married and kept in the house was more endowed.

We exchanged numbers.

He came to my room several times. I tried to do but he turned me down. Several attempts but he refused to do.

Three days came and the conference was over. I promised to keep in touch and I did.

While we were talking on phone one day, he asked if I was married?

I asked why he asked?

He said because he doesn't do anything with married women. He told me it was a matter of principle.

I used my tongue to count my teeth.

If I told him I was married, I wouldn't have a chance to chop him.

I laughed wryly.

"Do I look like a married woman? Hehhehehe, I am not married oo. I haven't seen the right man yet." I replied.

He expressed surprise and asked how come all the men I must have met, none caught my eyes?

"My dear, many men are roaming but few are marriageable.

You know marriage isn't something you do in a hurry. You see qualities you want first before talking about marriage.That is what I am hoping to see in you and I know my search is over."

Even over the phone, I heard him giggle. Men and fish brain eh.

I asked him out and

he agreed.

I invited him to my house few times. The times I invited him, my husband travelled. I moved all my husband's things into a room and locked it. I was always with the key.

So, everywhere in my house, you won't find a trace of being married.

The times he came around, I had vigorous sex with him. I said "vigorous" because I was having it every few minutes. I didn't let him rest because I knew soon the truth will be out. That means, I need to get my full share before he finds out I am married.

All the three days he denied me at the conference, I took them all too.

He was saying he was tired. I encouraged him to eat more and drink all the malt in my fridge. It wasn't like there wasn't any food oo. I didn't know why he was complaining.

Someone that was complaining of tiredness, I wonder if that is how he will be complaining when a woman marries him and puts in the house.

One of the days he came again, he met my husband. He told my husband he was there to see me.

He was even questioning to know who my husband is? When he learned I was married, I learned he squatted there and wept for few minutes before he left.

He sent me messages cursing me but I didn't care.

Maybe, I should have cursed him so that my malt in his belly will purge him.

Men are made for our pleasure.

If I had told him I was married, would he have allowed me take my share?