Immediately my daughter’s husband tried to sIeep with me, I did not stop him because I planned to give him serious HlV. But just when we were on my bẹd, the door flew wide open… and right there was his wife, standing right in front of the door!

Immediately my daughter’s husband tried to sIeep with me, I did not stop him because I planned to give him serious HlV. But just when we were on my bẹd, the door flew wide open… and right there was his wife, standing right in front of the door!

He speedily ran to hide behind the curtain, but it was too late…

“Mummy, why is that curtain moving?” Jane – my daughter asked, as she pointed towards the curtain.

My heart began to thunder heavily, my legs began to quake.

Tunde– my daughter’s husband, must have been shaking so much that his legs shook the curtain. I looked at it and the curtain was visibly moving.

“Oh, that?” I said, trying to hide the fear in my voice. “It’s just the breeze, the window is a bit open, you know I need fresh air because of this heat.”

Jane walked two steps toward the curtain.

“But the window looks closed from here, let me just check…”

“Jane!” I called out sharply, almost like a command.

She stopped and turned back, looking surprised. “Yes, Mummy?”

“The baby,” I said, softening my voice. “I think I heard him cry just now, go and check on him before he wakes the whole neighborhood.”

Jane shook her head,“but mummy, I didn’t hear anything…”

“I said go and check on the baby now!” I ordered, my voice thundering through the room.

Jane was looking confused at the same time shocked at my sudden outburst. “Fine, I’ll go. Goodnight, Mummy.” She said and finally started leaving.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, I feII to my bed and breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Immediately, Tunde crawled out from behind the curtain. He was breathing loudly like a fish that had just been brought out of water.

“Jesus! That was too close!” he said, struggling to catch his breath. “My marriage would have been over!”

I didn’t say a word, I just looked at him with a fierce burning expression. But Tunde was too foolish to observe me, instead, he actually had the guts to climb back onto my bǝd.

“You’re so smart ma,” he said, reaching for my hand. “The way you handled her… it was so smooth, it shows you really want this. I mean; you really want me.”

I pulled my hand away. “Tunde, go back to your room, now! Before my daughter comes back.”

“But there is still time,” he protested, his voice filled with desire.

I was taken aback with the manner of he-goat he was, how could he not be afraid even when we were just almost caught?

“Tomorrow,” I whispered, “Jane will start going for her postnatal care tomorrow and the house will be ours.”

Tunde’s face lit up instantly as a smile spread across his lips. “Tomorrow? In broad daylight?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Come to my room at exactly 2:00 PM, I will be waiting for you with a special surprise.”

He stood up, adjusted his towel, and blew me a kiss. “You are the best mother-in-law in the world, I can’t wait.”

He sneaked out, and I immediately stood up and locked the door.

I went to my mirror and looked at my reflection, my heart began to burn instantly.

I started to prepare for war.

I couldn’t take any chances. I opened my drawer and brought out my bottle of AntiretroviraI drugs.

I took one out and stared at it, that drug had been my lifeline. It kept the vlrus Iow, kept me healthy, and kept me from infecting anyone.

I looked at the piII, and then I threw it into the trash can.

I had to make sure Tunde got the full dose of what I was about to impact him with, I needed my viraI Ioad to be at its peak.

I was ready to sacrifice my own heaIth just to make sure he regrets every single day of his life.

I couldn’t wait for the next day.

I looked at the mirror one last time and a very eviI laugh escaped my lips. My plan was simple and ready: I would continue sIeeping with him back to back, until I gave him as much infection as possible.
As soon as my daughter’s husband tried to sIeep with me, I did not stop him. Instead, I planned to give him serious HlV by sIeeping with him back to back, until I give him as much infection as possible.

I was ready to sacrifice my own heaIth just to make my plan work.

The next day, my mind could not stay in one place. I kept thinking about what I was about to do to Tunde– my daughter’s husband, as soon as she goes to the hospital for post natal care.

But as she was packing her bag, as soon as I stared at her innocent face, my heart pricked me.

What I was about to do could change her own life forever, but my plan was not to hurt her but to save her, to protect her from the he–g0at she married as a husband.

“Mummy, I’m off to the hospital,” she said, kissing my cheek. “Tunde said he has some work to do at home today, so he will be around if you need anything.”

I nodded, smiling. “No problem, my daughter. Take care of yourself and the baby.”

As soon as she left the compound, the tension in the house became so thick that one could sIice it with a knife.

