I met my husband through James, his friend who was the Best Man the day we got married some years ago. James was my course mate at the Federal Polytechnic, Bida, Niger State. He was the best student in our set and because of his brilliance many of us were close to him. For the four years we did our National Diploma and Higher National Diploma, I never looked at him as anything other than a friend. Even when we did our internship together in an Abuja firm, romance was never considered. During the first year of our HND, he introduced me to Dolapo, who later became my husband.
Five years after our marriage, Dolapo lost his job with an insurance firm. We were managing with my small salary as a secondary school teacher. One day he came home and said he was relocating to Istanbul, Turkey in search of greener pasture. He said he would only be away for a few years and he would come back home to start a business. At the worst, he said he would send for me after he had settled down. Neither of the options appealed to me. I just wanted my husband to stay around me.
I brooded for days, but he ignored me and went ahead with his plans. When I saw that he would not drop the idea because of me, I decided to have the best of our remaining moments together. I paraded myself naked at every given opportunity and his dick never disappointed. Once he saw my banging boobs, he would grab me and we made love as many times as possible. Secretly, I prayed that I would get pregnant and the baby would keep me company when he was gone. But no matter how many times we fucked, my period never failed and my belly remained flat.
James and I saw him off to the airport one Saturday evening. I cried, cried and cried as we saw him off to the Immigration point. I felt a part of me was gone. The following morning I expected his call and never heard anything from me. James too did not hear from him. It was five days later before we heard from him. He called James and James called me thereafter. He had bad news: Dolapo was arrested on arrival in Istanbul with substances tested and found to be cocaine. He confessed to James that he actually committed the crime. My world crashed.
I had never known him to be a desperate soul. I could have even vouched that he would never commit any form of crime. The only crime I knew he was incapable of running away from was my body, his weakness for my nakedness was no secret to both of us.
James became my confidant. He checked on me at least once in a week. The week he travelled and I did not see him it was like a part of me was missing. To make me happy, James would sometimes take me to the cinema or any other fun place. His single status made things easy for us. Any time I troubled him about looking for a girl and getting married, he would shrug it off.
One day after we came back from the cinema, heavy rain started and I persuaded him to stay behind in my place. I told him he would sleep in the visitor’s room. We stayed up late in the sitting room having red wine and the asun we bought from a vendor inside the cinema’s compound. At a point that night, I became very horny, my pussy suddenly misted and my nipples stood erect. I tried to control myself but my brain was in total control. My spirit was willing but my body was disobedient. I leant towards James and thought he would move back; instead he moved closer, our chests collided, our open mouths met and we became one.
In no time, I pulled my shirt, threw my bra away and positioned my boobs by his mouth. He latched at the boobs like a child desirous of milk. I moaned, I cried and I sang melodies only heavenly bodies could interpret. Right there on the couch, James pulled my panties and buried his head between my legs. I simply died. Oh God, it was out of this world. I had never had such sensation before. Never. Minutes into this otherworldly feeling I begged him to come and fuck me. I could not hold myself again. When he was wasting time, I eased myself out of his hold, unzipped his trousers, freed his throbbing dick and sat on it—panning in and panning out, with my eyes shut, in ecstasy.
We repeated the acts three more times before we went to bed. Instead of the visitor’s room, I led him to my matrimonial bed and I slept on his chest, unafraid and not sad because I convinced myself that Dolapo betrayed our love by getting himself thrown into jail.
James started avoiding me after that and I would have none of it. I convinced him that Dolapo betrayed both of us by trafficking drugs and keeping his plans close to his chest. He had also refused to speak directly with me on the pretext that he was ashamed and his calls to James stopped some months back.
Henceforth James and I carried on without cares. I gave up my flat when the rent expired and moved in with him.