The Happy Marriage

Just because Habiba ate her husband, this didn’t mean that he vanished off the face of the earth. She would spit him out every day so that he could go about his business, go to work, make a living, and then return straight home without even looking left or right. As though he were being guided by remote control, he obeyed his wife’s wishes, since she had the power to restore his human form whenever she chose. Whenever her husband came home, he would kiss her hand and offer her a bouquet of flowers, sometimes even some jewelry or some nice fabrics. He never came back empty-handed. He lowered his gaze whenever he spoke and never raised his voice. He would perform his prayers and wait for a sign from his wife, who would be ecstatic to see him. They would eat in silence, and he would give her all the tastiest morsels, doing so gracefully and politely. She would appreciate his silence and the kindness of those gestures. Toward the end of the meal, she would feel desire rising in her; it would only take a look to make her husband get up and precede her to the bedroom. He would sit there without asking any questions and wait for his sweetheart. He would also feel a strong desire rise within him. She wouldn’t give herself to him right away. She loved to make him wait, walking around him, brushing her fingers against his penis, assessing how hard he got and making his cock into her plaything. Her man would obey her and kiss her hand, her mouth, and her sex. He was completely in the moment and hers alone. The entirety of his sexual energies were devoted to his lawful wife.