It was then that I attacked Festus as I stripped him of his clothing and prepared to f^ck him. Of course, Festus was willing and as his clothes fell so did mine, because moments later, we met in a flesh to flesh embrace as our mouths supported a deep kiss. It was the best.
Our hands eagerly explored each other’s bare flesh as we had done in the distant past. We adored each other. . ..
Moments later I fell onto the bed and Festus moved over me where his mouth engaged my Tips, first one; then the other. It was fantastic as
I reveled in my pleasure.
But it wasn’t enough as I grasped his now rigid c*ck and guided it to my willing p^ssy where it slipped smoothly into place. It was the best. . .
The coital rhythm was soon in motion as the two of us extracted each others pleasure with sensations that drove our passions like never before. . . . It was wonderful. . . .
When we climaxed together a few moments later, I knew that the best was yet to come; that incredible intimacy that I and Festus shared on those occasions.
Then, as we lay in each others arms, I knew that I was fortunate – I had the very best. I knew that I’d never feel the desire to search for something better again. I had the best. . . .
Then, as we talked, Festus said, “I’ve known for several months something was troubling you. . . ever since that night several months ago when you suddenly became distant and worried. I knew then that you had a problem and wanted to help. You seemed to reject me. . .”
“Then, since I had no idea what was bothering you, I was left out and you were rejecting me. I took up “hanging with the boys” to compensate.
If only I’d known!’ he continued.
It was at exactly that moment when tragedy struck again. . . Festus began to complain of a pain in the left side of his head and chest.
An hour later, Festus – my husband – was dead!
Another hour later and I was disconsolate. I couldn’t take the reality that my husband is dead. It was like a movie to me…. As I gathered my two children to myself and explained that their father was gone forever, I realized that I was facing one of the most defining moments of my life. We were a great family who supported each other. I sobbed.
We traveled from our base in Wuse II, Abuja to our hometown – Nri in Anaocha Local Government Area of Anmabra state. Nri is the ancestral home of all Igbos. Eri the father of the Igbo race founded Nri town when he relocated from Aguleri around 900AD. So, Igbo culture and traditions is at its finest and most powerful shade at Nri. During the final funeral arrangements, burial and regrouping of the remaining family I was strong. . . a pillar of strength for my kids.
After the entire funeral obsequies, my mother who had a well developed and pure intuitive faculty, called me to my father’s compound and told me that she sensed I broke my marriage vows of loyalty to Festus, I told her the whole truth. Then, she told me that my husband died because of my one time adulterous fling.
I wept bitterly as she spoke to me!
She continued to explain to me that Marriage in Nri and most places in Igbo land is a sacred business that is based on life and death. For women, especially, their purity and loyalty in marriage make or mar their husbands. Misfortunes of various kinds, and sometimes, death typically befalls any man who continues to go into his adulterous wife, if she has not proven, beyond doubt that change has occurred in her character.
“Eri blessed marriage institution for his descendants and sealed it with his own ‘Offor,’ therefore all Igbo marriages must remain in love and loyalty so as to receive of Eri’s blessings. A break in your marital vows will bring misfortune to your family.” My mother added.
I cried for days as I thought about my mistake and my mother’s words to me, The fact that Festus slumped and died, almost all of a sudden, after he had s*x with me for the first time since my adulterous tryst, made her word sink deeper in my soul.
Only weeks later, did I return to my residence along Parakou crescent in Wuse II, Abuja. I relaxed into the caring of my children as a single mum. Months passed and I was lonesome – I was used to a strong man for a mate to help with the home and family. I wanted someone close.
Of course, as I had slipped once, I was especially careful not to get involved with a man. My days were now filled with activities – times that involved my kids and my Wuse II community. Fortunately, when Festus died, he left me with adequate wealth, because he invested in several real estates in Abuja, Lagos, and Oko in Anambra state so that I need never worry about money. I became popular with the women in Wuse community.
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To be continued
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