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Finally, it was all over!
The long awaited day that I
and Jumoke, my newly
wedded wife had been
looking forward to. The
days before the wedding
had been extremely hectic.
We’d made plans and
arrangements all month
long. We’d fasted and
prayed and gone for
various counseling classes
at the church. We had been
prepared for the wedding
day months before it came.
I’d been so anxious, I had
been so careful so as not
to stutter while saying my
vows. My hands shivered
when I slipped Jumoke’s
ring on her finger. She had
given me a knowing look
and smiled, assuring me
that all would be fine. That
look that meant we will be
fine, we’ll get through thick
and thin, I never felt better
my whole life. I really
wanted to sigh at the altar
but I couldnt.
We had danced at the
reception and gotten so
many gifts that we couldn’t
have carried all that
evening. We had bid
goodbye to our parents
and gotten in the new
Toyota Camry my Dad
bought as my wedding gift.
We sat side by side and
held our hands smiling all
the way to the new house
Jumoke’s Mom had built for
her daughter as her
wedding gift. We were both
very happy. We loved each
other so much. We couldn’t
wait to start our family.
As we got closer to home, I
wondered how the rest of
the evening was going to
be. In the 7 months I’d
known Jumoke, we had
hardly kissed. She was
quite the devoted Christian
sister in our church and
had devoted her life to the
work of God. Every time
she had come to my
apartment, despite my
attempts to lure her into
spending the night with me,
she had refused. She said
she was keeping herself till
marriage like a true
Christian should do.
Despite my cajoling, she
never did give me a chance
to know her better without
any clothes on. Always fully
clothed when around my
apartment. We kissed a few
times, but never the deep
or passionate ones. I
hadn’t kissed my new bride
3 months before we got
married. She had talked
about us being in a sacred
and holy mood before we
got joined in matrimony. I
used to be a sex freak,
although I toned down a bit
on my urges. I shouldn’t
have gone this far with
Jumoke. If it was any other
lady, I would have ended it.
But Jumoke was different. I
trusted her and I still do.
When we got to the house,
I shared a few words with
Mike, the guy who had
drove us home before he
returned to join the others
at the reception venue.
Then I helped Jumoke hold
her flowing gown as we
walked into the living room.
We were both quiet. I put
on the television to kill the
silence and tuned the DSTV
to the God music channel as
gospel music filled the room.
I asked her if she needed
help getting out of the gown
but she said she’ll be fine. I
said, okay and watched her
enter into the bathroom and
close the door. I reduced
the volume of the TV,
locked the front door and
sat on the sofa. So many
things were going through
my head.
Now we were married, so
the sex will finally happen
right? What if it doesn’t?
What if she’s the type that
hates sex? Mahn, that will
be awful.
I had already started to
consider my other options if
my wife had a near-zero
sexual libido when mine
was always almost at its
peak.
You would cheat on your
new wife? You fool! This is
the reason while you
should have tried harder to
do her before you wedded
her. You have gone and
gotten yourself stuck with a
damn robot.
I kept thinking. I didn’t want
to be the type of husband
who would always ask his
wife for sex. I didn’t want
to bug her about it. I didn’t
want it to be an issue
between us. An issue that
could make her take report
me to her parents. Now that
would be very
embarrassing and aw…
“Honey, I want you to fuck
me.” I heard somewhere
behind me.
At first I thought I was
dreaming, then I looked to
my right and saw Jumoke
standing totally nude by the
door to the bedroom. My
jaw dropped and my
erection kick started like I
had taken some form of
Alomo or Ogidiga or the
both mixed. Her body
glistened with water she
just bathed with. Her boobs
looked glorious, with those
nipples looking inviting, the
areola stared back at me
with full confidence The
flare of her hips was
magnificent. The dark spot
between her thighs were
shaven and calling to me. I
thought this day would
never come.
She saw how awe struck I
was and repeated those
magic words.
“I want you to fuck me so
hard right now. Come on”
She said without missing a
bit, dead serious about it.
I pushed myself out of the
sofa and ran towards my
lovely new wife. I grabbed
her waist and planted a
kiss on her lips. Her hand
had already gone down my
crotch and grabbed my
dick, smooching my crotch.
She kissed me with that
passion I longed for, her
tongue wrestling with mine,
grabbing my crotch
intermittently.
“Take off your clothes
please” I dutifully did as I
was told and got rid of my
wedding suit like it was
ridded with soldier ants. We
were both nude as we
stood right there in the
living room. My hands
rubbed all over her wet
body. I grabbed that
massive ass that I had
wanted to grab for so long.
With both hands, I lifted her
up and made her cross her
feet around my back then I
held my rod and tried to
insert into her. She hissed
and whispered that I go in
gently.
“You’re a virgin?” I asked,
my heart beating at an
incredulous pace.
“No” she replied. With a
soft smile. “but its been so
long that I almost feel like
one”
We both laughed, then I
carried her to the bedroom
and gently placed her on
the king-sized bed. It had
been made for this
occasion, with red sheets
and plenty soft pillows. Her
Mom was behind it, I knew. I
proceeded to do to her
something I’d always
wanted to do. I planted her
inner thighs with soft
kisses.
She moaned softly, knowing
what was coming next. The
moment my tongue found
the sweet tasting lips of
her cooch, slowing licking
my way to her clitoris, she
brought her legs together
and squirmed, trying to
push me away and drag me
in at the same time. Her
moans increased, her body
shivered as I sucked her
deeper and harder, putting
much work into pleasing
her.
She wailed and called my
name, screaming the Lord’s
name while she creamed.
Her juices filled mouth and I
sucked harder, and even
harder. Till a point she
could hardly take it
anymore then I held my dick
and guided it into her
orifice.
Jumoke wailed once more,
grabbed my body and
hugged me tight as I dug
deep into her in traditional
missionary style. Her cooch
was stupidly wet, warm and
sweet. She urged me in with
the move of her hips, I
completely lost the look of
the prayer warrior she was
during the vigils to who she
is now, wailing and moaning
intensely. She would grab
the bed-sheet and drag it
towards her. I kissed her
face as tears poured from
her eyes. She moaned, and
hissed and told me how
much she loved me.
I told her how much I loved
her too. I felt my climax
approaching and I closed
my eyes and let it take
over me, slamming hard
against her. I inserted my
dick deep into her orifice
and blasted my cum into
her. Our bodies entangled
in love and sweat. She held
onto me as my thrusts
became slower. Then I lay
beside her on the bed and
we kissed again, even with
more passion than before.
I looked into Jumoke’s
eyes. She looked into mine.
She was so beautiful. Her
smile made her even
prettier.
“You were surprised when
I told you to fuck me.
Why?” Jumoke asked me
“Uhh, I wasn’t sure I had
heard you correctly. I
never thought you could….”
I said but was cut short
“say such a word?” I
smiled.
She chuckled. “So my new
husband doesn’t know
everything about me like
he’s supposed to”
“Well, I’m hoping you will
show me more” I said and
kissed her.
“Of course. We have a long
night ahead of us, Mister.”
With that she got on top of
me and directed my newly
charged dick into her soft
wet coochie.
My wedding night was a
glorious night.
