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Here's Theblessedman again. Your humble writer, except this time, I'm far from my usual humility status. To be precise, am in a VEXING mode and its not because am proud, but its largely because I hate being judged wrongly.

Yes, you read that right. I don't detest criticism, atleast, it was its constructive aspect that gave me the wherewithal to push Countless to this closing stages.

You want to hear the truth today? I never planned on writing any story in the first place, my childish mind's plan back then on March 21st of 2017 was just to write a funny introduction with the pretense of writing a story, gain some likes and run away but when I started seeing encouraging comments after the introduction, 1st and third episode, I decided to continue. Am sure you still remember how the story never got a proper title up till the 13th episode. [/color]

Then it got to a stage I was totally lost on what to type, but I was able to cross that bridge because the few readers back then never discouraged me. They fed me with a lot of morale boosting comments without taking my blunders into any consideration.

Now, having said that, let me quickly tell you the reason for my vexative mood.

After the 149th episode of Countless that I dropped here, I received a lot of messages on my GMail inbox. Most of which were enough to make me cry but thank God I didn't. Not because I don't have tears to shed, but because I believe for every Jesus out there, there must be a Judas, I held on to my rugged mode.

I never reply them. I decide its better to bring it here, where it all started, where you all got to know Darous Emmanuel.

I will copy paste atleast four of those messages below but before I do, let me quickly tell you briefly about myself.

My real name, as most of you already know is Idowu Oluwadamilare Emmanuel. Am also known as Folarin Darousmart Emmanuel.

Am 27yrz of age. Or to make it less complicated, I was born on 29th of May, two years before the emergence of the memorable event that immortalised June12.

Am a staunch hustler. My hustling is plainly based in Building works. Call me a Mason, you are there. Call me a Bricklayer, oh my God, you just enter the place. Am not saying this for advert, but just to clarify things a bit. Forget about how that senseless Darous in COUNTLESS has painted me, am a guy who works very hard everyday. Shout out to other hard hustlers out there. A pay day is coming for us.

Am a father! Yea! You read right. Am not saying much on that by the way.

Am a semi-orphan. (one parent alive. Mum to be precise). And I hope and pray to maintain that semi-orphanic status for atleast 60years to come.

A secondary school graduate. I no pass Ss3. Abuse me if you like. I no send.


Thats all you need to know about my biography.

The reason I decided to reply those unholy messages here on Nairaland is because I have a feeling others like them are also here on Nairaland and equally have similar sentiments about the man called Theblessedman.

Here are some of those messages. I would hav preferred to drop my Gmail password 4 u pple to log in urself and read them bt d fear of hackers is the beginning of wisdom.

Names of senders witheld cos of some reasons, but I know the senders knows themselves. I challenge them to deny any of it.

1)Hi,tbm am 1 of ur readerz on nairaland. I lov ur wrk, bt y wil u tel us 2 lyk ur page on faceboook n instagram b4 u go drop d last episode of Countless. Its nt fair o. Do something pls. I lov ur wrk.

Me replying here). I NEVER SAID SO. I never planned on doing so. So I don't know how you got that idea.


2) Guy, you 4uk up big time. How u go talk say mak we buy phone for you? If you know say you nid phone, hustle hard. The phone wey meself dey use, nobody buy m for me. So tell your guys to stop that noise on NL. Have a nice day.

Me replying here). Thank u 4 voicing ur mind. But knw dis, I never make any request for pple to buy phone for me. I started this story with a very old nokia 2700 and am still using it up till now. I may upload its picture for you people to see. Am contented with it because of many reasons which are; 1) I know every part of it like the back of my palm. 2). Its very handy. Handy in the sense that I may be working in a site and an idea might pop into my mind that will suit an upcoming episode. And its 'create new message' option is on shortcut mode. 3) It has a very durable battery. Well thats the only area nokia beats other phones.

The idea of buying a phone for me was ochestrated by Ghettochild and other readers. I never asked them and am sure they've never pressurised anyone to join them in doing so. I don't even knw wat good thing I did 2 those people b4 dey decide 2 make surfing internet more easier 4 me. Thanks to dem, I now ave a hope of ending d year wit something called ANDROID.

MORE TO FOLLOW BELOW.

CONTINUATION OF EPISODE 149.



The next thing I saw was how my wife, like a slow motion, started falling to the ground on her back.

On impulse, I got off the car and like a speed of light, rounded the car to where my life, sorry, my wife was lying on the floor.
I found her spilling some whitish liquid from her mouth to the ground and she was shaking vigorously.

'oh my Gawd! She's having seizures!' I cried out mentally in utter disbelief.

"what...what...what....what....what..." I rambled out in fright.

In that awkward moment, fear gripped my heart. I panicked. Seeing her in such epileptic condition tore my heart into thousand shreds.
I started fidgeting nervously and unable to decide on what next to do.

I glanced around to see if I can get help from passersby but unfortunately the day was a sunday and the road was sparsely filled with humans.

I returned my apprehensive gaze to my wife and she was still shaking vigorously while the whitish liquid were still oozing from her buccal cavity.

The thought of carrying her to the car and straight to the hospital entered my brain at that moment but I was inches from her when I suddenly remembered one of the phobias my mum use to tell me and my siblings about epileptic patients (warapa) when we were still toddlers.

She would say; "whenever you see uncle Kazeem sprawling on the floor and pouring white foam from his mouth, Dare, Ope, Ayo, Joshua, Eniola," She will call us one by one. "eti yin melo?, (meaning, how many ears do you have?)" We would chorus 2! "ki le fi n se? (what are you using it to do?)"

We would say; a fin gbo ran. (meaning, we using it to hear word.)

"don't move near him o. Run away very fast. Because if that white foam touches you, you will also catch warapa (epilepsy) instantly." Those words came to me at that moment and I become more confused than ever.

This is my wife, lying helplessly on the hot tarred entrance of Lewis gate under this scortching sun.

I didn't know what to do. There's no way I would touch her without coming in contact with the liquid spilling from her mouth and then I will also be infected.

My wife will never forgive herself if I also got infected with her epilepsy.

The next thing to do is to run and call for help. This is not about me abandoning my wife. Its about using common sense.

I took a cursory glance around. Its just few minutes past twelve and the road was still somehow empty. But am sure it will be filled with people once its 2pm.

I need to hurry up. I saw a hospital at a place not far from here when we were coming. Let me hurry up and go there to get help. I only pray no one should come close to her before I come back.' I concluded within me and entered my car. I turned around and zoomed off, thereby leaving and exposing my unconscious wife out there, under the scortching sun with the aim of returning very soon with help.

*

The distance between Lewis house and the hospital I saw before is just a 15 minutes journey when driving on average speed. But due to the hold up I encountered on the road, it took me more than thirty minutes to get halfway. A cement truck with punctured tires had blocked the road from miles ahead.

