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Episode 1
Winifredâs POV (Point of view)
My family painted the town red on my wedding day. My wedding was on every lip. I was the talk of the town. Every girl out there envied me and I couldnât be more proud. My husband was God-sent and I wouldnât have wanted another husband beside him in my next life. I was so overjoyed. Being a virgin, I had married my husband and he was so proud that I could abstain from s*x in such a generation. I had seen so much admiration in his eyes after he had deflowered me and I was glad that I had waited this long for the right person.
Well, my nightmare began when his company decided to take him from me and tear down my marriage. Having been given a good promotion, he had been asked to relocate to Canada to oversee the affairs of the branch over there. He told me that plans to help move his family over there would only be valid after five years which meant that I was stuck in Nigeria.
I cried like a child and couldnât be consoled. I just couldnât bear the thought of not being with my husband or being able to see him everyday. Even though he promised to call frequently and communicate through Skype, I knew that no video call could replace having to see him physically. I wanted to touch him, kiss him and embrace him but now, that wouldnât be possible anymore even though he promised to visit every six months.
On the day he was set to go, his mother and I accompanied him to the airport. I cried from the house to the airport in the car and when it was time for him to board the plane which was soon to depart, he hugged me but I just wouldnât let go. His mother who had come with us had to tear me away from him so that he wouldnât miss his flight. Forgetting my first class certificate and my pride and dignity, I crumbled to the floor and wept and passers-by couldnât help but give me curious and puzzled looks.
I know it was embarrassing for my mother-in-law but she soon joined me in shedding tears. After much consoling and after watching the plane my husband had boarded, take off, I reluctantly agreed to go home. I couldnât eat. I couldnât sleep. I was the definition of restless. Even my favourite TV program felt blank and I was disinterested in it. All I wanted was my husband. Mother-in-law stayed with me for two days but soon had to go back to her base to take care of her business and I was left all by myself in the apartment.
Although, we were rich but we still lived in a rented apartment of four bedrooms flat because of our duplex was still under construction. My husband called me with an international number two days after he arrived his destination, and immediately I heard his voice, I started to cry again. He comforted me, called me a lot of pet names, made a thousand promises and that seemed to help me pull myself together.
Well, my problem started a few weeks after my husband travelled. I didnât miss the cuddles and snuggling anymore because I now had a bigger problem before me, and that was s*x. I was starved of it. My husband had deflowered me and left me hungry for it and at this early stage of not having any sexu@l satisfaction, I soon became frustrated and disoriented. Whenever I saw a movie and two people were kissing in it, my l0in moistened up immediately. Watching Game of Thrones was not easy at all, with all the characters going at it like it was part of their daily obligations.
I didnât know what to do. I could not masturb@te because it just wasnât my thing and I had no one to discuss it with besides my friends, Patricia and Amarachi. They were both married but like me, their husbands were always away for one reason or the other and I wondered how they managed to hold their bodies and deal with their sexual cravings.
When I explained my plight to them, they both burst into laughter and high-fived each other with knowing smiles and I wondered what both women were hiding from me. They were wives of wealthy men and had almost everything money could buy except the attention of their husbands. I tried to coerce them into telling me what their secrets were but Amarachi only shook her head and said before she sipped her glass of chadonnay âYou will not understand, Winifred.â She told me.
Almost a fortnight later, I discovered Patriciaâs secret myself……….