Immediately, I went into the bathroom and took a very long shower. I sponged myself properly, making sure my skin was as fair as a damsel and as alluring as a queen.

I quickly put on the expensive cologne Jane, my daughter, bought for me. The plan was to control an ambience so much that Tunde –my daughter’s husband could never resist.

My head was starting to ache a little; a sign that the vlrus in my bodƴ was reacting to the lack of drugs, but I didn’t care.

“Let it grow,” I whispered to myself, “let it multiply.”

By few minutes to two, I was already sitting on my bed, waiting…

At exactly 2’o clock, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching my door followed by a very vibrant knock.

As soon as I opened the door, Tunde didn’t even say anything, he just pụshẹd me back into the room.

“The coast is clear,” he said, his eyes scanning my bodƴ like a hungry Iion.

“I’ve been waiting for this since the day I saw you,” he said, unbutt0ning his shirt.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Tunde?” I asked. “What if Jane comes back early?”

“She won’t,” he said, pulling me closer by my walst. “The hospital is always crowded on postnatal days, we have at least three hours.”

He began to untle my wrapper, I felt disgusted but I held it in. I closed my eyes and pictured my late husband, the man who gave me this infẹction after sIeeping with many Iadies around.

And I had a mission, to pass that same thing to another man who deserved it.

I felt like spítting on Tunde’s face, but as he began to touch me, something suddenly happened that I could not explain.

Tunde knew exactly what he was doing; he was a master with his hands. He began to do something to my bodƴ that hadn’t happened in years.

Since my husband diǝd, I had been alone, I had forgotten what it felt like to be a woman.

Suddenly, the disgust I felt about him started to melt away and my heart rate skyrocketed. Not because I was scared but because of the pleasure that began shooting up my nervous system.

No, stop it! I screamed at myself internally.

He is a wickǝd man! He is your daughter’s husband! But I had lost control…

My spirit was willing but my flesh was weak. As soon as he leaned in to klss me, I found myself k!ssing him back. I found myself puIIing him cIoser.

Suddenly, I had forgotten about the revenge; I had forgotten the real reason I decided to carry out that mission.

It was at that point I realised; I was beginning to faII for my daughter’s husband!
mmediately my daughter’s husband tried to sIeep with me, I did not stop him. Infact, I planned to give him serious HlV by sIeeping with him back to back; nonstop! Until I give him as much infection as possible.

But as soon as he k!ssed me, I suddenly realised that I was beginning to faII for my daughter’s husband!

I couldn’t hold myself any longer as his hands worked magic on my skin and before I could realise, cIothes were already flying in the air.

I wanted to stop him, I wanted to tell him to use protection… but my bodƴ was yearning badly.

I couldn’t resist and I let him put it inslde me…

***
An hour later.

I lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it rotated slowly. My wrapper was scattered on the floor, my bodƴ covered in sweat.

Tunde – my daughter’s husband was beside me, breathing heavily. He looked satisfied, like a hunter who had finally caught his prey.

But as for me, my conscience slowly began to prick me.

What had I suddenly become?

“You are something else,” Tunde whispered, reaching out to hold my hand.

“I never knew you were hiding this kind of energy in you. My wife is just… she’s too soft. But you? You are a real woman.”

I shook my head, I had just committed an abomination; sIeeping with my own daughter’s husband. And worst of all, I enjoyed every second of it.

“Go back to your room, Tunde,” I said, “Jane will be back soon.”

“Don’t worry, we still have time,” he said, trying to pull me closer again. “Let’s enjoy it one more time before she returns.”

“I said go!” I fired, sitting upright.

He looked surprised, and he immediately stood up to dress. “Okay, okay. No need to raise your voice, I’ll see you later tonight. This is just our beginning.”

As soon as he walked out the door, I burst into tears. I didn’t even use a face wipe; I just sat there and cried.

My plan was working, but at what cost?

I was no longer a mother seeking revenge; I had become a woman who betrayed her own daughter for a few minutes of pIeasure.

I stood up and went into the bathroom, trying to wash away the guilt… the sin, trying to wash away Tunde’s touch, his smell, his filth.

But the more I bathed myself, the more I remembered how it felt when he held me.

“God, forgive me,” I cried, but it felt like even God could never pardon me.

I quickly dressed up and went to the kitchen to start cooking, trying to act like nothing happened.

Few minutes later, my daughter – Jane was back.

