Dear Confessor,
Please I will not share my real names or location. You can just call me Kate. I am married and my husband is based in Malaysia. We don’t have children yet.
My husband got a good house for man in the highbrow area of the city and only comes home once a year. I have everything I need except his presence and my only company is the 17 years boy we hired to help out in the house and that’s how this whole mess started.
One day I went drinking with some friends. They are single girls and we had quite a lot to drink. I don’t know how I managed to drive home without bashing my car. I was wasted and couldn’t even get out from the car after drinking into the compound.
Uche the houseboy helped me into the house and laid me down on my bed. I don’t know what got into me but I grabbed his carrot as he wanted to leave. The thing was very big and seemed to swell as I held it.
I expected him to panic but he just stood there looking at me. His carrot grew into a massive cucumber in my hand and I unzipped his trouser to release it from it’s cage.
The next thing I knew, I was pulling him to myself and kissing him. I tore his clothes from him as he did the same to me. I was dripping wet and welcomed him into me.
It was the best I have ever had in a very long time and even my husband was not a match for this small boy who took me to places of pressure I didn’t even know existed.
We were at it all through the night till the next morning. He went about his job the next day like nothing happened but I just cannot get him out of my head.
I am trying to resist the urge to turn it into a regular thing but it is very hard for me. My only option may be to fire him but I don’t have the heart to do it. What will I even tell my husband if he comes back and asks about him. I am in need of a man inside me but I don’t know if it is right continuing this relationship with the underaged house boy. I need help from you guys
Kate, Abuja