Tired of waiting for the end of the gridlock, I swerved to one side of the road, close to the pedestrian walk way and parked my car. I spotted a bike coming and I hurriedly stopped it.

"take me to Lantoro hospital...."

"Aro or the main gate?" The bike man asked.

"anyone of them will do. Please hurry up." I said very fast and mounted the bike.

"your money is..."

"Forget that please...I'll pay you times four... Just get me there first..." I shouted at him.

*

I got to the hospital after 5minutes of drive on the bike.

Fortunately for me, I was attended to on time and two nurses were assigned to follow me.

The other side of the road was free and we were able to get to Lewis gate within fifteen minutes but unfortunately, my wife was no where to be found.

"where's she?" One of the nurses asked me after glancing around.

"I...I... I left her here before...before I left..." I answered with a breaking voice. My heart was troubled. I couldn't stand straight. The thought of something worse happening to my wife made me feel tension all over my being.

"obviously, she's not here...." The other nurse rasped out disappointedly.

"Please help me find her... Please...she's my life..." I begged them almost in tears.

"obviously, as it turns out, your life is nowhere to be found..." The first nurse said sarcastically while I was checking the gate of Lewis house but I found it locked.

"Thats if you even have any life to begin with...." The second nurse added.

"You appeared too mature for this public disgrace you are giving yourself." The first nurse added with a tone of annoyance.

"No thanks for wasting our time...." The first nurse said and hissed as they both walked to the main road.

I was left to face my own problem. I didn't know where to start.

'how can she just vanish without any trace?' I asked myself exasperatedly.
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While still wailing bitterly on the floor, I begin to think deeply of how my wife suddenly became epileptic. I don't remember ever seeing any hint of epilepsy on any of her family members including her. Then how did she developed that embarrasing ailment? God have mercy! Why is this happening to me now? Am I not entitled to have a month full of happiness? Why is my life like this? All my life, I have been a regular customer of pain and sorrow! God please make this stop. I can't lose my wife. My life will be meaningless.'

"Mr man, what happened to you?" A woman asked me after spotting me from the main road. I ignored her and continued weeping on the floor. My cloths was soaked in tears and sweats.

Two young guys were also standing close to her and they were already in front of me when I finally settled my teary gaze on them.

"maybe Man U don spoil hin ticket too...." One of the guys said. He was claded in a blue chelsea jersey.

"eeyah, I feel sorry for him. Maybe he staked it with all his life savings...." The other guy claded in a Man U up and down jersey added while I was still weeping uncontrollably. My heart was in absolute grief.

"Wetin Lukaku and Mourinho go cause for this life eh? Jesus no go fit repair am..." The chelsea guy added again. "chai! See how person papa dey weep on the floor because of Man U? Chai... Lukaku, you go sweat enter hell ni o..."

"I think that our team is truly owned and sponsored by the devil and his main objective is just to come and ruin our peaceful human lives...."

"nothing has caused more pain and sorrow to us this year than Mourinho and Lukaku." The Man u guy remarked again.


"Will you two just keep quiet and give the man a break? You don't even know why he's crying..." The slim woman said. By this time, more than ten people have gathered around me. Old men and women, children and slay queens all holding phones.

"Mr man, what happened?" An older man held my head and whispered into my ear.

"What happened?" Another man asked.

"tell us, maybe we can help you..." One of the slay queens said.

Hearing all that, I rubbed of the tears in my eyes and decided to tell them the cause of my grieviance.

I narrated everything that happened to them and luckily for me, one woman said something meaningful and helpful.

"Mr man, but I passed here moments ago na, and I saw a lot of people in this place. They were helping one tall man to carry that woman you called your wife inside a car...." She explained and my whole body instantly became attentive.

"Wait ma'am..." I said curiously and stood up. "describe that man for me please..."

The woman took her time to give me the perfect description of the man she saw with my wife. Her description perfectly matched with Lewis's.
Then my mind snapped. I remember he is also a neuro-surgeon. He must have took my wife to his newly opened clinic in the outskirts of Abeokuta.

I ignored the awkward stares and all the pictures of me that the slay queens and others were taking. I don't have time for that now.

Like a speeding bullet, I charged forward suddenly and began running furiously towards where I'd parked my car during the hold up.

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"Good day sir, how may I help you.?" A pretty woman that I met at the reception of Lewis clinic told me.

"Please I need to see doctor Lewis..." I stated very fast.

"what for? Why do you want..."

"He brought my wife here!" I said almost shouting with a bang on the table separating us.

The woman was scared and she quickly told another woman to take me to doctor Lewis.

The clinic is not that big, so within a minute, the woman and I had stopped in front of a white painted door.

"is this his office?" I questioned eagerly at the woman.

"yes. But I think he has a patient..."

I didn't let her finish before I barged into the office. Lewis was sitting on a chair separated by a table and another chair close to the entrance.

"Where's my wife!" I demanded authoritatively.


EVEN THE DEVIL DOESN'T JOKE WITH HIS SPOUSE.

God help me I don't kill someone here today.!

I mummured to myself with a clenched fist.



TBC


Watch out for the FINALE EPISODE.

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CONTINUATION OF EPISODE 149.



"what...what...in Trump's name is this!" She rasped out. "what tha hell!" She pointed at my face. "you this bast*rd! What are you doing with my sister? Do you have a death wish?...are you crazy?....." She continued to rain curses and abuse on me while I just maintained my cool and decided to be a dump site for all the vulgarised statements coming from her.

She bit her lips and fumed angrily. "How did you even managed to convince my sister?"

"Nike, please, atleast hear...." I was still saying when she snapped at me.

"Don't you dare Nike me atall!. Give my sister the phone right now!" She commanded outrightly with a furrowed brow.

"Please hear me out...." I argued pleadingly.

"I said give my sister the phone...." She picked those words one by one with emphasis on each one.

I glanced at Joke and she gave me a consenting nod.

I sighed and gave her the phone.

"am here sis," Joke said after collecting the phone.

"can I speak to you privately?" Nike asked.

Joke looked at me in a way that means she wants permission from me.
I nodded my approval to her and she returned her looks to the phone.

"erm...yeah. Sure." Joke answered reluctantly.

She got off the bed and went outside the room to speak with her sister.

During her absence, I made some calls to my workers and other relevant people to give them directories for the day's work. I also called Doctor Busari and Therapist Sarah. Both of them were extremely happy for my re-union with my wife.

My wife returned after almost thirty minutes of her absence. She gave me a kiss and sat beside me on the big bed.

"I bet she's still mad at me..." I grumbled while still holding my phone.

"yea...but give her time. Am sure she will come around..." Joke assured.

"how can you be so sure she will?"

"Because I did..." She answered with a shrug.

I deliberated on her words briefly and I couldn't help but agree with her.

"what are your plans for today?" I asked her.

