When Paul came home later that evening,
he
easily noticed that there was something
different about his wife. She was acting
like she
was hiding something. The way her eyes
glowed was strange and she was not her
normal dull self who took her time in
everything
she did. She also couldn’t stare at him
straight
in the eyes, yet she kept on stealing a
glance at
him, but would quickly look away
whenever
they had eye contact.
“So how was your day?” He asked her
while
having his dinner.
“My day?” she quickly asked. She didn’t
know
when she became alarmed. “My day was
okay,
just the same usual boring thing.”
He noticed this alarmed reaction too, but
didn’t
know what to do about this observation.
Ruth wanted s*x and wanted it any
moment
from now. Today was the last day of his
fasting
but she wasn’t sure if he would want to
touch
her. She needed him even though she
wasn’t
sure she would have the same pleasure as
the
lady in the neighbor’s balcony had had.
She
just needed to be touched.
Paul couldn’t just understand what was
wrong
with his wife. She was touching him here
and
there, something she had never done
before.
She watched him eat, saying little.
Was she still angry at him for what
happened
last week? Paul thought. But she didn’t
actually
look angry. He also observed as she
quickly
parked the empty plate right after he was
done,
dropped the plates in the kitchen and
came
out.
“Let’s go into the room dear.” Ruth said.
There was also something different about
the
way she talked, he noted. Did she want
s*x? He
didn’t want s*x. He was tired and needed
to
just pray and sleep. But how could she be
acting like she wanted s*x? That’s a
worldly
behavior. “I want to read the bible a little
before
coming into the room.”
“Alright, I will be inside.” She stood up
and
entered the bedroom.
Paul could see that she was disappointed.
His wife wanted to make love to him and
it was
his duty as a man to do that with her.
Even the
word of God says so. He should be with
her
even though he was tired. He read a few
verses
in the bible and quickly stood up to join
her in
the bedroom.
He put on his night gown and joined her
on the
bed.
Ruth turned around once he lay on the
bed and
began to caress him. This was a strange
act as
far as Paul was concerned. His wife never
initiated s*x. There was an unfamiliar
hunger in
the way she touched him. It quickly turned
him
on and soon man and wife were Unclad.
Ruth wanted him to be wilder in his touch.
She
wanted him to make her scream like the
lady
had screamed today. But Paul wasn’t cut
out
for this new style of love making. What
had
gotten into his wife’s head? Why she just
rushing him, he just wanted to take his
time; it
seemed like he was about to make love to
another person apart from his wife.
Ruth wasn’t feeling him; she felt
frustrated but
kept on trying.
His fingers toughed her virgina, caressed
it a
little and went up to her bosoms.
No! She was not going to have a few
minutes of
caress and then s*x without energy. She
wanted him to finger her harder and suck
her
bosoms harder too. She wanted him to
make
her scream. Couldn’t he see that she was
all
wet? She wondered how the lady felt with
the
young man’s tongue in her virgina. She
was
sure the feeling the tongue would have on
her
femalecore would be heavenly.
“Please don’t take off your hand,” she
pleaded.
“Touch me more,” she couldn’t believe she
was
theone saying this. She wanted him to
rub
harder on her femalecore. She just wanted
to
feel all the pleasure she could.
Paul was surprised at the way she had
talked.
What in devil had gotten into his wife?
Was she
demanding a worldly kind of s*x from
him?
Somehow, he wanted to give it to her as
she
demanded but couldn’t bring himself of to
do
such dirty things. Why does she want him
to
over caress her virgina? He wasn’t just
expecting this.
He just touched her a little and quickly
caressed
her bosom before driving his joystick into
her.
Ruth almost cried out in frustration but
loved
the feel of him inside her. She wanted to
tell
him to suck her bosom hard but knew she
would sound as worldly as the lady in her
neighborhood. She was lying in a
missionary
style but hoped that she would also have
him
drive into her from the rear, just like the
dog-
like style she saw her neighbor did to his
girl
yesterday.
But he was getting over excited and
needed to
have s*x with her before he ejaculated in
the
process of romance. She was all wet and
he
liked the feel of her virginal walls. This
got him
even more excited as the walls of the
warm
environment contracted and gave him a
warm
welcome.
He ejaculated before he got to his
thirteenth
thrust.
Ruth noticed he was pounding her faster,
he
was coming!! “No, no don’t, please don’t
come,
don’t stop pleaaase.” She please,
surprised at
herself once again for saying it out loud.
But it was too late. Paul’s joystick was
already
shrinking. He rolled off her and lay face
up on
the bed, breathing heavily.
Ruth couldn’t understand what was wrong
with
her. She was plain angry. The emptiness
she
felt inside was so deep that she felt like
crying.
Was this all she could get after all the
anticipation all day? She wanted to
despise her
husband for leaving her this empty, but
she
knew she shouldn’t. She was acting sinful
even
with her thoughts and she knew she
should
stop.
She felt sad. Then a realization downed
on her.
She was never going to have as much joy
during s*x as that lady. She was never
going to
be satisfied. She was stuck and would
never
find the happiness she desired. She
became
scared. The possibility of living the rest of
her
life in this emptiness was scarier.
To be continued
