You could hear her moan in pleasure as she wraps herself under your cover. She was expressive and her long sound reached the gates of heaven.
What usefulness is marriage when your partner tells you she does not enjoy sex? And seven months down the line, the monster between your legs remains inactive. But in the next world, you are king. Constantly in dream land where you only have good sex. You could hear her moan in pleasure as she wraps herself under your cover. She was expressive and her long sound reached the gates of heaven. Reaching for the sky and exploding as you cum on her face. You wish the journey never ends. The earth is old and must pass away, but your fantasy must remain.
The strokes are beautiful. They were like trees that bowed gently to the sweet movement of the morning breeze. But it was only a dream. Not at the altar with the woman you vowed to spend the rest of your life. At the slightest provocation, you cursed the day you made that vow. What will you do?
At Igboelerin, a small town in Lagos, a woman went seven months without having sex with her husband! Beaten and broken by her excuses, the man who was deprived could only help but wonder why such was his fate. A man could be at variance with his own nature.
Sometimes nature only favours its own. One sad morning, the woman broke down and took ill. After several days on the sick bed, and not recovering, her husband took her to the hospital. Trust the good doctor. He asked them to conduct test to ascertain what was really wrong.
The couple did not wait forever before the test result arrived. Smiling as if he had just won a lottery, the doctor broke the news to the couple that she was two months pregnant! He also disclosed that she was only under the spell of early pregnancy signs. Confused, the man masked his anger with an exaggerated smile. He wanted to react but the shame of washing his dirty linen in the public stared him in the face. He felt he could be perceived as weak, if he accused the wife of infidelity before the doctor. Then he swallowed hard and gently rose to his feet.
Even after the doctor had administered drugs, his wife continued to shiver and sweat profusely and he could feel the heat on her face. Only time will tell who’s responsible for the truckload of misfortune. Not willing to embarrass himself, he took the result in good faith. He shook hands with the doctor and led his wife out of the office. Once he was out of the office, his mood changed and his countenance fell. He felt like killing himself. He began to walk briskly to the garage where he had parked his car and his wife was running to catch up with his quick feet.
His mind began to work as they make their way back home. He managed to stay focused as he drove. He remembered they have not had sex for over seven months. How could she have been pregnant for two months? This cannot be the work of an angel.
When they got home, he secured the door. He grabbed his wife and threw her on the chair. And then he threw out his question, “Who is responsible for this pregnancy?”
She sat up. “Who else if not you?” she replied defensively, avoiding eye contact.
Grinding in grief, he crossed his arm over his body. “You are two months pregnant!”
“Yes, oh yes!” she hissed and fired back.
“But we have not had sex for over seven months in this house. I cannot remember the last time we made love.”
“That is your problem!” she yelled at him. “I am not a baby. How many times have I wake up in the morning with my pants down in this house? How many? Tell me! You think I don’t know what you do while I am asleep?”
His face went red with rage as he barked, “Liar! Listen to yourself and see how foolish you sound. We don’t sleep in the same room and you always lock your door in the night. So how could I have had sex with you? Or you must have brought a man into my house when I am away!”
She shot a glance at him. Not willing to back down. “You cannot deceive me Fred. You have the spare key to my room! You are a dangerous man. You have always had sex with me when I was asleep and you cannot deny it!” She lowered her head and began to sob gently.
“That’s ridiculous!” Fred placed his hands on his head. He shook his head, “Don’t do this to me Rachel. Tell me what is going on before it is too late. I guess you are still seeing Bobby! I have warned you stay away from him. He was your boyfriend before we married. Now you are my wife. Respect me Rachel. If he was good, he should have married you.”
“Fred, leave Bobby out of this matter. He is my ex-boyfriend.” She flashed a menacing smile at him and muttered, “There is nothing going on!”
“You cannot deceive me, Rachel. Bobby still calls you. You still meet each other!”
