The day I committed adultery: My spirit was willing but my flesh was weak. -Pastor’s wife reveals.

I have been married for 16 years and the marriage is blessed with two wonderful children who are already teenagers and doing great in school.

My husband used to be a banker until four years ago when he resigned to be a full-time pastor. At the moment, he pastors a church in Lagos that is growing by the day. I assist him in the day-to-day running of the church even though I still maintain my regular job as a marketing executive with a multinational company.

About three months ago, I traveled to Owerri on behalf of my company. I was needed at our Owerri branch office as one of the resource persons for a training programme that was put in place for new recruits of the company. 

It was on a Sunday afternoon, after church service that I left for Owerri via Arik Air. My seat in the plane was by a window and as soon as I sat down, I noticed a nice looking man take the seat next to mine. He appeared to be about my age and was dressed in a smart business suit.

After takeoff we engaged in some small talk which is natural with people sitting close to each other on a journey like this. He introduced himself as Jide and we talked about our jobs, families and hobbies.

While we were discussing, I noticed that he was looking at my legs and breasts. My skirt, although knee length, had inched up a few inches exposing some of my thigh. I also realized that my blouse had gaped open and he was able to see right down to my bra and the tops of my breast. Discretely, I shifted my position to adjust my skirt and equally adjusted my blouse. But it seemed I was a bit late at that because when I glanced at him, I noticed he had a slight bulge in his crotch! I was sort of embarrassed.

“Where are you staying when you get to Owerri?” he asked 

“Concorde Hotel,” I responded. 

“What a coincidence, so am I,” he said. “Would you care to have dinner with me tonight?” 

I had to give that some thought before answering. Being a married woman, it is not in my nature to have a date with a man let alone a stranger. I considered the offer and decided that just having dinner would not be a problem. 

“Just dinner!” I said. “And it has to be in the hotel restaurant. We’re not leaving the hotel.”

”Great, I’m okay with that. How about 6:00pm? I’ll meet you in the lobby bar.”

I nodded wondering if I was crazy. I should have politely rejected his invitation…

After our plane landed I lost sight of him as we headed to baggage claim. I reclaimed my luggage and headed to the curb and the car rental shuttle where a cab took me to the hotel. 

When I got inside my room in the hotel, I took a shower and lay on the bed to relax. I used the opportunity to make several phone calls to family members and friends to announce my safe arrival. Of course, my husband was the first person I called. We spoke briefly because he was in a meeting but was happy to know I had arrived Owerri safely. He promised to call later. 

By the time I was through with all my calls, I felt a pang of hunger in my stomach and I glanced at my wrist watch. It was already 6pm. I needed to have my dinner. As someone who watches her weight, I usually eat dinner before 5:30pm so I was already late for that.

At that point, I remembered that I had a dinner appointment with Jide. I bet he won’t show up, I said to myself as I got up and dressed to go downstairs for my dinner. I had stayed in the hotel on previous visits and I knew my way around.

At precisely 6:35pm I walked from the elevator and saw Jide waiting for me! It was unbelievable-as if he was stalking me. My breasts bounced under the blouse as I walked toward him. Since I wasn’t going out of the hotel premises, I didn’t bother to put on a bra. He quickly noticed and his eyes were glued to my chest as I made my way across the lobby to where he was standing. 

He looked very handsome in a dark suit, white shirt and a red tie. He was formally dressed for dinner unlike me who was on casuals.

He took my hand as I approached and gently kissed it. “Let’s have a glass of wine here before we go for dinner he suggested guiding me to a chair. His eyes moved back and forth from my legs to my chest and it made me feel very uncomfortable and at the same time desirable and sexy. 

Dinner was wonderful when we eventually had it. We spent an hour or more across from each other slowly nibbling on our food and talking. When it was over, he suggested we go to the lounge where dance music was playing. 

"No. I have to get up early tomorrow so I need to sleep in time,” I said knowing that I should end the little game we were playing right then and there. 

"Just one drink and a few minutes’ dance and I’ll let you go to bed,” he responded in a pleading yet compelling manner. 

Poor me, I allowed him to convince me and to the lounge we went.

In the lounge we located a table in the back of the room, ordered more wine and settled in. Jide took my hand and held it making me feel like a teenager on her first date. When the music started, he asked me to dance and led the way to the dance floor. The wine was a bit alcoholic and at this stage I was a bit tipsy and with that, my sense of judgment and self restraint was beginning to weaken.

I must also state at this point that by nature, I am a social and fun loving person. I love dancing and making merry generally but my husband is on the conservative side and it got worse lately when he became a pastor. So while my head warned me about my flirting with Jide, my body and soul simply lust for what he was luring me into.  