She rested her head on my chest and started tracing my abs with her manicure.

"am not going anywhere... If possible, I want to spend all eternity alone with you..."

I chuckled. "so, you prefer us spending eternity together without working?" I teased rhetorically.

"A good thing we are both rich...so no worries about starving..."

"but am richer than you...." I jested.

"eh, see arrogancy at its peak...do you know how many properties I own in Lagos alone? My monthly allowances in UNICEF? My investments in Gtbank alone can feed us for thirty years...." She explained proudly.

"Go on?" I beckoned.

"Go on what?"

"don't tell me thats all the riches you are campaining about..."

"you haven't tell me about yours yet and you're already forming champion..."

I smiled again and quickly think of what to do while she gave my face an expectant look.

"You know what?" I finally said.

"I don't know what, unless you introduce what to me..."

"today, I'll take you round all my properties, and I'll show you all my investments. I'm sure by the time you see half of it, your Onga Maggi go bow for my Ajinomoto..."

She laughed and agreed to my suggestion.

So that was how we spent the whole day roaming and surfing through each of my properties in Abeokuta. Including all the one's I inherited from Adedoyin. I also took her to the Orphanage I built in the name of Adedoyin and the house where I failed at my suicide attempt.

I couldn't take her to Lagos whence I have up to two houses but showing her all the original documents was enough to convince her. She had no choice than to bow for me.

"with everything I saw today..." She said after we got home. "you have all the resources in the world to have a new life but you still choosed to come back to me..."

"A life without you is not worth living...." I replied painstakingly and sincerely.

_




Two weeks had passed since my re-union with my wife. Her sister was still acting cold towards me. To make matters worse, she had refused to let me see my child's voice or hear his voice whenever she and her sister was having their usual chit-chat.
Nonetheless, Joke never stop assuring me that she will come around.

"and when will that be? When I clock 76 like Buhari's age?" I had asked her with a frustrated tone one day.

"chill baby...she will come around when she no longer see reasons to doubt your feelings for me. Trust me on this..." She had replied with a mind-cooling tone.

Since then, I had stopped worrying myself on the issue.

Everything was going smoothly. Our relationship with our other friends was on good rapport - ofcos, except Lewis - who had refused to bridge gaps with me and my wife. Obviously, the idiot is angry with my wife for taking me back and most importantly, very mad at me for abandoning my wife and child at the hospital.

I had tried severally to talk with him but he remained unyielding.

Jide, Collins and Efe all noticed this but I always tell them everything is fine whenever they made inquiries regarding the matter.

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Except that part of Lewis, me and my wife were living the most happiest moments of our lives.

We do virtually everything together. No more secrets between us. She knows where I keep every important documents of all my belongings in the house and I equally knew hers.

There was a day I was playing a video game inside my game room. When I suddenly felt two palms covering my eyes from behind.

I knew it was my wife, her cologne gave her away the moment she stepped inside the room.

I dropped the wireless pad and decided to pretend as if I don't know the intruder.

"please...please... Don't kill me..." I pleaded and surrendered my hands in the air.

She scoffed and coughed gently. I knew she wanted to change her voice.

"urhhhggggh..." She said in a grumpy voice. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes....yes.... You are Ojuju Calabar..." I stuttered.

"oh! How wrong of you...This ojuju is not from calabar o..."

"Then where is it from? Calabar is the only origin of every Ojuju I knew as a kid..."

She laughed while her palms still remained on my face. "The fact that you guessed wrong is enough to make this Ojuju kill you...but I won't if you can do just one thing..."

"whats that...anything, I will do it... But please don't ask me to hurt my wife... Thats the only thing I can't do. I'll rather die than hurt a single hair on her head..." I protested.

"oh! Another Romeo...." She remarked still in her grumpy voice. "okay..." She continued in the same voice. "here's what you will do for me, if you want your Juliet to find you in one piece when she comes back."

"Whats that?" I asked with a feigned trembling voice.

"I'll use my handkerchief to blindfold your eyes now. I'll give you a sheet of paper and a pen. Then you'll write I LOVE...you'll include your wife's name in it and her date of birth. It must be on a straight line...Fail to do so and I'll break your head. Understand?" She thundered.

"piece of cake.." I replied confidently.
So she blindfolded my eyes with her handkerchief, put a pen in my hands and guided my hands to a sheet of paper.
Unknown to her was the fact that she did a poor job with the blindfold. She forgot to double the cloth, so I was able to see through it.

I wrote it perfectly the way she requested. The next thing that made contact with my lips after she removed the blindfold was her lips.

_

As you can see, love and peace seemed to have found a permanent place in our house, but apparently, fate has got other plans for us.

Things were going smoothly until the sunday of the third week following my re-union with my wife. That week's saturday was also the day she would be celeberating her 28th birthday. October 24th to be precise. She had started making arrangements for the day she claimed was going to be a memorable one.

I think the reason why she tagged it a memorable one was because Nike and Chris will be arriving with the expected death certificate of their mother.

To cut the already long story short, let me tell you how my marital life took an unexpected turn on that terrible sunday.

On this fateful day, we were just coming back from meeting one of the dignitaries she had invited to the occasion.

I asked her to hire event planners but she had declined the advice. She said no one can ever plan anything in her life for her. Not even in this birthday party regard. Hence she had put so much strenght to the planning of the event to the extent that she had been unable to sleep well for the past two days.

On this sultry afternoon, we were in my car, driving home when we passed by the house of Lewis. Joke suddenly asked me to park the car. I asked why and she pointed towards the house.

"Thats Lewis house right?" She asked as she disengaged the seat belt away from herself and faced me.

"yeees..." I answered while still trying to figure what she's driving at.

"I think its high-time we settle your differences once and for all. I can't have two friends still at loggerheads dishonouring my birthday with their unholy hearts." She explained.

I got her message. There's no point in arguing with her. She's right afterall. We can't continue like this. Besides, I should be grateful Lewis is not like Jide, or else, all my attrocities would be flying in the newspapers by now.


Am even curious to know why he's so mad at me to the extent of avoiding me like a plague.

"You are right. No one should carry such heavy grudge to the birthday of one of the most beautiful project of God." I told her and parked the car at the entrance of Lewis house. A space adjacent the main road.

"Let me call him first to know if he's around." Joke said and placed the call to Lewis while we still remained in the car.

I heard him telling her that he's around and she ended the call after telling him we're already at the gate.

Joke opened the door and got down with her hand bag in her hand.

"lets go insi..." Joke was still saying to me when a noisy car, - that was advertising a new film - sped past and her voice trailed off.

149. COUNTLESS.


Upon seeing her beaming face after she'd entered, my face was flustered and the bulge inside my boxer started proving unyielding in every attempt I made to make it go soft.

"what's up?" I managed to ask her as she steps further inside the room.

