SEX IN MY MARRIAGE (Part 4)

Soaked Panties!
Hmmm.. number 1, on your “how to keep your man” list. Apart from looking good, it’s to possess killer underwear. After you take off the underwear, what happens next? Some women soak their panties for almost a week because they are too lazy to wash them daily and it gives them the joy to look at 15 white panties on the clothesline.
Your man comes into the bathroom and there is a slight wee stench and the water you soaked the panties in, has started having bubbles!

Let’s not even overkill the combo of panties, waist trainers, and soaked Panties!
Hmmm.. number 1, on your “how to keep your man” list. Apart from looking good, it’s to possess killer underwear. After you take off the underwear, what happens next? Some women soak their panties for almost a week because they are too lazy to wash them daily and it gives them the joy to look at 15 white panties on the clothesline.
Your man comes into the bathroom and there is a slight wee stench and the water you soaked the panties in, has started having bubbles!

Let’s not even overkill the combo of panties, waist trainers, and girdles or cycling tights, do you know how smelly you can be when you’ve walked through 34degrees of sun and then take them off and try to look sexy for your man!

Worse still you wear the same waist trainer the next day! And you wonder why your man’s aloof or cold sometimes. He may not be able to tell you but, STOP soaking your panties, they stink! STOP putting your ‘lady things’ in his face married or not. You may be killing it for him over time. girdles or cycling tights, do you know how smelly you can be when you’ve walked through 34degrees of sun and then take them off and try to look sexy for your man!

Worse still you wear the same waist trainer the next day! And you wonder why your man’s aloof or cold sometimes. He may not be able to tell you but, STOP soaking your panties, they stink! STOP putting your ‘lady things’ in his face married or not. You may be killing it for him over time.

Still, there was silence. Loud silence. No one spoke. I didn’t care! My head was hot and I was so hurt! The Elders started to rise one after the other until just a few were left. One of the big Aunties-in-Law walked up to me and said, “you are truly a good woman”. She looked at her nephew and then left.

Alhaji then called both of us and said that it was up to us to decide what we wanted to do with our marriage. They all left. My legs were too heavy to move. I could hardly walk. Suddenly I was very weak and tired. He went on after them, shut the door, and asked all the help to go away and to return later in the evening. I was seated by the time he was done issuing orders, and I suddenly couldn’t look at him. He looked drained, shabby, and old. He knelt before me and sobbed. I sobbed too and begged him to get up. I wept from the pain of the humiliation I suffered, the pain of not seeing my children and being sneered at by relatives… and now, I knew he felt the pain of humiliation too! We wept and wept endlessly.

Kayode insisted on dropping me off. For the first time in a long time, I slept a satisfying sleep. I didn’t hear from him or any of his family members for over a week. It was a Wednesday evening, I was preparing to go to fellowship when I heard a knock at the door. I thought it was my neighbor, who oftentimes went with me to fellowship. It wasn’t. I opened the door and there to my greatest surprise, stood my children and Husband. I was stunned. The children came to me and hugged me while their father stood back. I cried. The children had so much to tell me. Their father watched in silence and then asked the children to give us a minute alone.

As soon as we were alone. He went to his knees and said,
“I have messed up. I am a selfish, thoughtless man and I am sorry for all I did to us. Please I want you back home. I’ve returned all the furniture to the living room and have everything as it was. Please come home”. I was quiet. and I could only manage to say “please give me some time”. He went on, “I want to do therapy. I will do whatever it takes to get you back, please. ”We all made our way outside. At the gate were 2 cars, one was Kayode’s and the other was a brand new Mercedes 350 jeep, with a card that said ‘please come back!’. He gave me the keys and said it was mine.

Fast forward. It is our 3rd session with the therapist. His erectile issue was more mental than physical. I have learned a lot about Kayode. He was sexually molested by his older cousin when he was little. It traumatized him in many ways. We are working on many things. We are happier by the day and I have the dildo to thank for it!

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