Naughty Wife’s Diary: My house is no motel

I thought things would get better after that craziness with me and Jimmy, us fighting one moment and getting down the next minute, all in a jumble of passion and fireworks. But things didn’t get better, the worse thing in my list of worse things descended on me early Thursday.

Joey, Jimmy’s elder brother blew in like a hurricane, bringing down all decorum and shattering the peace we were enjoying in the house.

And to make matters worse, he was with a woman. A woman I had never seen before who looked like she had a mission in my house.

Joey has proved to be a total loser in relationships. Sneezing comes easier than the way he changes women. Or maybe the women leave him that fast. He is as ugly as sin and built like a silver back gorilla and with similar attitude. From what I have witnessed, no woman sleeps with him and lived to laugh about it. Their cunts usually had sad tales to tell. Except for Philomena, the whore that was his ‘fiancée’ for a while and even got pregnant for him, no other woman had the courage or fortitude to stick with him.

Today, he is back in my matrimonial home to torment me. But I wasn’t going to take it. I have had enough of the nonsense and must stop it. If Joey needed to fuck a woman, he should go to a motel, or better still do it in his car if he hadn’t pawned it yet.

After Jimmy had greeted him and returned to the bedroom, I bore down on him like a smaller hurricane. ‘He needs to go. He should take his woman somewhere else.’

Jimmy, as usual, was ready to defend his brother’s action, or try to make me understand and endure it. ‘He just came in now. Give him time to rest. You don’t even know where he is coming from.’

‘Exactly, we don’t know where he is coming from! And we happen not to be running a sleazy motel where he can come and bed his women!’

‘Take it easy.’

‘I have had enough.’ Truly I had had it up to here. Joey does not respect me, my husband or our marriage. ‘I am going to my friend’s. I will be there as long as Joey is here with a woman. Feel free to enjoy him and his girlfriend scream the house down in throes of passion and then chasing her around the house when she got tired of him bashing her cunt.’

Jimmy shook his head. ‘You are exaggerating. And don’t be unfair to me. He is my older brother and I can’t just throw him out.’

‘So, I should endure him.’

‘You weren’t complaining when you used to feed your eyes from your peephole.’

That shut me up, but not for long. ‘So, you want this to continue.’

‘He is not going to hurt anybody.’

‘The noise and disturbances do bother me in my home. And there is nothing decent about how he parades in and out with different women.’

‘He is not going to disturb us today. I promise you.’ Jimmy artfully dodged talking about the part where his brother brings in different women.

I didn’t want to fight. I didn’t want to be qualified as a nag. That’s the fear of most wives, they refrain from airing their displeasures so they wouldn’t be called a nag. We die inside just to avoid the nag tag.

We turned in later and Jimmy went to bed as soon as his head hit the pillow. I did some reading to sooth my frayed nerves before sleep only for my whole nerves to bunch up tighter at the sound of a loud moan.

‘Yeeeee!’ Joey roared from his room. ‘You will kill me o!’

What sort of nonsense is this?

‘Yeish! Ha! Ye! Give it to me!’

‘What sort of yeye animal is this?’ I asked myself. I shook Jimmy awake. ‘You see your brother?’

He robbed sleep out of his eyes and joined me to hear his brother bring the roof down on our heads because he was fucking in a house that wasn’t his own.

‘We are the only ones allowed to do that,’ I said to Jimmy. ‘This is our home and I don’t even scream loud whenever we have visitors. I control my screaming. And I am the owner of the house. Your brother has no respect for us.’

‘OOOOH!’ another scream interrupted my rant. ‘Ai! Ai! Ai!’

Jimmy was embarrassed. ‘What do I do?’

I got up. ‘I will show you.’ I matched out of our room, banged on Joey’s door and waited for him to open it. When he did, I yelled at him. ‘You are disturbing us.’

He was tying a tiny towel around his waist and a massive erection protruded from underneath his fat stomach. ‘What is your problem? If it is paining you, give your husband, Jimmy what I am enjoying here that is making me shout. Maybe he would stop being miserable and shout for joy once.’

Those words slapped me in the face. I bristled. ‘You call that foolery enjoyment? With this fat stomach of yours, I doubt if any woman will enjoy anything under you. Besides, I only want you to carry your “enjoyment” to the motel. You are disturbing my sleep. Why do you have to come and fuck your women in my house? You need applause? Is that what helps you keep it up?”

His face contorted with anger, nostrils flaring. ‘Don’t insult me.’

‘Just keep it down or leave. If I hear that nonsense screams again, it would be the last time you step into this house.’ I walked away.

‘I don’t blame you,’ he flung at my back, ‘I blame Jimmy that allows you wrap him around your waist.’

I went back to bed and didn’t hear even a drop of pin until morning. In fact before six, Joey had parked his blokos and his woman out of my house. I hope he never returned.

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