“I am able to deeply connect with my woman, and she knows she’s fully seen and appreciated by me. I am very secure in my relationship with my wife. She pushes me every day to reach my potential. That’s how I know I am loved. I make time to listen to her, and also help her form insights about her life. That’s how much I love my wife.” – OY
“I was a guest preacher at my wife’s former church. And at the time we met, her ex-husband had dumped her for his current wife. They weren’t officially divorced, but their process was ongoing. They had two kids together. My wife tells me she was in church that day because she needed a place to be, though she hadn’t been consistent with attendance. That was what she said, ‘she needed a place to be’. And church was her hiding place. While preaching, I realized I wasn’t able to take my eyes off her. I was preaching the word and was in my best mode that Sunday, and so it was understandable that the entire congregation couldn’t keep their eyes off me. What I couldn’t comprehend was why I was gawking specifically at only my wife. She was eyeing too, because I was busily doing the ogling myself.
After church, I started feeling this awkward need to want to get together with her, alone. I sent my son to go ask for her number. I had a lot of people around me, exchanging pleasantries after the service and so I couldn’t really escape to her. Apparently, my stubborn 10-year old little man went telling her, “I think my Daddy likes you” instead. Lol! I called her that evening to reintroduce myself, and asked for location and direction to her house. She sent me a text message, and I was knocking at her door 2hrs later.
She had cooked for me, and Dave, I couldn’t resist the temptation, so we had sex. She was turned on just by the sound of my voice close to her. And I realized she was becoming more and more open and responsive to my gentle voice. I know how to talk to a woman, that’s to say. And so I ordered her calmly to stand and be still. She stood and did not make anymore moves. I contemplated on what I was about to do that moment, and couldn’t reason with my spirit. I peeled off her clothing piece by piece. I was in a deliberate, slow motion kind of mood and it felt very hot. I gently reached inside her skirt and removed her pantie. I was expecting her to slap me but she didn’t. All she kept doing was to pant. I went on one knee to remove her high heels. Dave, she wore a heel just to welcome me at her home. If that wasn’t an indirect message to tell me she really liked me too, then…
I asked her if she wanted it continued, and she said, ‘yes’ beaming with the brightest smile I had ever seen any woman wear. She’s still my brightest smile ever. I got on my feet to start unbuttoning her shirt buttons, one by one, and in the process, caressed vantage parts of her body that revealed itself to me – lightly. Her body was flawless, dark and lovely. I started talking to the body, telling her how beautiful she was to me. I mean, Dave, have you ever unwrapped an exquisite gift? The care taken in the process alone, in order not to damage anything? That was what I felt with her that evening. It was magical! I stood aback for a minute or two to admire her gorgeousness. She was like a great piece of art, glorious in its rawness, majestic in beauty. I had my clothes on all that while, and I sensed anticipation on her part. She was slightly uncomfortable, and it was understandable. That’s why I was lush in the process.
My hot and cool breath was all over her. I really took my time with this. My focus primarily were on my gentle touches and the feel of her body, the stimulation of it. Her nipple in my mouth, the teasing of it… My slow, deep thrusting… That is how I still talk to my wife’s body, nine years after marriage. I unwrap her beauty with as much care and interest today, as I did our first night together.
It was going so well the first night, until the unexpected happened, she collapsed. I hadn’t even cum. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know whom to call. I knew her kids were staying over at a neighbor’s house, but I couldn’t run to any of the neighboring homes to call for help. That was the scariest moment of my life.
Fast forward: I dressed her up, took her to the hospital in my car, stayed by her side all night, till the following morning. I called my colleague pastor, narrated the incident (of course, leaving the sex part out) before help came my way. The doctor upon further review, noticed she was wet down there, and I was called to answer a few questions. Luckily for me, she gained consciousness to tell the doctor I was her boyfriend. We never had sex again until we were married, two years later. By then, she had gotten pregnant and given birth to my son, just from that first night act. I wanted to marry her when she told me she was pregnant, four months after being hospitalized, but she insisted on giving birth to our baby first, and marrying rather on the child’s first birthday.
I have never known any other woman but my wife since we first met. I am able to deeply connect with my woman, and she knows she’s fully seen and appreciated by me. I am very secure in my relationship with my wife. She pushes me every day to reach my potential. Dave, that’s how I know I am loved. I make time to listen to her, and also help her form insights about her life. That’s how much I love my wife.
I don’t judge her, ever. That’s because I’ve made that conscious choice to be understanding and compassionate. And thankfully, I have been receiving the same amount of consideration in return. I have been happily married before, but I have never been happier in these nine, incredible years with my wife.
Post this anonymously please. Most people looking up to me do not know how it all happened. I still preach on abstinence.”