Kolade came home, expecting to find Lucy in her usual position on the couch with her phone laughing or typing away. It was ten thirty, he was hungry and tired and was in no mood for niceties. He went straight to the dining table expecting to find his dinner, but met nothing. He was already losing his temper. He stormed into the bedroom, ready to explode. He opened the door to the room dimly lit, new sheets on the bed and he noticed some extra cushions on the bed. Scented candles were burning on the dressing table.
“Lucy, Lucy, where are you? Where is my dinner? What nonsense is this?” He went on not waiting for Lucy to answer. The bathroom door opened and Lucy came out of the bathroom, in a very sexy negligee, smelling like strawberries, and looking like a goddess.
“Hey darling, did you call me?” Lucy asked in the sexiest, purring voice. She walked closer to her husband. Kolade swallowed his adams apple jumping up and down.
“Where is my dinner?” This time he asked almost in a whisper as Lucy had started undoing his buttons.
“Your dinner is right here baby.” She swayed her hips as she walked toward the bed. She sat on the bed making sure the laps showed, and summoned to him with her finger to join her.
Kolade went to her like a zombie, and sat as she undressed him, pushed him down on the bed. She reached into her bedside drawer and brought out a tube of KY Lubricant Gel she had purchased that morning.
Kolade’s dinner was about to be served.