Wedding night

Dear Tutu,

Of course you know I would want to remain very anonymous
I got married in 2015....to someone I thought was my soul mate
Courtship was awesome,   we were virtually dying to spend d rest of our lives together
Our families were close knit...so it was natural for the two first borns( my hubby and I ) to solidify the decade long family friendship

My wedding day was awesome....I had a dream wedding, a July wedding
I had always thought a bride in July remains a bride forever!
How wrong I was!
And so we proceeded to a five star hotel for our honeymoon... but, what a honeymoon!
I had gotten some really sexily skimpy underwear....red satin, blue, green, virginal white. I had gotten a teddy too. I also made a secondary school pinafore and top to play the role of a  sexy student with her teacher act.....
I didn't stop at the school girl uniform, I also made a policewoman's uniform, complete with handcuffs and a baton
I wanted sex to be hot and sizzling for the two of us
I wanted to wow my new husband.
Sheer lingerie in different erotic colours plus g string flimsy panties completed my ensemble
My girls had been instructed on how to set up the room.
Candles lit, everywhere, the bed liberally sprinkled with jasmine and red rose flowers
The whole floor liberally dotted with red roses
It was to be....the night to remember!
If only I knew, surely you can’t tell the mind’s construction from the face according to Shakespeare, how true that is!
Well, after the reception done in a hall with all the effects, lightning etc, we, the newest couple in town were ushered into the snow white limousine. We were feted and plied with several tiny glasses of champagne by the best man and my bridesmaid
Finally, we were ushered into our spacious suite by the hand wringing, anxious to please, Hotel manager, into the exotically arranged suite
I had a shower, my hubby said I should go first that he just wanted to put his foot up for a bit.
I took my time to shower, my first shower as Mrs X…..of course I was giddy with the excitement and anticipation of our  first love making!
I was done and walked naked into the room only to find my hubby snoring slightly, in his underwear!
It was anticlimactic because I thought I was making a grand appearance!
I dressed quickly in my sheer blood red lingerie( which left nothing to the imagination) and shook him to wake him up, he woke slowly,gave me a lazy look and then told me he was just too exhausted to shower and promptly closed his eyes to sleep!
I was enraged and frustrated..this cannot be happening to me on my wedding night!
I had promised to gist my homies about the love making, our very first love making, after very frustrated nights of hugging my pillow to myself during our courtship
This cannot be happening to me?!
Careful, I told myself. Let me give him time to rest, in the middle of the night I’ll try to roust him up and then we can proceed!
I barely slept, I tossed and turned on the bed, my body afire, my loins wanting, needing desperately to be assuaged
At two am, I decided to try. I was all over him, touching sensitive spots, pressing my very considerable bosom against him, desperate now for relief from the sexual tension threatening to tear my loins apart. He mumbled something and after a while he woke up obviously upset
‘ What the Hell is wrong with you, can’t you let me rest for Goodness sake!’
‘ Honey I want you, I need you' I mumbled confused ‘ We’re married now, please make love to me' I pleaded, almost piteously.
He looked me over with contempt
‘ is that why you’re dressed as a tramp?!’
‘ Do you think this' he waved his hands up and down my lingerie' Will make me want you?!’
I married you for companionship. Sex, doesn’t interest me, has never interested me, will never interest me!’
I stared at my hubby, mouth agape…I couldn’t believe what I was hearing
I thought he was joking, that night
For a whole year in the marriage, I kept hoping my hubby would have sex with me, he never did, not even a kiss, not a remote caress
When I noticed I was getting mentally unstable as a result of sexual frustration, I moved out. I couldn’t tell a soul why, and he never came looking for me.
This is my story, I don’t think I can trust any other man again, am just too scared to try.