A Babe’s Babe (Part 1)

I wasn’t enjoying my husband at all. Don’t get me wrong; he wasn’t a cheat or a bad dad. It was nothing like that. In fact, it was the opposite. 

My husband took his role as the breadwinner very seriously, the kids and I lacked nothing, and we wanted for nothing. Well, at least the kids didn’t. I wanted sex, loads of it, but I was hardly ever getting any. 

I knew my man wasn’t cheating because we were virtually almost always in touch. He prioritized safety and always had us share our live locations, with everyone in the house, even the kids. He was loving as well, he just wasn’t that good in bed. 

I had tried different times to make our sex life a bit more adventurous but he wasn’t up for it. It was a bother at first, but I was starting to die from lack of an orgasm and I couldn’t take it anymore. I hadn’t been with any other man my entire life aside from my husband and my ex. You can imagine my frustration. 

I was talking to my friend, Bisi, about it one time, and she could see my frustration. “Why don’t you get yourself a sex toy?” She asked. ” That way, you could release all this pent-up frustration without cheating or needing your husband like that.” “You know I don’t fancy those things at all naah,” I replied to her, ” I don’t even masturbate. You know naa.” “I know, but what else are you going to do? It’s either you cheat or you live with the itch like that. Those are your only options” she finished. “Wo, me sef, I’m tired jare” I whined. “You can’t keep complaining if you’re not going to do anything about it khadi.” I got silent then, going deeper into my mind, weighing all my options. 

“Okay, fine” I sighed, “maybe I’ll get a sex toy. But you have to help me with it oh, I wouldn’t even know what to get.” Bisi squealed “Yay! I’ll do you one better, I’ll get us both sex toys. That way, you don’t feel so alone about it”. “Fine, but let’s not deny that you’ve been waiting for me to want one so you could get one for yourself too” and we both burst into laughter. 

I received the delivery a couple of days later. I waited for when hubby had left with the kids for work and school to unbox it. It was this rose thingy, but it had something like a tongue right in the middle and then a bending stem. I found the cord and plugged it up to charge, then read the instructions while it did. 

Eventually, I couldn’t bring myself up to use it, it just seemed such a weird thing to do. I called Bisi then and she barely even let me breathe through the phone before she started. “Hello friend, how are you? How are the kids? Have you tried the rose yet?” Bisi was way too excited about this whole thing, it was ridiculous. I said as much to her over the phone and she replied “Well, excuse me if I’m invested in the happiness and pleasure of my friend.” She said this with such fake seriousness, we both laughed. “Just say you wanted to get a toy too and you didn’t want to be alone”. “Fine, fine”, she admitted, “but that doesn’t mean you didn’t need it either. So, how was it”. I explained to her how awkward it felt for me and she spent the next 5 minutes encouraging me, telling me there was nothing wrong with it. In her words “You have an orifice that needs stimulating, think of it like brushing for teeth”. 

We spoke some more and ended it with her coming over to “talk some serious sense into my head” 

Bisi didn’t live too far from me so she got to mine in a jiffy. As soon as I opened the door, she went straight into the kitchen, poured herself some juice, and then downed 2 glasses of water. She said she had drained herself and I didn’t even know what she meant. 

“Now where is your rose?” She asked. We matched into my bedroom and Bisi started closing all the curtains. “Uhm, hello?” I asked. “Well, I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist, but sure, you can leave them open and give your neighbors a show” I was lost then, “Bisi, what are you talking about?”. “We are going to get you an orgasm of course, what else? It’s pleasure time Khadijah, start stripping”.

I was dumbfounded. “What do you mean start stripping? Do you want to watch me touch myself? With a sex toy? Are you insane?” “Khadi calm down joor, it’s no big deal, we’ve been friends for ages, we’ve been in changing rooms together, we’ve talked about sex and boys and more before, this is nothing out of the ordinary. Just girl pals being pals” Bisi was serious, and I started getting this stirring in my belly then. I kinda knew I was in trouble, but I was still curious and intrigued. 

I took a deep sigh then. “If I’m stripping, you are too,” I said. She didn’t even argue at all, she just complied and pulled down the zip of her dress. She had on a summer skater dress and now it was in a pool at her feet. She had no bra on, and there was a small wetness at the middle of her pink panties. 

Bisi had a divine figure, I had been her friend for ages and none of it was new to me, but seeing her naked always got a reaction out of me. “Asam! I teased her, see as you set. Chai. You wan use your body oppress me abi? See as you fine.” She wasn’t having any of it. “Come on leave whining and take yours off joor.” 

I still had my sleepwear on, so I just pulled off my robe. I had just the sheer silk fabric of my nightie on me and you could trace my panty lines through them. I had on a string lace underwear on. I’d gotten them hoping to arouse my husband more. Bisi was staring at me a little too intensely and I looked at myself to see what the issue was. There was a bit of cold in the air and my nipples had responded to it. “You and these your sweet breasts,” she said. “One would think you’ve tasted them before”, I retorted. “Maybe I should”, she said. 

I laughed at her joke then. She went into the bag she had dropped on my bed when she came in and pulled out her own sex toy. I saw it and my eyes widened, I gasped and my mouth couldn’t close after. “What the hell is that? A snake?” Bisi laughed, “Relax,” she said, “you’re being super dramatic right now, it’s just a dildo.”

What my friend called a dildo happened to be double-sided with two sprouts facing opposite sides around the middle. “Look, these-she pointed to one of the tips-goes inside you, and these-pointing to the sprouts-goes on to massage your clit, it’s that easy.” Now, take off everything, and let’s do this. 

 

I’m wondering what they get up to, let’s find out in “A Babe’s babe (Part 2) on Erotic Nigeria