[Read Story] Wedding Night (Complete Episodes)
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Good day friends, my name is Precious, and what i give you guys is the story of my life. A story of pain, love and sadness. A story of lost hope, betrayal and death. A true life event that turned my life upside down.
Where do i start?.
I guess i have to start from the major episode, the night that changed my whole life.
MY WEDDING NIGHT
I write with Tears
____ The dim light of the room was enough to highlight Damian’s
body lying under the covers of our bed. His long frame was
silhouetted delicately as the sheet and blanket draped over his Nakked body. Every muscle of his slender frame was showing
through the somewhat thin fabric he placed over himself. The contoured M—d of his manhood, prominently showing,
was highly e—-c and
stimulating. My p.u.ssy began to water slowly as I stood in the doorway staring at my new husband.
I leaned against the molding of our room door and felt one of
my firm little b—–s with my hand. My n—-e instantly
hardened as i felt the heat flow into my stiff n—-e.
My pus.sy was slick with my internal naturalness. I felt the
warm trickle of my inner desire flow out and coat my now
engorging inner lips. My outer folds of personal smoothness also began to warm gently.
As I stared at my husband lying there
on the bed, my feelings roared all over my body. It was our first night as husband and wife. Oh how happy and fulfilled i was that fateful evening. We really had lots of terrible challanges which we overcame to get married. I closed my eyes as my head played back the events which led to our marriage.
I soon felt a hand on my shoulder and another between my legs. I felt warm breath on the back of my neck and the touch of hot soft lips upon my skin at the same time. Damian had joined me.
I did not open my eyes. I let my husband feel me. I felt my
husband’s hot body tenderly touch mine. His damp skin tenderly brushing mine sent desire rushing through me.
He slowly pressed his
erection against my body and I felt it throb as bl0*d rushed through it.
Slowly he planted tender kisses to the back of my neck. His
warm lips felt good on my skin and the tingles from his loving touch made me shiver in delight.
I tilted my head to the side slightly and he moved lower with his lips. His hand suddenly covered my
tenderness. The jolt of his hand on my place of sensualness made me moan with euphoric pleasure.
Slowly, he ran a finger
through my hot wet divide. My hot core flowed onto his finger
as he moved it up and down, letting it sink into my soft pink fold. I felt my vertical line fold over his finger, contouring to the shape of his digit sliding easily through my s#xual lips. I felt my cl.it come to life.
He gently ran his fingertip over my
hard sensitive knob of
pleasure. I shivered and moaned loudly.
Expertly his other hand covered one of
my small br.easts which he squeezed hard. My nip.ple, as
hard as it already was, filled with more bl0*d and felt as if it was
going to actually pop off my body. The intense feeling made
my body quiver.
Suddenly and with a swift move, he swung me around making me whimper in pleasure. codedwap.com.ng
His handsome face was smooth and
his eyes deep. I touched his cheek
softly and ran my fingertip over his lips. He gave me a very caring look; the
look I fell in love with the moment we met. Wrapping his arms around my delicate warm body, he brought his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly and long. I felt my breath leave my lungs like it always did.
Damian knew just how to leave me breathless.
My body pressed softly upon Damian we kissed. His long hard erection pressed upon my smooth M—d. My firm
meager frontal m—-s pressed
into his warm chest. My hard ni.pples touched his as our
bodies collected each other’s sensual heat.
He ran his hands over the soft roundness of my as.s and I felt my feet leaving the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist and and rested my head in
the crook of his neck and shoulder, letting him carry me to our bed.
As he laid me down on the satin sheets, my fingers trailed a path down his broad
chest. He s——-d my top half with his arms as he looked into my eyes. My hair
splayed along the pillow and I smiled at him as I spread my legs to accept him once again.
My body shivered from the jolt of him piercing my kit.ty. The feel of his erect hard round head poking through my membrane filled
me with a lovingly intense pressure that showed me what
he felt for me. In return, my body
passionately gripped him as he slowly filled me.
I let out a whimper as his body connected to mine, I scraped my nails on his back in a soft touch as the
feeling of him touching my skin
sent tingles through me. He groaned as I did that and began
rocking on my body slowly as he always did. I felt every ridge of his long erection in my sensitive supple walls as he slid in and out.