I'm not sure she knew anything about what I was doing prior to her entry, but she had a wicked smile on her face.

"you know what you said earlier?" She edged further into the bedroom and perched on the end of the bed.
She was now claded in a little crop top and some sort of bed-shorts and the hair she did at the salon earlier in the day was in a side ponytail, plaited over one of her shoulders.

I gulped as she neared and I nearly blew my load right there on the bed. She appeared incredibly sexy.

If she didn't know before that I was masturbating, she would have known by now, with the way I was trying desperately to keep my konji in check. The damn thing was fighting against my fabric. At this moment, I was the perfect definition of blue balls.

"which..one?" I stammered.

"you know which one." She answered sharply.

I smiled and relaxed a bit. "what about it?"

Her cheeks flushed when I asked that but she managed to get her vocal cords to work. "you know, am scared...."

"scared of what?" I blurted out confusedly.

"as in, scared of doing what we were meant to do as husband and wife."

"hun..." I hmmed when her words formed meanings in my brain. She's scared because she's still a virgin. Its normal to feel that way.

"say something nau..." She rasped out jokingly.

"erm... Dear, I understand why you are scared. Its normal to feel that way...."

"why is it normal?"

"cos you're a virgin ofcos..." I answered.

"no...no, thats not why am scared...not that. Its definitely not because of my vagina's status." She said strongly. "do you know why I said its not proper to have sex in this house?" She asked. "and forget that crap I said about owning the house." She quickly added before I could answer her, even though I wasn't sure of what to say.

I leaned forward, carefully trying to hide my stubborn bulge with my left arm. I brought my gaze to her face and gave her a squinted look. Wanting to have a slight clue to why she asked that question.

The silence lingered for two more minutes before I finally speak up."I...still think its largely due to the fact that you're a virgin and its normal...."

"no...no..." She objected vehemently. "its not..." She ran her hands through the lines of her hair. "God, I'm so fvcked up." I watched confusedly as she threw her arms around in exasperation. She was trying desperately to fight back the tears that threatened to spill down her soft, delicate face like a dam facing an imminent explosion. "The few guys I've dated in the past," She began to talk. " have always seen me as someone naive and easy to have sex with. I always think they were truly into me, but they always let me down. They see me as a sex object. Not someone they truly want to be with. Am I not attractive enough or not fun enough? Dear," She looked into my eyes with teary eyes. "is that why they just want to get into my pants? Is that it?"

The knife that my wife was in pain struck me straight in the chest. The community development association of tears and other emotional landlords were gradually assembling their usual meetings in my eyes.

The words am about to say almost failed to leave my mouth like they were stuck in my throat.
"honey, there's nothing wrong with you." I managed to say and those words came out almost devoid of sound, as if someone had snatched it from my lips. "There's definitely nothing wrong with you love." I emphasised when the doloured look on her face still lingered.

"There is!" She almost yelled. "There has to be!" She looked at me. "Before you came into my life, I've been with three guys before. Cenaman was the first boyfriend I had while I was in my final class in secondary school. He initiated sex during the third week but I declined and that made him end the relationship. I met
another guy nicknamed Wagazala when I gained admission to Funaab. He also came up with the idea of sex after the second week. He gave me a lot of assurance. He promised heaven and earth as if they were his family's properties but I never gave in which was why he left me. I locked my heart and decided to face my studies." She heaved deeply. The tears in her eyes were flowing freely. Seeing her in such state made me totally weak.
"Darous, you are the first ever guy that showed me what true love meant and I don't know why you love me so much, even when I was still pretending to be crippled..." She paused. "Tell me why you love me so much..." She inquired with a longing look at my face.

I grabbed both her hands and locked them with mine. Our teary gaze was lined with eachother.

"Sweetheart, truly, I can have any girl I want. But how has that turned out for me? Apart from that gan self, do you know how cold it is just fvcking girls and leaving them?"
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Her brows raised at that. "yes. Do you know how some of those girls have come back to ruin my life? Eh?" I paused. "Especially Chioma?"

Silence lingered at that moment. Cold and thoughtful for both of us.

"That's why storms are named after people, right?" Joke broke the silence. "Because they come into your life and they fvck everything up and then they just leave! They come into your perfect day and turn it sour leaving a bitter taste in your mouth forever. They bring their dark clouds and their winds and they tear it all apart and then they're gone and you're left with the pieces in your hand like your life is a window and they're a brick. Everyone I ever dated thinks I'm this frigid little girl..." She dropped her head and continued sobbing.

I looked at her for a bit before something in me snapped.

'which one is the storm? The guys she had dated before me or the ladies I had dated myself?" I asked myself.

I took her trembling arms and wiped the tears that started to flow down her cheeks. I held her there, in that emotion-filled look for a moment.
"lets say you are right. But every storm always runs out of rain. Look, Cenaman's a fvckboy. He's always been a fvckboy long before he met you. Including that Wazagala or Wazasausage or Waza-whatever he calls himself. But you my love," I held her cheeks up and our eyes met. "you'll always be beautiful. Beautiful Joke. Beautifully and perfectly imperfect and tragically human. And if you want to talk about storms, then you're a beautiful disaster dear because we're all
storms. But you're beautiful the way a forest fire is beautiful. See, we're all flawed. Every one of us humans. Nobody is perfect. We're intrinsically flawed. " I ended and sniffed in. She looked at me in a different way than previously. Maybe it was the way I was holding her cheeks or because I wasn't saying these things (that me myself doesn't know where they were coming from) just to get into her pants. But because I love her truly. "come to think of it, maybe storms aren't named after people because of the destruction they cause, maybe its because like hurricanes, some people are whirlwind, rain and lightening. But if you get too close they'll sweep you away." I ended conclusively.

She looked at me and when I did the same, a cluster of emotions and feelings exploded inside me. Taking over me totally in a way I can't explain.

She was crying freely now. Tears streaming with 5g network down her face.

"I'm a storm..." She mouthed eventually."You said it yourself." She completed with a deep stare.

"Thank Gawd, I like storms like you." I replied, trying to gauge her response.

It took her a silent while to respond. "I love you darling..." She said with a sincere look. "but not just that. I'm in love with you and I know that you feel the same way for me too, but you say that you like storms....what if you can only handle a little rain and I'm a downpour?"

I quickly grabbed her hands and pulled her towards me. I felt myself getting burned by the inferno in her eyes. "Then I'll drown in you." I said and she kissed me.

I put everything I had into that kiss. I could feel her emotions draining from her body as our lips touched, sparked, tingled and danced against eachother. That kissing session was enough to trigger my romantic experience as I took charge. I dragged her gently to the big bed and pushed her against the wall and begin to touch her body so gentle and delicate. I pushed up her top and my hands started moving across her virginated skin. She relaxed herself to my touches, obviously enjoying the feelings that was washing over her as me- Darous Emmanuel, her husband and everything - became the first man to ever touch her that way. Going by her earlier words though.

