My Husband And I Part 2
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👫💞 My Husband And I Part TWO:
For some days now, hubby has been wearing a really long face. He must have been hit really ba.d by the stunt I pulled on him the last time, in revenge for what he did to me. Who told him to make me see the cow leg pepper soup and pu.nish me so wic.kedly?
When I woke up the next morning, he was already seated with the children, clapping hands and waiting for me to come out for our morning devotion.
My first daughter sang sonorously as we all clapped and sang praises for a while, and I opened the Bible to read the text he called out as the Bible verse for his word exaltation.
“1 Corinthians 7:4 The wife hath not power of her own body, but the husband: and likewise also the husband hath not power of his own body, but the wife.
7:5 Defraud ye not one the other, except it be with consent for a time, that ye may give yourselves to fasting and prayer; and come together again, that Satan tempt you not for your incontinency.” I read, smiling as I read.
My grown son was wearing a funny look, and I could tell that even though the smaller children were paying rapt attention to what their father was saying, trying to understand what the exaltation was all about, he already knew what was playing out.
He finished with the prayers so quickly, it seemed we were just there to read the Bible passages he had chosen. And then he was bathing to go out.
I quickly served his meal after I noticed he was in a hurry to leave the house, and son of man ate in absolute silence, not caring about how I kept taunting him, intentionally miming Timaya’s latest hit, “As e dey pain Dem”, moving here and there while he ate.
And so for the past days, oga decided to go on a strike, not making any attempt to touch me, and always watching whatever it was that he liked to watch, smiling and laughing like he didn’t have a care in the world, until he slept off.
I found it funny how he imagined that I’d be the one to beg him to touch me. “Conji nor be because of woman abeg” I kept telling myself, and that really worked for me till yesterday.
Yesterday being Christmas, he rushed into the bathroom to freshen up as soon as we finished with our morning devotion and prepared for the Christmas service.
After the church service, he drove us to one aboki’s stand to get something. I have always known that my husband liked buying dates, so I presumed that was what he went for, but something about the way this son of man was smiling while he ate his Christmas food, made me worry if he was up to something again, but, I cared less.
So as usual, we all left in his car to a water park. It was customary for us to hang out with the children in the day, then, later towards evening, we’d send the children to the hotel room and go on to have super fun before returning to our own room in the suite we always lodged with the.kids
So when we arrived the hotel , he quickly sent the children to their room and came out in a hurry. We set out to a particular cinema he had insisted he chose specially for us.
I never knew my husband as a fan of home movies, so I was totally flabbergasted to find us sitting to see a home video, until I saw what the movie was all about.
I never knew we now have erot.ic home videos until we sat to watch that movie yesterday. And my hubby kept passing me something so sweet to chew while we watched.
At first I thought it was dates, but when I chewed the first and chewed the second, I knew it didn’t taste anything like dates.
“What’s this darling?” I asked as I placed my hand on his thigh. Something about how the stuff tasted in my mouth told me I have never eaten it before.
“Its called gorontula dear, call it’s snot apple if you may, but I got it for you specially today as your Christmas gift” he said, winking mischievously.
“Never heard or seen it before, but since you got it for me, then I have to say thank you son of man. Of all the things you could get, it’s some strange fruit that I haven’t seen or heard of before” I told him, rolling my eyes.
I snatched my hand from his thigh, feeling very displeased that he had taken our little matter a little too far.
How could he tell me what he got for me for Christmas was some small fruits? What ever happened to those good gifts he usually got me before?
“Are you okay?” he asked me with so much concerned when he saw how I reacted. And it made me angrier that he was acting dumb after intentionally trying to get at me by gifting me some small fruits.
“I’m very okay son of man, I only think you’re being too petty not to have got me something big for Christmas because of our little difference the last time” I told him, stressing the “son of man” as much as I could.
He chuckled softly and responded in a way that made me sure he was up to no good. “Don’t call what I got you small until you see how much it can do for and to you dear wife” he told me, and returned his attention to the movie he was watching.
Some few minutes later, my body began to react in a way I couldn’t explain. I was beginning to tingle and wriggle all over.
Could it be the effect of the movie? Why am I burning all over, desiring to have my husband there and then?
“It must be the effect of the movie. It just had to be. Hubby had tactically brought me here to see this ero.tic movie, to get me all riled up, and have me beg him to take the fire off me, but that won’t work. I’ll certainly make him see how unmoved I am by what he had done” I told myself as I tried to sit still.
But the more I tried to ignore the fire, the fiercer it burned in me. So I told him we needed to go, I was tired of the movie, and I needed to rest.
He smiled again, and led the way out of the cinema. We got into the car, and even though I wasn’t seeing the movie I thought was making me burn so hotly, I was dying to have him hold me.
So I started a story and got us laughing. I laughed so hard that I let my hand fall on his thigh, and let it remain there. Well, maybe not really there, for my hand was moving on its own accord, towards his groi.ns.
“I’m driving darling. Stop this at once” he told me somewhat sternly, making me look like I was begging him already.
I pulled my hand away in shame and reminded myself to stay on my own no matter what, that night.
From my calculations, he had taken me to the cinema to see that erot.ic movie because he was dying to have me, so I’d just make him hunger for me some more before I allowed him, I thought.
By the time we got to our hotel room, this son of man was wearing a serious look. We got into the room and I decided to turn on my charm.
I could see he was having a difficult time keeping his hands off me, but this man seemed to be too strong willed last night, and since I was reaching a point where I couldn’t handle it any longer, I threw caution and pride to the winds and walked up to him, to see how we could copulate and coordinate things, but he told me he was fasting!
“What! When did you start fasting when we have been feasting and wining since morning?” I asked him incredulously
“If I say I’m fasting, then I’m fasting. So you just let me be. And since when did you start begging for sxx?” he asked, determined to mock me forever.
“I wasn’t begging…” I began, and he smiled and tried to get up. “Oh well yes, I’m begging, please darling, I’m burning inside, ple plea please” I stuttered.
“Darling? That should have been ‘son of man’, you know” he said, the mockery in his voice too obvious.
“Im sorry my love, I’m never ever going to do that again! The last time I called you that, is the last time you’d ever hear that name calling. But please darling, remember what the Bible says…” I was saying, but he cut me short
“I’m going to need to be serious about keeping my memory in tact, I never knew it was the Bible that talked about it. I even thought it’s one of those singers that composed that “as e dey pain Dem” he said, hitting his right palm on his forehead, as though trying to be faster in recalling things.
“Im sorry. My king, my pillar, the love of my life, the father of my children, I’ve told you the truth,.I’ll nevwr make you angry ever in this life. Pleaseeeeeeeeee” I cried and he pulled me up to stand besides him.
Then he was kissing me, making me get hotter down there. I had my eyes closed and senses on fire when he pulled back all of a sudden and stepped back.
“You made me almost forget, I’m fasting babes. I’m sorry I can’t do this” he told me and dashed out of our room to join the kids, then it was my turn to scream “dey play”
TO Be Continued