The warmth of his manhood inside me made me glad he was my man and I was
his woman. I scraped my fingernails long and slow and harder along his back as he continued the slow
rhythmic movement into me. My breathing quickened as he
pulsed inside my pus.sy. I felt each beat of his heart in his
hard c–k buried deep inside me.
It was not only the rhythm of love that pounded there, but also the passion he felt for me. I became wetter and wetter as my love for him coated his hardness.
This was what making love truly
Even through my sensual moans, the slick slurping sounds
came from me as he slipped in and out and resonated off the
walls in our room. The sound of our lovemaking was beautiful.
The slapping of our bodies together with every insertion he made into me reverberated in my ears and made me bite my lips. The plunging tones from wet friction as his rock hard c–k filled me made my body writhe with pleasure under him. He was the only guy that made me feel fulfilled.
I gripped the sheets into my fists as I felt myself getting ready to c-m. His movements even
began to slow as I felt him getting close. My c.lit pounded against him each time he sank deeper into me. I began to breathe deeper and quicker as
my c—-x sprang forth. He was almost at a snail’s pace as he
began to let his cream fill his manhood in my womanhood. I felt him get even harder as he entered the point of no return. He moaned as he poured into me.
We cummed in unison
again and I loved how we almost always did that. It was such a passionate euphoric
My body began to relax in s#xual gratification under him as he waited to get himself as he always did after
he had expelled himself. The feeling of his c–k going from
hard to soft inside me felt so wonderful. And when he slid it out! The slide of his softness on my wet sensitive walls was so
tantalizing. It was a feeling that I
could never describe.
I intertwined my
hand into his, held it and closed my eyes while his heartbeat
pounded a rhythm against my body.
Falling asleep, i prayed for our love to forever be strong, but unfortunately i woke up the following morning to see a knife buried in his chest. Our bed sheet soaked with bl0*d.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, i couldn’t believe it was all real. I held him and looked around.
“no this can’t be happening” i breathed, trying hard to control myself. But it was all real, Damian was cold and still. He was dead for real.
“nooo” i sobbed quietly, wondering what to do, wondering the next step to take.
There was any doubt, i was about experiencing a very terrible twist in my life. Damian was definitely murdered by someone who was so desperate to destroy my happiness. I sat down on the floor while my mind flashed back to how i met my husband.
After Nysc, early the previous year. I came to Abuja to live with my elder brother who was a doctor in one of the city hospitals. He had no problem getting me a good job in a very popular construction company inside the city. Seriously i counted myself as a very lucky girl because i was the first to get a job among all my classmates and friends. I started work in Damian’s office as a secretary and that was when my life took a dramatic turn.
Damian who was my boss, a white and an American citizen quickly took interest in me. He was so sweet and caring but equally a womanizer. Everyone warned me to be careful. My colleagues advised me to be professional when dealing with him and never give in to his demands, which i obeyed. But surprisingly he continued disturbing me, even after turning him down so many times. The more i turned him away, the more bolder he got.
This continued until i finally gave in to him.
We had a very sweet relationship that soon became the talk of the town. As our relationship progressed, i starting getting threats from his old girlfriends both in Nigeria and abroad, but it never stopped me from giving up on him.
Three months into the relationship, he proposed to me and met my people, drawing another shock from everyone, especially the white community.
Our marriage was quickly fixed and i insisted for it to be done in Nigeria because of my family and friends which he accepted without hesitation.
Damian’s mother, family members and friends arrived the country two days to our wedding. I had a very long talk with his mum and cousins who all tried to be nice to me even though the resentment on their faces were noticeable.
The church wedding and reception went very well. Damian really spared no cost in organising the whole show. We planned travelling to Dubai the next day for our honeymoon, which made us spend our first night as husband and wife in his big house where almost all his family members and friends slept.
Anyone of them could have crept into the room as we slept and struck him, but there wasn’t any doubt i would be the major suspect….
“Oh no” i wailed with a loud voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the house. Within minutes, almost every member of the white community was in Damian’s house.
It was as if they were all waiting for such news….
I couldn’t believe i was married only for one night….
