Daniella – Episode 4

Don’t bother reading this story if u are not above 18.  Episode 4  I started work in a few weeks and  for the first time in my life, I had a  decent house for a home. It was  the bungalow behind the main  apartment and it was well  furnished. It was a pleasant  environment for the kids even  though the Deputy Branch  Manager who is actually Mr.  Johnson, did not have kids of their  age (his kids were grown and out  of home) thus keeping them  mostly indoors. It was a new  beginning for the family even  though Chike did not eventually  enjoy it as much as the rest of us,  given that he was soon transferred  back to Lagos, forcing him to now  spend the weekdays away but  usually return on weekends. The  Johnsons on their part were nice  people. In fact, I immediately  found out that they were very  religious. I was once told by a  friend who knew them well that  Mr. Johnson himself was a Deacon  while the wife headed a religious  group in their community. This  was further proven when I began  finding lots of religious books,  tracts and leaflets around the  house. They were absolutely the  calmest you could find.  The real looser was me. Chike was  now a predictable presence and  how much hurt that did to my  libido and sexual urge! I have  come to be a highly sexual woman.  And even at this point, I still do  unbelievable thing s to have sex! I  still read dirty books and watch  loads of p–n! I involve in sex chats  every night and would grab a f–k  anywhere I can find a good one.  And all these began becoming  even more evident while I was at  the Johnsons. In fact, despite how  much respect and adoration I had  for Mr. Johnson, I still occasionally  fantasized about him. While this  could be called wicked given that  his wife was also in the same  compound with us, it was just only  worse because of the absence of  my ever-able Chike. Mr. Johnson  was good to me generally. He  accepted the wage I requested for  with no argument. He also offered  to fund the schooling of my young  son all through to college and did  the most by getting me to finish  schooling myself. In few weeks  after my arrival I began a part-  time program that would last for 3  years and he was funding it right  from his purse. He was an  extremely good man and given  that he was just over 50 and of  good manners, he easily appeared  like a father to my family.  But….that was never going to  hide one fact. He was a very very  handsome man! Well built and tall.  His very light-skin was a fair  contrast to mine and that of Chike.  His baritone voice was an ice-  breaker and his ever intimidating  aura of confidence was always  enough to melt any heart. My  getting to know him was what  began bringing out my old pride  and arrogance. Suffering and  poverty had suppressed this part  of me causing me to ignore how  wonderfully beautiful I was made.  But after a few months with the  Johnsons, I found myself getting  as haughty as ever! I would  address people anyway I liked and  never batted a lid. But despite all  these, I still felt my legs weaken  whenever, I was in contact with  Mr. Johnson. What I dreaded most  was looking like it was going to  happen, deacon or not.  To be continued..