Chapter 225: Chapter 225

Chapter 225

~Sex toy~

It was late hour when Mrs. Fanny was woken up by deep throated moaning that sounded not too far from the bedroom. Once she opened her eyes from slumber, she only could recall that Ken had left angrily and went to the balcony where he smoked into the night all alone. She threw her stare on the wall clock and it was past two. She wondered who could be moaning at such high tone. It was a sensual moan of one hitting orgasm repeatedly…

When she drifted to the balcony, Ken wasn’t any where around. She only could see ashes of the cigar he had smocked and a few butt of the cigar he couldn’t smoke till finish. She tried to trace the moaning but then the moaning had stopped abruptly, only to start again but this time louder and deeper, and it stopped finally.

When she checked up on him at the toilet, he wasn’t anywhere around. She looked puzzled.

Returning to the bed, she put her ears down to hear when the disturbing moan would sound again. It didn’t sound again either and she almost gave up staying awake when it sounded yet again and this time more sonorous than the previous ones. She sat up eyes darting, ears scavenging and trying to trace from where it came from this time. Squeezing into her night robe, she figured out as her ears had got answers of where it was coming from. Gently she tiptoed out of her bedroom.

The penthouse!

Yes the penthouse she made to it in silent tip toes and as she advanced close, the sonorous moan sounded louder, leaving her pondering what was fishy and happening at such ungodly hours.

When she got to the penthouse and peeped into it, her jaw dropped in shock, eyes widened in surprise, and mouth was gaping at the sight of Ken touching himself, stroking his penis and penetrating an artificial rubber vagina; one of the sex toys he probably bought their last visit at the grocery;

Although she had rebuked Ken the moment she appeared at the isle meant for sex toys. And Ken had denied he was only admiring the sex toys on the isle and nothing more; without any thought of patronizing it. Obviously, right now she only could figure out that Ken later returned to the grocery to buy the sex toys which struck resemblance with the one she saw earlier.

Suddenly guilt took a hold on her as she pondered on the trauma she was putting Ken through. It wasn’t her intention to deny him sex. She had always wanted him but these few days past had troubled her thought with her body being the destination of a total stranger that called himself Teddy. She was only traumatized with the impossibility of sexually satisfying two horny men that made love to her in almost similar ways. Literally she knew and had always agreed it would crash on either of the men and she only was going to avoid one and satisfy the other.

As she shut here eyes to shed tears upon beholding her husband of three days marriage, banging an artificial vagina with so rare an energy it hurt her so much that Ken was the one it crashed on. And she had entered into a marriage which had its fate glaring from day one. With bated breath, she stared at Ken sweat profusely while banging the artificial vagina.

“Ah…oh…hmmm,” Ken moaned greatly, body jerking hands clamping the wall, mouth gaping with eyes partly shut , as his other hand supported the artificial vagina. Obviously she perceived he was reaching orgasm and she was left to ponder what number of orgasm it was because she could see a quite number of condoms; she barely could count six of them. She would never forgive herself for putting Ken into a a marriage of sex starvation and false paternity test.

Disappointed, she had one last stare at Ken while he flogged his huge long penis in the vagina totally emptying the last content of the sperm and moaning through.

When she returned to the bed room, she crawled back into the bed, shut her eyes and pondered over the ordeals and horrible experience that awaited them in their forthcoming honey moon..

***

Mary fondled with the cold, soft palms of Tony while he remained unconscious under the oxygen mask. It had been her routine to check up on Tony three times a day and she barely could understand the force that geared her towards believing that Tony was going to survive

“Wake up, sweetie,” she would often utter whenever she came around him; and to an extent she was tired of saying that now. She looked forward to his fate and what the days ahead would bring.

“You have been here all day.” A voice sounded very close to her.

Shrugging and almost flinching, she turned and saw that it was Doctor Frank.

“Oh my goose! You just startled me,” Mary nagged, peering at him across her shoulder and rolling her eyes in fear.

“Apologies,” Doctor Frank said, folded his hands and gazed upon Tony. “You must be hungry and tired now,” he added and still gazing upon Tony as though he was referring to him.

She sighed and smacked her lips, “The only hunger I have rightnow is this.” she pointed at Tony, “I wonder what fate awaits him,” she said hoping she didn’t sound emotional even when she thought she did.

He snorted being careful about muttering what could get her on her nerves. “Your nephew is not different from the previous patients we have had,”

“Elaborate,” she demanded briefly, tilted her troubled face to him and returned it to Tony.

“They are always as calm as light , making you feel disappointed and giving up on efforts that could be futile,” he explained and asked swiftly, “Any news about his estranged girlfriend who put him in this condition?”

As guilt flogged her heart, she winked, not knowing what reply to give…