LET'S K.I.S.S (KEEP IT SHORT & SIMPLE) - CHAPTER 1

‘My dear, sorry about what happened all these…’ a sympathizer came to say to the woman who husband was resting on the chair opposite hers, in the parlor.

Nneka kept quiet and shook her head as tears filled her eyes as she rubbed her bulging stomach ‘Just when we got what we were looking for!’ Nneka cried as she was comforted glad that her husband wasn’t killed but shocked by how close it was to him losing his life.

Emeka was a traditionalist but followed his wife’s lead in the matter of getting a child, not a caring husband but to cover his own plans to sort out his childlessness. His people had suggested getting a second wife, but the man insisted on first ensuring that his seed was planted in any potential candidates. And despite sleeping with various women during his visits to the village, none ever got pregnant.

He was on the phone that fateful day, speaking in his native dialect to his friend ‘I have told you, I have to be sure she’s fertile before someone brings their pregnant side chick to me under the guise of a second wife.’

‘Hold on, someone is at the door,’ Emeka said as he went to open the door, it was Murjan, the Fulani woman that made his wives hair, the woman greeted him in broken English and the man barely responded having a personal animus with the tribe she was from, ‘it’s my wives’ hairdresser.’ Emeka said to his friend.

‘That Fulani…’ the caller said, ‘Yes O! I have told Nneka if she can’t find another person to make her hair.’ Emeka replied.

‘Of course! She has to be careful with these people.’ The caller continued, ‘anyway, so you want to first impregnate the woman before marrying her?’ the caller asked, Emeka nodded his head in agreement.

Emeka turned to the woman who seated on the floor, humbly, arranging the hairs to be used for the plaiting ‘if not that the woman making your hair is a Fulani woman,’ the caller said, ‘you would have fucked her and pour your sperm inside her to see if she takes in.’ The caller said laughing.

Emeka rebuked the caller for even suggesting that he would descend so long, especially with his view concerning the people from the woman’s tribe, the caller apologized and ended the call in a cheerful note. Emeka approached the woman seated on the floor ‘Murjan, you actually brought hair?,’ Murjan looked up ‘Oga, if I no bring hair come your house, e go look suspicious, so I gats do like say I dey come make your wife hair.’

‘Sharp babe! I dun dey wait to fuck this your pussy,’ Emeka said pulling the shorter, light skinned woman in for a smooch in the parlor, ‘abeg I wan fuck raw, I will increase your money.’ He pleaded; ‘how much you go add?’ Murjan asked as she felt the mans cock push in-between her butt-cheeks while she was still dressed, ‘I will add another 50, to make it 100K.’ the horny man replied.

‘Okay, but you no go release inside me, Abdul no dey around.’ Murjan warned, Emeka simply nodded his head as he led the petite Fulani woman to the slaughterhouse of the bedroom.

Forty minutes later.

Nneka stood outside knocking the door, and calling her husbands line but to no avail and so she walked around the bungalow only to hear soft moans and deep groans from the guest-room.

Fondling Murjan’s breasts and her light pink nipples, Emeka used his free hand to rub her clit surrounded her pubic hair, each time sliding a finger into her pussy to check for wetness. And when she was considerably wet, the man mounted the light-skinned woman and pushed his cock in-between her vaginal opening as she moaned, raising her legs being covered up by the huger man as her smaller frame disappeared underneath him.

Nneka watched in shock as Emeka fucked Murjan lustfully on the bed in the guestroom, he had never missed an opportunity to badmouth her tribe but he was ramming his cock deep inside the woman’s pussy, ‘was he so desperate to have a child,’ Nneka said to herself as tears welled in her eyes, ‘No! I go cum inside you!’ Emeka declared, ‘No O! Abdul travel, he no go come back soon, he go know say I fuck another man! Oga I take God beg you, no release inside me, abeg, I no wan fuck again, I no wan your money again, abeg comot your prick, abeg no release inside me!’ Murjan screamed but she was silenced by the loud music from the speakers.

Nneka froze as she realized the woman underneath her husband was Murjan.

‘You dey craze, I go give you belle O!’ Emeka boasted driven by sweet sensation of the tight yet slippery pussy he was thrusting, as he groaned signaling that his cum was coming, his balls squeezed as its contents spewed onto the bare walls of Murjan’s vagina as he pulled out of her, his cock still hard ‘make we go another round, my prick still dey hard.’ Emeka said to the woman who was squatting over the carpet in the vain attempt to get all of his semen out of her pussy.

Emeka was still offering Murjan the money in the parlor as she packed her things, when Nneka came in, and they immediately froze – none having a justification for why they were home alone with each other.

A few months later, Murjan’s belly bump couldn’t be hidden no more and rumors began to swirl that one of the many men in the estate or outside had impregnated her, at about the same time, Nneka’s baby bump was also visible.

Emeka didn’t know what hit him, as he went for his Morning jog, he called out Abdul’s name assuming the cuckold husband had found out that he had fucked his petite light-skinned Fulani wife yet none answered him.

Emeka was still recovering when Nneka wishing to brighten an already dark situation, informed him that the Good Lord had answered their prayers – they were going to be parents.

And when she left, the man with one broken arm, began to sob as he made his way to his briefcase and removed the medical report, he had gotten a year ago and read its contents.

“Test Result: Impotent”

The End.