MY SPIRITUAL WIFE
EPISODE 7
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“Cheer up, Paul. You’ll be fine. Your business is mine to handle. Whoever dares you, have dared me and trust me when I say that they won’t know what hit them. They don’t have the slightest of ideas of what they are getting themselves into.” Oluchi said with so much conviction, still with the smirk splattered all over her face.
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Oluchi said that my step mother was going to be taught a lesson.
“She needs to be taught a lesson, Paul. That woman needs to understand that she is a role model and as such, ought to teach; bring up her children in the right way; in the way that they should go, so that when they grow up, departing from it would naturally be difficult for them. Ireti has to learn. She has to learn never to mess with my husband ever again. It is on this note, that I shall make an example out of Helen”. Oluchi concluded, now with a very straight face.
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I simply sat mute the whole time, listening, as Oluchi went on and on with what sounded like a very well rehearsed speech to me.
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I affirmed everything she said, even though I had no idea what she was actually talking about.
The fact that I had someone to confide in; someone that gives me food where my step mother had made it a taboo for me to eat, was more than enough succor for me, at that moment.
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Oluchi suggested that we go over to “Our Mother’s” house.
Apparently, “violence” turns her on.
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We were in “our mother’s” compound; in our allocated room within a twinkle of an eye.
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The second we appeared in our room, Oluchi began to devour my lips as though a very hungry lioness.
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Oluchi let go of my lips momentarily; took my right hand and placed it on the left “bulb”, hanging firmly on her chest.
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Oluchi’s “bulbs” hung proudly. They were succulent; very succulent.
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I squeezed on Oluchi’s “bulb” joyfully for a second or so, then nibbled on its “pointed knuckle” for as long as Oluchi let me.
With my other free hand, I reached for Oluchi’s right “bulb”.
The feelings that came with having both bulbs in my hand at that very moment was priceless. I felt as though I was floating; my head was spinning; constantly expanding in size out of excitement.
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“Would you please, kiss me?” Oluchi asked, with a voice, the most soothing to the ears.
I had no reason to decline Oluchi’s request.
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Our lips met.
Our tongues began to wrestle.
I was doing what I’d assumed was an incredible job, hoping that I was impressing Oluchi until she broke the kiss and said “slow down, Paul, I am not going anywhere.”
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Oluchi resumed kissing me again.
When Oluchi was probably satisfied with my kissing, she led me down to her “pointed knuckles”.
I eagerly sucked and licked at them, enjoying the larger area to explore, encouraged by Oluchi’s sighs.
I clamped down Oluchi’s “pointed knuckles” lightly with my teeth, flicking my tongue around and over, listening, as she moaned with pleasure.
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I felt Oluchi’s hands roaming my body, making its way down to my pants, then over my pants, feeling the length of my joystick.
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“Sit back. Let me see.” Oluchi commanded.
Without hesitation, I sat back on the bed, as Oluchi unhooked my pants and let them slide down my legs.
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My joystick, now free, stuck straight out.
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“Now, let me relieve what I know is hiding in here.” Oluchi said, as she cupped my balls, rolling them in her hand. “Mmm, feels like a lot.”
I moaned out loud when Oluchi bent over and sucked the head of my joystick into her mouth.
Two seconds later, Oluchi suddenly popped it out.
Apparently, I’d poured my “gum” inside Oluchi’s mouth earlier than she’d have wanted.
I woke up almost immediately after.
“Ha! The devil is liar. Paul! You urinated on my bed again?”
To be continued…
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