He pulled me close to him while we danced. I knew he could feel my bosom and the warmth that surged through it. He turned out to be a very good dancer and we snuggled close as we gently swayed to the music. He pressed his groin against mine and I could feel him getting hard. I could feel myself getting turned on as well.

After about fifteen minutes of dancing, we returned to our table and finished our wine. Then taking my hand he led the way to the dance floor and we snuggled together again. This time his hand found its way under my arm and pressed against the edge of my breast while his other hand began to work its way to my ass. 

“Jide, please don’t,” I said firmly. He moved his hand from my ass but didn't budge the one against my breast. Again he was rock hard and pressed against me. I could feel myself get wet between my legs and I found myself breathing hard in his ear. After the dance we left the bar and walked toward the elevators. 

"I will walk you to your room," he offered. 

"Just to the door," I cautioned him. I could tell he was turned on and I knew if I allowed him inside my room it would be over. 

My room was on the third floor and when we were in the elevator Jide took me in his arms and kissed me. When the elevator stopped on my floor we walked hand in hand to my room. At the door I turned and said: “Thank you for dinner, the dancing and everything.” 

He took me in his arms and kissed me again. This time I let go and kissed him back. His hand found my breasts and squeezed it. It felt so good and I just kissed him back and let him have his way. His other hand lifted my skirt and found its way to my panties. I moaned and pressed against him as his fingers traced the outline of my hot tingling vagina lips. I lost control at the feel of his hand on my breast and his fingers on my vagina. 

At that moment a door opened down the passage and brought us back to reality. He quickly removed his hands and I straightened my clothes. A man came out of one of the rooms and walked down the passage in our direction. I hurriedly unlocked my room door and stepped inside. I didn't want to take chances. The man could be somebody who knew me. After all I was a married woman and I belonged to someone else.

"Thanks for a wonderful night, Jide," I said as I closed the door before he could answer and before he could enter the room. I quickly undressed for bed and turned out the light. But as I lay there in the dark I thought about the evening with Jide and realized how turned on I was. In fact, turn on is an understatement. I was drenched down there in my vagina.

"You dummy, why didn't you let him in?! You need him, don’t pretend, an inner voice said to me.

“But I’m married,” my conscience countered.

“Yes but your husband is not having time for you. He’s married to church activities nowadays. You’re a human being, you have needs.”

Just then the phone rang interrupting my thoughts and the debate raging on within me. I thought it was my husband but guess who? It was Jide. We had exchanged phone numbers while we sat together drinking wine at the lounge.

"Can I come to your room and talk?" he asked.

"Only talk?" 

"Yes." 

"I don't think so, Jide I’m too weak right now. It will just lead to other things." 

"Ok, sorry to bother you." He said and hung up. 

Again, I was angry with myself for turning him down. But few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I put on my robe, got up and looked though the peep hole and saw that it was Jide!

"Let's talk," he said with a sheepish grin on his face. 

I finally succumbed and let him in. We sat on the edge of the bed and talked about my reasons for not having sex with him: It was adultery and a sin. If I must do so, it would have to be with someone I knew and cared for. I had known for less than 6 hours or so.

Jide was so disarming. He listened carefully and said he completely understood my feelings but went on to give me reasons why five to ten minutes of giving ourselves pleasure we so much needed would not hurt our respective marriages.  

Then as he spoke, he put his arm around me and kissed me. I responded and we fell backward to the bed. I was willing in spirit to stop him but my flesh was so weak.

He untied the belt on my robe and pushed it aside. His hands slid inside my nightgown and caressed my breasts squeezing them gently then quickly pulled the gown over my head. My heart raced as I realized that I was now in a hotel room lying in bed with my naked body exposed to a total stranger. This is sin!

Before I could resist he took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking it. My nipples are my weak point and that put paid to whatever resistance I wanted to put up. Before long, my hand snaked down his body and curled around his erect manhood. It was huge and throbbed at my touch. 

He slid a finger in my very wet vulva and moved it in and out. My heart raced as he slid yet another and another finger in me. I was gasping for breath as his fingers found my clitoris and began massaging it. 

By that time I was completely in his power and spread my legs to give him easier access to my most private area. He left tiny trails of saliva as he kissed his way down my body pausing every inch or so to gently kiss and suck my burning flesh. Finally his hot tongue reached its target and his mouth closed over my clitoris.  

“Stand up!” I command as I pushed him from me. He was startled at first but quickly complied. Moving from the bed, I moved to him, unbuttoned his shirt and kissed my way down. After reaching the last button and pulling his shirt free from his trousers, I reached for his belt and after some fumbling pulled it open and quickly unzipped his trousers. 