“Why are you confused? Are you accusing me? I said I have nothing to do with him!” she hissed and turned away.
“THEN WHO GOT YOU PREGNANT?” he yelled at her, shifting his weight to one leg.
“YOU!” she responded.
The atmosphere was tense. Rachel stuck to her gun. She was ready to counter every accusation. Fred was lost. He paced up and down pondering what to do. He could hardly think straight as she continued to manipulate him. Under her cover, leaving nothing to chance, she prevailed. Pride hung from her neck like an Olympic medal. Wrapped and swept under the carpet, he was down.
He could make a short work of her. Rachel is on the wings of the predicament that took her to the hospital. If only he could land a blow and watch her expire, his nightmare will be over. But as a thief in the night, he could be haunted down. Robbed of life or cursed to spend his entire life behind bars.
He waved the thought aside. He kept his cool and put himself together. He spoke with a voice that was as soft as a whisper, “You have constantly rejected me. Don’t tell me you had an encounter with Angel Gabriel because we already have JESUS CHRIST! Now, tell me the truth or I will expose you. And then I will throw you out of this house. You are cheating me. Who is responsible for this pregnancy?”
Not willing to confess, she began to cough vehemently. As Fred waited for her response, she jumped to her feet and ran to the rest room. She slammed the door and locked herself up. Coughing and causing all sorts of problems to buy time.
Fred sat on his favourite chair. He fixed his gaze on the rest room as time ticked away. At interval, he would glance at his watch and back to the door. She was wasting time and Fred ran out of patience. He has other things to do before he puts the day behind him.
Her device worked. Not wanting to cause commotion, Fred left the house. As he made for the door, he said, “I will be back by 5pm. Prepare for war if you fail to tell me who owns the pregnancy!” he slammed the door behind him. He got into his car and zoomed off.
By the time, he came back home few hours later, he met his house locked. His wife had disappeared with his two children. Shattered and broken, tears rolled down his hollowed cheeks. After several days in the limbo and no words from her, Fred called her people to explain what happened to them. All along he thought she had relocated to their family house. But that was not the case. Rachel went somewhere with the kids.
Few days later, Rachel was at Fred’s house before dawn. He was still in bed when she broke into the house. She snuck into her room to pick what was left of her effects. As she gathered her belongings, a box fell from the cupboard in the room. The disturbance woke Fred up. He rolled out of bed. He grabbed his torchlight and walked to the room to check what caused the disturbance. He was shook to see his estranged wife. “What are you doing her Rachel? Where are my children?”
There was no answer. She barely raised her head to acknowledge his presence and went back to work. Then Fred walked up to her. As he tried to pull her up, she shoved him off, “Get your hands off me!”
“Where are my kids?”
“Your kids?” she raised her head. “They are in safe hands.”
“I want to see them!”
“I have reported you to the police. You don’t have any child, Fred.” She disclosed.
Furious, Fred grabbed her and pinned her to the wall. “Rachel you are hurting me! Where are my kids?” As he strangled her, and Rachel kicking the air and struggling to free herself, the police rushed into the house.
“Get your hands off her!” one of the officers said.
Fred quickly let go of her. He back stepped and threw his hands in the air. Rachel took cover under the wings of the policemen.
Before Fred could blink, he was in handcuff. Rachel picked her effects. The policemen led them into their van and drove the couple to the station. There Fred learnt his fate and was made to sign an undertaking not to harass her again. And she disclosed to him that Bobby was the biological father of the kids he thought were his. Bobby also got her pregnant.
After seven years of marriage to Fred, Rachel finally went back to where her heart lies. Bobby was her first love!
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A well-written story. Rather gripping at times. The other two children came as a surprise as well as the ending. I think that this kind of thing is more common. There is often a strong attachment to a first love that doesn't go away. So in a way, that ending was rather normal and not a twist. I was thinking that Rachel had used some ruse to get pregnant, wanting to have children but not sex.
