Diary of the bored housewife

Diary of the bored housewife

Annette woke up with a smile only to find her husband hovering on her smiling back. She rolled her eyes at him because he had never talked about standing her up for dinner. She crossed her arms on her chest and sat upright.

"Am sorry Annie darling. I had a few drinks with friends and forgot all about our dinner plans". Those key words did not escape Annette. Friends, drinks,forgot. She shrugged and said in a small voice. "It's okay. " "Don't be like that dear", "go fetch me my pants". And Annette obediently brought his trousers to him. He reached for his wallet and picked a couple of dollars and handed them to Annette. "Go do some shopping Annie". "Thank you," said Annette and walked away to take a shower and start the day with her chickens.
 
If chickens could speak they would say they had seen a change in their mistress lately. She was no longer uptight. She laughed more at the silliest things. She was more careful about her looks now. She went about with a whiff of perfume that smelled like a garden of roses. She was happy, she glowed now.

When J came home, he always had something for her. He always took her for a walk holding her hand and he always stopped at some point to let her catch her breath. He loved to wipe away the sweat at her forehead and he appreciated that Annette didn't shed more tears from the day he had her. He stopped and gave her a long hard look when he recalled that day and suddenly his manhood swelled. Annette blushed and looked away.

"We gotta talk honey," J started with a sigh. 'Here we go, he is gonna dump me' Annette thought to herself. 'Ooooh I should have known he would leave soon as he got what he wanted. How stupid was I, giving him my all within such a short time.....he has his girl he wants to concentrate on her...' "Stop with those thoughts", said J as if he could read her mind."I am never leaving you. I broke up with Angel and I asked Moosa to give us space. From now it's only gonna be us, forever. I am not perfect, neither are you but we will mould each other and guide each other in our journey of life."

Annette felt so silly at her previous thoughts but went ahead and said to J. "Do not forget I am married". J took her hand and squeezed it tight. "You are my woman. I will show you the meaning of love. What it means to love and be loved. I know you are not capable of loving right now because you are over protective of your heart, but I love you so much... and am going to go slow with you". She didn't bother asking about Angel. It was enough that she wouldn't be in their lives anymore. About Moosa, it was a bitter pill to swallow but she trusted J.
 
Karucee said:
If chickens could speak they would say they had seen a change in their mistress lately. She was no longer uptight. She laughed more at the silliest things. She was more careful about her looks now. She went about with a whiff of perfume that smelled like a garden of roses. She was happy, she glowed now.

When J came home, he always had something for her. He always took her for a walk holding her hand and he always stopped at some point to let her catch her breath. He loved to wipe away the sweat at her forehead and he appreciated that Annette didn't shed more tears from the day he had her. He stopped and gave her a long hard look when he recalled that day and suddenly his manhood swelled. Annette blushed and looked away.

"We gotta talk honey," J started with a sigh. 'Here we go, he is gonna dump me' Annette thought to herself. 'Ooooh I should have known he would leave soon as he got what he wanted. How stupid was I, giving him my all within such a short time.....he has his girl he wants to concentrate on her...' "Stop with those thoughts", said J as if he could read her mind."I am never leaving you. I broke up with Angel and I asked Moosa to give us space. From now it's only gonna be us, forever. I am not perfect, neither are you but we will mould each other and guide each other in our journey of life."

Annette felt so silly at her previous thoughts but went ahead and said to J. "Do not forget I am married". J took her hand and squeezed it tight. "You are my woman. I will show you the meaning of love. What it means to love and be loved. I know you are not capable of loving right now because you are over protective of your heart, but I love you so much... and am going to go slow with you". She didn't bother asking about Angel. It was enough that she wouldn't be in their lives anymore. About Moosa, it was a bitter pill to swallow but she trusted J.
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Nimejikuta nacheka pekee yangu....

Good story.

#meaning of love
#Chizoba.



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Karucee said:
J opted for a private pool much to her delight. She was insecure about her body like plenty of other women. And like hell she wasn't going to remove all her clothes. J made sure she stripped to her basics in a pillow fight that ensued. It was strange to be at a hotel room, with a man different from her husband and she was shaking until she burst into tears. J held her tight and said to her. "Lil Mama don't be silly. Let's go swimming".

He proceeded to change her jeans into swimming shorts and threw a tshirt over her head. Annette had covered her face shyly and therefore missed the sight of J's massive erection. He held her hand tightly and walked her outside to the pool. She sat at the ladder and he got into the water. Her heart beat fast at the sight of his beautiful body and each time he turned to look at her she turned the other way. 'Young man, I will not show you the effect you have on me'.

J squeezed himself between her thighs and carried her into the pool. Her nipples turned hard at the contact with cold water but she didn't notice until she felt something hard poking at her and smiled shyly and looked away. "How about lunch my queen?" J asked. "No,"came the reply. "Do you ever eat?" And Annette laughed heartily. So the ordered for Vodka and tonic and lime with rocks. They sure loved drinking and to make it better, J had some weed with him, as usual. Dry for her, and mixed portion for him. It was heavenly.

J came to her....sipped his drink and wet her lips with it. She opened her mouth and took some in. That exchange drove them wild. Hot and deep kisses were exchanged. And my, wasn't she hungry, J noticed. She had her hands all over him when they kissed and kept pulling him closer, tighter and tighter. And she burst into tears.

J took her hand and led her into their room 109. She removed her clothes and led her to the bathroom to rinse the chlorine away. She was too spell bound. And she looked quite silly with her lashes soaked with tears. J lay her on the bed and kissed her so soft and tender. He kissed her on her neck and she started to writhe with pleasure. He picked her left nipple in her lips and sucked gently looking into her eyes. They were obviously closed. "Shy girl", he muttered to himself.

He fondled every inch of her bare skin and she was getting high on her lavender scent by the minute. He nibbled her inner there and his journey to her oasis ended right there. She couldn't let him go on and he was going to burst with desire too. He gathered all the courage he had and prayed to all gods and demi gods to help him go slow on his woman. He knew the kind of lover he was and he needed divine intervention not to hurt his woman. He felt like screaming with the pain of intense desire and the pain of restraining himself from using so much force and he made his way into her. And there was the thin barrier between them. "God of Eros, Greek god of passion and romance me", he evoked as he entered his woman's garden of love. Now was not the time to call upon Pare gods from the hills of Same. They might have an attitude. He thought.

She squirmed in pain and tears rolled down her face but J sealed her lips and kept her from screaming. He tried to stop but couldn't and despite the pain of not knowing a man in several years Annette drew him closer and wrapped her legs on his waist. It was heavenly. He had never been in a place like this with a woman. She was now his and no one was ever going to have her, or touch her again. He lay on top of her, inside her still feeling the heartbeats. She was in pain, but she wasn't willing to let him go. She enjoyed the warm trickles of his sperm inside her. And wanted them all.

He lifted his face to look at her, and she was crying. Again. He understood her pain. Her pain of being rejected by her husband. Her pain of containing feelings and being afraid to show them.... a pain of mixed emotions.... so he let her cry her heart out as he lay beside her and held her tight.
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Sijui kwanini nimetamani hako kamoment ka vodka na weed halafu bae awepo pembeni. (IYKWIM)

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For the first time I have enjoyed reading a good piece of story in JF. I always concentrated in politics but to my dismay I found it to be boring especially when most contributors use abusive language. Please keep it up.
 
KUTATABHETAKULE said:
For the first time I have enjoyed reading a good piece of story in JF. I always concentrated in politics but to my dismay I found it to be boring especially when most contributors use abusive language. Please keep it up.
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Thank you Sir
 
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