My jealous wife 1

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™️My Jealous wife

How do I stop my wife from being excessively Jealous??
I have tried everything to make her understand the fact that I love her with my life.💖
I have never cheated on her since I met her and got married to her since 2 years ago.

She would constantly tell me that she wants to protect me from all these Highway girls 🙄🙄

I guess she started thinking that I was a cheat the day she saw me looking at the b**ttocks of another lady.

I tried to make her believe that I was just admiring the lady's red gown but she insisted that I was looking at her bombom!!

"Honey,how would I even look at another lady's b*tt?🤔
Moreover it is not as big as yours", I said.

Wife: Ooooh So you have even measured her bombom in your heart right??😠😠

Me: Sweetheart, it is not like that .it's just that....

She cuts in....

My wife: We shall see in this house😡😡

From that day, my wife was showing me the promised Land but never allowed me to enter it😩😩
She would wear transparent night wears to get my attention but she would use our pillow to separate us so that I will not cross the boundary.

My wife started doing things that will affect me at night because she knows that I loved hunting at night...

One of the nights, She wore a red skimpy revealing night gown that was about to make me go crazy...
As I wanted to touch her, she said..

Wife: Bia, if you touch me tonight eeeeh, I will wound you ooo

Me: Honey, why are you doing this to me??😭😭
I have paid for it oooo...

My wife: It was yours till that day I caught you staring at that lady's b*tt.
If you ever touch me tonight eeeeh, I will shout "r*pe" so that outsider would hear us.

I reluctantly left her to sleep but she never knew I had plans on how to make her go crazy just like I did🤔🤔🤔🤔

To be continued after your comments

©️ Emeka Edozie

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