The Married Neighbor Who Never Crossed the Line... Until One Night

"Good morning, Mr. Adebayo."

"Good morning, Miss. How are you?"

"Very well, thank you. Have a great day at work today."

"Thank you, and you too."

This was a tradition between these two neighbors. Every day brings the same ritual and style of greeting, nothing more or less.

Mr. Adebayo, a married man in his forties, owned an oil company with more than 200 employees. He was successful and content with life. He was deeply committed to his marriage and his lovely wife, Mariah. Although they had no children, it appeared to be a perfect arrangement for the two of them. They had been together for thirteen years and were admired by their neighbors and church members.

To everyone else, they were the ideal couple, worthy of imitation.

His wife was a personal advisor to the chairman of ApTech Global, a modern technology company best known for its advanced AI tools and services. Her job description required her to travel frequently.

However, due to his status, Mr. Adebayo was not required to go to the office every day. After all, he had a team of dependable and efficient employees who made sure everything ran smoothly during his absence.

Meanwhile, Ria was a new tenant in the compound. She'd only been here for two months and counting. She was in her twenties and was assigned to an accounting firm in Lagos for her NYSC, so navigating the city was a top priority for her. She had no family there. Furthermore, because she knew no one else in Lagos, she felt it was critical to maintain a friendly relationship with her neighbors, the Adebayos.

"Hi. Is anyone home?" Mrs. Adebayo knocked on her door. 

"Good evening, Mrs. Adebayo. Do you need anything?" Ria replied.

"Not exactly. My husband and I wanted you to join us for dinner tonight."

"Oh!"

"Yeah," she continued, "we figured we haven't really gotten to know each other very well since you got here. It'd be our pleasure to have you," she finished.

"Uhm, that's amazing. I don't know what to say."

"Just say yes." She smiled warmly at her.

"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. Thank you."

"Good!" Mrs. Adebayo responded, walking away.

Ria stood in her room, confused. She thought it was a nice gesture, but she kept overthinking the situation. How she would act or conduct herself in the presence of this couple, who were clearly older than she was. It seemed like an 

awkward situation, but she shrugged it off, put on a long dress, and walked over to their house.

"I'm glad you made it." Mrs. Adebayo welcomed her.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Ria said, forcing a smile. She faked it so well, she almost believed it was authentic herself. "Good evening, Mr. Adebayo."

"Good evening, and thank you for joining us tonight. I hope we didn't take you by surprise," he said, chuckling.

"Well, let's pray. Shall we?" 

Mrs. Adebayo blessed the meal, and everyone began digging in shortly after.

The house smelled like lavender. The dinner table was set with scented candles, and everything appeared to be planned. Overall, the house appeared rich—surely, this was a wealthy couple who did not play with their surroundings. 

She could see their wedding and individual portraits hanging on the wall. She thought they looked great... Too perfect. There had to be a crack somewhere, no matter how small or well-hidden, she thought.

"So, Ria, do you mind telling us a little about yourself?" Mrs. Adebayo started.

Nervous, Ria adjusted herself on the chair.

"I'm originally from the South, and my family currently lives in Port Harcourt. I graduated from the university there, and I got posted here for my service. I am definitely new in Lagos, so I'm still figuring things out as it is, ma'am."

"Please, call me Mariah."

Ria blushed slightly. "Mariah. That's a really nice name."

"Thank you. I like yours too."

"Ria, how old are you?" Mr. Adebayo spoke up, firm and unwavering.

She responded despite how uncomfortable his demeanor made her feel.

"Wow! You're quite young. Got any plans for post-NYSC?" Mariah asked.

"Yes, but only a few. I'm still on a path to discovery, really."

They ate, laughed, and spoke more. Ria questioned them about their marriage, work, and general life experience in Lagos. One thing struck her—Mr. Adebayo rarely engaged or provided much information about himself; instead, his wife did the majority of the talking. However, he felt much more at ease asking questions about her and getting more details. This observation made her slightly uneasy; it was as if he were gathering information about her for future use.

Alas! The dinner ended, and she left smiling, carrying an extra pack of food specially curated for her. They were an excellent host, making her night memorable. When she arrived at her apartment, she immediately went to the bathroom.

While showering, her thoughts drifted to the dinner table conversations—how perfectly they portrayed themselves, how much Mrs. Adebayo spoke, Mr. Adebayo's demeanor throughout, the specifics presented in his questions, and how unsmiling he was whenever he spoke with her. For a brief moment, she felt a sense of attraction toward him.

"Snap out of it, Ria. He's married!" She smacked herself across the face. 

