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Episode 15
The sound of an alarm blaring woke me from my sleep. I heard the shuffling of blankets and the creaking of our bed as John got up. He turned off the alarm a second later. Turning around to John’s side, I sought him out in the room. He was across the room, looking down at his phone. I couldn’t see the expression on his face because of how dark it was. Only streams of the early morning rays slipped through our window blinds. The room was silent as I secretly gazed at my husband.
“I’m sorry,” my voice broke the silence in the quiet room. I saw his head lift and faced me. He placed his phone down on the wardrobe, not saying a word. I saw his head tilt toward the ceiling as he let out an inaudible sigh.
“Please, don’t be mad at me,” I begged.
After a beat of silence, I heard John’s footsteps near. He stopped at the edge of the bed and then spoke.
“Take off your clothes,” he said.
“I want us to talk about…”
“I don’t want to talk, Mary,” he interrupted, ending any protest I had.
Not wanting to upset him more than I already have, I complied. I slipped out of the covers and then took off my tank top and P@ntiës. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I was without clothes.
“Come here,” he said gently.
I shuffled over to him and heard him moving about. I heard the sound of his boxers dropping to the floor. His hand reached out to me as I moved closer. Once I came close enough, he paced a hand over my head, guiding me to his length. I opened my mouth when I felt his tip against my lips. He let out a groan as I started to please him with my mouth, sucking up and down slowly. That was until he wanted to set his own pace.
He gripped the back of my head to hold me still. I Mõ@ned to urge him so he could cvm fast.
“Lift your @$$,” he told me and I compiled. As soon as I was in position on my hands and knees, he pushed himself in, not bothering to check if I was wet enough. Not like it burned, but John’s length wasn’t really big. I had gotten used to his size. Once he settled, his balls were against my @$$, and he let out another groan. He didn’t move for a while, just breathed against me. I was confused and decided to look back.
“John?” I questioned.
It was unusual for him not to make love when he entered my body. It always started right off the bathroom. And although I didn’t get pleasure from sëx with him, it was odd for him not to do anything.
When I tried to get a look at him, he was already staring at me. His eyes were lost for a moment as he stared and then I saw a single tear fall down his face. I gasped, which seemingly pulled him out of wh@tëver trance he was in as he wiped at his eye.
“John.” I attempted to move, to pull away from his body but he wasn’t going to let me do so. He abruptly pulled me closer. Then he began to use my body the way he intended. He used one hand to grip my hips and the other to place my head down, and he speeded up as he f*vked me into the sheets.
“You wanted to talk.” His voice was hoarse and tinged with hurt.
“This is me talking.”
It was then I understood him. John was angry and wounded about last night. How I told him I wasn’t ready for another baby. I was scared that I would lose a child again. He said he wanted to fix what happened and that having a child was the way. I told him it wasn’t going to fix anything. It would make it worse.
So we argued all night we got tired of talking. It appears he was still angry, so he was taking his frustrations out on me. I felt him then. He’s my husband. I know when his body was ready to release as his d!ck swelled inside of my walls. I turned my head to the side so he could hear me clearly.
“Pull out,” I told him. Yet he continued to th-ru_st harder. His rhythm losing its beat.
“Ouch!” he yelled, pulling out his d!ck. He flipped me over harshly, spread my legs open, then began to use his hand to bring him closer to his 0rg@zm.
Moments later, he sprayed his seeds on my thighs, Brë@šts, and on my belly. His mouth gasping as he came. He was panting heavily by the time he stopped jerking himself. I stared at him, my Brë@šts heaving as I breathed and hot cvm painted on them. He stared at them as if mesmerized before blinking. His eyes moved up to mine.
Resting his arms beside my head, he leaned over my body, slipping between my open thighs. Slowly, he put his d!ck inside of me, stroking me slowly. I brought one of my hands up to rest against his face.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered in the quiet room, save for the noises of our lovemaking and the slight squeak of our bed. The room started to get brighter as the sun
rose.
“I love you, John.”
He pulled me closer, exiting out of my body before slamming in. I let out a grunt, hearing the slapping of our skin.
“It doesn’t feel like it.”
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“I’m guessing that he took the news well since you’re not dead,” Comfort said as soon as I answered the phone. I rolled my eyes, continuously washing the dishes as I placed the phone on the counter. Leaving it on the speaker so I could hear her. John was at work, so I wasn’t worried about him hearing anything. And if he was, he’d be far away from me. Seeing as he’s been avoiding me for the past week.
“Yea, I’m very much alive,” I chuckled. “Washing dishes, if you want to know,” I added jokingly.
“Oh! I see,” I heard shuffling on her end.
“But I have something far more appealing in mind,” she said.
Comfort was using a devious tone that reeked of trouble!
“I’m afraid to ask,” she cackled.
“What could it be?”
“Clubbing,” she said and I immediately replied no.
“Come on, Mary! We haven’t gone out for years now.”
“Comfort, I’m going to be thirty soon. What do I look like spending time at a club?”
“A housewife with an officer for a husband,” she replied flatly, causing me to sigh.
“Mary, please, I want to spend time with my best friend. And I know you could use a drink after dealing with wh@tëver has been going on with you.
She wasn’t wrong anyway. Taking a moment to ponder on it, I said yes to her request. I couldn’t tell her No.
Comfort was excited that she told me not to bother thinking about the clothes to wear because she had the perfect outfit. She also said that we’ll be going out this coming Friday.
So I had a few days to doll myself up, meaning visiting the nail salon. After agreeing to meet at her place, I ended the call.
Although I disagreed with clubbing, it would be fun to hang loose. I miss my secondary school days when Comfort and I used to go dancing at several parties. It didn’t matter if we drank or not, as long as there was good music to dance to, we’d have fun. We’d often meet new people who would join us and become friends with us.
Speaking of friends, I hadn’t heard from Abbey in a while. I knew it was terrible for me to think of him after what John and I have been going through lately. But I had to admit I missed him. I missed seeing his smile and smelling his nice perfume.
Maybe I’ll give him a call..and just then, my phone rang. Speak of the devil!
Finishing my last dirty dish, I saw his name displayed on my phone. I dried off my hands quickly and then used my fingers to answer.
“Mary,” his voice filtered through the line.
“Abbey,” I breathed nervously.
“How have you been?”
My heart began to pound harshly and I couldn’t tell why. We were only having a regular conversation. Just hearing his voice had me quaking.
“I’ve been okay. How about you?”
“I feel better now that I’m talking to you,” I began to smile.
Stop it! Stop it! You are a married woman, I heard a voice in my head.
“Abbey, you certainly have a way with words,” I told him, still smiling over something so silly.
He laughed.
“I was calling because I want to see you again,” he said.
I paused.
I wanted to see him too, but I was conflicted. John and I were going through a rough patch. I finally admitted I didn’t want to have a baby right now, and he’s going to work more. I was happy that he’ll be less upset in the days coming up even though we weren’t doing anything.
I loved him and didn’t want to see him unhappy. Additionally, the house was starting to get depressing with him in such a foul mood. Maybe while he’s cooling off at work, I would be lifting my mood with Abbey.
I made my decision.
“How about we meet next week?” I asked him.
To be continued…
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