MY Husband is 18years older than me, although this has never
really bothered me; the sudden appearance of his only son from his first
marriage is making me tired and scared of remaining in this marriage. I first met
Dr. Dickson in a Ghanaian hospital where my mum was admitted for cancer
treatment 4years ago. By the summer of 2012, we met again at a function in Eko
hotel and suits where he was a guest speaker and I was there to cover the story
for the news agency where I worked. We exchanged pleasantries and had little
conversation in which we also exchanged phone numbers. He kept calling and soon
became a regular visitor to our home and finally took me by surprise when he
asked me to marry Him, exactly 9months after we met in Eko Hotel.
At first I said no, but after much persistence and kindness
from him, I started falling in love and finally said yes to his proposal, we
got married by September the next year and it was indeed my dream wedding. It
was covered by Ovation and witnessed by top politicians and celebrities in
Nigeria and Ghana. Although I had known he had a son from his first marriage, I
never knew how big or old he is, as I hadn’t seen him until last two months
when he flew in from Austria to attend our first year’s anniversary and also
get to meet me for the first time.
Meeting Kelvin for the first time was just normal and
causal; we had gone with Dickson to pick
him up from the airport. I took him as my son and that was how I had wanted the
relationship to remain. Kelvin’s attitude
towards me started changing the day Dickson mistakenly mentioned my age, I saw
the look on his face and ever since then he became more calm and kind towards
me. At first I ignored but soon he started acting like he was His father. He
would not eat until I eat with Him and would make sure I don’t complain of
anything. The nature of his father’s work keeps him away from home for weeks
especially when he is invited by a hospital in another country. On the 5th
of October we were on our way to Ay’s show when suddenly we had a flat tire around
Chevron, Kelvin suggested we cool off somewhere and I suggested place in Chevy view
drive where I used visit with my friends. While there he sat very close to me
and soon I was resting on his laps with my head, I felt his hand stroking my
hair and shortly he was cuddling my shoulders and neck, I could not say a word
as I did not want him to feel embarrassed but luckily he suddenly adjusted my
head and stood up, at last I was ok but for only few seconds as he asked me to
dance with Him, I could not say no and soon we were into each other’s bosom. While
dancing He suddenly grew hard and I could feel his Organ robbing on me, He
looked into my eyes as if to ask for my permission, I stared back in confusion,
He brought his lips close to mine and attempted to kiss me and I was surprise
when I resisted Him cause that was all I needed as I haven’t kissed my husband
in days. I demanded we go home and he accepted, so we called a mechanic, took a
taxi and went home, a decision I later regretted….
Getting home, I decided to stay away from him, so I went
straight to my room to take a nap. Few seconds later, I heard a knock on the
door, it was Kelvin holding two glass cups of win with a bare chest and a slim
fit pair of pants. He stood in front of me staring straight into my eyes and I
felt my heart pounding, he offered me a cup, I said no but the next second He
was feeding me. He touched my hair and stroked it while he sat on the bed, I
smiled and ask him if He was hungry and again He shocked me with his response “
Spending time with you is like food already” I smiled and rose up to take him
to the sitting room at least to reduce the tension but that was a wrong
decision, I forgot I was just wearing a robe and his stern stare on my chest reminded
me that I was with no bras, He held my hand and asked yet another sensitive
question “when was the last time you spent time with daddy”? I pretended to be
angry and interrogated him for such a silly question but he just smiled as usual
and drew me closer to himself, I felt my nipples getting hard as my breast touched
his chest, He hugged me and whispered that he was hungry into my ears. Hungry for
what I asked smiling expecting him to be bold and just say it out, and there
the words came, “I want to eat boiled yams and egg sauce”. What! Couldn’t
believe that was it, but then again I have been saved cause I was really in the
mood. Quickly, I rushed out of the room to the kitchen to prepare food. Few minutes
later……. To be continued
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