Richard: “What? For real? On what ground would they send their only child out of the house?” he said with his eyes popping out of their sockets.
Ophelia: “They watched the video of me proposing to you. The video seem to have gone viral…”
Richard: “Damnit! I told you…I told you this could happen. Do you see it now?”


Ophelia: “I don’t need you putting blames on me now. What I need from you now is your moral support and probably a place to crash at?”
Richard: “Let’s go back and plead with your parents, tell them you were only being childish and naïve. Tell them we planned the whole thing together so we could get popular?”
Ophelia: “No way! You don’t know my dad. He is a stubborn son of a difficult mother. You should have heard him raging even my mum could say nothing, she just cowered at a corner like a deaf and dumb who had no inkling about what was happening” she said sarcastically.
Richard: “Don’t talk about your parents with such disrespect ma’am. If you don’t respect your parents how will you be able to respect your husband later on?”
Ophelia: “I am just angry dear. I can’t believe they could throw me out by this time of the night. All my dad cares about is his reputation and honour. One will think he is the only Professor in the world. Please can we just get out of here? I am getting scared already”
Richard: ‘Where will you want to go to now? A hotel or my house?”
Ophelia: “Your house will not be bad” she replied strapping on her seat belt.
Night time was a nightmare to Gloria especially anytime her husband was not away on a business trip. She dreaded the time he’d have to pull her panties to thrust into her. It made her want to throw up in his face but she knew doing that would mean death to her marriage. She had to endure and keep enduring until when she is finally able to leave the marriage. She laid on the bed thinking of Ophelia, of everything they had shared, their love and friendship. Despite all of their escapades, they had never been suspected even once let alone caught. Whenever they spent those long hours in her room, her mum always thought they were having their girly talk so no one ever thought of intruding. The thought of those times made her horny involuntarily, she remembered her husband was in the shower and would soon pounce on her, she quickly got up and wiped herself clean with tissue and went back to bed. He head the door of the bathroom open and braced herself for what was to come next.
Johnson: “Remove your night gown” he grunted like a pig on heat. She obeyed and laid back. He took in her stance and smiled satisfactorily. He joined her on the bed and instead doing what she thought he will do, he turned her sideways to face him.
Johnson: “What is wrong dear? Is there something I am doing that you don’t like? Is there anyway you know that can make it better?”
Gloria: “You are doing just fine” all she wanted was to get the night over with.
Johnson: “But why are you always so unresponsive when we make love? You hardly even touch my bag except I beg you to. I feel like I am raping you and that is the worst feeling any married man can have in his marriage. Please tell me, you don’t like the way I do it?”
Gloria: “I said you are doing just fine. I am serious”
Johnson: “Okay can we try something different today? Instead of me doing the whole job, you will do it today. You will ride me, I want to feel your ass slapping against my shaft. I want to watch your boobs bounce carelessly up and down. Can we do that?” he gaze was lustrous and pleading at the same time.
Gloria: “No I don’t want to. If you really want to make love, I am here. Do it the usual way you used to or I will go to sleep now” she said and made to turn away from him but he held her down.
Johnson: “You are my wife for Christ sake woman and we are supposed to be trying new things on bed. Try pleasuring me once too so I’d know I married a living person and not some log of wood” his voice was calm as he said this. He knew what he wanted.
Gloria sensing that his patience could snap at any time decided to do as he requested. She closed her eyes and started kissing him while he kissed her back, groaning annoyingly. She felt herself becoming wet as he dipped his finger into her centre. She pretended it was Ophelia she was with and this made her enjoy the act for that moment until she climbed on top of him and slide him gently into her. All the sensations she had felt earlier vanished, she almost pulled away but he held her down tightly on her waist and started rocking her back and forth. She followed the rhythm and soon picked up the pace. Grinding against his shaft while he squeezed the boobs, the sensation came flooding her and she felt herself going faster and faster until she started contrasting around him. She could not believe she was cumming. Her eyes squeezed shut as her body finally relaxed, he noticed it and turned her over on all fours in the doggy style. He rammed against her as his hip bone slapped against her buttocks, the sound of that turned him on even the more as he also climaxed spilling his seed inside her. They both rolled back on the bed breathing heavily.
Johnson: “That was awesome honey. Did you like it?” he asked looking at her lovingly.
Gloria: “Yeah it was great, I enjoyed every bit of it” she replied smiling but she wasn’t going to admit to him it was the first time she ever reached orgasm with a man.
He sat opposite her in the sitting room eyeing her suspiciously. He wondered why she was at their house with her clothes and feeling so comfortable as if she was at her home. ”She even slept in the same room with my dad. I just dislike this lady with passion” he mused.
Ophelia: “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a smirk on her face.
Sammy: “Why did you come to our house?”
Ophelia: “I am in your house because I am going to be your new mum from now onwards”
Sammy: “You are never going to be my mum because my mum will be back soon. So you should better go back home aunty”
Ophelia: “How did your mother even bring this boy up sef? How can you be so rude to someone who used to be your teacher?”
Sammy: “Well I guess it’s not my mum who failed in teaching me well, it’s you!” he blurted out rudely.
Hell was let loose in the home of the Harrisons when in the morning, Ophelia was nowhere to be found. Obiageli called Gloria to ask if she was there but she replied in the negative and even went further to say she hadn’t heard from her for three days. Prof. Harry kept barking orders in the sitting room, heaping accusations and threats on his wife.
Prof. Harry: “Shameless mother and daughter. How can she leave home without telling anyone in the middle of the night? I know you both planned it together, to spoil my good name in this neighbourhood” he kept fuming.
Obiageli: “Nna anyi take it easy. She could have gone out briefly this morning, besides we all ate dinner together last night and there was no ill-feeling whatsoever between us last night. Maybe she went on her morning workout?”
Prof. Harry: “Why are you acting so dumb? Weren’t you the person who reported to me that some of her clothes were missing too? Do you exercise with a traveling bag on your head? This is the price I have to pay for marrying an illiterate” he said, giving her a look that could send a soldier into hiding.
Obiageli: “What are we g…Premier Naija Inspirational Blog!oing to do now? Heei this girl is trying to send me out of my husband’s house” she started crying.
One of the servants in the house ran into the sitting room with his phone, watching something. He handed it over to the professor who became dumbfounded and speechless.
Obiageli: “What is happening?” she went closer to peep into the phone and what she saw also weakened her legs. She took some steps back and slumped on the floor, crying.



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