The Happy Marriage

However, one evening he seemed a little distracted, and he ejaculated before making her climax. Habiba slapped him resoundingly across the face. Ever since that time, her husband made love to her even more attentively, devoting himself entirely to her pleasure. His mind, which was fully involved in the sexual act, would stimulate her and prepare her for the lovemaking. She would entice him with her perfume, and the scent of her flesh, the natural smell of her armpits, and the folds of her skin. He once imagined that he’d found her in a tent in the desert at night, her face draped in a veil. She crawled on the carpet on all fours, the veil slipped off her head, and she started sucking his testicles, sometimes swallowing them until she almost choked on them. On another occasion, he saw her while she’d been squatting and in the midst of cleaning her intimates, and had come up from behind her, taking her by surprise, and mounted her. She let him have his way with her, moaning like a woman in need. Sometimes the way they moved their limbs made them look like they were in perfect sync. While they made love, they spoke only a little, moving and loving and falling asleep in each other’s arms. They had become one and the same. He never tried to dominate her. He knew she wouldn’t tolerate it. Each time she spit him out again, she told him all about her desires and fantasies. The moment Habiba desired her husband, he would awake and fulfill her cravings. Sometimes after they made love, Habiba even told her husband to sleep in another room. He wouldn’t object, knowing she had her reasons. Her man belonged only to her, and nobody could ever take him away from her.