Betrayed By My Body Episode 1

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A story by Peju Amadi, click HERE to read more of her stories
The pill was clamped tightly between my thumb and forefinger, suspended over the glass of juice as I battled with my conscience. How could this be wrong when he was my husband besides goodness knew it was because I loved him with every atom of my being, I was doing this. This was a good thing, I told myself. If it was such a good thing, why didn’t I talk to him about it? Why not tell him everything including what had happened two weeks back when he had been away on his trip? He would understand, wouldn’t he? Shaking my head, I answered my own question that he couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t handle the truth.Kevwe was so possessive and telling him would only do more harm. It would be better this way.
Abby, my close friend who was a pharmacist had assured me that the pill was to get him so excited he would perform for longer than he usually did which was something I was in dire need for. Toe curling, mind numbing pleasure, a feeling so sweet I had not known existed until a few days ago when….when I had been rudely violated against my will…or had it been against my will? Could I say it had been against my will when I had been pretty much into it.
The incident had kept running through my mind like a video tape on loop but the annoying part was my skin still prickled with goose flesh when I thought about it, when I thought about the stranger who had expertly manipulated my body and led me to so much pleasure. I wondered who he could be, did he stay in the neighborhood and if I’d been chosen randomly or did he know me personally? I suspected the latter because the way he had touched, fondled, kissed my skin so tenderly and in such a gentle but demanding way..he definitely knew me and might have thought about having me to himself for a while before making his move.
At first I had resisted, I had just wanted to lie still until he was done but truth be told when his fingers and lips had began its slow but deliberate ministrations upon my body, I had willingly surrendered and given myself up to him. I doubt there were many red blooded females who could have resisted giving in when tortured with such sweet pleasure.
Now, how could I tell Kevwe, my husband and the man who I deeply was in love with, that I had been sweetly ravaged by a stranger and had loved every moment of it? It would destroy him, absolutely kill him to know I preferred a stranger’s touch to his. It wasn’t even fair to him if to keep replaying it in my mind and I needed to get rid of the thoughts in my head quickly before he became suspicious.
With a resigned sigh I let the pill drop into the drink, stirring it softly with a spoon and watching it dissolve. This was for the best, I reaffirmed. And if after the pill he still didn’t perform as well as I need? I wondered briefly but that was a risk I had to take. Kevwe wasn’t an awful lover, he was a tall and attractive virile young man who I was attracted to but the problem was sex with him ended too soon and he never took the time to tease my body into arousal. I had never minded before, not until I had erupted with sheer pleasure beneath the stranger’s touch.
Picking up the tray and turning around, I decided it was time to do this when I saw Kevwe standing in the doorway, shirtless with a curious expression on his features.
“Jesus,” I exclaimed in shock as the glass rattled on the tray, it was a marvel that I didn’t drop it. My mind raced as I wondered if he had seen me drop the pill.
“You scared me, Kevwe. How long have you been standing there?”
“A while,” his baritone voice boomed as his gaze held suspicion.
“Long enough to see you drop something in my drink….what was that pill, Onome?”
“What? I didn’t….” I began but he cut me off.
“I saw you clearly so don’t even think about lying.” He said stepping into the room, still staring at me with such distrust and suspicion. I quivered stepping back reflexively but my back only bumped into the kitchen cabinet, my heart beat increased slightly in tempo. There was no where to run and I had to face this head on. damn it, what had I done? How could I explain this? I set the tray back on the counter hoping to buy some time knowing fully well I was in deep shit here and my next words might bury me deeper into it.
“I put an aspirin in it because I heard you complain….” I began but he didn’t let me finish. Holding up his hand to stop my badly concocted lie, my voice trailed off.
“Onome..you know I can spot your lies easily but still you choose to lie? You want me dead, don’t you?” He suddenly asked, his voice raised and I became afraid that the neighbors would hear him. I didn’t want anyone else dragged into this mess I had created.
“I … I can explain, it wasn’t to kill you, Kevwe please…” I begged but he was now too riled to listen.
“Explain what? That you poisoned my drink? That you planned to end my life?”
“No, no, I would never. You know I love you, my heart.. you know….” I tried but he wasn’t listening.
“I don’t know anything, I only know what I saw and I saw that you want to kill me, since you put a strange pill into my drink and you are lying about it… The neighbors must hear this, the whole street must hear this!”
to be continue

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