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“How My Nude Photos & Sex Tape Went Viral On The Internet” – Politician’s Wife

ASK DEEVA-GREY BORDER-668x367Dear Deeva,

My nude pictures and sex tape are going viral on the internet. My husband has thrown my things out of the house. I should be wailing and telling myself “I’m finished!!” But am I?

There’s this guy that I kinda had a thing for way back then as a young university girl. I guess the feeling was mutual. It was also quite obvious that he had a thing for me too.

Our universities were three hours apart from each other, so he’d always come over every weekend just to visit me. During the holidays, I didn’t want to be seen with him all the time so we made sure to exchange sweet little notes at least four times every day. There were no cellphones or texting back then.

In those notes, we were totally honest about how we felt for each other and we penned them down without restraint. We wrote about what it’d feel like to be in each other’s arms making love, but never had the courage to go all the way.

You see, we both had very strong religious beliefs about not having sex before marriage and we were sure that we were going to end up becoming husband and wife. So we told ourselves there was no need to hurry things up. But dang, the tension would get unbearable sometimes! I remember then that he was very quick to have a rock hard erection whenever we shared an odd kiss here or a little caress there. But we were always very careful to exercise the highest of restraints. Just when it got to the point where it seemed that we had both reached the point of no return, one of us would somehow find the courage to bring detour the journey and bring us back to planet earth.

Rufus* left for South Africa to study for a Masters degree. One drunken night at a campus party, he got a girl pregnant. He was compelled by his staunch religious family to marry the girl as they didn’t want the stigma of a grandchild born outside of wedlock.

Our paths became disconnected after he got that girl pregnant. I dried my tears and settled down to marriage immediately after my Youth Service.

Fast forward to twenty years later, I was trapped in a very unhappy marriage and left wondering my decision to remain chaste before marriage had all been worth it. Three kids later and I found I hardly knew the man I married. He was truly from Mars while I came from Venus.

Some ten years into our marriage, he had delved into politics. Being the overly ambitious man that he is, he devoted all his attention to rising to top of the political ladder and winning. Being a politician and grassroots leader meant he was less and less available to his immediate family and more and more available to the public.

The few times he was at home with me and the children, his humourless personality made his company so boring it was better when he was away on his countless trips.

Yes, I know the wisest thing to do would have been to respectfully pack my bags and walk out of the marriage, but I didn’t. I was still suffering from the what-would-people-say syndrome. I told myself that I was staying for the kids when I’d rather bash my head on the wall than share a bed one more night with him.BLACK COUPLE-KISSINGI ran into Rufus at a shopping mall. We just stood staring at each other for a moment that seemed like eternity. Then I heard him say, “You still look as beautiful as ever my precious gift.” I just smiled. I was too tired emotionally to even say anything of the sort back to him. He came right over and hugged me and then asked if I was done shopping. I was actually moping around the mall picking things off the aisle I didn’t really need. So I looked down at my half-filled basket and said I was done. After we checked out our shopping, we drove to a nearby restaurant to have a drink and catch up on old times.

I can’t remember how we ended up in a hotel room or how I managed to suppress my inhibitions and moral reasoning, but I very well do remember how nice his lips felt on mine and how responded so fiercely to his kiss drinking in the sweetness of every twirl like a girl trapped in the desert for weeks without water. When his lips trailed down the bridge of my neck to the mount of my boobs, it felt like someone had cut off my oxygen supply. Almost immediately I felt my gut fill with air and I gasping like I had just run a thousand miles. He paused briefly, just below my belly button and planted on it a soft kiss. My loins seared open with heat of passion as blood rushed around my nether regions. It felt like when a dam has been opened to let in a heavy force of water. My garden became watered generously taking away years of draught from lack of intimacy. My thighs quaked and shivered as he slid into me. Every pore of my skin was connected to his touch and every part of me responded to his thrust.

Then came an explosion of desire too pleasurable to describe in words. The spasms were violent as it circulated round my body, and then pure bliss. He joined me in the realm of boundless ecstasy almost immediately and we laid back in a tight embrace, like we never wanted this dream to come to an end. There was no sense of guilt, just a sense of great fulfillment and never wanting the happiness to end.

Rufus knew I was quite unhappy in my marriage. He too was had been separated from his wife for two years, but he wanted my choice to leave my husband to be mine to call. He was simply contented that he had me back in his life. That alone was a step closer to having our forever together.

I was alive again after feeling dead for so many years. The pull to sustain my newfound happiness was too strong I didn’t want to be rational. For me, ‘rational’ was death.

We were making love in his house one day when his crazy elder brother sneaked up on us. Richard had always been the weed-smoking black sheep of the family. He always teased us as teenagers, saying we’d both die from prolonged sexual abstinence.

Richard filmed and took snapshots of us having sex. Then he called up a few of their childhood friends.

“Ahhhh…guess what Rufus has finally done it with his childhood crush! You know that Calabar girl now…that sweet shy girl that used to live three streets away from us…yes na…the one with the big yansh…aha! What was that her name again? Obong-something…erm…Enobong…choi, the girl is still looking as fine as ever!

This babe has been reborn as a fierce fuck goddess. I’ve got pictures!”

Richard meant to circulate them privately, but somehow, the photos and video were leaked to the public. Being that my husband is currently the Commissioner for Works in his state, it spread like wildfire in Harmattan. I don’t know whether to hate or thank Richard for what he did, but I know that I feel sorry that the scandal has hurt my husband’s public image.

I wasn’t allowed to see my kids. My parents despised me for bringing shame to the family name and wouldn’t take me back. I was left with no choice than to move in with Rufus.

As I sit staring at the window, wondering when I’d ever get the chance to see my kids again, I begin to weigh the consequences of my choices. Over the years, my husband and I slowly grew apart to the point of becoming total strangers. I wouldn’t say he’s a bad man but the truth is he was only my second best.

Should I have handled things differently? Should I have remained a walking zombie wife or as Richard put it, be reborn as a fierce fuck goddess?COUPLE-SEXY-CV

*Names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved.

©Peace Ben Williams 2015

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