Daddy Dami had never been a heavy sleeper, so when he told himself earlier today that he would wake up in the midnight, he was able to do it with ease.

The time must have been around one o'clock when he became conscious of his environment again. He opened his eyes, looked at his wife. She was sleeping soundly. He knew she was in a deep sleep; Bisola had always been a deep sleeper.

Slowly, he hoisted himself up from the bed. Their daughter was in between them, so he was careful to not touch her.

He grabbed his phone, which laid on the bedside drawer beside him. He entered his password and scrolled to WhatsApp.

"You up?" He texted her.

She answered, "Hell yeah. Since sef."

He smiled.

The lights were turned off, thankfully for him. Only the lights of the space leading to the bathroom was on. Kola wore his palm slippers, then on second thought he decided to go barefooted and as quietly, stealthily as possible, stole out of the room.

He knew the room she slept in. Before now, he hadn't ever gone to meet her in a room before. Just sometimes when he could, he squeezed her breasts and touched her there. They had never gotten a chance to really go all the way.

But tonight was the night. He smiled to himself again.

He walked through the hallway, stopped at her door. Her room was isolated.

The door wasn't even locked, he found. Softly, he pushed the door open and slipped in.

She was on her bed using her phone, wearing only lingerie. It was white, lace. His mouth watered and he swallowed. She caught him.

She threw her head back, laughed a little. She had seen him swallow. Oddly, Kola was not embarrassed.

"Come," she said. Whispered.

Oh God. He was already feeling his erection build up.

He walked towards her. He sat on her bed, opposite her. Then he couldn't control himself. He shifted, so that now he was resting his back on the backrest.

He pulled her closer to him. She was so light. Softly, he kissed her bare shoulder.

"Tiwa," he whispered.

She eased into him. He stared at her beautiful brown face. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, to be able to do this with her. The Tiwa.

Slowly, he began pushing the strap of her lingerie down with his thumb. The pad of his thumb excited her, making her feel tingles down to her core.

"Did you wear this for me?" He whispered softly in her ear.

"Yeah," she whispered back.

He kissed her, smiled against her mouth. He felt too happy. She wrapped her beautiful arms around his neck. He made her sit on him and he knew she felt his bulge.

Then she grinded against it. Fuck. I will put all my money on your head, he thought. He loosened the ties on her lingerie, pulling it down to her waist. He kept her core unwrapped for now. Saving the best for the last.

Her beautiful yellow breasts were in his view. All for him. He put his face in between them, inhaled them, felt them.

Then he put his mouth over her right nipple. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes. He was so happy that he could pleasure her. He'd die if he couldn't.

As Kola sucked on his wife's sister's nipple, he thought back to how this happened. He was so lucky.

He had met Tiwa two years earlier, before he got married to Bisola. Tiwa was one of those Instagram baddies, and he followed her. Liked and commented religiously on all her pictures. She was the kind that took pictures with iPhones, wore bikinis, showed their asses, stylishly flashed their nipples, went on vacations with rich men, and had fan pages. She was very popular, almost all the top celebrities followed her. She was basically unattainable.

But Kola was not a man to be discouraged. He had his own money too, so he felt he could compete with her chiefs. He felt sure that she must have known his username by now, because of how much he fanned over her.

Boldly, he DMed her.

At the time, Kola was running an anonymous account, so his pictures weren't posted on it. He sent her a text.

He was surprised when she replied. He felt so elated. Perhaps this was how she replied to everybody? As long as there was a bag to be secured.

She was giving him late replies, he noticed. She was probably waiting for him to state what he wanted. Sharp boy, he presented his case quickly.

He told her he wanted to hook up with her, as subtly as he could. She said no, she didn't do hook ups. But he knew she did.

He decided to try again. He wanted her nudes, he had told her. This time, she asked him if he could afford her nudes.

He had smiled with delight. He confidently asked her to name her price.

She had said three fifty hundred thousand at the time. Sure, he knew this was overly expensive. He also knew that if he felt horny, he could simply go to a pornography site and jack off, but he wanted hers. He had an affinity to her and her only.

They had negotiated, arriving at two hundred thousand Naira. Kola credited her account, and he didn't even feel paranoid that she would take his money and block him. As if it was meant to happen.

She held up her own side of the bargain.

Fast forward to a year later. Imagine Kola's surprise when he met a woman he slightly cared about, got her pregnant and later married her, and then found out that her sister was the woman he had been obsessed with all this while.

Not to talk of the fact that Tiwa didn't even recognise him.

He hid what he knew, stayed put with his new wife. Until one year ago when he was tired of masturbating to her pictures only. His frustration was further topped off by the fact he had since lost the treasures she had sold him a year ago.

He wanted more, wanted her. All of her, this time. Real life her.

God must be real, he thought. He must have intentionally sent Tiwa back into his life to complete a purpose. He wouldn't disappoint God.

He found a way to log into that account, again. He had her number, since she was his sister-in-law now, and boldly texted her.

He told her he wanted to drop a bomb on her, and made her promise not to freak out. Then he told her everything. He even sent her screenshots of their chats on that account. She remembered.

She didn't even act shy at all. He told her he still wanted her, that he "liked" her. He numbed his feelings to her, so she wouldn't think he was being a freak or doing too much.

Kola remembered almost hitting his head on the wall when he leapt for joy after she told him, "You're a fine man, tbh. I find you attractive." He held those words dearly in his heart, forever.

At the time, he was in Abuja for a project, feeling extremely pleased with the latest development between himself and Tiwa.

And then he returned back home and...his wife broke the news to him. She was pregnant, again.

Again? He had thought.

Between taking care of his pregnant wife---and oh, was she a nagging pregnant woman!---and going to work, he was left with no time to attend to his love.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts. She was now under him. Tiwa was touching his chest, rubbing it, sending shivers running through his body.

He wondered if she had other sexual partners. Of course she does, he thought bitterly.

But then he looked at her boobs again, studied the succulence, the beauty, the softness, Kola sent prayers to Alhaja for birthing this woman. He was even lucky to be able to breathe the same air as her.

Despite that she was under him, she was nudging him, connecting her pelvic area with his. She was ready. He undressed her completely, curiously touched her there. She was soaking wet.

He would do anything for her. It was pleasure her or die.

He positioned himself. When he thrust himself into her, she cried out in pleasure. He quickly covered her mouth, kissing her forehead lovingly.