I have been married for almost eight years now. My husband; Tobore; is a Clergy man who works with less privileged in a Non-Governmental Organization (NGO). We met in the course of his work with the less privileged.
I met Tobore then as a young missionary who was freshly widowed. He was kind to me, preached to me and encouraged me to get on the right track of life. Two years later, we got married and we have a son; Tejiri; that is six years old now.
Being married to my husband is regrettably quiet and boring because he is completely enmeshed in his work as he is sold out to helping the less privileged. I am a full-time house wife but sometimes, I make people’s hair if they come to me or they book appointments for my services. I started feeling lonely after marriage. My husband can spend days working on different NGO projects.
He hardly comes home. He is home only like twice in a month. I know, I signed up for this kind of life but I am a young woman and I miss the touch and warmth of a man; but, at the same time, not that of my husband. The reason I don’t miss the touch of my husband is that when he is even at home, all he can do is less than three minutes of sex because he is always tired, apparently from the stress of work. I feel frustrated but I try to live like that, just focusing on raising my child.
Then something happened one day while I was cleaning the entire house. As I was cleaning the guest room, I stumbled on my husband’s old travel bag that had several old Video Compact Disks.
I started going through each one of them, they were mostly old movies. So, I kept them aside so that I could watch some of them anytime I was bored. That was how I watched some of the CDs days later. And then, one of them turned out to be a porn video. I was shocked because my husband is the last person I would think of that can ever watch such nonsense.
However, since I was home alone and I was practically horny all the time, this CD became my companion. I would watch it everyday as soon as I dropped my son in school and masturbated afterwards. This gradually became a habit and indeed, an engrossing addiction. I just wanted to give myself pleasure and to forget being alone.
This was my secret for almost a year. It helped me cope with the lack of sex in my marriage. Well, that was how it was, until my husband’s cousin; Efe; came to drop some items he brought for us from the village. He was supposed to come the day before but he didn’t, so when he showed up the next day, I was not expecting him. When he knocked on the door, I was watching my precious porn and I tried to switch it off but it was too late, the door swung open, and there, this young man came inside.
I struggled with the DVD’s remote control to put off the damn video; but it was rather late, as he caught a glimpse of the ‘blue film’ and was clearly embarrassed, just as I was too. I told Efe I was sorry. From his gaze, I could deduce he was confused. He must have wondered why would I be watching such a thing. I naively told him because I was lonely and horny all the time. He shrugged and told me its alright. I begged him not to tell anyone especially my husband. He agreed.
He dropped the yams and plantain he brought for us and was about to leave but he stopped. I wished he had quietly left that day. But no, he didn’t. He turned and touched me. My body caught some shivers from his gentle touch. I could barely hear all what he mumbled to my ears. But I clearly heard him promising to take care of me, and relieve me of my loneliness and lack of sex. I mustered a weak courage and told him ‘no’; but he held me and started to rub his hands on me, from my cheeks down to my neck and shoulders. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him any longer if his hands went further downwards towards my breasts and cleavage.
Jeez… Deep inside me, I really wanted it, but at the same time, I was trying hard to fight this temptation.
I kept telling him this was wrong because I am married but he said if I don’t agree he will tell my husband. He kept rubbing me and his hands clasped my breasts. There and then, I knew I had lost the fight. He must have realized this too, because before I knew it, he was on top of me. I was wet already. This made Efe to have an easy penetration. He told me to relax and enjoy all I have been missing from my husband. At this point, who am I not to relax and enjoy what I have been deprived of, all these while? He sucked my breasts hungrily while pounding me with his huge dick which looked like a little pestle. As he thrusted in and out of me on the soft three-seater sofa, I threw my legs wide apart for him and rubbed his back as I enjoyed the sexual trip to cloud nine.
I moaned like a fool. Serial orgasms followed his persistent thrusts. I really enjoyed it; but I was immediately filled with guilt. He got up quietly and pulled back his trousers. He asked me if I enjoyed it and I; ashamedly; nodded my head in the positive. I just begged him not to tell my husband anything. He said it was fine, that it was just our secret.
A week later, he called me that he was coming to make me feel good again.
Efe came as promised and we had a great sex. This time, we moved from the sofa to a more comfortable bed in our guest room. Our secret sex escapades continued almost on weekly basis.
I took a decision not to allow this become another addiction. So, the last time he came, I put up some resistance. As he touched me, I tried to push him away. But, as if he knew my weakness, he grabbed my breasts and rubbed the nipples. That put paid to my pushes and struggle to set myself free. I could feel my knees going weak.
“Will he end up having his way again?” I thought to myself.
“No…” I tried to muster the little courage of resistance left in me.
Deep down, I knew I couldn’t resist it any longer. My pants were already soaked with the discharges trickling out of my virginal. Efe’s right hand went straight to rip my pants off. He was making the attempt to finger me. My body was full of goose pimples and trembled like a convulsing child. I could feel my clitoris dripping wet.