My Husband Passed Me Around Like A S3x-Toy! Lady Narrates How She Was Used By Her Husband & His Twin

The heart of man is wicked. That seems to be a common saying
widely used by us. What we often do not ask is the action that prompts that
reaction. I want to share my story so some of you out there will learn
lifematics-101(Trust no one).

I have been married for 9years and after much attempts to
have a child of our own, 5years into the marriage we had a boy. It didn’t come
as easy as I have just put it; by the way I didn’t state I married an Igbo man
who had an identical twin and I am a (lady. That alone had come with
loads of back and forth from the early preparation days of getting married to
finally having a child. Some who have been in my shoes can relate better, I
guess. Inter-cultural marriage isn’t always one smooth ride.

My husband’s twin was one man I always had high regard for,
he was calm, ever willing to listen whenever my husband and the rest of the
family came hard and blamed me for childlessness. Atimes I often wished I
married him instead of my husband. That was how much effect he always had on me
during those trying times.

All these while, my husband never had an issue with the
closeness that existed between myself and his twin, infact he usually
encourages him to come around and spend time with us; much to my delight
considering he often gave comforting words whenever my husband chooses not to
understand. There were days in which we just hung out and just enjoyed being
happy. He makes some moves that I sometimes find offensive but my husband
smiles and says he is my twin.

On this certain day, my husband went to work. I was home
seeing a movie when my bro-in-law offered me wine he got on his way to our
place, out of excitement I popped, had few shots while we giggled and laughed
as usual. Few minutes later, I felt tipsy and tired, not too long I fell
asleep. Waking up, I found myself in the bedroom naked, examined myself and
realized there was a sexual intercourse. Sitting across me was my bro-in-law
equally undressed smiling and said it was time for me to know the truth because
he could no longer bear it and feels I deserve to know the truth. It was like
the saddest and most disappointing moment in my life.

Before I could say a word, he told me all what happened. He
told me it was his twin(my husband)’s idea to often switch places at nights.
Apparently my husband had low sperm count according to his twin, as such could
not father a child, that he often had sex with me at night while I thought it
was my husband. While he said all these, I started adding two plus two together
and it became obvious he was saying the truth. My husband sometimes wear a red
boxers to bed and when we wake up in the morning I will find a black boxers on
the floor and red on him. A lot of things started running through my mind and
it began to make sense.

I broke down and couldn’t stand it. Called my mother on the
phone and told her I was finished. I couldn’t tell her what had happened and
suicide became my next option. My husband had ruined me, he had made me
worthless, life no longer means anything to me as I now see myself as a piece
of shit.

Suicide was all I thought of, the two closest persons to me
had passed me around like a used sex-toy. I have left my husband’s house and
moved on with my son, whom I am not sure of whom the real father is. Trust
nobody. Life is cruel. My story.