Naughty wife’s diary: I fiddled while Rome burned

I was just staring at Joey as he foamed from the mouth.

“I want to know who told Philo I had returned.” He shouted again.

“What are you talking about?” Jimmy asked him in a calm voice. Trust my husband to be that cool in the face of turmoil. I was already sweating, inside, but maintained a calm façade.

“Philo told me, somebody close told her that I had returned to this house. And it is only you and your wife,” he shot me daggers with his two beady eyes, “that are close to me right now who know I am back with my fiancée.”

Jimmy shook his head. “I didn’t tell her anything,” then he looked at me. “And I don’t believe my wife told her anything either.”

I shrugged and got up to clear the table. After that, I didn’t linger to hear whatever Joey was vomiting before his younger brother. I went in to our bedroom. At least I had achieved a victory. That innocent woman won’t be fooled into a disastrous sham of a marriage with my brother in-law. Let him go and marry Philo, they fit each other perfectly. Two ashewos.

That night, there was an epic row. Philo moved in again and Joey was ready to tear down the walls. She didn’t budge o. they quarreled all night and for the first time since Joey moved in with us, Jimmy was pissed with him.

“I am tired of this,” he grumbled with frustration in bed as Joey and Philo’s angry voices vibrated in the house. I was just looking at him. If he had nipped this in the bud, all this won’t be happening. You simply shouldn’t allow your family member constitute a nuisance in your marital home.

“You are not saying anything,” he turned to say to me.

“I’d rather be fucking right now than say anything on what is happening out there. I am all talked out on anything regarding your brother. You know I have tried.”

“I just need peace in this house…”

I reached out for him, to slide my hand over his chest. I caused part of the brouhaha happening out there and I am not complaining. “Ignore them…” I whispered.

“I simply can’t.”

“I will help you.” I giggled, leaned over and kissed him, my hand sliding downward. I had this licentious urge to fiddle while Rome burned.

I kissed him harder, my tongue hot inside his mouth. My hand playing with his equipment. I could feel him hardening to my touch. Such magic, to elicit innate arousal just with a touch.

When he was ready, he said, “Turn your back.”

I smiled. My favourite position. I turned, lying on my side and backing him.

I turned and moaned at that first entrance. It never ceases to shake me up. I moaned again, coinciding with Philo’s scream of “You dey craze. Your father! You think say you go use and dump me abi. I be your wife o.”

I reached back to cup my husband’s ass and squeeze it.

“You will leave this house today. You must leave this house.” That was Joey screaming.

Jimmy groaned behind me, with pleasure.

I moved in harmony with his thrusts.

When I climaxed, it coincided with a plate crashing against a wall and shattering to pieces. “You better go and check those people,” I told Jimmy.

He chuckled. “Not yet. Come on top.”

I grinned and straddled him. My third favourite position. My second is full doggy.

They fought all night while we shagged.

The next morning, I was singing like a well-fucked canary as I did the dishes. The morning was all sunshine and lovely.

I wished mama’s house-help was still around to do this. But she had left with mama after our marathon baby-making session. Jimmy insisted the girl leave with mama. Mama is currently waiting for good news and she would dash back with the house-help to take over house chores while I rested.

I prayed fervently that all those gbencing wouldn’t go in vain. I deserve to be pregnant. I have worked hard for it. Why am I not pregnant? Am I that bad? But I have seen women I knew to be perfect candidate as Satan’s PA get pregnant and have children. Why not me?

Suddenly, all the sunshine and singing went out of me. I became too tired to do anything further. I went to the dining table to sit. That was where Philo met me.

“Good morning,” she greeted me.

I replied her.

“Please o, where is Joey’s sister that called me? She said she was here and wanted to see me. They are happy Joey is getting married to me. Where is she?”

You are looking at her. I shook my head. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

I got up and strode to our bedroom.

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