My Daughter My Wife Episode 6
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🧔 My Daughter My Wife Episode Six: 👫
Madonna and I had the stëamiest of sx.x the previous night, and I was pretty sure that my p00r mother was unable to sleep all through the night.
What even worried me the most was how Madonna chose to keep hitt!ng the wall when she reached the height of the game this morning. She had always reacted differently to the intense pressure that came with the pleasure of her arrival at the top, but this morning, she chose to do the unexpected, h!tting her hand hard on the wall as I slà.mmed away, helping her get there.
“Ekàaró Iyà mì” I greeted, pro.st.rating before my mother who was in the sitting room when I got out of the room, prepared for the day’s work.
Madonna was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, and I could hear her singing while she moved around in the kitchen as a newly married wife would do. “Yeah, why wouldn’t she sing when she had been duly taken care of all through the night, and even this morning!” I thought, smiling.
“Andrew, Andrew, Andrew!!! How many times did I call you?” My mother asked in response to the greeting.
“Iyà, we have already talked about this. You agreed to let me keep her until the child is weaned. Am I not supposed to perform my duties to her as a man for the period of time she stays with me? Would you rather, I allowed her stay without sx.x and make her run to another man for it, when she is carrying my baby?
“I’m late for work iyà, I just have to run along now. I left a lot of things unattended to yesterday in the office. I’ll see you when I return” I told my mother, choosing to get on the def.ensive mode to keep her from further àtt acks.
My mother looked at me, shook her head and continued stringing the bead she was stringing before I came out.
I know my mother too well, and I know what it means when she purses her lips while doing something, but I also knew that I needed to make her understand that I wasn’t ready to let anyone come between Madonna and I.
Of course I love my mother, but no one can give me what Madonna has to offer me, not even her mother was able to make me imagine rushing home at the close of work, let alone abandoning the jobs at hand to run home for sx.x in the bath tub.
I kept smiling as I drove to work that day, and even though I was getting weàried from the load of work I had to face that day, I was duly motivated to complete my tasks so quickly, because I needed to get to the registry where my Donna would be waiting for me, to sign the marriage certificate.
Some hours later, Madonna and I were walking out of the registrar’s office, our marriage certificate safely tucked into Madonna’s handbag.
“Oh daddy, I’m so happy that we are finally here! I don’t know what I would have done if things didn’t work out between us. I love you so much” she told me, k.issing me crã.zy, right in the open, as we stood besides my car.
“I love you more my Donna. You make me feel so renewed and wanted. The circumstances surrounding our meeting may not really be the conventional one, but Donna, you complete me, you make me a complete man” I told her the moment she let my lips go.
Her hands were still on my shoulders and mine comfortably sitting on her big b.ûtt as my arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her so close that my small màn that was already reacting to the kis.ses, was àngrily poking the spot right between her thìghs.
“Ah daddy, you’re making me wēt, I can’t k.iss you for a second without wishing I have all of you inside me, filling me up with your ever firm and full ērec ti0n, and riding me as energetically as you always do” she whispered into my ears.
“Come on my Donna, you’re going to make me lose it!” I complained, letting one of my hands locate the n!p.ple that seemed the most àr0 used, giving it a squeeze and she began to m.0an, not caring that we were in the public.
It was getting dark, I knew, but with her m0.aning so loudly, she was certainly going to make people pay us attention. So I quickly opened the door to the back seat, and made her sit inside. I shut the door, turned round and went to the driver’s seat, turned on the ignition and adjusted the AC to ensure we didn’t su.ffocate.
While I was doing these little tas.ks of ensuring we were going to sit in the car in safety, my wife was u.nzipping my trouser hurriedly, having removed her p.ànt!es, and adjusted her skirt upwards.
“Come on daddy” she muttered impatiently, and just because I waited some seconds in complying with her demand to get to the back seat where she had already positioned for the d0g.gy’s style, this wife of mine, jumped to the front seat, and sat across me, my phallus getting plugged instantly to her already completely lubricated gateway to bliss.
I let out a yelp, and while I saw her struggling to find enough room to begin her ride, my hands moved involuntarily to the sides, adjusting the driver’s seat, so I was in a semi sleeping position.
“Oh daddy, this has got to be the best place to fc.ûk you. Your joy st!ck is getting to the right spot, ouch, have mercy on my n!p ples” she begged as she continued to ride, and the full and succulent sisters that she had been dangling over my face all along, found their way into my mouth.
C0w girl style had never felt this good, no, it has never! Madonna had her two hands on her head as she continued to twérk on top of me, getting multiple 0rg.asms, only pausing for a few seconds after each and continuing with her ride, until the feel of the hotness of the last one she had on my propagator made it impossible for me to hold on any second longer.
“I’m cû. mm!ng!” I announced, vibrating so helplessly that my legs began to hït the throttle and brake pedals as I moved. My hands left her brê àsts, and rested on her waist, helping her make her moves faster, as I pulled her in and out.
Then came the explosion! “Arhhhh!” I scr.eamed, my voice mixing with hers as she pulled her hair, freezing in a spot, as if she had suddenly convulsed for a few seconds, then she fell limply on my body, kis.
sing my ear, my cheeks an infact, anywhere her position allowed her.
She got up after a while, with our tools of friendly assåult making a plop sound as they disengaged, and took her seat on the passenger’s side.
“Let’s go home daddy” she told me as if nothing had just happened. I looked at her,and couldn’t help but smile awkardly when she kept looking at my already sleeping small man, that was surrounded by our gen !tal fluids.
“Thank you Jane for leaving me. Thank you for àbandoning our marriage for the sake of your lover and leaving me Madonna your daughter as a consolation prize” I thought as I drove home that night.
My mother had agreed to baby sit Madonna’s siblings, so when we got home late that night, the children were already asleep, and my mother was watching a home movie.
She answered our greetings as someone who was being forced to do so, but I was glad that she noticed that we were wearing our wedding bands, and she had come to understand that Madonna was no longer my daughter, but my wife.
“Mama, daddy finally put a ring to our love” Madonna told my mother, flaunting the ring on her finger.
“I hope you don’t sit in rēgr ets soon son” my mother told me instead and walked away. I smiled at Madonna who looked at me with a s.ullen face, just to make her feel okay, but I was beginning to worry. Do you think my mother is right to remain this way to my wife, when she knows she’s bearing my first child?
TO Be Continued
