My Wedding Night

“What do you think?” I asked, trying to find the answers myself.      

“There are lots of loose ends. There are lots of dots, but I can't seem to connect them. There is a missing piece of this whole puzzle, once I find it, I can solve the puzzle.” He said.      

I looked at him, once again, not understanding the parables.       

“What if there is nothing to it? What if this whole set up is all about the half a million naira?” I asked him.      

He looked at me with fury in his eyes, like he wanted to slap my face.      

“Did you not see her dad?” He asked and I nodded.      

“Does Sonia look like she needs that money?” He asked.      

“Maybe she's doing it because of me, because I need the money.” I replied. He shook his head like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.      

“This wedding reception alone cost her more than her share of that money.” He said.      

At that point, the argument of sonia and her manager seemed to had escalated. Sonia was almost begging the man. The ugly one motioned to me that we should proceed to their direction.      

“Be nice and ask what the problem was.” He said as we approached them.      

They halted their argument and looked towards us as we approached, like they just realized where they were.    

 “Hi honey, are you ok?” I asked as I got to her side and crossed my hands over her shoulders.      

“Good day sir, and thanks for the cash donation.” I said to the etisalat manager when Sonia was still trying to find her tongue.      

The manager was obviously uncomfortable with my intrusion, like I had interrupted a very important discussion. He managed to smile back at me.      

“You're welcome.” He said.      

That was my first time of having a closer look at him. I had seen him few times, in the dark at camp, in pictures transferred from Sonia's phone and when he was few meters away from me at the etisalat office. Now, I had a full view of the man and I could see reasons why she fell for him in the first place. He was dark in a sexy way, with thin lips and bright eyes. He was hairy and dark hairs adorn his face and neck. He looked younger than his real age, and well kept.      

“We were just discussing about my leave.” Sonia announced as it started getting awkward.      

“Ahh, yes, yes, she was asking for 2 months leave, but we only grant 3 weeks at the office.” He said almost immediately, as if to collaborate with Sonia's comment.      

“I guess you guys will have to sort that out later, right now, I need to dance with my bride.” I said with a smile and left with Sonia. She kept staring over her shoulders as we went back to the centre of the ground to dance.      

We danced for a few minutes as the etisalat manager stayed back to watch us. Each time I turned and saw him, it was as if he was really uncomfortable seeing her with me.      

Few minutes later, he had disappeared, and few more minutes, Sonia said she was tired and needed to change to something lighter.      

I couldn't see her again, even after two hours.      

When she returned, mike, his girlfriend, the ugly one and I had returned to our hotel. She met us there and explained that she had to stay with her parents for some discussion.      

Sonia took me to a new hotel room which she claimed she reserved for the special wedding night.      

I already had plans. There were lots of things I needed to discuss with her and spending the night with her will provide the chance for such discussion. After showering, I lay on the bed and waited for her. I arranged the issues to discuss with her when she leaves the bathroom.      

First, I wanted to know why she kept me in the dark on the details of the wedding. Why I wasn't informed of the supposed reception after the court session.      

Then I was going to ask where she disappeared to, and the real reason why her boss was upset with her.       

I had lots of questions in my mind which I was prepared to ask her, but as she stepped out of the bathroom, dripping wet with water, tying the towel across her b'rea'st and smelling of sweet fragrance, all I could think about was sex.      

It’s your wedding night, enjoy it! Said that same voice in my mind.      I

 did enjoy the wedding night. . .

She smiled when she saw the look on my face, like she had expected it so. She was looking irresistible, with the towel tied across her chest and dripping wet with water. She stood in front of the mirror, toweling herself dry, applying some night cream and arranging her hair.  I couldn't help but notice the new sexy shape she had developed over the six months of service. She had put on some weight at specific places: hips, br'ea'st and a little on her tommy. She was glowing and her hair shone brighter.      

She went to her bag and got her nightie. She held it in her hands like she was contemplating if to wear it or not. Later, she decided not to, dropped it on the floor and joined me on the bed.      

“Finally!” I said. “I thought you were going to keep me waiting forever.”       

She smiled as she joined me on the bed, fixing herself perfectly between my legs and resting her head on my chest. The weight on my body was much, but I endured it.      

“There's no need for rush or hurry, we are married now.” She said as she kept smiling. I didn't want to read meaning into what she said, I took it as a sarcasm and no need to read more meaning to it.      

“You look more pretty.” I said as I bent over and kissed her lips. We kissed each other passionately for a long time; sucking on each other's lips and tongue. I proceeded to tease her nippple with my tongue and ran my hand down the bre'astt, caressing it in the process. The bre'ast felt more tender and bigger, in a sexy way. 

The soft and tender feel of the br'ae'st was giving me a hard-on as my hard d'ikkk pushed against the walls of her tommy. I turned her over and sucked the more. She ran her hand expertly across my back, hips, a'rse and laps. 

The feel of her touch made me hungry for more of her. I teased her nippple, tommy and laps with my tongue, caressing her simultaneously with my hands. “Hmmm.” She moaned softly.       

Her strong feminine smell enveloped the room, stronger than ever. I reached for my wallet and got my condom. She acted like she wasn't comfortable with it.      

“What's the problem?” I asked after wearing the condom.      

“I don't think you need those anymore.” She said after much hesitation.      

Well, she was still Sonia and nothing has changed, except the new arrangement which we had, purposely for the cash. So why wouldn't I protect myself. Meanwhile, the ugly one had hinted on the possibility of her still dating the etisalat manager.      

The testosterone filled in my blood stream was still active, my d'kkk was still throbbing for action so I had no strength to argue with her. I just told her I had my reasons. Then patted her legs and thrust into her veegee.       

It was wet, warm and welcoming. I rode her gently at first, filling her up and moving with the tide, monitoring the tempo of her response to my thrust, withdrawing after moving the hips round her veegee only to thrust in harder again. She moaned softly, holding me tight against her body as I rode her.      

When the tempo got high and I started thumping her harder, she started feeling uncomfortable as she tried to move her hips and laps in such a way to avoid me going too deep into her. She moved her hand against my belly, trying to resist my thrust against her. I was far gone to care as I thumped into her and felt the full grasp of her veegee on my dkkk and felt her cli.max. I came afterwards and we lay in each other's arm.      

I stroke her tender bosoms and caressed her laps thereafter. She ran her hand through my chest as she tried hard to catch her breath.  Moments later, I was hard again and wanted more of her. She suggested we try out another style. She took the initiative, lay on her side backing me, she raised one of her legs and I went in through the back. It seems she was more comfortable with this spoon style as I thumped into her. 

I patted the big a'rse with my hand to create more entrance for my d'kk. Moments later, she was clutching on and dragging the bedsheet, clunging hard on the pillows and moaning loudly as she clim.axed again. Then she bent and knelt on the bed and we tried out a more robust style as I thumped her from behind. By the time we were through that night, we both were exhausted and all my mind could think of was sleep. I knew there were lots of things to discuss; I just couldn't garner the energy for that.  

We slept off clutching on each other. I felt I heard something like “goodnight honey” from her. Then another like “this is going to be a blissful marriage.” But I was too far exhausted to comprehend or reply. My brain had shut down, and I slept off.     

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