My village wife💍
💞My pretty lunatic👝
Ɓƴ: Victoria Peter 💕📚
A Nigerian story…
It was a Sunday morning and we all are preparing to go for service including mama.
Fred never stopped teasing me because of yesterday’s incident and mama even joined him.
Yes it was funny to me too not just because i beat Natasha up but because mama turned into an evangelist overnight.
I was in the bathroom taking my bath when Fred came in wearing only his boxer.
“Can i join you Anthony Joshua all you’re going to break my head like you did to Natasha.”
“HaHaHa so funny.”
I replied with a frown and he wrapped his hands on my waist.
He left me and removed his boxer and carried me up while i wrapped my legs around his waist.
He took me to the wall and started kissing me and of course i responded immediately.
He took his hand to my left br̃ǝåst squeezing on it while devouring my lips.
He kissed down to my cheek to my collar bone still squeezing my ɓøøɓs.
I moaned when i felt his erected ɗïçƙ on my Tommy.
It was getting intense when we heard a loud bang on the bathroom door.
“Fred and ulinma today is Sunday and i don’t want to hear moans today we need to go to church.”
Fred groaned angrily and i gave him a quick kiss.
We waited still we didn’t hear mama’s voice and we immediately did a quicky don’t ask me how i got spoiled ask Fred instead.
He has spoil me alot.
when we were done we quickly went to our bedroom and dressed up for church.
Few hours later……🎄🎄
We were on our way back from church when i noticed a car following us.
I also noticed this car was following up when we were going to church all is it a coincidence.
“Fred i think we are being followed.”
I said and he touched his mirror but he didn’t talk mama was already at sleep.
“I don’t think it’s following us because it just stopped following us.”
I simply said.
After few minutes drive we got home and Daniel opened the door for us and Fred drove in.
Fred came down and opened the door for mama and i and we came down.
When we got to the living room i told mama I was going to help her with the cooking and she agreed.
I shouted happily and ran into the bedroom to take a shower and change.
Don’t ask me why i am happy mama has never let me cook since she came.
When i got to the bedroom i saw Fred already changed.
he was just lying on the bed pressing his phone.
I just passed him and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower after that i wrapped myself in a white towel and stepped out.
“Hey babe are you aware that your teacher miss Anna is coming today for your class.”
he said and i was shocked.
“Oh my god i even forgot anyway Fred come and help me zip up my dress.”
“Beauty go put on something free abeg go put on a bum short and singlet it hot to wear a dress.”
he said and i smiled.
“Okay let be look for it.”
I replied and he nodded but his eyes never left me.
I wore a black bum short and white singlet with my last flop.
And went to the bed to look for his trouble.
he was wearing a black ripper Jean and he was shirtless.
I tickled him but he didn’t do as if i was tickling him.
“Are you human at all or a robot huh?”
I asked and he burst into laughter.
In a twinkle of an eye he turned me over and started tickling me and i started laughing until i laughed out tear.
“Fred hapụ nwa aka (live that girl alone).” mama shouted from the kitchen and Fred immediately left me and i ran out.
❣️ Fred’s Pov❣️
When beauty ran out i bursted into hilarious laughter.
She doesn’t even know how to tickle someone instead of me feeling tickled i felt arosed.
I am falling deeply for ulinma every day it like the love i have for her increase every day.
And i don’t think i have ever fallen in love with anyone this way before.
The sound of my phone cut me off my sweet thoughts and when i checked the caller it was from an unknown number.
I picked it up and placed the phone on my ear.
📱…Hello this is Mr Fredric uchemba on the line who am I speaking with?…📱
📱…Hey Fred you may not know me but i know you and i also know your wife’s life is in danger…📱
the female voice said.
📱…Please who is this and how did you know my wife is in danger?…📱
I asked already scared.
📱… I was once among that plot but i understood your wife has been through a lot and she needs happiness and giving you this information is the list i can do…📱
📱…Can you tell me who wants my wife dead?…📱
📱…That i can’t tell but be careful when ever she’s going out let her go with a bodyguard…📱
she said and immediately the call got ended.
I stood up from the bed and went downstairs to the living room.
when i got to the living room i sat down on the couch and on the TV.
but my mind wasn’t at rest who the fvck wants my wife dead.
I only have eye on Natasha because she’s a desperate lady but i don’t think she could go to that extent.
I took my phone and texted my private investigator and told him the new updates.
I also told him to arrange for a bodyguard for my wife.
Few minutes later……🎄🎄
We are done eating and ulinma is with madam Anna at the garden.
living me and mom alone at the living room
she looked at me.
And i knew i was in for it.
“Fred who is that girl that ulinma beat up yesterday?”
“Ehh.. mama you see that girl use to be my girlfriend when i was in America.”
I replied scratching my neck.
“Oh my god so i gave my ulinma to a third hand material not even second hand.”
she said clapping her hands together dramatically.
I yelled and she gave me a hard knock behind my ear and I yelled in pain.
“So you were not a virgin when you married ulinma and your still here ehh, she’s not even pregnant yet.”
she said s
twisting my ear like her life depended in it.
“Mama i promise i will not be using protection again just let go of my ear and i will give you grandchildren Biko.”
“How many girls have you put his thing in between your legs in tell me?”
she asked twisting my ear the more.
“Ahhhhh mama i don’t no… Ahh I can’t count maybe hundred or more.”
I cried and she immediately left me.
“Did you just say hundred girls ehhh where is my holy water. or knife if not for my grandchildren i would have cut it off wait my holy water.”
she said and started running into her room to get it.
I used that opportunity to run into my room and lock myself in.
“Where is that boy!”
she yelled from the living room.
Oh god what type of mother is this?😥
Mama comfort and her wahala
Who do you think called Fred?