Confession Of A Frustrated Lagos Based Housewife
Confession Of A Frustrated Lagos
Based Housewife-“I Did This Since He Could Not Sexually Satisfy Me”
I am Evelyn, a lagos Based housewife
and I have a very special issue that needs to be dealt with urgently, it is
about to ruin my marriage of over 8 years.
I and my husband had a very beautiful
life together, but that was until two years into our marriage, just after we
had our first and only child.`
Danny as I fondly call him had lost
his job then and would not have me work, he said it was his duty to provide for
his family and believed that our child would need all my attention.
I used to be a marketer at one of the
leading banks, while he worked with an oil firm but was retrenched due to
certain unclear circumstances.
The quest for a job took a toll on my
husband because we had debts to offset, so many bills left unpaid.
During that period, Danny will go out
very early only to come back very late at night. The time spent however, did
not reflect on our economic status.
We were not begging but we could tell
that the family was digging too deep into its reserves.
After about a year and no serious job forthcoming, Danny decided he would go into a business of his own.
After about a year and no serious job forthcoming, Danny decided he would go into a business of his own.
He started a business with the little
we had saved over the years, he gave it his all, time, body and soul.
Danny could be very determined and
that was the spirit he put into the business, however, it was our home that
suffered the brunt.
Gradually I began to feel the
detachment from him, he was more connected with making the business boom, there
was little or no time for me and my little boy.
Our sex life was almost dead and when
we did have anything intimate it was shabby at best.
He gave numerous excuses of why his
performance had drastically come to an all time low, from business thoughts to
the Lagos stress that is always tied to the ever present gridlocks for no just
cause.
I cried severally because i was
starved not just of both love and s/.ex, perhaps you might think I am vain but
please don’t judge me till you have walked a mile in my shoes.
Danny could not hold his own for even
five minutes, no sooner than he gets in and the milk is spilt. He said he had
tried several things but they just don’t work.
For months and then over a year,
things continued the same way. After a while, I gave up totally, resigning to
fate.
Good thing is, the business started
to grown miraculously, but the more it grew, the distant my husband became from
me.
There was no day without a meeting,
the weekends were spent virtually at his business place, only on rare occasions
did I and my son go visiting there.
I was idle, and perhaps that was the
avenue for certain things to happen, things I am not so proud to mention.
The most crazy of all that I began to
indulge in, is basically living on socio-media. While I bore my heart in subtle
Tweets and Facebook posts, I wore a hypocritical look on Instagram.
My photos bearing faked smiles, hid my inner torment, but there was this guy who could read between the lines, he introduced himself to me as George.
My photos bearing faked smiles, hid my inner torment, but there was this guy who could read between the lines, he introduced himself to me as George.
He was about 10 years younger than
myself and twenty years younger than my husband. But he was smart and witty, I
was caught off-guard.
George made me pour my heart to him
in such a way that I felt exposed, and before I could blink, we were dating.
From internet chats we advanced to
calls and texts, before I knew it, I was inviting this young man into my
matrimonial home.
He was young but George sure did know
how to treat a lady, there was never a boring moment with him, as his wits
exuded effortlessly.
Soon I was almost forgetting that I
had a husband, it was more like living with yet another flat mate, as all we
did whenever my husband got back from work was brief chats (boring) and off to
bed.
Whenever he got into his room to
sleep, I got talking with George under the guise of staying with my tender son.
We would do all sorts of crazy stuffs over the phone and I felt like a teenager
again.
Please don’t blame me at all as my
body is not a stone. The first day I and George made love, it stirred a wild
passion in me and I could not get enough of him. I would invite him over on
certain weekends, we would meet up at his place on other days. One faithful day
after making fun I used woman trick to know what he is using to satisfied me
for 40 minutes with his big rod because I won’t lie to you I always scream ‘is
enough, please am satisfied’ but this guy rod doesn’t get tired.
Thank God George revealed his secret
to me and I quickly try to find George’s big rod and 40 minutes performance
secret. Immediately I got it, I dropped George because I still love my husband
and I believe that he can do better too with this secret. Click Here For the
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Few days after, my husband birthday
came up and I presented him a gift. You care to know the kind of gift that I
presented to my husband?
Hmm! I presented George big rod and
40 minutes performance secret, my husband asked me what it is though and I
explained to him that my friend’s husband is using it to satisfied her and that
is the secret of their happy home.
My husband applied the secret gift
same day, we made love that night and his performance was improved a little bit
because i enjoyed it though.
Guess what? The fifth day my husband
started applying this gift, Our marriage started smoothing till today. https://goo.gl/e3sX8N
Will you like to discover the
George’s secret that saved my marriage from cheating my husband? Mind you this
frustration used to make all woman to take wrong step without letting their
husband knows just like me.
You need to hear from this expert
himself whom i found that has the same secret on how he got cured finally
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