MY DAUGHTER MY WIFE (18+)
EPISODE 2
(READER’S DISCRETION ADVISED. DON’T READ IF YOUR PARTNER ISN’T AROUND)
Madonna gave me an ultimatum to marry her or she’d go away with the pregnancy. At first, I was banking of finding her after the baby must have been born to claim my child, but she reminded me before I went to work that whoever pays her bride price will become the father of that child.
I was devastated. I married her mother and she (Madonna) was given to me as a daughter, so I understood perfectly when she said my child in her would become another man’s if I didn’t marry her.
All through my stay in the office today, I couldn’t think of anything else but what Jane, (Madonna’s mother) had roped me into. I thought of how she had made me father three children who are biological children of the man she eventually ran away with, and how the first child, who should have remained a step child that she is to me, ended up getting pregnant for me, and I remained sad for the whole of the day.
I refused to go home at the close of work that day because much to my chagrin, my mind was filled with images of the passionate nights I’ve had with a girl that was said to be traditionally my daughter.
Gbenga my friend had advised that I oblige the girl’s request and marry her officially since we both found ourselves sxxually compatible and we aren’t blลรตd related.
“My guy, I don’t see any problem in this issue. She’s pregnant already, meaning, you will be having your first biological child with her. Now, her.mother already deserted you, and el0ped with her boyfriend, the one she continued dating while she remained in your house as your wife, resulting in the birth of two more children, that aren’t biologically yours.
“Forget that, they’re traditionally yours sh!t, Madonna isn’t your daughter. You like her in bed, and she’s old enough to make a wife. Marry her, my guy!” He had told me, but Chuks my colleague had said it was a taboo.
“Whether she is biologically yours or not, that girl is your daughter. It is wrong to see her as anything less. Besides, how were you able to find time to impregnate her when your unavailability in the other room is the reason her mother abandoned the marriage?” Chuks had said.
So I made up my mind. If I was able to impregnate her, it means I can impregnate someone else. I decided I would stay away until very late in the night, and leave very early the next day.
She would get upset and go away with the pregnancy. “Anyone who marries her, can go ahead and inherit the child, but I have to control my desire for her” I told myself.
When I got home that night, every where was dark and quiet, and I happily sneaked into my room to sleep. The last thing I wanted was to draw her attention by switching on the light, so I maneuvered to my bedside, undressed and lay down to sleep.
I had barely laid on the bed when I began to dream. Or wasn’t it a dream? A hand was massaging my propagator, sending electrifying currents all over my body. It was a euphoric experience I didn’t want to stop in this lifetime.
“Is this really a dream? Why does it feel so real? Why does it feel like I am having an erecti0n? Is that her smell?” I wondered as the reality of what was going on began to dawn on me.
I clicked the switch besides my bed, and light flooded the room, making me see Madonna in all her fullness and beauty, totally unclad and toying with my already throbbing manness.
“Stop this Madonna, don’t touch it again” I murmured in what should have been an order
“Okay” she said, lifting her two hands up in the air, and just when I thought she was going to back off, she bent over me, her mouth covering my entire length in one full swoop, causing me to shudder shamelessly.
I was gone, and so far gone into a realm I never knew existed. “What is happening to me? I have decided to put an end to this. Why am I letting her do this again?” I asked myself as I lay helpessly before my daughter, while her tongue did unimaginable things to me.
When I realized I was getting pulled totally away from earthly realms, I turned around, and found her pushing me to the brinks. She was already firmly positioned above me, riding the living daylight out of me.
“Madonna, please will you marry me? Will you be mine had remain mine forever?” I found myself asking her some minutes later. A proposal I made with the ring she brought out from my bedside
How she knew I was going to do what she wanted, and why she had to get the engagement ring before I returned, I cannot tell, but while I prepared for work this morning, after another leg of yet another interesting tournament, I made up my mind to let Chuks know that I’m old enough to make decisions for myself.
Or what do you think? Should I have told her off this morning after the heat of what she did to me yesterday made me propose to her? Would it be right to stop the marriage plans that she had already set in motion now?
I’ve been thinking, I love this girl as a woman, and not as a daughter. She makes me happy in bed and for all my days as a young man, I’ve never had someone as sxxually active and compelling as Madonna.
Should I forget about what the society would say and pursue my happiness? Or do you think I’m doing something I’ll regret later? Please advise me ๐
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