“After the botched exercise, we drank Cecil’s health drink and she declared we were going out to eat,” Eddy reported and giggled when her husband nuzzled her neck and held her close.
“Hmm,” was all he said, while pressing his engorged groin on her buttocks later on Sunday night.
“Are you even listening to me?” Eddy asked humorously, while turning in his arms to face him.
Slay grinned and brought her close, their breaths brushing each other’s faces. “I missed you, babe,” he growled, his fingers working ceaselessly to pull off her sleeping shorts.
“I missed you too. But you were supposed to hear about our weekend and you tell me yours,” she retorted while helping him pull off her shorts. There was no way she could pretend not to be affected, her breath was coming in spurts now as she shimmied out of her sleep shirt and plastered her body on her husband’s hard chest.
Slay held her close and panted his wild desires into her neck. He wanted his wife so bad, he couldn’t think straight. But he’d promised and he wanted to have her without interruptions, so he summarized the weekend for her.
“The kids finally woke at nine. I and Morgan and Uncle Ebong taught them defense moves and they actually liked it, especially PJ’s girls and got it right. Maybe, they got it better because our boys and Morgan’s boys already knew the moves and were eager to show them too.”
“We really enjoyed the breakfast, thank you,” he said this and kissed her brow and then helplessly claimed her mouth in a hot kiss.
“Later, we took them out to one of this fast-food places with kid toys, spent the day there, went home late, bathe and fed them and they were quite tired, so they slept. That about sums it up,” Slay sighed, because his wife’s hand had crawled to his groin and was now pumping his hardened length, so he growled and moved back and forth in her soft hand.
“We went out, ate and basically lived at the cinema the whole day, which was Wana’s fault. If I don’t watch another movie in the next couple of months, I’ll be just fine,” Slay chuckled while his hands kneaded her bountiful breasts and then his head lowered to take her nipple into his mouth.
“Oh…,” she gasped and forgot what she’d been saying.
Slay looked up slyly, “Keep talking, babe,” he urged.
Eddy shook her head while panting. Her husband loved how distracted she got when he touched her. He lapped and sucked her pebbled nipples, groaning his pleasure while his left hand crept in between her legs to discover how wet she was.
“Jeez, darling, you’re so wet,” he murmured as he kissed his way down her rounded stomach and enjoyed her helpless whimpers, “You were saying…” he prodded gently, just as his fingers moved, rubbing sensuously on her pleasure nub.
She had no choice as she undulated against her husband’s fingers. “Some…some guys…some guys…” she panted and couldn’t continue but the mere mention of another man or men, caught Slay’s attention and he paused the process of torturing his wife and in extension, himself.
“Some guys?” he demanded, pulling out his hand from in between her legs and she whimpered in protest, her thighs tightening to hold him there, but he was already over her, his hands wedged on both sides of her face on the bed.
“What guys?” he persisted with a frown that Eddy found adorable, where it would have been threatening to some one else.
She managed a deep breath, “When we went out for dinner, some guys hit on us and wanted to take us to a club…”
“I didn’t know you would like to go a club,” Slay said, seeming uncertain and Eddy touched his cheek tenderly.
“I didn’t know either until they asked. It’s been a while, since before T-boy arrived,” she said, using her first son’s pet name.
Now Slay was alarmed, “So, you …went?!” he whispered, but it came out as a croak.
Eddy reached up and kissed her husband with pent up passion, “I would never go to a club without you,” she proclaimed, her eyes fiery and determined and Slay grinned, the knot in his chest loosened considerably.
His breath came out in a whoosh of relief, “Okay,” he nodded, his knees instantly spreading her thighs as he aligned himself against her wetness. He rubbed the smooth head of his erection, teasing her wet entrance as he mentally made plans to talk to the guys about surprising their wives with a club outing.
“Stop talking, DJ,” he said and kissed her to swallow he next words. “I missed you this weekend, and we have the rest of the week to talk about your adventures,” he gasped as he slowly withdrew and slowly plunged back, driving his wife crazy.
Debbie nodded frantically, “If I agree, will you…will you, err…”
“Tell me what you want, DJ,” PJ drawled while pausing his slow punishment, seating his length to the hilt inside his wife. He could feel her muscles flex around him, he could feel her wet walls gripping and milking him and it was enough to send him over the edge but he gritted his teeth and held himself above his wife.
It was so adorable that she was still painfully shy after years of marriage and two kids, three, if he counted the growing one in her belly. He watched her lick her lips, her eyes fleeting from his face and back.
“Tell me,” he prodded, withdrawing just a tiny bit and pumping forcefully back, enjoying her groan of frustration.
“I missed you too, PJ,” she gasped, looking close to tears.
“I know,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss her. “But if you don’t say what you want, how can I help you?” he asked with a sincere tone in his voice, one that seemed to anger his wife to no end.
“I want you to…move,” she managed this and arched her hip, making PJ groan at the burst of pleasure that shot through his body.
He swallowed with difficulty and made to lift himself from his wife, “I should move?”
Debbie grappled and held him back with a glare, “Don’t you dare,” she said, her legs curving over his calves to hold him against her.
“What do you want?” he persisted, he loved his wife and her shyness, but once in a while, he went crazy when he forced her to talk dirty in bed, especially because she was good at it.