I moved down to her thighs and then to the thin fabric of her panties, which provided the only barrier between my hand and her cannan land. Our mouth danced, fighting away with each other as if that kiss was our last as my hands came to her bubble butt.

I felt her hands clawing at my skin, digging holes like a wild animal. Her touch was electrically electric, searing my body with her tenderness while the other Darous in my pants ached and throbbed and longed to be freed. Her hands moved to my chest and she traced my abs with her nails. I felt her scrape down my skin and I kissed her harder than ever. I felt her hands across my boxers and I pushed further against hers. Her brests against my chest, her legs wrapped tighter around my waist.
She forced down my pants and scratched my nak3d arse.

I also quickly move my hands up to the waistband of her panties, and I started to tug, moving them down her bottocks. She was against the wall, my hips holding her against it so powerfully. My hands locked into hers above her head as I moved from her hips to her neck, kissing her and nibbling her. She was cooing and moaning quietly.

We looked at each other for a second, for the tacit approval of each other's eyes to continue.
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I kissed her again and she groaned and grunted approvingly. We broke the kiss and we looked at each other in dimly lit silence as her thumbs hooked into my waistband and she rolled the shorts down my legs totally.

The only noise in the room was that of our harsh, irregular breathings.

I held her gently and pushed her backwards towards the foot of the bed. I moved my hands up her nak3d thighs to the sides of her mound. I could feel the wetness forming as she moved her legs wider, allowing me in. She was breathing hard, and so was I.

With one hand tracing the contours of her beautiful face, my second moved towards her pusea. She gasped as I touched her fleshy pusea. And then her body was propelled backwards into the bedding as my hand grazed across her pusea. It was wet, gentle and soft. She raised her hips when I inched a finger into her moist and tight pusea.

Her hand hovered over my d!ck and she lowered her longing hand onto the base of my 8inches.

Her touch was magically magic, sending a tingling shrill all the way down my shaft and into the aching sacks of my balls. She began to stroke my shaft while I continue to give her pusea the perfect attention even though her extreme tightness was making it difficult.

As she stroked and teased the head, I equally rubbed her clit faster and faster against her growing wetness while she purred in my ear, moaning with such beautiful softness. Her breathing ragged, telling me, begging me and commanding me not to stop.

Joke then screamed out in orgasm, finally releasing the tsunami that had overpowered her with the aid of my magic touches and she released my hard d!ck from her soft grasp.

And then it was time.

Her mouth open but no sound came as she reached between my legs and grabbed my erection in her hand again, pulling it between her tender legs. When the tip of my d!ck brushed her virgin pusea lips, she shuddered again. I pushed up on my elbow and looked at my wife. I kissed her. She smiled back at me, a soft, vulnerable smile that I had never seen before on anyone's face.

"are you ready?" She asked me with a faint voice.

"I should be asking you that." I replied.

"hmmm..." She smiled.

My Glo sim is already in her hands. Its left to her to decide when she's wants to insert it into her phone and let me rule her world.

"Are you ready to become a woman?" I asked meekly.

"am ready to be a woman." With that, she moved her hips up to meet mine while still holding my d!ck. The tip of my 8 inches slid along the folds of her wet mound and her nails quickly returned to their hole digging task on my back.

Neither of us spoke as my d!ck remained at her wet entrance.

After testing the water for a few more moments, I pushed my hips forward. My wife moaned out loud and deep as my konji finally entered the place for the first time. The most special pusea I ever entered. My d!ck forced apart her virgin walls as it slide into her oven midway. I took it slow, kissing her gently with each forward motion my d!ck performed.

Her eyes were pressed closed as she tried adjusting to the intrusion of another human inside her hole. She was warm, oh! So warm. The feeling of my d!ck finally inside my wife's pusea was absolutely insane.

I stopped moving when I came in contact with the soft, film-like barrier of her virginity and I quickly took Joke's hand in mine and gripped it. "There's no going back..." I mummured into her ear.

"I wasn't counting on it...am all yours, take me..." She replied in an encouraging tone.

I kissed her and pushed forward, and that was the moment her hymen was plucked from the wilderness of her body.
She buckled her hips and whimpered and cried into my mouth as my konji broke her resistance and I could felt her nails draw blood as they clawed at my back tightly.

We remained like that for a moment before I noticed a tear escaping down my wife's eyes. Shortly after that, her hips started to rock and the shakushaku continued. I slid deeper into her until my balls rested on the coolness of her bubble butt, and our short pubic hair meshed. She put her hands on my body, pulled me closer and gave me a deep kiss as I started to slide myself in and out of her tunnel. Her passion changed gear and our sex was in full flow. No more hymen-nic road blocks.

"oh! Oh! Darous...yeah...yeah dear...." She moaned, her hips bucking and flexing and going into spasm intermitently at my thrust.

I withdrew, feeling the friction of her lips as it released my konji and I saw the blood of her purity on the tip and also on her lips as evidence of her beautiful and passionate depucelation (please don't mind that grammar, am presently overwhelmed by just the memories of that blissful night).

I kissed her and then pushed myself back in and her scream of ecstacy filled my mouth. We fvcked like animals, like a couple embellised in lust for each other after being apart for a long time.

She moaned and cooed in my ear with each missile I Binladin-ed into her White House.

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"This feels amazing." She would whisper into my ear as the thrusting continued with each rising momentum.

She nibbled at my neck and I felt the passion growing like a raging inferno. From my balls to my shaft and then after some minutes of hard thrusts, I came hard and deep, thrusting one final time and groaning like a man on the edge of oblivion until I was balls deep and firing streams of my hot jizz into my wife's pusea. Filling her womb with three months worth of loads.

"oh my!" She said breathless as I finished unloading my loads in her.

"That was...was incredible." I managed to voice out under heavy breaths.

She accented with a smile, probably unable to find words.

I rolled off her nak3dness and laid beside her, assimilating every moment of bliss that passes.

The night was far spent. The room was cast in a deep golden glow of the energy saving bulb underneath the ceiling.

The noise of our breathing and the rise and fall of our chests was the only sound in the room.

I can't say for how long it took her, but barely five minutes later, I was already in deep sleep.

_


The following day came like every other day, except this time, it was the only day Joke and I were totally and extremely happy together.
The kind of happiness you can't explain with words.

We had another round of sex in the morning before we started making arrangements to move to my house.

We spent the whole day moving out of my wife's cottage and moving to my mansion. At night, we were both tired due to the stress we endured during the day, so nature forced us to bed very early at 8pm. It wasn't as if we packed her whole belongings, just some few favourite clothes and important documents.

If not for the ringing of her phone that woke us up around 9 a.m of the following tuesday, I think we would have slept till past noon.

The phone was placed on the headboard of the bed so I reached for it without checking the screen and gave it to her.