Sinking to my knees, I pushed his trousers and shorts down his body. His manhood sprang free and was staring me right in the face. It was magnificent! It must have been 8 inches long or more. I have seen a few cocks in my life but this one was beautiful and big. I gently grasped it and slid my hand up and down its full length. Placing his hands on my head, he pulled me closer to his throbbing monster. My mouth opened and my tongue tentatively flicked the tip before kissing the bulbous head.

I love oral sex, I must confess. My husband used to allow me suck him occasionally even though he wouldn’t reciprocate but after he became a pastor, he stopped me giving him a head. It was one of those things I missed but here was an opportunity to fellate a very beautiful piece of man meat.

Opening my mouth, I let it slowly inch inside. I was struck with how much he tasted different than my husband. Opening my mouth wider, I took the entire head into my mouth and began sucking then moved down to take more and more until he was fully engulfed in my mouth and throat. 

“I really want to make love to you!” he murmured through clinched teeth. His hands grasped my hair and pulled me to my feet. Our lips locked in a passionate kiss as he gently guided me backward to the bed. 

His fingers found my sweet opening and probed me as I reached down to take his rock hard cock in my hand. Jide kissed his way down my body and between my legs until he found the opening of my vagina. His hot lips kissed and licked my sensitive flesh then moved on to suck my clitoris. “I want you; fuck me please,” I moaned as his lips continued their assault bringing me to my first climax. 

Shifting positions, Jide moved over me and straddled my body. Reaching between us, I guided his cock to the entrance of my being. As he moved into position, he forced my legs wider apart and felt the head of his penis penetrate the folds of my vagina. Slowly but firmly, he eased his cock into me then once fully embedded, began to pump in and out. I can’t describe how good it felt to have him inside me and my body responded fully to his every move. 

My hands moved over his back and shoulders then to his head as I hugged him tighter. We kissed and touched each other in every place imaginable. My hands moved to my chest and caressed my breasts, pulling at my taut nipples as my mind savoured the feeling of having this man ravage me. The erotic thoughts in my mind brought on another shattering climax. My body exploded again and again. Before my body could recover, another orgasm shot through me. I had never been so turned on. As my last orgasm began to subside, Jide exploded grabbing me tighter and yelling obscenities.

I felt him flooding my inner recesses with his warm cum. He lay still on top of me while the mixture of our juice oozed out of our being and seeped into the bedsheets.

He pulled out minutes later but cuddled close and was caressing my breasts and entire body and telling me how sweet and I was. I was still much in the mood to continue and was glad to discover he had another hard erection.

“I want to be on top!” I moaned moving away from him. He pulled away and lay on his back. Grabbing my buttocks as I straddled him he helped lower my body over his throbbing cock. In that position I could see us in the dresser mirror as my body moved up and down sending my pussy sliding over his throbbing penis. Jide reached up and played with my nipples and breasts then pulled me down so he could suck on them. The minute he sucked my nipple, I came for the fourth or fifth time that night. 

Jide rolled me on my back and put my legs on his shoulders and shoved his cock inside me again. This man was insatiable like me. I had already experienced more orgasms that I normally did in a month and he was still hard and plunging away. 

“I’m cumming!" he yelled and his body began vibrating then came deep in me again. We collapsed and almost immediately, slept off.

I woke up around 4am to a sweet sensation only to discover that Jide had his head under my legs and was eating me so passionately. I was eager to do the same to him and I suggested a 69 position which enabled us to eat each other. We ended up having one animalistic hot round of sex that morning that I am not going to forget in a hurry.

Well, he was in Owerri for a brief business which he concluded that morning and took a flight to Port Harcourt where he told me his family lives. I remained in Owerri for a week before I flew back to Lagos to join my pastor husband.

Occasionally, Jide still sends messages and I reply but I try not to encourage him further. To be frank with you, I feel remorseful that I cheated and couldn't muster the courage to resist him. However, I am equally conscious of the fact that if my husband could be a little more romantic or a little more ‘Worldly’ in terms of having more sex with me, I wouldn't fall so easily to temptations like these. Did the Bible not say husbands should love their wives and satisfy them? If I am getting enough at home, I would not fall for the cheap antics of a man like Jide.

Sadly, I cannot tell my husband how I feel because he is not ready to listen. He scolds me any time I try to discuss an issue like this and accuse me of being “too carnal and bereft of spiritual virtues,” to quote his exact words.

Maybe I should be more prayerful and more dedicated to church activities because the spirit is indeed willing but the flesh is weak being a woman that is gifted with a pussy that wets so easily and so often. May God help me!