Whatever happens in Lagos stays in Lagos
In Lagos, I became intim@te with my wife’s closest friend, Marie, and we agreed to keep it a secret For the past four years, my wife and I have traveled to Lagos with a large group of about sixteen friends for an annual music festival.
At first, we booked multiple small hotel rooms, but we’ve since improved our planning. Last October, we attended a popular music festival in Victoria Island and stayed in two large hotel suites, with one extra room for others. My wife, Marie, and I shared a bedroom in one suite, while another couple occupied a separate room. Marie is tall, curvy, with short brown hair and a bold tattoo on her hip that caught my attention. She is undeniably beautiful We stayed for three nights. The first night was calm arriving late, we shared drinks, planned our weekend, and went to bed. I slept on one side of the bed, my wife in the middle, and Marie on the other. Nothing improper happened The next day, we enjoyed the festival and later visited some bars in Lekki. Back at the hotel, we continued drinking until my wife went to sleep early. Marie and I stepped onto the balcony, taking in the vibrant Lagos skyline. Our conversation turned personal, touching on her festival outfit and her friendship with my wife. We flirt*d more than usual and talked late into the night, until about 3 a.m., when we decided to rest. In the bedroom, Marie changed into a t-shirt and shorts in front of me. It wasn’t meant to be seductive, but her figure was striking.
My wife was already asleep on one side of the bed. I settled in the middle, with Marie beside me. We were close but fell asleep without crossing any boundaries. Around 6 a.m., Marie got up to use the bathroom. When she returned, she pressed her body against my back, resting her arm on my leg. I froze, unsure of how to respond. When I shifted slightly, she moved closer, so I reached for her hand. Our fingers intertwined, and we gently rubbed thumbs for a few minutes. I turned to face her, but she turned away, pulling my arm around her and pressing her body against mine My hand rested on her hip, then her stomach, and she guided it to her chest. I touched her, and she pressed closer. I ki$$ed the back of her neck and shoulders, then slid my hand between her legs, caressing her intim@tely. She had a full bush, which I found appealing. Her breathing grew heavy, but she stayed quiet, as my wife was snoring nearby. Marie reached for me, str@king me as I continued. I ki$$ed her neck and ear, tasting the salt of her sweat, which stirred me deeply.
Our tongues briefly met. Her body trembled as she reached a clim@x, though I did not. Afterward, she turned to face me, gave me a soft ki$$ on the lips, and settled into her pillow. We both fell back asleep Since then, we’ve spoken about it when my wife isn’t around, agreeing it was a reckless moment. It has not happened again.