She yawned twice and sat her back properly against the headboard. "My sister calling me." She said to me before picking the call.

I became instantly at alert. Nike was still unaware of my re-union with her sister. Joke had planned to call her the previous day, but the stress of moving from her place to mine stopped her.

"Hi sis...." Joke greeted into the phone she held with both hands on her stretched laps. I rose up and sat some inches from her, atleast to stop the camera from picking my image cos I was still feeling nervy with the thought of talking with my wife's sister. Someone I had had anal sex with in the past.

"Hi big sis...." Nike's voice greeted back in a cheerful voice. "morning over there..."

"thanks. How you doing?" My wife replied with a smile.

"Great...its like you just waking up sis..."

"yeah, kind of tired jare..." Joke clarified.

"hmmm, what could possibly make you tired..?" Nike inquired.

"am still coming to that...hows my baby?"

"He's still in bed. We are approaching dawn here."

"yeah, you're right."

"I've gotten mum's death certificate from the hospital yesterday." Nike announced and I watched keenly as Joke's face beamed with joy.

"wow! You are such a darling. Now we can proceed with claiming her entitlements..."

"yeah, and thats why I called to know how its gonna get to you. Should I send it by courier?" She asked.

Joke thought briefly about her question.

"no, no...thats too risky. My birthday is three weeks away. Are you still coming?"

"you suggesting we delay the processing till three weeks time?" Nike asked.

"Yeah. Thats the best way to avoid those documents getting to the wrong hands....its important."

"okay...but what did you do to your bedroom? This looks unfamiliar." Curiousity dominated her words.

I watched with a nervy stare as Joke started thinking of what to say.

"erm...actually this is not the bedroom in my house..." Joke answered with a fumbling tone.

"what are you talking about?"

"I mean I didn't sleep in my house last night." She stressed into the phone.

"where could...."

"There's someone here I want you to meet..." Joke suddenly cut in.

"who?" Nike asked.

"you'll find out now..." She said and tried shifting the camera towards me but Nike stopped her.

"eh, chill sis...come-on gimme a break. Who is that person? You can't just introduce me to one stranger without first giving me a heads up..." Nike claimed.

I was already feeling tensed as they argued. Nike finally agreed to meet whom her sister was talking about.

I collected the phone and quickly turned it towards the opposite wall as I was still not bold enough to face her.

"Talk to her nau..." Joke mouthed to me.

"why am I seeing a plasma T.v instead of a human face?" Nike suddenly blurted out. "Abi the person is inside the T.v?" She added.

I took a deep breath and mustered enough courage to face her.

I turned the phone around and our eyes settled on each other. Although mine was half opened, hers suddenly shot wide in total disbelief.

Vulcanheph:
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Seen and noted.

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Bosz u no go undastand.,

@bolded.
Atleast, give me one side of the stand na, make i reason with u

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Oga abeg finish this book na...my aunty pikin way dem born when ah start don dey Walker and ah never finish try abeg...perfect work sha

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no vex bro. COUNTLESS will be done and dusted before the year runs out.

Damibiz:
Some persons are blessed in this act ofwritting...and you are among the top two persons.....fire fire fire de go jor....the skye is za starting point...

Bro, where in the whole wide world av u been ? Miss having your presence here bro.


Readers, update is a goal before MONDAY. Episode 149 is long but it Remain small sha.

Bear with me.

yungeez:
#ItzYungeezAgain am back officially, missed u guys, missed dis thread, missed nairaland, and all my wives...
TheBlessedMan I was so happy to see dat u avnt abandoned us, ur work is always like pounded yam to my Ogbonor soup.. thumbs up bro, waiting 4 your update

Hey boss, longest time na, i was about to send the god of thunder to help me check on u.. How av u been? Just so glad to av u back

Gaston22:
And When Are U Starting D Next Story.. The Dog Attendant Or Whats D Title Again

I've started already. Just haven't started posting it yet.

Y'all gonna know wen i start

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What the hell is the relationship between joke and lewis and why the f*ck will the nigga call her "dear"? TheBlessedMan if u dnt smell something fishy, me i smell sardines...

Mr smeller, na wa for u o...

148. COUNTLESS.


After Lewis had left, Joke dashed out immediately to give the gateman explicit instructions not to let anyone enter unless a direct permission from either of us.

Meanwhile, during her temporary absence from my presence, a peace I had never felt since my three months sojourn descended on me. My troubled heart melted. I held my head in a firm grip and gave the ceiling a long stare. I struggled to fight off the insurgency of tears that was planning to attack the melete base of my cheeks, but due to poor funding of my willpower, I lost the battle.

While weeping silently,
I could feel something break in me, something like a piece of ice crashing from the side of a glacier in the titanic movie and dissolving into the calm waters below.

Everything still felt like a dream to me. When I say everything, am talking of how my re-union with my wife just went smoothly. I never expected it to turn out easily like what just happened moments ago.

With crossed arms, I sat back on the sofa, still feeling dumbstruck at the rememberance of everything that happened.

Could this really be real? Am I really having this moment?
Has Joke really accepted me back to her life?
Has she truly forgave me? Sincerely?

All these questionable thoughts further broke my willpower against the dam of tears residing in the confinements of my eyes.

Joke returned to the waiting room before I could find answers to those nagging questions and she went straight for my hands.

I surrendered to her as she guided me to the familiar main sitting room.

After serving me a chilled chivita juice and snacks, she sat down beside me. And that moment signalled the commencement of a seamless flow of over three hours discussion that was mainly full of gists.

All the inhibitions I had earlier when our eyes first met had taken the shortest cut out of the air. We were so eager to catch up on the past three months we've spent apart.

She told me of how difficult it was for her to stop Nike and Lewis from publicizing my trespasses.

"I don't understand" I blurted out. "why did you stopped her? We both know I deserve every image spoiling scheme your sister must have planned for me. Why did you?"

She smiled wryly and entwined my arms with hers. "I couldn't bear to see you suffer... As you can see, my love for you far outweighs every gravity of sins ...."

I was nearly drooling all over myself as she talked. This is beyond my deepest imaginations. At that moment, It was very hard for me to believe that despite everything I've done, karma and fate would still let me have a taste of what true love really means. Then it would be safe to say, I'm the most luckiest man to ever liveth.

"Sweetheart," I called softly after she stopped talking.

"yes?" She encouraged with a soft tone.

"I just want to ask you this question...."

"hun-hun?"

"why did you love me so much? After everything I've done to your family? Please, tell me..." In a curious voice, I asked her.

