My Sister-in-Law is a Sex Addict

Whenever she smiles, like the rising sun, all I see is hope for our dying world.

Whenever she walks, it seems there are a dozen unseen angels accompanying her.

Her voice is unique; it is a sign that there is a place called paradise somewhere outside this planet.

Her hair is marvelous, her skin excellent, and her teeth as white as snow. She is a perfect woman.

Whenever people see my sister in-law taking a walk in the company of her husband, the only thing that comes to their mind is that her spouse is no doubt the luckiest man on planet earth.

In the past, I was constantly in the habit of blaming God for not bringing a woman as lovely as her my way. But like I said, it was in the past.

A few years back, before she wedded my brother, my only wish was for something awful to occur so that they would break up. I was seeking an opportunity to make her mine.

I also wished that God through some divine means wouldn’t make my brother angry, as I become the new owner of this lovely lady. Oh foolish me!

To say she is a woman with a great body is an understatement; she is best described as a gift from above. God must have spent countless number of hours creating Sharon (not her real name).

There are not many women in this millennium that possesses the type of beauty that Sharon is got. She is awesomely beautiful.

But don’t be fooled, there is more to Sharon than meets the eye. Until now, I have never really gotten to know her background and what triggers her into doing the things I lately found out she was doing.

Till date, my brother still doesn’t know what stuff his wife is made of. Poor Jackson! How am I going to tell him he is married to a woman that don’t deserve a man as hard working and faithful as him, that would really break his heart.

It all started when I took my boss’s car to his motor mechanic to have it fixed some weeks back. Considering the possibility of the auto engineers messing up the car in my absence (since they are no longer people to be trusted) I had to stay behind to overseer their work.

While waiting on the car, I became curious when I noticed the guys at the workshop spending more time on a particular mobile phone than on the job they were being paid to do.