A True Story

An ex girlfriend of mine got married.

She found someone with better prospects who was ready to settle down and decided she would not let me waste her time anymore since most of her friends were, and her junior sister was planning to get, married.

During our time together one thing I can say about her is that she is an undiluted freak.

Sexually liberated and a master of her own carnal desires.

She is also a God Fearing submissive woman from a good home.

Her husband however, belonged to the 40 second or 30 stroke, whichever comes first, club.

Other than that he was a caring, God Fearing provider from a Good home.

When they initially got married she was devastatingly dissatisfied with her marital sex life.

She would call me up at odd times complaining of how _horny_ she was, filling my eardrums with too much embarrassing information for an ex boyfriend to hear, and reminiscing of our past escapades.

Being the self worshipping, immoral, non God fearing Atheist that I am, I immediately feared for my life, misdirected her sexual energy, and sent her detailed text messages on why she should stay faithful to her husband just in case he ever went through her phone.

You know guys who can't fück are the most insecure.

I reminded her that even in our time together, we would sometimes complement "deliverance" sessions with toys. Of which I was well aware that she possessed a small collection.

She then proceeded to explain to me how ever since she got married, she had relegated her dildo_ collection to an unused guest room in her house because she wanted to maintain the "sanctity" of her marriage, as advised by some prophet or the other.

Being the "Man Of God" that I am, I called out this false prophecy and instructed her to seek out her pleasure box (literally and figuratively) and return it to it's rightful place of prominence in her home.

She did so. But covertly.

So began a pattern where, after making love to her husband, she would sneak off to the unused guest room and call on "Mr. Roboto" to finish the job her hubby started. All this while her husband lay oblivious, passed out in their matrimonial bed.

At this point I decided I had contributed my little quota to humanity and separated myself as much as I could from the whole situation.

The calls reduced, years went by, I assumed the situation remained at a stalemate the way I left it.

But nothing stays the same forever.

I bumped into my ex recently. Coincidentally, and we got talking.

One thing led to another. She was in my city for work and we ended up having dinner and going clubbing. We hit it off almost as if we had never been apart and had a nice time with one small difference.

There was no sexual energy in-between us.

We were both content to just have a good time with no potential sexual tension muddying up the connection.

This is not usual for me as sexual energy between me and all my exes is strong and only dissipates with emotional trauma.

For this reason I usually avoid my exes.

I fear for my life too much to sleep with another man's wife and I wouldn't want to leave anyone high and dry.

But for her...

Anytime any sexual innuendo would arise as it is sure to do on a good night out, she would associate it with her husband and remark how much she missed him or something to that effect.

Was it the same guy?

What was going on?

I had to know.

After a few more drinks she told me.

She had continued with her sexual coping mechanism as I had instructed her. Hiding away to masturbate after her husbands customary 30 strokes put him into a cum induced coma. This had continued for almost a year until something happened.

She got careless.

She got caught.

On that faithful day, after rolling her husbands unconscious body off her, she went into her pleasure room to finish herself off. On that day however her husband had probably pushed himself up to 34 strokes. Subsequently he was woken up by acute dehydration and stumbled out of bed in search of water.

He only had to step outside his matrimonial bedroom door to hear the sound of his wife's voice. But not in any tones he had heard before. The sounds he was hearing were not from a good home. They were guttural, primal, animalistic vocalizations. He initially thought someone was watching a Indecency at maximum volume. Then he thought, could his wife be cheating?

A lot of thoughts raced through his mind as he opened the unlocked guest room door. Then he saw her.

His God Fearing, submissive, soft spoken wife from a good home. Legs spread wide open quivering in mid-air, a possessed look on her unrecognizable face as her eyes rolled back into her skull, strange sounds bellowing from the depths of her soul, a fat dildo_ up her pusssy.

I wasn't there but pardon me my poetic license, I'm in the spirit.

Mary mother of God becomes The LovePeddler of Babylon.

She realized he was watching midway through the act but was too far gone to stop. She possessed only enough cognition to gesture him not to interrupt as she completed becoming the woman she was born to be.

A few minutes later they sat across from each other in the living room and all was laid bare.

The resolution?

Her husband is now her _sex toy_ supplier.

He is a frequent traveler and anywhere he visits he always purchases some special toys for his wife.

Different shapes.

Different sizes.

Different functions.

He can't wait to get back and his wife can't either.

He's up to 38 strokes now but that doesn't matter. His toy game is international standard and his wife has never been more sexually satisfied in her life.

Except for that brief period she dated Emceecee.

They have two kids now and when we met I can testify that she had the carriage and confidence of a well bleeped woman.

Moral of the story?

If you like be waiting for Emceecee because I lay the best dick in the world. You'll die single.

Better find a guy and train him in the way he should grow.

Gorilla Mode.

Ishilove:
This is in no way a nod of approval to intimacy gadgets. I just thought the story hilarious

GloriousGbola:


do you think the demand for intimacy gadgets is not directly tied to unresolved unsatisfactory performance?

and a desire to manage that within the confines of the marriage ?

Ishilove:

I have no idea. I'd rather burn in passion than use 'Mr Roboto'.

GloriousGbola:


Hmmm.

Hmmm.

Hmm m.

May we not meet one minute men to test our resolve

A lot of thoughts raced through his mind as he opened the unlocked guest room door. Then he saw her.

His God Fearing, submissive, soft spoken wife from a good home. Legs spread wide open quivering in mid-air, a possessed look on her unrecognizable face as her eyes rolled back into her skull, strange sounds bellowing from the depths of her soul, a fat dildo_ up her pusssy.

lordchiz:
Make I first catch my wife...she go knw!
Just that I can bang for almost 25mins straight...most especially the second round

armadeo:
Ishi!!!!!! You don start again.


Well different strokes for different folks. Truth be told many women are shy to expose their animalistic tendencies to their husbands for fear of being labelled spoilt, unless the partner was part of the game prior to marriage.

Twoclans:


Guy it is not about banging for one hour straight .Are you hitting the right spots .The spots and frequency Roborobo will get to can a man get there.

lordchiz:
Make I first catch my wife...she go knw!
Just that I can bang for almost 25mins straight...most especially the second round

HiideaConsole:


That's the truth

Only this time I mean bed strokes

I saw what you did there comrade

armadeo:
Ishi!!!!!! You don start again.


Well different strokes for different folks. Truth be told many women are shy to expose their animalistic tendencies to their husbands for fear of being labelled spoilt, unless the partner was part of the game prior to marriage.

Ishilove:

25 minutes..kuku kill her

Ishilove:

You need to sanctify your mind. I read it as different strokes...normal strokes.

HiideaConsole:


Lol

Ishilove, why so uptight

It's just a play on words, that's all

Lol

Ishilove and sanctification of mind sha

Ishilove:

My jeans is too tight, that's why I'm uptight

HiideaConsole:


Lool

Then, I'm hoping you're in ya house because you have to loosen up

Ishilove:

This is why couples need to communicate about their sexual preferences and fetishes before marrying, to avoid stories that leave the eyes misty.

Ishilove:

I'm at work so I'm not gonna loosen up anytime soon