He's Our Husband

She laid there on the bed in silence fuming as she listened to Fred talk to his wife on the phone. At first she was rubbing his back, then she started to touch his left nipple in a bid to distract him but he held her hand and frowned. "I love you too, babe. I'd be home soon as I'm done with these documents." Then he ended the call and turned to face the thick naked documents laying on the bed beside him. Ifeoma had been 'the documents' he's been working on for the past 5 months. What started as a one night stand had blown into an affair and he knew it would cost him his family but he just kept coming back to the same thing he should avoid.

Ifeoma went to the restroom, got the little container she hid behind the toilet seat, opened it, took out a white pebble, squatted down and inserted the pebble deep within her. She hoped this pebble would work this time, because the previous ones she'd used didn't work. Fred still went back home to his wife everytime he came over and the last time she had swallowed the pebble and ordered him to divorce his wife and move in with her, he'd slapped her. The old man that she'd been using had told her to swallow the pebble and order any man to do her bidding and he would do that, but the slap that day meant it didn't work. After 5 minutes, she flushed the toilet and walked back into the room to test the efficacy of the new pebble.

The day it all started, Fred had tried touching his wife for the third time that day and she wasn't receptive. Her baby girl was just 2 months old and sex was the furthest thing from her mind. She'd told Fred that they wouldn't have sex till Fiona was 6 months and her husband had agreed to the decision but for the past 3 days, he's been walking around the house with his erection and she had just ignored him. He'd pleaded with her for a blow job, she also wasn't in the mood for that as well. With 2 kids, she was amazed at how her husband's sex drive was still as high as it was from the 2 years they dated. She wondered why it didn't wane. They've been together for 6 years. Dated for 2 and have been married for 4 years, but she knew her husband still looked at her the same way he'd looked at her from the very first day he'd asked her out years ago. She had never told him no or denied him access to her body. Whatever positions and fantasy he wanted to try out, she was game. He was her best friend and brother. People even started saying they looked alike. Because when you've been with someone you love for a long time, you actually start to look like that person. Nature just start to make your looks blend. She knew her husband would understand her reasons for saying no to his sexual advances. She saw the lust in his eyes as he watched her breastfeed their daughter. Trey, their 2 year old son was upstairs sleeping in his room. "Okay, can I just come and play with the other boobs?" Fred had asked in a voice thick with lust. "No na... Stop being a big baby. Are you not tired of the breasts already. In 6 years you have not let me rest. Oyah go and want and relieve yourself, big baby of mine." She knew he loved it when she called him big baby. Then she smacked his butt as he walked by her to go drop the plates he was carrying. He bent to kiss his daughter's forehead and wanted to be smart on Bimpe's other breast, she covered her right nipple with her hand and squirted breast milk on his face. He made an annoying face and then went up to check on Trey.

Three hours later, he came downstairs, admired the sight before him: his wife was sleeping peacefully and Fiona was wide awake with her dimpled toothless smile flashing and warming his heart. Fiona was a perfect mix of Bimpe and himself. Trey was a masculine copy of his mum, but Fiona was all him. At least she had his dimples and pointed nose, but this her forehead was definitely from Bimpe. He would catch a grenade for his family. He needed to go to the bar to watch a game. Maybe going out for air would help his horny condition. He drove to a different bar, a new one farther away from home. He didn't want the familiar crowd. He needed somewhere he won't be distracted. 5 minutes after he sat down nursing a bottle of Hennessy and goat meat pepper soup, Ifeoma and her faux British accent, plunked down on the sofa beside him. That was when he remembered that he had actually forgotten to replace his wedding ring 2 weeks after Trey lost it. Trey had also misplaced Bimpe's ring some months ago and Fred replaced it days later but when Trey misplaced his own ring, Fred had procrastinated it till the point that he totally forgot about replacing it. Now, that was about to cost him. "Mind if I joined you to watch the game? All the other tables are occupied" she had said, with an accent. He looked around at the bar, indeed the other tables were occupied but there were still some empty seats around. He intentionally chose a table far back in a nook of the club, so as not to see or be seen by anyone he knew. He didn't keep or have much friends but the few he did have would always whine to him about their marriages and the string of girlfriends they had. He was always proud whenever he dished out marital advice to them and the need to be faithful in marriages. If any of them walked into this bar right now and see this attractive lady beside him, they would call him a hypocrite. "It's okay, you can sit. So which team are you supporting today?" He had asked her because he still wasn't used to having ladies develop a sudden interest in watching football games. Bimpe would always leave the room whenever a game was on and would go watch her favorite soaps on the TV upstairs. "I'm an Arsenal fan. But I didn't come to the bar to watch the game. I actually just came to clear my head from all the worries disturbing me." She had said as she sipped from her glass of red wine, her bottle was half full which meant, she wasn't tipsy yet. Something told him to leave the conversation at that and not ask her what her worries were, but then again, she was an attractive lady in distress and he also needed someone to talk to, himself. Rubbing his ring finger, he asked; "wanna talk about what's worrying you?" Then she smiled, took another sip from her glass and swallowed the pebble she'd been carrying in her mouth for an hour.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Then she stripped down to her birthday suit and looked again at her reflection in the mirror, she kept turning around, looking for any imperfections, there was none. There really was nothing wrong with her. She was tall, very curvy, intelligent, smart, a good cook, a lovely lady, she still couldn't understand why men still couldn't stop breaking her heart and using her. She had suffered 3 heartbreaks in 2 years and this latest one almost took her life. She sat there in front of the mirror and cried her eyes out. Everyday she steps out of her house, a man must approach her, she had good presence but no man has really loved and wanted her long enough to want to commit long term. It was like she was a stepping board for them, because immediately they broke up with her, 2 or 3 months later, she would see pictures of her exes getting married to someone else. 4 months ago, Nnamdi had broken up with her over whatsapp, he didn't even have the decency to tell her to her face. She had sacrificed alot, compromised alot as well for men. She had done things she wasn't proud of, just to be someone's Mrs. At 33, she really wasn't ready to keep being addressed to as girlfriend. Ifeoma started going through her phone, looking at the pictures she'd taken with all the exes that had gone through her heart and her body. Some of them she had even forgotten about, a few of them she would never forget. Nnamdi, Hamza and Tunde are the 3 men she had loved with everything she had and would have ever had, but apparently she wasn't good enough for them. She had dated Tunde for almost 2years and those 2 years were filled with wonderful memories she would never forget, she had even introduced him to her family and friends. Even his friends back then used to call her "our wife, iyawo wa" but she never knew that Tunde was happily married with 3 lovely children. She had done 2 abortions for him because he kept on telling her he didn't want kids out of wedlock. Then Hamza swooped in like a falcon trailing a prey, he helped her in arranging the pieces of the shattered heart Tunde left in his wake. Hamza was every woman's dream man. He spoilt her silly, paid for her trips abroad, sent money to her parents, used his connection to get her a good job, he disvirgined her anally. She let him have her in whatever way he wanted. At the end, Hamza went to Dubai and married a princess and then cut ties with her. She would have converted to Islam and married Hamza at the drop of a button if he'd asked her. She became a shadow of her former self after Hamza left her, she became reclusive, didn't and couldn't talk to anyone. Hated men with a passion, she even cut her hair and started going around without makeup so as to look unattractive, but even at that, Nnamdi still found her attractive and had relentlessly pursued her. He would show up unannounced at her house or at work, bringing gifts. For 5 weeks, he chased her, stalked her, surprising her. Her friends started to plead on his behalf, because he also started giving them gifts so they could make Ifeoma change her mind and agree to date him. Nnamdi wasn't her ideal man, what he lacked in height and looks, he made up for in wealth. He was a perfect definition of 'na money be fine bobo'. So she decided to date him.