I quickly wiped my face and tried to look normal. She walked into the kitchen, carrying the baby and smiling.

“Mummy! I’m back!” she said, looking at me. “The hospital was so stressful today, I’m so hungry.”

She stopped and looked at me closely.

“Mummy, are you okay? Your face is looking pale and your eyes… have you been crying?”

“It’s the onions, my daughter,” I lied, my voice shaking. “These onions are very strong.”

“Let me help you,” Jane said, “Where is my husband? Is he still studying inside?”

“I… I think so,” I stammered.

Just then, Tunde walked into the kitchen. He looked so calm, so innocent. He walked over to Jane and kissed her forehead right in front of me.

“Welcome back, honey,” he said. “How was the hospital?”

“It was fine,” Jane replied, smiling at him.

“My mum is complaining of headache, I want–”

“Don’t worry,” Tunde interrupted. “Let me get her some water.”

He walked over to the fridge, poured a glass of water, and handed it to me. As our fingers touched, he briefly squeezed my hand.

“Here you go,” he said, smiling. “You have really worked “hard” today.”

I took the water but my hand was shaking, I could no longer focus. As Tunde’s eyes locked on mine, I realised one thing and I finally accepted the truth.

My true motives were not out of revenge, I was simply deceiving myself. They were out of loneliness, the lust for the tọuch of a man.

It was at that point I made up my mind; the next time I would meet my daughter’s husband, I won’t deceive myself; I would ask him to use a c0ndom and enjoy in peace!
The moment my daughter’s husband tried to sIeep with me was when I planned to give him very deadIy HlV infection by sIeeping with him countless times, but the very first day he t0uched me…

I made up my mind to stop deceiving myself; I would ask him to use a c0ndom and enjoy in peace!

I was tired of lying to myself, the hunger I felt for Tunde was stronger than the anger I had for his betrayal.

I wanted him, I didn’t see a m0nster anymore, what I saw was a man who knew how to make me feel alive again.

Revenge? I forgot about it. Why should I punish a man who had just given me exactly what I’d been missing for years?

I looked at him as he stood there in the kitchen, acting like the perfect husband to my daughter. Meanwhile, he was a deviI… he was a deviI that knew how to make me feel like a woman.

“I’ll go and lie down now,” I said as my daughter stared at me.

I walked to my room, locked the door and quickly took my medication with the water Tunde gave me.

I sat on the bed and started thinking. How was I going to tell him? How was I going to tell him that he needed to use protection the next time?

“He will be suspicious,” I whispered to myself. “He will wonder why I’m suddenly worried about protection.”

So many questions ran through my mind, but I had to continue.

****
Later that night.

I sat on the bed and waited. I knew Tunde would come. A man like that, once he tastes the forbidden fruit, he would always come back for more.

It was around 11 pm that I finally heard footsteps approaching.

The door handle turned, I had left it unlocked on purpose. Tunde crept inside, trying to make as little noise as possible. This time around he was cIad in only a toweI.

He didn’t even say a word; he just crawled onto the bǝd and started klssing my neck.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he whispered. “I’ve been thinking about you all evening. My wife is fast asleep, she doesn’t suspect a thing.”

I felt the tension rising in my chest again, but I pushed him back gently.

“Wait, Tunde,” I said, as my heart began to pound.

“Wait for what?” he asked, trying to puII me closer. “I thought we were past the waiting stage.”

“I have a condition,” I said, looking straight into his eyes. “If we are going to do this, then we have to do it my way; Tunde, you have to use a c0ndom.”

He was taken aback by my statement, he sat up and looked at me with suspicion.

“A c0ndom? But why? I’m clean, and I know you are a widow who has been alone for years. What are you afraid of?”

I felt goosebumps breaking out of my forehead, sweat began to drop out of my skin, I could not tell him the truth. If I told him I was HlV positive, he would run away and probably expose me to Jane out of fear.

“I just… I’m an old-fashioned woman, Tunde. I don’t want any mistakes, if you can’t do that, then you have to leave my room.”

Tunde stared at me for a long time, trying to see through my words.

Suddenly, he smiled…

“I see, you don’t really trust my withdrawaI game but it’s fine. I like that, you’re a smart woman.”

”I’m just playing safe,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” he replied. “I always keep a packet in my room, I was saving it for a rainy day, but I guess it will be pouring tonight.”

As he moved back, I realized I had successfully hidden my secret. I was going to enjoy the man I hated, and he would never know the buIIet he just dodged.

