Chapter 5

A week had passed since our wedding night, and still, our intimacies stayed like that. We did not go beyond making out and heavy petting, and I could not understand why. Every time I felt we were about to do it, he would stop and dress me up. I justified his behavior as an act of thoughtfulness and consideration. Perhaps, he did not want me to get scared. He knew about my upbringing, and he probably decided that we should not hurry things out. We would have the whole lifetime to do it, anyway.

One afternoon, as I was arranging our things into our new matrimonial house, my phone vibrated. I put down the set of figurines and picked up my phone. It was a text message from Ara, my best friend.

"Yen, can you please come over? I want to introduce you to my friend from Japan."

Since her house was only a few blocks away, I agreed. In less than a few minutes, I already saw Ara's wide and teasing smile. However, she did not have the time to mock me.

"Come, hurry up. She's waiting."

Ara held my hand and dragged me towards the house next to hers. It was huge and beautiful, featuring one of the designs of modern houses. A helper greeted us and opened the gate, ushering us right away into the house.

"Ara, is this Yen? Your best friend?"

Ara turned her head and smiled at me. I was walking behind her when we entered the living room.

"Yen, this is Maezy, my close friend in the neighborhood. However, we seldom see each other because she's always on travel."

"Hi, ma'am! Glad to meet you. Ara always talks about you," I said, letting out a wide smile. Although Maezy looked kind and polite, giving us her radiant smile, I still felt intimidated by her refined movements and how she carried herself. She looked too elegant but unapproachable.  Judging from her features, I could tell she was still in her mid-twenties.

"Shut up, don't call me that. I have a name, and it's Maezy!" She laughed, and that laughter took off my first impression of her.

"Ara, Yen, let me introduce my husband to you through these frames," Maezy stood up and led us to the shelves which had her husband's photo frame.

"I first met him through an online dating site. When James and I took a vacation in Tokyo, I agreed to meet him. And in a matter of a few days, we got married."

I saw Ara gasping, making Maezy laugh. I did not understand what was happening, so I just smiled, keeping myself in place.

Who was James, her ex-husband? Her boyfriend?

"He's already 40 years old, but age doesn't matter in love as long as he has two G's." Maezy laughed again, and Ara and I stared at her in confusion.

"Two G's means two big words. One G for gold, and the other G for genitals. Alright?"

Ara giggled loudly, and Maezy slapped her shoulder gently, pointing her lips at me.

"Don't worry. She's already married, just a week ago."

"Oh, Yen. How was your wedding night? Were you able to walk the next day?" She winked at me and threw me a seductive smile.

I just smiled back, but my hand crept to Ara's side, pinching an inch of her fatty tissues. Don't get me wrong. She may be a little chubby, but she was beautiful and shapely. It was my way of telling her to keep her mouth shut. She giggled louder but rolled her eyes when I stole a glance at her.

Maezy then led us upstairs into her bedroom. My mouth hung open when my eyes fell at the two oil paintings on the wall. Those were paintings of two nude couples on heavy petting. And to my great shock, I realized that Maezy was the woman, and the man was Mr. Kim!

"My old man likes that," she said, pointing a finger on those two huge frames, "it turns him on."

I looked at Ara with my surprised reaction, and her eyes also widened. She apparently didn't expect that the woman Mr. Kim got married to was none other but her close friend! All she knew was that Maezy went to Japan to be with her boyfriend.

I then got confused. Since she married Mr. Kim, did it mean she broke up with that James she mentioned?

"Maez, you got married to Mr. Kim?" Ara's eyes almost popped out from their sockets.

"You know my old man?"

I got amazed at how easily those words came out of her mouth. Maybe because she knew that I was already married and that Ara was living with her boyfriend. Yet, I felt sick at the way she described her husband. The man in the painting was not old at all. He even possessed the looks of the man in my dreams. Sadly, there are some things not meant for us.

"These are my secret," Maezy continued, pulling out a drawer that revealed different sizes and shapes of what looked like sets of silicon tools.

My eyes widened when Maezy pulled out one of them that resembled the shape and size of a penis. "This is my favorite. It feels like the real one."

Then, she pulled out another one. "And this one is a wand vibrator, in case you do not know."

"Seriously, Maez? What happens to your husband's big G that you still need to use this?"

Maezy smiled and held Ara's chin. "My dear, sex is an art. Wealthy men get bored with vanilla girls. So, as a wife, you should not lose yourself to a mistress who uses all tricks to seduce a man."

Damn it, what does she mean by vanilla girls?

Goosebumps spread all over me as I listened to them. My mind couldn't grasp yet the full essence of being a married woman that Maezy was talking about. Ara stared at her without blinking, encouraging Maezy to proceed to her demonstration.

"These here are called clitoral vibrators. Look, these come in different shapes and sizes," Maezy picked up two of those in the set and showed them to us. "These sides around here will clamp to your labia, so the vibration goes directly to your button. And this one here hugs your clit directly."

I looked away to distract myself. I would surely die if they would see and notice something in my expression. I was turned on. And I even started to hate Zed for being too slow. I was one in a million women who remained a technical virgin a week after the wedding.

My attention dragged again to Maezy when I heard her continue her explanation. "If you want the sense of full, penile penetration, here's the monster size. You call it a dildo."

I got horrified when I looked at the size, imagining what Zed's possession looked like. I never dared to look at him fully, nor did he allow me to look at him. He only allowed me to hold him, but we did it under the covers. I no longer listened to them as Maezy continued discussing cock rings, G-spot stimulators, and many others. All I wanted was to go home and be with my husband.

Later that night, Zed finally positioned himself between my legs. I felt the head of his thing slowly entering my dripping territory. Just as he made his first thrust, I screamed.

"No, please. It hurts."

To my relief, he did not insist. He pulled his shaft out and let me hold it, helping him rub it up and down until spurts of fluid burst into my thighs.