I really can’t write how hurt and empty i was that fateful morning. I can’t describe how devastated i was nor how my heart bled. I was totally broken and dead.
I couldn’t even call my brother to tell him the bad situation i found myself. In fact my soul and my spirit ran away from me. I was just a shadow of myself. The devil just took time to urinate on my destiny.
Damian’s mother never bothered nor cared about my feelings, instead pulled out the knife from her son’s body when my cries brought her to the room and almost stabbed me with fury, screaming some incoherent words, until other members of the family came in and held her.
“i said it; nothing good ever comes out of Africa. She stabbed him, she probably did it in her sleep, or maybe it’s witchcraft. God save my soul” the old woman screamed and cried.
I simply sat beside the bed and cried out my heart. I was just like a cornered rat. I was simply in the midst of foreigners. In the midst of people who saw me as a second class animal or probably a gold digger.
None of them spoke to me nor asked how it all happened.
I barely had changed my night wear when an ambulance arrived with men from the force headquarters. Before i knew what was happening, i found myself at the back of a police SUV while the perpetrator of the crime walked freely, probably watching the unfolding events from a safe distance.
Another problem i had was that i didn’t know who to suspect nor accuse. They all looked the same to me. They were all a bunch of conspirators.
I felt like taking my life as the police took me away, because there wasn’t any need living again. I knew the justice system would easily convict and close the case than investigating.
“Who am i among a bunch of whites all accusing me of murder??”. I had nothing to prove my innocence. I was the only person in the room with Damian. The murder weapon which might have saved me through finger print test was already compromised by Damian’s mother.
My life was nothing but over. Kiri kiri prison awaited me with a dark smile.
How do i save myself?, how do i prove my innocence?.
I need solutions, please dear readers, help me out with clues on how to redeem myself.
As soon as i got to the police station, I called my elder brother who couldn’t believe all i told him.
“hold on tight my dear. I’ll be there shortly” he assured me.
I was quickly led to an office where i was asked to write a statement, which i nervously did while Damian’s two cousins who came with me kept talking to each other. After writing all i knew on the note book, a female officer showed up to question me. I tried my best to convince her.
“just look at me. How possible do you think a Nigerian girl would murder a husband taking her out of the country to celebrate their marriage?. I didn’t do it. One of them did. You got to help me” i begged. She shrugged and shook her head.
“of course i believe you. You have no reason to kill him but you see i’m just an ordinary officer taking orders from my superiors, anyway i believe my boss. S.P Jeremiah will know how to handle your case. He’s a good man and a crime expert” she assured me.
My brother showed up minutes later with his Lawyer who quickly took over my case. I told them all i knew and the events that happened after i discovered the dead body. My brother was totally shocked.
“don’t worry my dear. I know this is going to be a tough case. I smell the American Embassy getting involved but be rest assured that i will go any length to prove your innocence, even if it means getting experts from abroad. I have friends who can examine the case and get results” he promised seriously. I breathed deeply and hugged him, thanking God for giving me a wealthy and intelligent brother.
Officer Jeremiah soon showed up at his office and requested for our presence. Damian’s cousins officially accused me before him, asking that i should be detained but my brother’s lawyer intervened quickly.
“officer i hope you know everyone that passed the night in that house is a suspect?. They all had access to the bedroom, anyone of them could have committed the crime. If you guys are going to detain my client without proper evidence and reason. You equally should detain all the people present that night, else i will be the person to file a lawsuit against the police, after all none of them can come forward to testify seeing my client murder her husband” the lawyer threatened, putting the officer in a tight position.
“fine i’m not going to detain her, but you will have to sign a document which places her in your custody. This is a murder case” the officer said strongly, while my brother’s lawyer nodded in acceptance, Damian’s cousins protested.
The document was signed in no time and i was free to go.
“we are also getting a court permit which will enable us get our own team of investigators and go through the case. We are not going to take any chances” my lawyer said to the officer who shrugged and smiled.
“this is bullshit, we are heading to the embassy” Damian’s cousins threatened and left with anger. It was obvious i had a long case ahead of me. Luckily i had a brother who equally had the means to defend me and catch the culprit….
To be continued.