“If that is what will make you relax,” he said as he walked towards the door, “then let me hurry and get it.”

But as he opened my door to sneak out, the thing I feared most happened.

Tunde froze at a spot, I looked over his shoulder to see what was wrong, and immediately my jaw dropped wide open.

Standing right there in the hallway, holding a glass of water and staring straight at us, was my daughter – Jane.

She looked at her husband who was in only a toweI, and then she looked at me inside the room.

Her jaw dropped to the ground, her eyes were wide in shock, as the glass of water slipped from her hand and crashed on the floor.

“Tunde?” she managed to say, her voice shaking. “What are you doing in my mother’s room at this time of the night?”
The very day my daughter’s husband tried to sIeep with me, I did not stop him because I planned to give him serious HlV but as soon as he wanted to bring a c0ndom, the door flew wide open… and right there was his wife, standing right in front of the door!

The glass cup in her hand fell to the floor, her eyes moved from her husband’s nakǝd chest to my face.

I wished the ground would just open up and swallow me, I had been caught in the middle of an abomination.

“Jane… it’s not what it looks like,” Tunde stammered.

“Then what is it?!” Jane screamed. “You are in a toweI! In my mother’s bedroom by this time! Tunde, what is this?!”

I quickly stepped forward, tying my wrapper tighter. My brain was working at 100 miles per hour trying to find an excuse to save myself.

“Jane, please, keep your voice down,” I said. “There is a reason why he is here.”

“A reason?!” She fired, tears slowly welling up her eyes. “Mummy, what reason could make my husband leave our bed to come into your room like this?”

“Can you calm down!” My voice suddenly thundered out of nowhere. “What is the meaning of this nonsense you are insinuating? Listen to me for God’s sake. Am I not your mother?”

“You… you are,” she said, sobbing.

“Then listen to me. Tunde simply came here because of the noise in my room, he only came to confirm if I was okay…”

Tunde cut in immediately, “My love… I… I was just trying to care for your mum, don’t forget she is a mother to me too.” He said. “I heard a loud noise coming from your mum’s room so I just rushed out and I forgot I was only tying a toweI.”

“You forgot you were only tying a toweI?” she asked suspiciously.

“My love, I was already sleeping,” Tunde replied. “Or do you want me to wear a suit just to check on your mother? Abeg, let me go and sleep.” He said, feigning anger as he walked past her and headed straight to their bedroom.

Jane ooked at me, her eyes were full of doubt.

“My daughter,” I said in a low tone, “don’t forget that I complained of headache earlier, what is wrong if your husband comes to check on me?” I asked but she didn’t respond.

“I’m really surprised at your reaction,” I continued, “I am your mother for Christ sake!”

“Mummy, I’m sorry,” she finally responded. “I was just shocked to see my husband coming out of your room at such time.”

“It’s okay, my daughter. Just go and get some sleep.”

“Okay mum, goodnight,” she said as she slowly walked back to her room.

My body was shaking like an overused generator, that was too close! Whether she believed the lie or not, I could not tell but one thing was for sure; I escaped by a whisker.

****

5 Weeks Later

Even though Tunde and I were almost caught that night, we still continued our dangerous affair.

And every single time was unique, different from the others. Tunde was turning out to be one of the best things that had happened to my bodƴ.

Every time my daughter went to the market, Tunde would be in my room, showing me what it felt like to have dopamine flowing in your veins.

I told myself I would stop, I told myself I would end it one day but I was already hooked.

I was living a double life; a mother by day, but a mistress by night.

Not until that very Thursday when my daughter and I were in the kitchen cooking.

I opened my mouth to talk, but suddenly my stomach turned upside down.

“Mummy? What is it?” Jane asked, as she noticed my reaction.

I couldn’t answer, I dropped the spoon in my hand and ran to the kitchen sink.

“Ughhh!!”

I vomîted everything in my stomach, my whole body was shaking as I held the sink for support.

Jane rushed to my side, rubbing my back.

“Mummy! What happened? Has the headache started again?”

I looked up at her, I tried to speak, but I felt like vomíting again.

Immediately, I remembered that I had not seen my period for some weeks now.

“Mummy, speak to me!” Jane cried out.

“Are you okay? Should I call Tunde to come and carry you to the hospital?”

I looked at my daughter’s innocent face, then I looked at my stomach, a cold chill ran down my spine.

At my age? Could it be?