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Bet Backfires: Husband experiences wife’s daily struggles in hilarious role reversal

I was very excited and accepted the challenge happily. My wife had been a pest to me and I needed to show her how much trouble she has been to me when I win and finally get to act her character for a week...


Bet Backfires: Husband experiences wife’s daily struggles in hilarious role reversal

So my wife and I made a bet once.
We agreed that whoever wins will pick up the other person’s character and act as he or she does, while the loser would have to bear that character for a week no matter how bad the character was.

The only rule was that you must portray only the character of that person for a week.

This meant that if I win, I get to be like my wife and act exactly as she does. And she will have to bear it for a whole week.😁😁😁

I was very excited and accepted the challenge happily. My wife had been a pest to me and I needed to show her how much trouble she has been to me when I win and finally get to act her character for a week.

I wanted her to know that I have been tolerating her, and all I tolerated was not as easy as she thought.

Things went down and I lost the bet.πŸ™†β€β™‚οΈπŸ™†β€β™‚οΈπŸ™†β€β™‚οΈ

My wife ended up winning and was now going to pick up my character and act exactly as I do around the house.πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

While I was very sad, she was excited and kept shaking her buttocks in my face.πŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ™„

During that one week, I suffered.😩😩

My wife woke up in the morning and asked for her breakfast to be served. She also made me cook morning afternoon and evening.

She would sit down like a Queen and command me like I was her servant.

“Bring me water.”

“Bring me my food.”

“Give me the chair.”

After hours of me cooking in the kitchen, while she sat leg-crossed in the sitting room, she opened her mouth and complained about the food.

“Why is there too much pepper in the food?”

“Your cooking did not taste good today.”

“Why is the pot of soup small?”

“Where did the money I gave you go to?”

“Give me my change.”

When I tried to complain that she was not appreciative enough, I realized that she was only acting how I acted.

That week, she brought out a bunch of clothes just as I usually do, and handed me money to buy soap and detergent and wash the whole clothes.

I did as she instructed and washed till my hands nearly pilled off.

I swept the house and cleaned while she watched TV in the sitting room.

I kept praying for the one week to run fast before my wife kills me before my time.

On Saturday night, while I slept, my wife started touching my nipples.

I told her I was tired and didn’t want to do anything.

She said it was going to be a quickie.

“I will not take long. Just small and I am done.”

I tried to make her understand that I had a busy day doing house chores and other work, but my wife refused to hear anything. She started kissing my neck and slowly removing my trouser. She kissed my ears and went on to suck my nipples.

Then she stopped and told me to turn my bumbum.😳😳😳

“Turn how?” I asked.πŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ™„

“Turn and twerk for me.” She requested.


“Yes na. Twerk. This is just the beginning seff. There is still more you will do for me before we enter the main business.”πŸ™†β€β™‚οΈπŸ™†β€β™‚οΈπŸ™†β€β™‚οΈ

I agreed, knowing that I had always asked her to twerk for me before we made love.

That was how I began to shake my waist like a snail.πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

Instead of my buttocks moving, I discovered all my body was moving with the buttocks.πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

My wife licked her hands like a dog and landed a terrible slap on my hard buttocks.

The pain was too much.

“Why are you slapping my nyash/Tumba now? What did my nyash/Tumba do?”πŸ€·β€β™‚οΈπŸ€·β€β™‚οΈπŸ€·β€β™‚οΈ

“Twerk for me. I am not slapping it. I am only spanking it and appreciating God’s creation. Twerk for me baby.” She persuaded.

I continued.πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

In my mind, I was crying.😭😭😭

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I was still trying to swallow the pain of the slap when my wife landed another slap on my buttocks and shouted.😳😳😳

“Woooo! Come on baby. Shake that butty that your mama gave you.”

The pain from her rubber hands felt like I was being beaten with rubber slippers.πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

l rolled instantly and fell from the bed to the floor.πŸ™†β€β™‚οΈπŸ™†β€β™‚οΈπŸ™†β€β™‚οΈ

Tears started coming out of my eyes. 😭😭😭

“Shake it, baby. Come on. Give it to me hard. Faster baby.”

“Shake what!” I shouted.😫

“Your ass baby. Give it to me faster.”

“Give you how? πŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ™„Is this how I use to do you? I use to slap your nyash slowly and softly in a romantic way, but you are now doing wickedness and slapping me like you are knacking eba. Do you want to peel my skin?πŸ™†β€β™‚οΈπŸ™†β€β™‚οΈπŸ™†β€β™‚οΈ Shake what? See remaining thirty minutes for this bet to finish. I am not doing again.πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

I stood up and ran to the sitting room. My wife followed me. Okay, one round.

“One wetin? I am tired. Everywhere is paining me. You have paralyzed all my nyash. Can’t you have pity?”πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™

“Do you use to have pity on me?” She asked.πŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ™„

“See baby, I know I have been wicked to you, but I will change. From now on I will not do all these things I use to do to you again. I get your message. It is clear. Your point has been made. Your face show and your shoe shine. Please forgive me. I will be a good boy from now on”πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™

My wife embraced me tightly.😍😍😍

That night I slept well.πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œ

Days later, I was tempted to spank her bum-bum again but opted from squeezing. πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

I don’t want problem.πŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ˜‚ lol

Cc: Gnomic TV

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