Lusty Episode 3 is unveiled…
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His heart was breaking.
He couldn’t breathe.
Nana Kwadwo roamed aimlessly through the incredible garden of the cabin without seeing its beauty. Eventually, he ripped off his shirt and singlet, and fell down on his knees in the middle of the garden, and as tears rolled down his face he prayed with blood.
“You’ve never let me down, Father Lord,” he wailed in agony. “This night was supposed to be the best of all, because all my life I have given to you. Why this torture then, my Lord? I don’t understand this, and I can’t take it any longer! I need your grace, my Lord. Show me a way, and help me out of this agony before I lose my soul!”
He bent his head and wept silently as the pain gripped him ever so fiercely. He tried to get it out of his mind, but to no avail.
Nana Kwadwo kept seeing his wife, his precious Ewura Akua, naked and fervently making love to her ex.
Ewura Akua came up behind him.
She had been looking for him in the cabin but had not found him, and had come out to look for him. The sight of her husband kneeling in the dirt, so shattered and forlorn, filled her with much anguish.
Slowly she fell on her knees by his side, and her own tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Oh, Nana!” she whispered tremulously. “I hate myself for causing you such pain, my love. I detest myself! Believe me, my darling, I didn’t know what was going on!”
“Tell me something different, Akua!” Nana Kwadwo hissed, looking at her with almost hatred. “Tell me something I can live with, something I can accept! Stop this crap you’re spewing out to me!”
She flinched from him, tortured by the look of hatred on his face.
Those eyes had always worshipped and held her high on a golden pedestal. Nana’s love had been without blemish, total and absolutely precious, and she had always revelled in it.
Ewura Akua had known that his was the kind of love that lasted a lifetime, and that he would always love only her.
To see the disgust in the depths of his eyes now killed her soul.
She cried harder, and in her anguish she raised a hand and reached out to him, but he shied away from her as if her hand were a striking mamba.
“Nana!” she wailed desperately. “Don’t do that! Aaaah! Can’t I even touch you, my dearest love!”
“Keep your hands away from me!” he grated out savagely. “Until you tell me the truth, keep your filthy hands away from me!”
“Don’t kill me, Nana!” she said, totally broken now. “Oh, how I wish I can tell you that he blackmailed me, or that I took some drug! I can even tell you I went mad…but I will never lie to you, Nana! The truth, which you spurn, is that I lost the essence of that moment! One moment I was going to prepare myself for you, and the next moment I saw myself on him! Something awful is happening to me, Nana! I need you now. I need the strength of your arms, the gentleness of your voice, the full blast of your love! If you abandon me now, I’ll perish!”
“Liar!” he said simply, and got to his feet.
Of all the things he had said to her, that single word blasted through Ewura Akua, and almost tore her heart out. She had never known this agony!
Oh, to open up her heart to him, to show him the rawness of her pain, and to have him call her a liar without a pause or a care really killed her.
Nana Kwadwo saw the explosive agony his word gave her, and for one moment he felt very ashamed of himself.
She got to her feet and fled crying into the cabin.
He watched her helplessly. Oh, how he longed to take her into his arms and soothe her pain away! How he longed to caress her and be her strength, but he just couldn’t.
His heart, mind and body were not in tandem this time. His body and soul were being torn apart in separate directions, leaving him tired and breathless.
He walked desolately back to the garage and got their bags out of the car.
There were four bags…three for her, one for him.
He took two of the bags up to the master bedroom, and as he put them down he could not look at the bed. He hated that bed with all the beating of his soul.
Nana Kwadwo went down for the two bags.
He left his in the living-room and took Akua’s third bag to the bedroom.
She emerged from the bathroom then.
She had washed her face and changed into a long, beautiful dress. Her face was red and swollen. Her eyes were fiery red orbs, and her nose and lips were enlarged.
They looked at each other, and then she looked at her bags.
“Where’s yours, my love?” she asked tremulously as her fingers flew to her lips.
“In the living-room,” he said painfully.
She bit her lower lip tightly as she looked at him with horror.
“Oh, Nana!” she said, shaking her head, her eyes beginning to water up again. “Don’t, please, please, don’t! Don’t let us spend our wedding night, apart! Oh, my darling, don’t let us begin our marriage this way, I beg of you, Nana!”
“Jesus, Akua!” he whispered. “What do you expect me to do? I feel the pain right in my heart! It is only a miracle that is keeping my heart beating!”
She came toward him and put her hands on his bare shoulders.
“Look at me, Nana, please!” she cried tremulously. “I’ve wronged you, and I’ll sacrifice my life for you to take that pain away! Please, just trust in me for just a second! This is my darkest hour, and I know evil is in the air! Don’t let us give this evil a chance! Let’s fight it with the power of the love between us!”
He stepped back from her.
“Love, Akua, love?” he asked with a snort. “You don’t know the meaning of the word.”
He left her in the bedroom and went to the living-room.
Nana was shattered. He knew he had no strength left in him, and he needed to pray to get divine strength, but he was too tired. His soul was absolutely gone.
He saw her moving around eventually, from the kitchen to the dining-room.
Finally, she came to stand in front of him.
“Prepared you dinner, my love,” she said, her eyes downcast. “Would you eat a little for me? Will you share a first meal with your wife?”
He watched her without speaking, his steeple hands beneath his chin, and then he got up wordlessly.
She reached out for his hand, her face fearful, but when she touched him he didn’t snatch his hand away this time.
Ewura Akua led her husband to the dining-table and served him four slices of yam and the sweetest kontomire stew she had ever prepared.