"well, after I found out about your relationship with my mum and how you are related to Chris, truly, I was mad at you. I was very angry at myself for loving someone like you. I vowed to hate you forever. I vowed to make you suffer, but after three days of not seeing you or hearing from you, I became aggitated and worried, thinking something bad has happened to you. To make matters worse, Nike showed me the text she sent you. Ah, I couldn't sleep for four days. And that started affecting my health that was just getting better.
Doctor Larah had to assure me that all would be well. I spent three weeks at the hospital. When I returned to your house, your mother and friends came to pay us a visit. They are still unaware of what happened. So, I told them that you travelled for an important business since the day of our wedding. Just to erase every traces of doubt from their minds, Lewis had to arrange a fake call to one of his friends in Canada to speak to them on your behalf." She paused briefly and sighed. "you know, a yoruba adage says, Oko mi ku, san ju oko mi nu lo,( literally means, a dead husband is better than a missing husband.)."

"eh, it is Omo eni ku san ju Omo eni nu lo, not Oko eni ku..."

"I know..." She snapped jokingly. "is it your adage?"

We both laughed briefly before she continued.

"I searched two months for you before I resigned to my faith in God. I would have gone to the radio, but I didn't want your mother to be troubled. You see, even though my mind wants me to hate you, but my heart will never allow that. Since I've known you, my heart has always won against whatever my mind proposed against you. I prayed to God for your safe return. I fasted and prayed fervently. Now 3months after, you came back to me. So to answer your question of why I love you so much, the answer is simple. I love you because the whole universe conspired together to bring you back to me. So, who am I to question the ways of the universe? Now you see why loving you is a task till death do us part!"

I was so caught up in my own emotions after she concluded her statements that I didn't know when tears started flowing again.
This woman is truly my own kryptonite.

Obviously as it turns out now, no amount of Lana Lang, or Chloe Sullivan on my path can stop my Clark Kent from ending up with Lois Lane, with whom I can conviniently share my deepest, darkest, blackest, un-PHCN, un-bleaching and dark-complexioned secrets without fear.

"does that mean you have forgiven me totally?" I blurted out again while she held my palms in her tender and soft hands.

She dimmed her eyes. "honey, forgiveness is not about forgiving that person that has wronged you. Its about forgetting the past so that you can move on. Its also about finding balance between the offence and the feelings you have for that person. In this case, I weighed both and realise that my love for you far outweighs your errors."

"hmmm, really?"

She nodded affirmatively. "erm, you still remember my vows on our wedding day right?" She raised a questioning brow.

I squeezed my face trying to recollect her vows but I couldn't remember her exact words.

"No, I don't." I surrendered.

"look at you, its not even up to 4months yet and you've forgotten the most important part of that day..."

I chuckled wryly. "no mind me jare....but if the hearer can not remember, I believe the tolder should bail..."

"shhhhhh" She placed her index finger on my lips. "ok. I will bail you out." She cleared her throat and began. "these are my vows for you.

Darous, I believe in you, I mean the person you will grow to be and the couple we will be together. With my whole heart, I take you as my husband, acknowledging and accepting your faults and strengths, as you do mine. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring." She held both sides of my neck and gave me a passionate stare. "because Dear, you are my person, my love and my life, today, always and forever... These are the words of my vows to you Darling and I still meant every word. If the past is not enough to make me withdraw on them, " She shrugged. "I don't think the future stands any chance." She ended and, slowly as if I was in a trance, I watched as she moved closer to me and sealed my lips with her own lips. We kissed and kissed for a couple of minutes before the ringing of her phone disrupted the moment of bliss we were enjoying.

"Lewis calling me." She showed me the caller and picked it. The speaker was on so I was able to listen on their conversation.
Lewis had called to confirm if she really meant her words on forgiving me and taking me back. Joke reiterated to him in a vehement manner that her decision is final.

"whats wrong with you Adejoke? You can't just go about clothing and feeding every hungry looking dog that once bite you. Some might just need a little strenght to bite you again." Lewis argued.

Joke released an evidently frustrated sigh before replying him.

"Lewis, I appreciate your sarcasm. But no one is a dog here. Darous will forever remain my husband. The sooner you can get that into your head, the better for your sanity."

That sounds harsh, but I loved it.

"well, if thats your choice,..." Lewis said. "then, like I said earlier, enjoy your wretched marriage..."

"is it your marriage?" Suprisingly, Joke and I both blurted out at him in unison just before he murdered the call.
We exchanged funny glances and busted into an uproar of laughter.

After the laughter had subsided, I asked of her sister and my child.

"eeyah, and they just left this last week o."

"to where?" I queried curiously.

"to america ofcos. Nike still studies over there."

"hmm. But why did she have to go with Chris? How will she cope with her studies with that boy around?" I stressed concernly.

"you talk as if you don't know my sister.. If there is anyone who can handle the weirdest pressures of this world, I think my sister is that person."

'She seems very proud of her sister with the kind of amusing look on her face when she talked. Or wait, is that even an amusing look? Let me check her face again.

Confirmed. That look isn't an amusing one. It's sarcastic in its most sambisa (hideous) one. Could that statement of hers in anyway be a close relative of sarcasm too? Is she trying to tell me in a subtle way that her sister has already told her that she once had sex with me? Hmmm. This is serious. But the Joke I know can't be this lenient about such grave matters. She doesn't have a strong suit at keeping the most thought-provoking secrets. The only secret I could remember her handling well was when she had to live a pretentious life as a crippled girl. Even that one gan self, she blew it right away, when the saga involving me, Pretty and Beauty ended with the intervention of the police.

Hmmmmm, going by all that, I don't think she knows about my sexcapade with her sister.'

.The ringing of her phone disrupted the moment and she proceeded to receive the call hence granting me the time needed to have a quick but thorough thinking.

'Telling her that ugly revelation, and knowing the kind of woman I married, I might place this moment of bliss we are having in a costly jeopardy. And thats one thing I wouldn't want. Not now. Not after everything I'd suffered before getting in her good books again.

I remembered one of the statements of my Therapists regarding secret keepings.

She said and I quote. "There are two categories of secrets. Single Secrets and Married Secrets. Single secrets are grave secrets that only certain individual knows about. Married secrets are the secrets you've already shared with someone. And the fact that their status still remained Married is simply because they are not as grave as the Single types."

So, if I'm to put her words into this my present situation, it means some secrets needs to remain in their father's house forever. Marrying them off to demanding suitors like my wife can cause a great calamity. Unless this secret am keeping is a prostitute one, (i.e, getting out through a third party), I think I have nothing to lose by keeping it to myself, atleast for now.

Even if my therapist was to be here, she would have advocated that I should not tell her about my affairs with her sister. Because thats the right-est thing to do. Its all about doing what I think is right and damn the consequences.

On the other hand, assuming she's already aware of my affairs with Nike and she had decided to put it in the sarcastic zone instead of coming headstraight with it, then it means she also doesn't want to spoil our moment of re-union.' I concluded those thoughts in my mind.

The call ended and we talked for some minutes about other related things before she left me to go and cook in the kitchen.

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10pm of that sunday arrived and I was still inside my wife's house.