She cleared her throat, sighed heavily and fixed her gaze on him, “I enjoy having your hard length breach my plaint, wet entrance. I love widening my legs and giving you leeway to fuck me,” she whispered, widening her legs and PJ groaned moving unconsciously, his brow furrowed in concentration because his wife was driving him mad with passion right then.
“I love you, Debbie,” he thundered fervently as he needed no more prodding to satisfy his wife.
“I love you too, Paul, I love you very much!” and that was her last coherent thought as her husband brought her to a shuddering end, effectively communicating how much they’d missed each other.
Stacey was struggling with jealousy and uncertainty. She had managed to get home before her family returned from their weekend adventures, but she’d not been able to handle how cozy her dad and Wana were with each other. They cuddled so much one would think they’d been away from each other for a year, instead of a day and two nights.
She was jealous because she wanted to be that way with Richard. Just the thought of his name filled her mind with erotic images of them tangled together on the bed. She couldn’t stop thinking of him, of the things he’d done to her, she felt like a virgin, like she was just discovering intimacy when Richard was with her.
They had spent the whole weekend inside his room and some minutes in his equally completed and furnished kitchen as opposed to the rest of the house.
Having fallen asleep in his arms, she’d woken up to him kissing his way down her body and without much effort, she’d been fully ready and panting for him. The intense emotions they seemed to have for each other was scary to Stacey.
But despite the fear, she’d been reluctant to leave him. She had hoped that he would plead with her to stay back, but he’d only wished she could and had reasonably pointed out that she had to return home so that her dad wouldn’t worry or suspect their relationship.
He had sounded reasonable and it left Stacey feeling extremely uncertain. She couldn’t stop recalling that he’d been able to easily put her aside more than five years ago and it seemed he could do the same now after the awesome weekend they’d shared.
Contrary to the past, she was sure she’d go mad with grief and it terrified her to even think of it. How could he have been so reasonable when she wanted to cry and cling to him and never leave him?
God, she was pathetic, she thought disgustingly at herself and turned on her bed, trying not to hear the sounds coming from her parents’ room.
Stacey wished she could sleep but thoughts of Richard, how he felt beneath her palm, how he felt gliding into her with long measured strokes, how she felt coming apart in his arms, was making sleep impossible.
Richard had effectively spoilt her opinion about love making…he had insisted they call it love making instead of sex. It was as though he had awakened a beast in her that she’d not been aware that she had; she had suddenly become ravenous, instigating intercourse so many times that weekend she had lost count.
She was pleasantly sore in between her legs from the countless times they’d tangled intimately. Yet, as she lay on her bed, her laptop forgotten, her writing no more an urgent venture, she could feel the pooling of moist in her core and all she could think about…hope about, was climbing over Richard and riding him until she screamed her release.
He had patiently taught her how to ride him and had allowed her do it as often as could be managed through the weekend. She found that she loved being on top and Richard didn’t seem to mind. Yet, she also loved when he took control and brought her mindless pleasure.
Stacey moaned into her pillow. Would she survive this when it was over?
They hadn’t spoken of any expectations, they hadn’t spoken about being exclusive, they hadn’t discussed if they were in a relationship or if this was a best friends’ fling and Stacey didn’t want to bring it up. She didn’t want to be the one to ruin the intense emotion they shared, she didn’t want to discover what it was, so she’d not be hurt.
She should have returned to Lagos last month but that decision suddenly seemed like the wrong one and yet a part of her felt it was right.
That part of her was her self preservation; it advised that she leave before Richard discarded her like he’d done before. Working for her dad was slowly looking promising.
Stacey tossed and turned the whole night, by the time she got up early in the morning and dressed up in jeans shorts, a t-shirt, no makeup, her round glasses perched on her nose and her laptop bag hanging from her shoulder, Wana had already completed Tony’s lunch pack and was on her way to bath her son.
Wana took one look at her tired eyes, red from sleeplessness and said, “Go. I’ll tell your father you went to the library or something,” she waved her off.
Stacey felt like crying and rushed into Wana’s arms, hugging her round body close, not minding the hard bulge of her growing baby bump. She had no idea how she knew things and just made it easier for her since Stacey had met her eight years ago.
“I love you, mom,” she whispered and felt Wana’s arm tighten on her chubby body. Then she disentangled herself when she heard her sniffle.
“Are you crying?” Stacey asked in consternation, Wana wasn’t a crier, well, except when she was pregnant, but it was always disconcerting to watch the strong woman shed tears.
“You called me mom,” she choked, stemming her tears with the tip of her fingers.
“Tony calls you mom,” Stacey pointed out in exasperation.
Wana shook her head, “That’s different,” she heaved and sniffled.
“I know. You’ve been my mom since I met you, even when I was a belligerent teen. You care, love, discipline, advice, direct and it’s cool when you tease too,” Stacey grinned and was glad Wana laughed.
“I love you too, daughter,” she said and her eyes went to Stacey’s hair, wrapped with a small scarf, quite stylishly, which was her new look. “I really don’t know what the fuss is about natural hair though,” she complained as always when she looked at Stacey’s stumpy hair.
Stacey chuckled and hurried to the door, “That’s my cue to disappear,” she said, waved at her mother and went out.
DUCT SEASON 4 continues
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