Naughty wife’s diary: Sweet vengeance

I had a plan formulating in my brain. How to get across to Philo and get back at Joey for all the days he tormented me in the past.

I watched him throw his weight around in the house with his new fiancée. It was sickening to know that this old man still thought playing women favoured him. He’s going to find out the hard way that it never pays fucking with some people.

He showed off his latest mugu. This one could be for keeps. His mugu for life. Getting married to a jerk doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take you for a ride. It only means you’ve signed in for his shit for life. He would use you for a longer period. Any woman getting into marriage with Joey should be prepared to bear the brunt. He would cheat on her, lie her to death and even live on her income. He is too lazy to keep down any serious job.

As I passed the sitting room, he chose that moment to lock lips with his woman. She sneaked me an embarrassed look, tried in futility to wriggle out of the kiss. Poor her; a mouse in the grips of an old fox.

‘What is wrong?’ he asked her. ‘You have beautiful lips I could kiss all day.’

I rolled my eyes. I was in the kitchen then, preparing dinner for my husband. I’ve decided to skip eating anything. I have to watch my weight even though I was as hungry as a junkie.

‘Wait…stop…n..no,’ I heard Joey’s fiancée protesting in hushes. He must be grabbing her boobs or crutch. The old lecher wouldn’t mind boning her right there on that couch just to spite me.

This African culture of respect your senior is not right some times. Some elders need to be slapped soundly or tongue-lashed often.

I warmed beans, fried some plantain and set the dish on the table along with iced water. I refused to acknowledge the people on the couch. Straight-faced, I walked past them to announce dinner to my husband. He came out to the dining table and I sat beside him to chat.

Joey’s fiancée excused herself quickly, her face red and her clothes rumpled. Right there I resolved to go on with my plan. If nothing else, I needed to save this dove from this beast. I am that kind.

I stayed up to clean the kitchen and make stew for the next morning. I planned to leave early for Central Area to meet with a business partner who called me two days ago to book an appointment. Their offices needed a supply of stationeries and the money was okay.

As I sat on the dining table, slicing fresh tomatoes and thinking my thoughts, I heard a door flew open and someone ran out of a room, grumbling and another begging or apologising.

It was Joey begging or dragging his running fiancée back to his room. He must have flogged her senseless and she was running to save her thing.

She ran into the parlour and threw herself on the settee, arms crossed over her breasts. She was half-naked – a slip of blouse scarcely covering her hips. She saw me and was shocked. She didn’t expect me to still be up and out there. But it was too late for her to go back. Besides, I’m sure she’ll rather face this embarrassment than allow that beast maul her further.

Joey came into the parlour, saw me and almost went back, but continued to where his run-away woman was sitting. What has he done to her?

If he screwed her the way he did Philo, this lily would not last a minute. Philo was a champ, she took all he gave her bravely.

‘Come, let’s go in,’ Joey was begging his woman. What is her name sef?

She shook her head. ‘I am tired. I can’t take it anymore. Ah-ah. No! Just leave me alone.’

‘Okay, I will be gentle this time,’ he promised.

‘No! I don’t even want again.’

I almost burst out with laughter. Ajebutter don jam Ajekpako prick, come hala. So, she thought he was going to romance her evergreen for her. If she planned to marry this guy, she had better go and reinforce her vagina.

He finally cajoled her back to the room. What would I not give to be a fly on the wall? Or should I go and hang at my usual spot and steal a peek? This was too hot to miss.

The devil pushed me again. I got up before I could stop myself and made to the backyard, behind Joey’s window where I had a peephole. I plastered my eye there and what I saw almost toppled me over.

The silverback gorilla, my brother-in-law, was standing over this wilting lily of a woman he called his fiancée, pointing his dangerously erect zubra her. She was lying halfway on the bed, as if she had a huge boil on her ass and eyeing his meat.

He leaned over to spread her laps for him to step in-between. She slapped his hand away. ‘Wait! Leave me alone!’

‘Okay,’ he obeyed, ‘if you cannot take it like this, turn your back, it will be easier if I take you from the back.’

She shook her head. She shook her head again, confused. Adjusting and re-adjusting, trying to see which better way to take what was waiting for her. No be she wan marry?

Like a hungry jaguar, Joey pounced on her. Threw her facedown on the bed and poled her from behind. Her surprised shout was cut off by his hand slapped over her mouth. He was fast and brutal, slamming her in and out like a frigging piston, her yells muffled on the bed.

I was so shocked I ran off. What did I just see? Technical rape. I was shaking as I went to the kitchen to complete my cooking, went to bed and replayed what I just saw.

Thursday

How do I get Philo’s number? I never had it, because I despised her when she lived with us. But now, I needed to get across to her and lure her to the house. I was sure Joey never told her he was marrying someone else.

After what I saw last night, it was imperative I locate Philo. Then I remembered she was friends with the hair dresser I also use. I quickly went there and collected Philo’s number from the lady and called her. Philo’s friend picked instead.

‘She is in the bathroom,’ was the answer.

‘I need to see her urgently…please your address.’

The lady must be drunk this early morning, for she reeled out her address without an iota of suspicion. I drove down there and knocked at the door, no one answered. I opened the door, walked into the sitting room and saw a lady dozing on the couch, her leg hung on top of the cushion. A bottle of brandy flat on the floor. She must be the one that received the call.

‘Helloooo,’ I tried to wake her, but no reasonable response came from her apart from grunting and sighing. But someone else was in the inner room. That must be Philo.

I braced myself to meet her. I walked over to the door and saw my ‘friend’ kneeling on the floor, her head between a man’s thighs. The man saw me. I retraced my steps. Left the house and waited in my car across the street from their house.

I later saw the man leave, with a satisfied smirk on his face. The idiot’s wedding ring flashing on his finger. He entered his car and zoomed off. I picked my phone and called Philo.

She didn’t recognise my voice. Now, to think of it, thank God I didn’t talk to her face to face, what if she told Joey I go her to the house and he tells my husband?. This girl cannot be trusted.

‘Joey just returned from abroad and he asked me to contact you. Come to the house o. Oh, I am his sister. He told me you were his fiancée. So, I’d like to see you and your baby bump.’

She squealed with delight. I drove off.

Couple of hours later, Philo tore into our house. I had left the door wide open. She flew to Joey’s bedroom, shouting his name with excitement. What she met in the room sent her issuing a different kind of scream. Joey was expectedly still naked and in bed with his penis-raggled new fiancée.

Katakata burst o. I took front row to watch the bout. Jimmy wasn’t around. So, I enjoyed the scene thoroughly. The only person I felt sorry for, was the new fiancée who was packing her things in tears. She refused to forgive Joey.

Eiyaahh! But it was better for her. She only had to suffer one night of him. Better than suffering a long time with him.

Anyway, Philo is back and refused to budge. Joey is trapped and frazzled. For the first time I knew him, I was the tormentor.

On Sunday, I and Joey went to church. Do you know who I saw on the front pew? The man Philo was sucking off in her room the other day. And beside him, was his wife, our women’s group leader. Well, the full gist next time.

See you next week on Ripples…have a …filled weekend!

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