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s£dûç£d episode 11

s£dûç£d (Episode 11)
Praises Chidera Obiora
I shut my eyes ti-ghtly, holding on to Amaka’s head as she drove her mouth in and out of my manhood. Just like a professional, she m@ssaged and stroke it h@rd with her hands, causing its thick veins to protrude and come out even more thicker.
Like a bre-ad in an oven, Amaka bec@m£ the baker who baked me. Just like a cooking pot of fried rice, i was being cooked and grilled at the sp©t were i stood. I was helpless. No lady ever knew my weak sp©t before. I was used to being in charge in and out of be-d. I was the master who punished every woman i met on be-d. But today, i had turned into a slave. I was being punished instead.
Uju would have been able to do all this, if only she had it in her. In a bid to search for S-xual satisfaction, I had practically led out all my secretes to Uju. But things never turned out right.
At some point in our marriage, i was tired of always telling Uju where to t©uçh me, how to t©uçh me, and when to t©uçh me. Even if i do, she just never did it the way i expected but then she tried.
I spent days praying and wishing she perfected her moves on be-d. I needed someone who will take me unaware just as Amaka was doing to me. I yearned for a woman who would know what i wanted, re-ad my moves , and act accordingly.
Sometimes i complained when she just wasn’t doing it well. Other times i just lost my £r£¢tion from the screams and Uju cry, and walked away. Uju knew i felt bad sometimes. She had an idea that i wasn’t getting the best of S-xual plea-sure from her. I in turn didn’t want to make her feel bad about herself. I un-derstood that i had met her a v!rg!nand with no experience of any S-xual practice whatsoever. I guess that was the reason i never flared up in anger when things turned sour during S-x.
Well, i flared up once. It was just two months after our marriage. Uju and i were having one of our usual S-xual escapees, when her m0@n ing suddenly turned into tears. She pu-ll-ed back in her usual painful manner. I was tired of begging for S-x or petting her after S-x. I have been begging ever since we got married and even before we got married. That very day, i decided it was the last time i would beg. And so , i stood up hissing and walking out of the be-droom angrily. I went over to the parlor, were i laid down on the cushion, starring into the ceiling and wondering when I was going to over come this trials that had befallen my marriage with Uju. Uju soon walked up to me slowly.
” Uche am sorry na. You know it was not my fault. ” she blurted out.
I kept silent. I preferred to be left alone when i was angry. Patrick had known these ever since our university days. But Uju never listened. She was a person who wanted to bring me out of my angry mood immediately.
” Uche naaa… plea-se answer me. You know its usually painful. Its not my fault,” she pleaded.
” Then its whose fault? Uju its whose fault?” I fired at her. ” I have taken enough. I have had enough. I try to t©uçh my wife and she cries. She makes me feel like am the devil. Yet i was enjoying my S-x life even before i married you o. I was enjoying it o. Women were m0@n ing to my t©uçh . Even those who cried mixed it with m0@n and confessed i was just too good o. I married and i thought i could groom my wife into what i wanted. I thought i could recreate her into my own master piece. But Mba. It didn’t walk out like that. Am i the only one with a big pe-nisEhhh? Uju Answer me. Am i? ” i shouted.
Uju bur-sted into tears. She was crying and hating her self. What was suppose to be a quarrel, ended up being a pitiable sight. I was moved by her tears. I hated when she cried. I just couldn’t stand Uju being sad. I put down my anger and walked over to console her.
” Am sorry. Its just that…. Its just that i love you. I don’t want to cheat. I wish you could satisfy me just the way i wanted it. ” i spoke calmly
” But Uche i am trying. I wish i was like every other lady. You know S-x at the beginning is h@rd. Let me have our first child, i will get used to it i promise. ”
That day , i didn’t want to talk much on the issue. I promised myself never to raise the t©pic or act in such manner any more. I didn’t know why i had lost my temper so quic-kly . It was very unlike me.
Now i was caught up with her friend. Uju had let out my secretes throu-gh what seemed to be a friendly gist.
In a bid to make it more greasy and smooth, Amaka spat thrice on her palm and stroked me. She then welcomed my h@rd rod back into her mouth with k!sses. The feeling made my legs shift.
” Amaka st©p plea-se” i gro-an ed weakly.
My flesh was hungry for her b©dy. It craved for her t©uçh. I was enjoying the b!ow Job that was being administered to me like a medication. Amaka was just too good. I felt like pushing her into the bathroom that was just few steps away from us. I wanted to make love to her while we were both covered in lava. It was all i ever dreamt off while i was still single and searching . I had thought that dream was going to come into reality when i met Uju, but instead it remained a dream till today.
My spirit begged immensely to be set free from this act of plea-surable s-en-sation i had immersed myself in. I thought of my beautiful wife who have done everything possible to make me happy. Uju is a good woman. She is one of the most caring personalities i have ever met as a man while growing up.
Even though i had money, and was obviously wealthy and well to do, Uju was still one of the few ladies i d@t£d who never depended on my wealth to solve her needs. She rarely asked me for money. It was not as if she was very comfortable and well to do, it was just one of her policies as a woman to be independent so as not to be taken advantage of by some rich guy somewhere.
” When he spends a couple of cash on you, he doesn’t plan on letting you go without playing the ‘I love you trick ‘ just to get within your legs. Its better for me as a lady to work and earn my own cash. That way i will preserve my self respect , so that i could reply back to any bastard that tries to say rubbish to me. After all, no man wants to marry or have anything to do with a liability as a wife or even a girlfriend. ” Uju once spoke.
I paid keen attention listening to this woman whose thoughts were full of wisdom. A rare personality amongst every woman. One i planned on ma-king my wife, a dream that had long come to p@ss.
Cheating on Uju was something i was never going to forgive myself for. But then, i was caught in this dre-adful act unprepared. Amaka loos£ned my towel and it landed like a bird, being sh0t by a hunter. It spre-ad its wings wi-de on the cold tiled floor. Her hands were still gr!pp£dfirmly to my pe-niswhen she whispered warmly into my ears.
” Let me give you a taste of what you have been missing all this while. ”
I shook my head trying to get out of this se-duction that had covered me. Amaka turned her back towards me S-xily. She raised the silky night go-wn up, ex-posing her fat fleshy backside. She was without P@nties. She was like one who had prepared and planned for this night all along.
” Uche give it to me from behind plea-se. ” She blurted out in a whisper.
….to be continued ….
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