3 weeks after she said yes to Nnamdi, he took it upon himself to make her forget about all the men she had been with in the past. Nnamdi asked her to sell the Toyota Camry Hamza got her and then he bought her a brand new BMW X6M, he even bought her a 2 bedroom bungalow because he had said he didn't want his woman to lack anything. He bought the car and the house for her but everything was in his name. Ifeoma didn't mind, afterall, Nnamdi was Igbo like herself and kept calling her 'Tomato jos'. When a wealthy single Igbo man starts calling you sweet pet names, he really wants to marry you, that's what one of her friends had told her and she believed it. Nnamdi had a very small dick and couldn't satisfy her in bed, but he made up for his inadequacies with money and expensive gifts. She loved him the way he was and had no reason to cheat on him. He even took her home to meet his family and his mom liked her. His dad was indifferent. Nnamdi was the first son and could marry any woman he wanted but definitely not a woman from Enugu State where Ifeoma was from. Nnamdi was from Anambra, then his mum changed towards her. She started having resentment towards Ifeoma, but Nnamdi would reassure her that he would marry her regardless of what his parents wanted and she believed him. A day before he broke up with her, he spent the whole day making love to her in ways he'd never done before and she had wondered where he got the drive from. Even his small dick seemed bigger that day, but at 10pm, he left, while she was asleep. When she woke up at 4am, touching his side of her bed, he wasn't there. She took her phone to call him, it was switched off. She decided to send him a message on whatsapp but instead he had a lengthy message there, waiting for her and some pictures as well to add the last nail to her coffin. Nnamdi was getting married in 2 weeks time to a very pretty young lady. He had already done the introductions and the traditional wedding. The white wedding was in 2 weeks time. He had also taken the keys to the car he bought her and the key to the house. He drove away with the car. He wanted her to leave with her things and she had a week to move out of the house. After the lengthy spiel, he apologized at the end and then told her he wished her all the best. She had read the message 10 times, hoping to see something different. It was still the same. A week later, she moved out of the house she had come to love. She left Lagos and moved to Abuja. It was in Abuja she decided that she would find and meet her husband and she didn't care how she got him. She was now desperate. She must be a Mrs. before her 34th birthday and her birthday was in 3 months time. Then one of her friends introduced her to the old man that gave her 4 white edible pebbles with instructions on how to use them. He had told her that when she saw a man she liked, she should swallow one of the pebbles and then talk to him. So, that evening, she decided to try out the first pebble. She walked into the bar, got a bottle of red wine, sat in a corner and started to sip it while assessing all the men that walked into the ritzy bar. Any man with a wedding ring, didn't get a second look from her. Most of the men at the bar had wedding rings on. She was about to finish her drink and leave when she watched him walk into the bar. At once, he reminded her of everything about Hamza she thought she had forgotten. He was built like Hamza, even walked like him. He also wasn't wearing a ring. She watched as he walked to a corner of the bar, ordered a bottle of Hennessy and pepper soup. Then she took out one of the pebbles from her purse, made the incantations the old man told her to make before talking to any man she wanted, she placed the pebble under her tongue, carried her her bottle of wine and her glass and then walked to go claim her future husband.