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The Other Man

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My lips felt like iron, my mouth unable to lift them up or apart despite a lifetime of exercising my tongue. Hopeless was the word, or was it helpless as I gawked in phantom realization watching before my eyes the slow and synchronized gyration occurring ontop the bed I shared with a rival. It was a hip hump gyration that slowly before my eyes, metamorphosed into a hip to lip pantomime, words were not said, actions said it all.
Isn't it said that love isn't defined by speech or sound but actions and intentions? Then could this be an act of love unravelling before my naked eyes.
I wanted to tear her apart over and over again, I was mad with lust and anger, I wanted to ask why but I was rendered speechless by a force of such profound pleasure and intense pain, sweat dripping off me as I watched thrust after thrust, with each my heart skipped, every hump dried the saliva from my lips, with every touch current flowed through my bones like electricity and with each gasps and moans, oohs and aah's, a sound that had to be mine alone, electric bolts shot through me... Nooo! I screamed as I shuddered and shook, eyes shot, fists clenched, every vein in my body stood and then I heard the sound that had haunted me for long and it came from the doorway.
"What's going on here?
Who did you bring to our matrimonial bed?
The husband asked with hatred and pain.
She was rendered shocked and flustered by the unexpected sound, and as she struggled to get up while fully covered in orgasm, I jumped out the window releasing passion and lust into the dead of the night while sounds of gunshot filled the air in pursuit of my footsteps hitting the ground in giant leaps and strides of survival from my married lovers bosom.
It sucks being the other man.

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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