I’m a member of a Pentecostal Church somewhere in Lagos (I won’t mention name or location please). I am in the music section and sing as well as play the piano. I’m good at it and it had gotten me a lot of admiration that have gone beyond the regular admiration for my talent as a musician.
One of such admiration came from my pastor’s wife. She was always commending me for how I sing and how good I play the piano. Now my pastor like many of these big pentecostal church pastors married a very attractive wife and even in her forties, she could still turn heads. I’m 25, a long way her junior.
My pastor’s wife is more or less a full-time house wife as the church generates more than enough to take care of them so my pastor didn’t see any reason for her to work.
It was sometime last two months that my pastor asked me to teach his wife how to play the piano. I was excited and happy at the opportunity to teach ‘Mama’ as we fondly call her.
They have a very big house not very far from the church and I could easily carry the piano from the church to their house. Their children were all in boarding school leaving them alone in the house with the gateman.
Our piano lessons were going on well. I would come after my lectures at school and stay till evening. Sometimes I would join them for dinner.
I noticed she was always pressing her body against me, hugging and holding me longer than necessary and putting her arms around me. I am a man and I enjoyed those touches and even dreamt about her at night. I even went to the extent of masturbating with her image one night.
It started one day when I arrived and walked into the room were we normally set up for lesson. Mama was standing there. I was stunned because she was stark naked. I couldn’t move as my eyes were glued to her body.
She approached me and took the piano from me dropping it by the wall and drew me into the room. I was staring like a zombie as she pulled down my trousers. My “barracuda” was already at attention and as her hand touched it, I suddenly came to life grabbing her and pushing her into the bed.
I plunged into her wetness with eagerness and zeal. She was everything I imagined her to be and more. For a mother of four, she was sweeter than any girl I had ever tasted and I have been through quite a lot of choir girls.
I took her from behind so hard she barely managed to stiffly her cries of pleasure. We came almost together and I exploded inside her.
From that day, it became our routine. We would practice piano a bit then turn on the automatic playing button and end up in each other’s arms.
I feel guilty whenever I see her husband and lately, I’ve been dodging the dinners. I know what I’m doing is wrong but I’m unable to stop. She’s like a drug and I just don’t think I can get enough.