Earlier, or let me say around 3:15pm, Joke and I had both gone out to some of our friend's house. From, Efe's (which was closer) to Collin's, to Jide's, to the church where we had our wedding and finally to a Unisex salon where I was given back my handsome looks.

I had told everyone we met at every place we went that I just returned from a business trip overseas to correlate the exact thing my wife had told them before. Funnily, no one detected a foul play.

Initially, I was afraid Lewis would have sold me out to atleast our friends, but I was wrong. None of them knew a damn thing. They all gave us a very nice welcome.

We finished eating around 9:25pm at the dinning table.

Now claded in my CK boxers and singlet, I feel very comfortable at home.

The two of us were alone in the whole lightened house.
Joke was now claded in a white bikini top and a blue ruffled edge bumshorts that revealed a major part of her mouthwatering sexy body. I couldn't stop myself from salivating at her sexy appearance.
My konji was semi-hard as I kept my eyes on her volumptuous outlooks.

We never had sex during and before our wedding day. We had planned to stay that way till our wedding night when we would break it but unfortunately, we never got to achieve that feat before the incident that landed her in the hospital occured. Besides, she's not the wayward type, so I have reasons to believe she's still a virgin.

Though we just reconcilled today, I couldn't stop myself from fantasizing about getting my d!ck inside her tight pusea.

She's my wife afterall.

All the while, her attention was buried inside the game she was playing on her phone, which was why I was able to survey her with no interruption.

She must have noticed the way I was looking at her as she suddenly rose up gently and yawned in a tired manner.

She walked to me and dragged me up gently with both hands and guided me to a room situated downstairs.

Thinking that's where we would be sleeping together, I smiled sheepishly and sat on the bed expecting her to join me so we can make love.

She came over to me and gave me a deep kiss on the lips.

"sweet dreamz hon" She said like a whisper into my ears.

'Sweet dreamz? There's no way my dreams wouldn't be filled with baboons having sex with goats when my konji is still facing the north in the cardinal of my boxers? Besides, are we not going to have sex before we sleep?' I asked myself.

"good night." She said again and stood in front of me at akimbo while resting her weight on one leg. She was obviously expecting a response from me.

"good...night?" I managed to ask in a suprised tone and confused look.

"yesss hon..." She stressed.

"why are we sleeping now?" I blurted out again.

She scoffed with a grin. "because we are humans. And we need rest. What sort of question is that by the way?"

"a question any concerned husband would ask..." I bemoaned.

She chuckled lightly. "you are concerned am going to bed?"

"Yes..."

"Or you are concerned of another thing?" Outrightly, she declared to my face with a grin.

."erm..which other thing are you talking about?" I said feigning ignorance.

She locked her gaze with mine for some seconds without uttering any word.

She knows my whole body is screaming for sex. She knows am only acting this gentle because I love her and respect her stance.

On the other hand, I saw in her eyes a seductive welcoming look. The inviting look I'd always seen in the eyes of every woman I'd ever fvcked.

Speaking from experience, I know she wants me too, but why she's playing this hard to get is what I don't know. We are married for INEC's sake.

Our marriage was never inconclusive - even though Chioma tried snatching our ballot box on the election (wedding) day, and my past nearly rigged the event against us, but our love that was too strong gave us the mandate. Whats left now is for her to stop playing hard and lets do the swearing in jare.

"Early to bed they say is early to rise. Work resumes tomorrow." She said with a smile and started walking towards the door, leaving me completely dumbstruck. She was almost out of sight when I found my voice and said,

"is this a joke?" I cried out.

She turned around. "you are not laughing. So its not a." She smiled again.

"where are you sleeping?"

"do you trust me?"

I nodded gently even though I wasn't sure.

"good. Then trust me fully dear."

I want to trust her, but my konji is not making it easy.
"but, why are we sleeping apart?" I bewailed.

"come-on, this is my own house na, its not proper for us to sleep together in a house that doesn't belong to you."

"what?" I queried loudly. I can't believe what am hearing.

"yes dear...its not proper."

Placing a hand on my chest, I said, "so am not going to enjoy the comfort of my own wife because you own the house?"

She moved closer to me and held my face. "its not the proper thing to do dear...logically, the first ever sleep we should have together should definitely be in your own house." She claimed with a standard but soft tone. "don't worry love. Its only till tomorrow, we will move to your house tomorrow and I promise to make it up to you." She stated in a way that makes it hard to argue with her.

"but, but..." I stammered.

"relax honey... Its only a matters of hours away..."

"but, I just want us to be on the same bed. I promise I wont touch you. I swear..." I protested.

She gave me an askance look. "hurrhh, sleeping on the same bed? We both know there's no way we wouldn't be tempted to make love...."

"are we suppose to make hate?" I chipped in desperately.

"we both know thats not what I meant."

"we? Thats a pluralistic lie. Only you knows that. All I know is, me Darous, I can control myself." I uttered defiantly.

"are you sure?"

"trust me. Am very sure." I said confidently.

After my statement, I was expecting her to have a change of mind. I was already feeling relieved when a smile appeared on her face. But unfortunately, my relief was ended abruptly with the next thing she said.

"then trust me too. Sleep tight dear. I love you." Those were the last words she said before walking out.

I wanted to cry, but this is the moment when crying seems like an inferior expression to express how disappointed we are.
So I just bit my lips and swallowed the feelings.

Truly, body no be firewood, but my wife just literally gave me a firewooded treatment.

I turned to the bed and smiled wryly. "oh bed, here I come." I mumbled to myself.

"I'll be fine." I said lastly before plunging on to the giant bed.

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AN HOUR LATER.

Unable to sleep, the thought of my wife's sexy appearance dominated my mind. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of her as I lay awake on the bed. I picked my phone and logged in to nairaland. I went straight to sexuality section and started going through the ranges of adult content topics.

With a spare hand, I reached down and slipped my boxers down my legs to free the raging beast from its cage. I groaned as my fingers wrapped around its shaft. I felt as the pressure surged all the way down to my nuts. Three months worth of pressure, I closed my eyes and groaned to myself as my fingers rolled over the head of my konji and I pumped up and down steadily. Gaining momentum with each stroke as the imaginary picture of my wife's nak3dness continued to play in my mind.

Fast strokes and groaning dominated my actions as my cum was approaching.

I was very close to blowing my load when two knocks on the door froze me still.

"hey hon, can we talk?" Came the voice of my wife immediately after the knock.

"erm..erm.." I stuttered as I fumbled to get my boxers back up.

There's no way am letting her catch me in the act of masturbation.

Knowing her so well, she might see it as cheating and that will surely be another problem to be solved.

I turned onto my side so my d!ck was partially hidden and I quickly closed the browser before telling her to come in.

Barely had I finished talking when her beaming face appeared at the door.


What happened? I bet YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW!


TBC