Nana forced himself to eat even though he had lost every vestige of appetite.
He carried the dirty dishes to the kitchen, and helped her wash them, as usual. He left her in the kitchen when she began heating the remaining stew and packing up some things.
Nana Kwadwo picked up his bag and went through the cabin, located another beautiful bedroom, and put his bag on a glass-topped table near the window.
He took out a few things and then headed to the bathroom.
When he came back he found Ewura Akua curled up miserably on the bed.
He stood gazing at her incredible figure.
She was wearing sheer white panties and brassiere with slits that left her nipples exposed. Her legs were encased in exquisite sheer stockings. He had never seen those long stockings on any African woman, and looking at her he was struck numb by her beauty.
“If you’re not sleeping in the master bedroom, then we shall spend our wedding night here,” she said, her voice small and unsteady.
Nana Kwadwo sighed and sat down on a chair near the window.
“I’m sorry, Ewura Akua,” he said softly. “I simply can’t be with you tonight.”
Instantly she got up and rushed toward him, and for the umpteenth time she dropped to her knees and clasped her hands together in abject misery and supplication.
“Nana, I beg of you, my love!” she whispered, fighting back her tears. “Don’t let this evil separate us! This is our wedding night! Let’s spend it together, please, even if you don’t want to touch me. I’ll lie at the edge of the bed, and I will not touch you! But please, in the name of God, don’t let us spend this night apart!”
“Stop it, Ewura Akua!” Nana shouted. “Stop behaving as if I’m the evil one here! I just can’t be with you tonight, I’m sorry!”
She reached out desperately to touch him again, her face raised to him, broken and tortured, but suddenly she became very still.
She was so still that for a moment it seemed she was not breathing.
And then she looked up at him slowly, and her expression had changed.
She was looking at him coyly now, slyly, her eyes suddenly hooded, her expression sultry and filled with an incredible blast of lust.
“Do you want to do me, Daddy?” she cooed sexily, leaning back and running her hands slowly across her breasts, her tongue rolling out seductively across her lush lips. “Do you want spank my ass, sweet Daddy?”
Nana Kwadwo just stared at her with utter consternation.
Her shattered look was gone, and in its place she was suddenly an incredible seductress.
He could see her nipples hardening, small pigmentations on her areola an indication of her sexual arousal. She flipped on her hands and knees and crawled seductively toward the bed, the twin mounds of her buttocks made extra sexy by her gyrating gait.
She looked over her right shoulder at him, and then raised her left hand and crooked it at him in a summoning gesture.
“Come to me, lover,” she crooned. “My p**sy is all wet for you! Come and play, papa!”
Nana Kwadwo’s mouth was opened so wide that saliva almost drooled out of his mouth. This was an Ewura Akua he didn’t know, hadn’t seen before and simply couldn’t recognize!
She stood up and began to dance seductively, tussling her hair, running her hands across her taut belly, her hips, down between her thighs, all the time her eyes boring into him, glazed with passion!
She pulled the straps of her brassiere down over her arms, and a moment later she slipped it off and dropped it. Her breasts stood out, firm and fair, nipples erect, her areola a darker circular shape and pigmented with lust.
Ewura Akua slowly peeled her panties down her long, stockinged legs and flipped it off with her left foot toward him. Her pubic hair was nicely shaved with just tuft of vertical dark hair left in the middle.
She raised her left leg and put it on the edge of the bed, and then she bit her lower lip, grabbed her right breast in one hand, and then her left hand came down to her inner core and she began to slowly caress herself, her glazed eyes fixed on his stunned face.
“Oh, I’m so wet, sweet lover!” she whispered in a voice oozing with passion. “Come here, love. I have three holes for you! Which one do you wanna do first?”
Nana Kwadwo got to his feet numbly and shook his head, unable to stop his tears.
“Ahhh, you’re such a devil, Ewura Akua!” he said with terrible pain. “How could God do such a thing to me? How were you able to hide your true self from me this way? Oh, my Lord, why?”
He turned and blasted out of the room, his heart tearing apart with emotions he could no longer control.
He knew that if there was no intervention he could go mad, literally. Overwhelmed, he dropped to his knees in front of the settee in the living-room area.
Before he could start to pray Ewura Akua emerged.
Her breasts were still bare, and she was still not wearing her panties. She walked past, her eyes hard and not showing an inkling of regret as she walked out of the living-room.
Nana Kwadwo remained on his knees, his face that of a man who was watching a horror movie.
A moment later he heard the front door banging shut.
Jesus, had she gone out naked like that?
“Ewura Akua, Ewura Akua you will kill me tonight, Ewura Akua!” Nana Kwadwo whispered with horror as he stumbled to his feet and run to the front door, pulling it open and running drunkenly outside.
For a moment he could not see her, and he looked around desperately for her.
A moment later an engine roared into life, and a powerful motorbike came shooting out of the garage!
Ewura Akua was riding the motorbike…and she was still wearing only her stockings!
Her eyes were baleful as she shot past him.
“Stop, Akua, Akua, Akua, stop!” Nana Kwadwo screamed as he ran after the motorbike. “Oh, Awurade Nyankopon, me Nyame, bua me, Awurade!”
His heart was tearing apart, but she was gone.
Blindly, weeping miserably, Nana Kwadwo stumbled into the garage, got into the huge car his father-in-law had given them as part of his wedding presents, and reversed furiously out of the garage.
He executed a dangerous U-turn, and then sped out recklessly after his naked wife…
His nightmare wedding night was still continuing…
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