Episode 4: "MY CALABAR HOUSEMAID SATISFIES ME IN BED MORE THAN MY WIF£"🥒🍎🥒🍉👉👌🔞 Episode 4: Caught in Her Net Written by Anyanwu Maureen Chinonso Amaka stood in the kitchen doorway, staring. Ekaete had barely tied her wrapper back, chest still rising and falling, her lips still glossy from our earlier kissing. The smell of coconut oil and sweat still hung in the air like heavy perfume. “Ekaete, you dey alright?” Amaka asked. “Yes, madam. I just finish clean stove.” Amaka squinted. Her eyes dropped to the floor, where a faint wet patch shimmered on the tiles. Then to the half-open cabinet beside Ekaete—my shirt was sticking out of it. My shirt. I froze behind her. But Ekaete, without missing a beat, laughed. “Madam, no vex. Na oga give me him shirt say make I use clean the window. I go soak am now.” Amaka hesitated. Then nodded. But something in her eyes had changed. That night, there was no dinner conversation. No warm glances. Just silence. Ekaete passed me food in the sitting room and winked. My hands trembled as I collected it. I was deep in her net now. Later that night… I snuck into the maid’s room again—this time, not because I wanted to. Because I needed it. I needed her wet mouth, her soft bre$sts, the way she called me “daddy” and squeezed me tight every time I entered her. I needed her moans like medicine. She sucked me on her knees till I shook. Then bent over, pulled her wrapper aside and whispered: “Do me like animal.” I lost control. I took her rough and deep, holding her hips, slapping her round ass with each thrust. She screamed into the pillow, begging me not to stop. Her wetness made me slip in and out like hot butter. We changed positions five times. I came inside her twice. When I finally collapsed beside her, drained and weak, she touched my face gently. “Sir,” she said softly, “do you love me?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because I didn’t even know what was happening anymore. The next morning… Amaka served me pap and akara in silence. Then she dropped a bomb. “I had a dream,” she said. I looked up. “In the dream, a snake was sleeping in our house. Under our bed. It looked like you, but it wasn’t you. It was something else…” She stared into my eyes. “I think something is wrong in this house.” My hands shook. Was it guilt—or fear? Because somehow… I was beginning to think Ekaete didn’t just come to this house to wash plates and cook food. Something else brought her. Something dark. And I was already in too deep to crawl out. Amaka's words haunted me for the rest of the day. “A snake was sleeping in our house… it looked like you, but it wasn’t you.” I couldn’t focus. I paced the living room, sipped cold water, even prayed small. But nothing eased the fire that had already spread through me—from my groin straight into my soul. By afternoon, Ekaete walked past me in a tight skirt, no bra, her nipples poking under a thin top. My body reacted instantly. My conscience tried to scream. But lust dragged me by the throat. She knew what she was doing. She always did. As soon as Amaka stepped out to visit her sister down the street, I found myself in Ekaete’s room again. She didn’t even wait for words. She pulled me inside, locked the door, and yanked her top off. Her breasts bounced free—full, dark, firm. She slid down my trousers, her lips already wrapping around me before I could say a word. Her mouth was hot, wet, wicked. She moaned as she sucked, hands cupping my balls, stroking, twisting. I groaned, holding her head. “You wan kill me?” She pulled back, eyes glazed. “I wan make you forget any other woman. Even your wife.” Then she bent over the bed and pulled her skirt up—no panties. Her ass was thick and round, like soft yam freshly pounded. She spread herself for me. “Come and take your thing, daddy.” I didn’t hesitate. I slid into her from behind, deep and slow. She was soaking—tight, warm, dripping. I held her waist, thrusting harder with every slap of skin against skin. She reached beneath her to rub herself as I pounded her from behind, her moans growing louder. “Faster, daddy… deeper…” I flipped her over, spread her legs wide, and entered again. She wrapped both legs around me and dragged me in deeper, her nails clawing at my back. We kissed. We sweated. We moved like beasts. When I finally came, I collapsed on her chest, breathing hard. We lay there, tangled in sheets, n*ked and sticky. But then— Knock knock knock. My heart froze. Amaka's voice echoed from outside the door. “Ekaete? Are you inside? I left my phone on the table—have you seen it?” Ekaete jumped up like a cat. I scrambled for my trousers, hiding behind the curtain. She grabbed a big wrapper and opened the door halfway. “Ah, madam. I dey inside oh. I no see phone here.” Amaka didn’t step in—but her eyes scanned the room. I saw her nose wrinkle. She sniffed. The smell of sex hung in the air—heavy, raw, unmistakable. My heart beat so hard I could hear it Amaka didn’t say anything. She just stared at Ekaete. Then slowly turned and walked away. That night, as I lay in bed beside my wife, pretending to sleep, she suddenly whispered: “I know you’re cheating on me, Olamide.” My heart stopped. “I don’t have proof yet,” she said. “But I will.” She didn’t cry. She didn’t shout. She just said it—and turned her back to me. But I couldn’t sleep again. Not with Ekaete’s taste still on my lips… And my wife’s words burning in my brain like fire. Piece of Advice: Lust may feel powerful in the moment, but it often leads to shame, danger, and destruction. Protect your home, your integrity, and your peace by setting clear boundaries. Every hidden pleasure has a cost—and sometimes, it’ cost everything To be continued...