You know when you go clubbing, get drunk with your male friends, emphasis on the friends and when you dance they touch your ass or boobs? Is that cheating? I know at office parties a lot of this touching business happens and usually it creates for an awkward Monday morning! As guys we look forward to these office parties because if truth be told, that’s the only chance you get to properly socialize with the office ladies some of whom are way beyond our league! With that said, it never really bothered me until now when I realized that the woman being groped could be my wife? As men we are selfish beings and we want to touch other mens wives and girlfriends but no one can touch ours! I know for a fact that I have touched an ass or two at office parties and it was matter of fact but hearing my wife has been on the receiving end made me angry and feel like a hypocrite!
I went home. Zimasa came in from school. We had bought a new uniform which if I recall was knee length but already she had altered it and now even standing it showed the back of her thighs. I always say this, high school kids today are out of order. Drive around today and you will meet girls whose blazers are longer than their skirts. Everyone, even men, blame other men for looking at them sexually but it’s pretty hard to ignore. She greeted me cheerfully and told me about her day but I was not listening. Wear stockings at least. At 17 Zimasa was very much a woman in every aspect physically yet she still could not sit properly. I do think though if this was a week ago I would have scolded her but with all that was going on why bother. She was my wife’s relative not mine. She asked me if everything was ok now between my wife and I and I told her that we will find out once she comes. Our DSTV remote has a problem so we have to switch it on at the decorder itself. The TV was off so Zimasa went to switch it on. She proceeded to bend over standing and was directly in front of me. She had to channel hop just to get were she wanted. Note I was looking at those thighs and I was salivating at this point. I am sure people will call me a pevert but they were not seeing what I was seeing.
My stare was disturbed when I heard the door open. I did not even hear the gate concentrating on these thighs. Imagine! My wife walked in and I thought she was going to start screaming. She put the grocery bags she had on the kitchen counter and asked Zimasa to go unpack them. She totally disregarded Zimasa’s short skirt as though it was matter of fact but let’s face it, most parents don’t really mind their daughters going to school semi naked like that. You can’t possibly tell me that all the girls you see in super short skirts change at school? Come on now! My wife came into the lounge and greeted me like everything was normal. She asked me if we can go to the study to talk. Ok this is new but I figured it was because of Zimasa.
She went into the kitchen and started making food. She was going to make us dinner I suppose which she never did after work but that was fine. It was not unusual. I watched her actions trying to see whether she was still angry or not but at this moment she looked really calm. Zimasa was not back in the tv room but was doing her homework. This time she was wearing leggings. I wanted to ask her how she was doing homework in front of the TV and expected to catch something but I figured why bother. I did not care anymore. Once or twice my wife came in and tried to make small talk but I really was not interested even though I had to keep up appearances. She was acting as though we she had not punched me yesterday. I played along though. Because I had not been able to do much work today I figured it was best I eat then hit the study. This way she would be asleep by the time I came up avoiding an awkward conversation. This should work. However a few minutes later she came and asked me if we could talk in the study. The moment of truth had arrived. I walked behind her like a scolded schoolchild. When we got in she asked me to sit and she sat and she came and she knelt in front of me as though we were parishioners in an Anglican church. Kneeling is a sign of submissiveness and humility none of which my wife had as far as I was concerned.
“I am sorry about what happened last night. That is not the couple we are nor should be!”
She said calmly,
“You are my husband and I was wrong to sleep outside whether gay or not! You were right to be angry and to question me and for this I really do I apologize. When I saw you walk into my office today I saw the disappointment on your face. It really broke my heart that I was causing all this! I am also sorry for hitting and whats more I am grateful you did not hit me back because I know you would have killed me!”
She did all the talking. This woman was full of surprises I tell you. I wanted to laugh in her face but I held myself together. I told it was fine it’s nothing we can’t fix. She said to me,
“Please don’t say no to what am about to. It’s something I want to do and I don’t want you to fight me please!”
Was she going to ask me to leave? If I said yes could I leave by that decision? No I don’t think so. However because I hesitated in my response she assumed my silence to be consent. She did something I did not expect. She pulled down my pants from sitting position and because I was not hard gave me a blowjob, pulled down her panties and had sex with me. I won’t call it making love.
When we were done she stood up and said,
“It’s time we had a baby in the house!”
And she left and went out of the room leaving me there with my pants down!
I was not sure what to think! I sat there for thirty minutes before I was startled out my deep thoughts by a phone call. It was an 021 number.
“This is the Wynberg Police station and you are talking to Lft. Mbuyane I am the investigating officer in a murder that took place in one of our cells and we would like to ask you some questions!”
I sat up in a jolt because I knew exactly what they were talking about!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Thank you for the great read.
My problem is, I am 27 and three years ago I lost my husband. Not fiance but husband. We had been married for two years when he died making me a widow at 24. We already had a baby. It was a very tough time emotionally for myself. Family stepped in to help but what I lost was big. Financially we were stable as he life policies because of his job. I too had just completed my degree and a month after he died I got a new job. It was a good thing because at least people did not pity me there because they did not know what had happened. I even changed my church because it had become a pity party for. Everytime I went people would come ask me questions and offer condolences which just reminded me of him. I was hurting.
Now it’s three years and I think I am ready to date. This sweet guy asked me out on a date and I accepted. However when I got to the date he mentioned something my late husband used to like and it was quite accidental. I could not help it but started crying. I don’t know what to do because I feel like I will never be able to start dating again. I think about my late hubby all the time.