Chapter 9: Chapter 9

My eyes widened in shock. "Edible panties? Is there something like that? And how is it related to my problem?"

Ara giggled harder at my innocence that she almost rolled to the floor. I was in her place because I couldn't afford to talk about being frigid in the house. Zed was there, and I didn't want to disappoint him with the news.

Am I really frigid? Why do I get turned on quickly? The only problem was my fear every time the huge head of my husband's cock banged into my tight orifice.

"My gracious lady, close your eyes," Ara said as she pushed me to the couch that had my back leaning on the cushiony backrest.

"Imagine yourself wearing edible panties. You spread your leg wide, then let Zed lick and suck the candy crotch while his hands are kneading your tits. After that candy crotch dissolves in his mouth, can you imagine what part he would lick and suck next?"

I slapped my head and slumped on the couch, rolling my eyes. "Why should it be that troublesome?"

"It's not my fault. Why won't you just spread your legs and roll your eyes while Zed inserts his thing inside you?"

"Shut up!"

"Who's the lecturer here who makes hundreds of listeners hang their mouths open?"

I pretended to close my eyes, and I heard Ara's footsteps going upstairs. Little did she know that I imagined that edible thong. How would I buy it? Wouldn't the sales attendant mock me for being so lewd? Would I be able to ignore their stares?

"Yen, is Zed in your house?" Ara hollered her question from the top of the stairs. I nodded, listening to her heavy footsteps coming down.

"Now, go home and watch this!"

I opened my eyes and saw her holding out her phone. Sitting up straight, I grabbed her phone, only to see that she was playing a sex video. The man was standing naked, his hands locked behind his head. The woman on the bed then grabbed his shaft and rubbed it in a slow-motion. After a while, she shoved it inside her mouth, then bobbed her head back and forth.

"Take this back. It's so yucky--so awful!"

Ara burst out into loud giggling that her eyes already glistened with tears. "Sex won't be the same for Tim if I don't do that every time. And I did it more often during my first trimester. I just couldn't let him bang into my doors and harm the baby."

I stared at her with wide eyes, imagining her at the back of my mind doing the deed.

"Won't you gag?"

She giggled again, but seeing my seriousness, she sat down at the edge of the couch and faced me.

"His slimy dick would no longer tell the difference between the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat. Sex is an art, and so is a head-on."

I couldn't imagine my reaction to what she said, but it had the inner walls of my cunt pulsate with pleasure that I contracted my muscle to relieve myself of the feeling.

"Go home now. I already sent the links to your messenger. And don't worry; I choose the easier steps--the beginner-friendly tips." She winked at me before she coiled in laughter again.

I went home as she said, and I found Zed in the kitchen. He walked towards me to acknowledge my arrival with a kiss.

"How's work?"

I was then debating deep inside whether I should tell him or not about my doctor's visit. I always knew that one of the secrets of a happy and successful marriage is open communication.

"It's a surprise, and I'll tell you later after lunch," I said, hugging him tight afterward.

He gave me a short stare, perhaps, reading my mind. "Alright. Take your shower now, and then we'll have our dinner afterward."

"Thanks for preparing it," I said sweetly. One of the things that I admired about Zed was his cooking skill and willingness to serve me.

"It's not free, of course," he smiled wickedly at me, his eyes burning with desire again.

I rolled my eyes and hurried upstairs. I already wanted to get all our routines done so that we could finally go to bed. On my way home, I had finally decided to open up with my husband. He deserved to know everything. Who knew then if we can solve our problem together?

After taking a bath, I went down right away for dinner. To my surprise, our dining room suddenly turned into a romantic place. On top of the table was a lovely, red-rose-centerpiece. The parted-to-the-sides curtains on the glass wall across the dining room opened up to a brightly-lit flower garden. The well-crafted landscapes and those fresh petals glowed under the special lighting effect Zed had installed. It seemed like he took me to a secret paradise in my own household.

I gasped aloud in awe. When Zed showed me this matrimonial house, this side was still under construction,  covered with a huge tarpaulin. Who would have thought what Zed had in mind?

"You like it?" Zed's voice pierced into my ear while I still stood gaping at the kaleidoscope of flowering plants outside.

"This is just so awesome, Zed. What more can I say than a simple 'thank you'?" I threw my arms around his neck and began kissing him.

"Anything for my lovely wife," he smiled, giving me those tender looks, "but again, that is not free."

He kissed me back, and I responded like I had been deprived of it for several years. I knew he was surprised, but my wild moves had him stripped my nighties off. Placing me naked on a kitchen island after a while, I remembered the edible thong. But since I didn't have it, I had already decided on its replacement.

"Zed, wait," I suddenly sat up while he was licking my inner thighs. He got embarrassed but chose otherwise to keep it to himself.

I stood up and went to the fridge. My eyes lit up in relief as I saw the chocolate spread right away in one of the compartments. Zed watched me bringing over the canister while I propped up on the kitchen island again. Planting my soles on the surface while folding my knees, I spread my legs apart. I glanced at Zed, whose eyes turned darker this time. I then held his gaze as I opened the jar of Nutella. Without leaving his gaze, I dipped a finger inside it. Scooping its chocolatey cream in my fingertip, I licked it until my pointer finger became clean again.

Zed just stared at me, too lost for words at my sinful surprise. I then dipped my finger inside the jar again then spread the mixture, this time on the surface of my labia. Still not contented. I scooped another generous amount of the spread and stuffed it in between my inner folds.