Ria continued to catch subtle glances at Mr. Adebayo three weeks after receiving the dinner invitation. Something about him drew her in, a mystique that piqued her curiosity. She desperately wanted to learn more about him, to discover who he was beneath that mask. She was determined to reveal the face she had convinced herself was a façade. 

It was a rainy Friday night when Mr. Adebayo got home from work. He was locked out. His wife had gone on an emergency trip, unaware that he had left without his key that day. Trapped, he waited by the door, dialing a number from his phone.

Ria had spotted him from the window. Concerned, she walked the dark corridor across from her apartment to meet him.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Adebayo?"

He casually stared her down before returning his attention to his phone.

"Everything is great, Ria."

"Alright, but do you mind me asking why you're under the rain? I mean, it's really cold out here," she added.

"I'm locked out, but I'll get it sorted. Thank you." He said as a matter of fact.

His nonchalance made her stomach churn. She was just trying to be a good neighbor, but he was being a buzzkill.

"Well, you could come inside while you sort that out; I don't mind," she finally offered. For a second, she was so sure that was a good idea.

He returned his gaze to her, searching and assessing her seriously with an intensity that made her catch her breath.

"Are you sure about that?"

That question made her stomach drop. What did he mean by that? She was only offering decent help.

"I'm getting cold, so I should probably head back now. You can come over if this doesn't work out for you." She said, turning to return to where she had come from.

"Wait!" he called out. "Thank you, I'll come."

They walked back to her apartment. He settled into one of the chairs while she made him a cup of tea. He watched her with the precision of a predator studying its prey. She handed the mug to him and placed his bag beside the couch.

"How was work today, Mr. Adebayo?"

He was quiet for a minute before he finally spoke. Ria found the hesitation unnecessary and annoying.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Ria?"

The question took her aback. It was totally out of place and surprisingly unusual, especially coming from him. A man who struck her as one who was uninterested in such matters.

"Why do you ask, Mr. Adebayo?"

"Just answer the question."

Such audacity! She thought.

Defeated, she responded. "No, I don't have a boyfriend." She paused. "Why do you ask?" 

Without uttering any word, he got up from his seat and walked straight to her. Bending down, now face-to-face with her, he said sharply without stuttering.

"Because I'm going to fuck you tonight."

Her mouth opened, completely at a loss for words and thrown off guard by this man's unexpected revelation.

"Huh?" she managed to get those three letters out of her mouth in a hushed sound.

Like a man who didn't like to repeat himself, he took her by the arms and lifted her up to meet his gaze. At this point, they could feel each other's breathing on their faces—hot, steamy, and burning with so much heat.

"I see the way you look at me, Ria," he began. "I notice you too. In fact, I have been noticing you since the day you stepped foot into this compound. And tonight, I am going to have you all to myself. When all of this is over, we'll both walk out like it never happened. Understood?"

Before she could respond, he grabbed her lips and eased her back against the wall. He ravaged her mouth while raising her thigh against his waist for balance, gradually deepening the kiss. While kissing her, he undid the straps of her silk loungewear and let them fall to the floor.

When she was completely naked in front of him, he focused on her breasts, which were round, full, and softer than he had imagined. Their mouths continued to mate in a mad rush of need. He then lifted her fully and lowered her over his groin. She cried out with delight as he filled her.

He cupped her hips in his hands and worked her back and forth, allowing the friction between them to build until they both gasped. Then he slowed his pace, knowing that if he didn't, he'd be done before she could fully enjoy the ride. He felt her body clutching and surrounding him, urging him to move. He leaned her back and drew one tight nipple into his mouth. She moaned gracefully.

He tormented her breasts until she begged him to stop the sweet torture. He placed his hand between their bodies and rubbed her intimately. She gasped. He lifted her higher onto his cock and resumed the rhythmic strokes that carried them deeper into pure sensation. 

As the pressure increased and they descended so far that neither thought they'd ever return, they clung to each other. Sweat coated their bodies, and the pace quickened. Harder. Faster. Even harder. Suddenly, their mutual climaxes struck them like lightning bolts, electrifying them with pleasure.

The aftershocks of fulfillment reverberated through their bodies as he lowered her onto the sofa and set his body aside. He hugged her, stroking her tired flesh and kissing her passionately. She fell asleep quickly, allowing her body to relax after the storm.

He dressed up, grabbed his bag, and exited the apartment. He did not intend to crash there. His reputation was too clean to be tarnished, so he booked a hotel to sleep in.

The night, still young, lingered in his thoughts. He wanted her again. He enjoyed fucking her and would do so again if given the opportunity...