When the girls dispersed to their various chambers and Opula opened the door to their bedroom, she met the husband whistling in the bathroom while he had his bath. Through the transparent door she could see his light skin and his huge penis which dangled between his muscular thighs.
She swallowed hard and stole a few more glances at him as though she was shy to even lust after a man she called husband.
Sex was her obsession and when she first met Ken at a dinner party organized by her father, she promised to provide all his needs if only he would always satisfy her in bed. Ken had taken it too seriously and proposed to her, since she was the daughter of Fanny, the richest billionaire in Rio Hondo.
But regrettably, he had disappointed her countless times in bed. She often nicknamed him two-second man, and she only misunderstood his muscular physique and huge penis for his weakness in bed.
Those were the endorsements that charmed her to him at first sight; and she wasn't ready to cheat on him because their family reputation was at stake.
She had discussed it with her sisters and she hoped the cash prize would turn things around for her, because the last time she checked they had used all the Viagra and libido stimulant they could find, yet Ken could barely last for a few seconds.
"Oh darling!" Ken called once he came out of the bathroom. At this time, he was drying his hair and penis with the towel. "I can see you girls are happy. Your chuckles took over the mansion. What could be the reason behind your happiness?" his dimples sank into his chin as he expected better answers.
She had her fat backside to ken as she stripped, "What more makes us happy than the wealth our father made for us." She turned to face him, "What more could be more exciting than that?" she lied and had always lied to him.
"Ok," Ken intoned, and sat on the bed, losing interest in putting on his night robe because her fat backside just caught his lust. "You have had enough to drink, you must be tired now." He suggested and couldn't help with her lusty eyes now.
Opula breathed uneasily, stole a glance at him while he stroked his flabby penis. She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower before she heard the soft tune of blues sounding from the CD player.
"No! Ha! Ha! I will kill you! Ha! I win!" Brian, my mad husband had been yelling at the top of his voice, disturbing the mansion at the time
Irritated, Opula left the bathroom, naked, went to the door, opened it and peeped outside.
"Can somebody control my brother, please?" She commanded, "What is Melissa doing in there? Can she stop Brian from shouting. I wonder what kind of contract wife she is!"
Ba!
She slammed the door and when she turned around, she bumped into Ken, who had been standing behind her "I believe if I pound you well, you may not notice your brother's yelling", Ken groaned and caught her French ponytail.
Opula swallowed hard as his penis robbed her thighs. "Relax in bed, Ken, while I have my bath. We have the night to ourselves. You are nervous because I am naked. I don't want you to cum quickly as usual. Tonight's sex must last long." She pushed him out of the way and went into the bathroom.
Hastily she had her bath, so that she could come out and write him a cheque for one million dollars.
When she came out, she met Ken doing some push-ups.
"What the hell are you doing?" Opula asked, wiping her body. "What does it look like I am doing? I am getting ready for tonight's sex. I don't want to disappoint my wife," he said as he pushedup harder.
Opula found herself at the desk where she took out her cheque book and pen, before scribbling over it.
"Have this, darling," she handed to Ken and said, "If you could last for one hour making love to me, the one million dollars will be yours, but if you disappoint me, I will have my money back."
Ken raised a brow, "Are you kidding me?" He was dumbfounded as he stared at the cheque, "I promise you tonight is going to be the best epic night you have ever experienced as a woman," Ken said, kept the cheque on the desk and crawled into bed.
***
Occasionally, I peeped at Brian from my room and realized he had fallen asleep. His hair and bears had overgrown and twigs, making him look unkempt. A thought came into my mind to cut his hair while he slept, but I was scared as usual. Naturally, he was a cute man and I wondered how cute he would look if he is well-shaven. It was obvious that he hadn't shaved for long and nobody cared.
While he slept, he was innocent, free, angelic and harmless. I became all tears thinking what could have made him mad. Nobody had really revealed the mystery behind his madness. A cute-looking man, like Brian wouldn't wake up at dawn and become mad.
When I went into the other room, which I hadn't entered since I got married to him, I saw photos of Brian scattered all over the walls. In almost all of them he was having a microphone and posing with popular musicians whose name I only heard of and saw billboards
"He must be obsessed with music," I said and started ransacking the whole cupboard until a CD plate having his picture where he dressed like a pop star caught my attention. "I said it. He is a musician. I must know about Brian," I whispered within myself.
***
"Come on baby, don't cum now. Pound me! Come on pound me hard. No!" Opula nagged feeling as Ken shook and ejaculated powerfully into her vagina.
His face fell on her shoulders and burnt her neck with his hot breath, gasping for breath and feeling exhausted, "I hope you enjoyed it," he whispered at a breath.
"Enjoyed what!" she barked "Get out of my body, two-second man!" she pushed him aside, took the cheque and tore it into pieces before going into the bathroom.