It was our 9th wedding anniversary and it fell on a Saturday. George and I decided to mark our nine years of blissful matrimony with beatific honeymoon. Meanwhile, I had on Friday taken our two children and maid to my mum’s place for the weekend. So, we had the flat to ourselves, bereft of the joyful troubles of our bubbly kids.
Our rules were clearly spelt out: no phone calls, no visitors, no outings and no clothes. And all the rules were faithfully observed.
The most intriguing of the rules was ‘ no clothes’. In other words, we walked round the house nude. It was hotly romantic. George was a savage throughout. He began his erotic stunts in the bathroom. While bathing together in the morning, he held my waist, while I leaned on the sink. He made love to me thrusting briskly from the back. I felt him in my intestines as I groaned in ecstasy.
After shower, we moved to the kitchen for breakfast. It was very light: French toast, baked beans, omelet and green tea. We ate right on the rectangular granite top console in the kitchen. As we made our way to the living room, my phone fell, it’s parts littered the floor. I bent down to pick the smithereens. George stood behind me, apparently, starring at my pussy; the slit, the tits and the clits were in clear view from the rear since we were both nude. Suddenly, George jolted me with super, dizzying doggy thrusts! I forgot about the scattered phone parts and repositioned my bum to receive by darling’s dick.
After about three minutes of fiery back kicks, we relocated to the couch, our fluffy, comfy sex spot whenever we are alone at home. Later, we moved to our bedroom. Here, we experimented new positions and we had fun for more than 40 minutes. I wanted more. But George was spent. He slept off, snoring heavily. His sperm draped dick lay limp and lifeless.
I rushed back to the kitchen to pick the pieces of my phone. But like a cracked egg shell, the screen had broken into pieces. Well, I took solace in the fact that my sweetheart had earlier promised to buy me a new phone as part of the anniversary bonus.
I took my sim card and went back to join my husband in the room. He was still in deep slumber.
I was restless. Sleep was not in sight. More sex was not on tap. My husband was in limbo. Worse still, no phone to fondle with. I stared at the ceiling, horny, nervous and needed a distraction
I decided to play with my husband’s phone! Truly, I had never used his phone before. In fact, the phone was locked. Only his fingerprints can unlock it. I didn’t want to wake him. I tried a quick trick. It worked but it left me in a worst state ever.
While deeply asleep, I placed his left thumb on the phone’s fingerprints sensor. It was unlocked. I played two different types of games and I was excited. After a while, I was becoming groggy, yawning and yawing. I was just about to drop the phone in obedience to sleep when something suddenly pushed me to check my husband’s text messages. And I did.
The contents are poisonous to my soul.
First, I saw exchanges of love messages between my husband and four different ladies. Then, I flipped through his WhatsApp. Deadly messages and images.
First, there were nude pictures. One Nifemi sent vivid images of her boobs and pussy while my husband replied her with a picture of his penis and a covering note ” It is all yours baby”
Tears streamed down my cheeks. My hands quivered uncontrollably. So, George can do all that with other ladies? Not one. Not two. Four now and still counting. I scrolled down and was damned! I read a message from one Joyce who claimed to be pregnant for my husband! I ran out of the bedroom and sank into the sofa. Joyce threatened to keep the pregnancy if my husband failed to “pay one million naira abortion fees into her account within one week” When I checked the date the message was sent, I discovered that the deadline had expired. “So, George is expecting a baby from another woman? ” I asked myself. I rushed to the kitchen, took a knife and dashed to the bedroom. I wanted to stab my husband for this cruel betrayal. On a second thought, I asked myself “What will be my gain if I kill my husband? What will happen to our children if I kill myself alongside?” I returned the knife to the kitchen. I opted to wait for him to wake up from his sleep. But how will I tell him that I used his fingerprints to unlock his phone while asleep? That itself is another case of betrayal.
He woke up about 25 minutes later and noticed that I was moody . it’s now three days after the revelations… I’m yet to confront my husband. I’m confused. What do I do?