This incident happened on the third Sunday of April, with this adorable neighbor of mine, Mrs. O, whose husband has been on a business trip since December last year.Mrs. O is giving goals, honestly! She's always looking sharp, with full lips, endowed báckside, succulent b00bs, her style of dressing, everything is on point. All the guys in the compound, including myself, can't help, but sneak a peek whenever she passes by. I used to wish that my wife could learn one or two from her.
That fateful Sunday morning, my wife and the kids had gone to church, I woke up and headed to the kitchen to fix breakfast for myself. But then, I realized that there was no sugar in the cupboard. I picked my wallet and hurried downstairs to buy some from across the street. Unfortunately, Mrs O was there too. It seems she was returning from morning mass and had decided to pick something from the store before going upstairs. When I noticed the way she was struggling to lift the bag of water on her head despite having a sleeping infant who was strapped on her back, I was moved to pity her. So I offered to help with the bag since we live on the same floor. She thanked me and left with the other things she bought.
I wasted extra time before I finally returned with the water. Mrs O's entrance door was opened by the time I got upstairs. Thinking it's because she was expecting me, I walked in without knocking.
Just as I was about walking into the living room, Mrs O and I bumped into each other, my hand, brushing her against her b00bs. I staggered backwards, muttering some apologies and taking a moment to stare at her. She was only putting on a pair of brázier and panties. My eyes widened in shock. I would have dropped the water there and hurried out, but then I noticed she wasn't even making any attempt to cover herself up. She was staring at me seductively and rolling her eyes like a possessed child.
I didn't know what came over me. But the next moment, we were all over each other, k¡ssing and f0ndling until we fell back into the living room. There, we made l0ve on the couch. Immediately we were done, I quickly slided into my shorts and hurried out, back to our own flat.
For days, I couldn't stop thinking about what I have done. I felt really bad for ch£ating on my wife, after seven years of marriage with three kids. I felt bad for betraying a good neighbor, a fellow man, and I have promised myself that it won't repeat itself.
But then, I started noticing something strange about myself… I couldn't have an er£ction any more. Whenever I want to make out with my wife, my junior boy would refuse to comply.
The first time it happened, we thought it was just stress. But it happened again and again and again until my wife got really frustrated and started complaining. I got worried too, and decided to seek medical help.
Despite running a series of tests on me, the doctors failed to come up with any medical term for the condition. I bought dosages of drugs from the pharmacist, my wife massages me morning and night, I do cold water therapy, but none seems to be working out.
As this was going on, I never suspected it had any connection to Mrs O. But last week, my wife travelled to the village to seek herbal remedies. I guess Mrs O noticed her absence and showed up at the backyard door that very night. I have been trying to avoid her since after that morning. Immediately I opened the door, she sneaked in and shut the door behind her, her eyes filled with tears.
“What is it?”. I asked.
She complained that she doesn't know what is wrong with her, that ever after the encounter, strange things have been happening to her.
“Magg0ts had been coming out of my private ar£a”. She sobbed.
I was shocked. In the entire 41 years of my life, I have never heard of such. But then, the dot began to connect. I traced back to when my problem started to when I slept with her, I realized that she was the architect of whatever was happening to me.
And she was even pleading with me to undo whatever I have done to her. But after I shared my own struggles with her, it dawned on us that her husband did something.
As I am now, I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know what to tell my wife, I don't know how I'm going to face the woman's husband when he returns. I don't think I can stand the hμmiliation awaiting me.
I need advice, please.
