The corruption in this country is so rampant I strongly doubt it can ever be fixed. It’s not just the ANC, the DA too. I have always been vehemently opposed to it but today, at this moment, now that I was benefiting from it, all was forgotten. My husband was back home and my daughter was coming back to her old self. She was even at school I did not want to jinx this by over celebrating. The relief of Sizwe’s face was priceless. He was happy.
“Let’s get as far away from here as possible before the man changes his mind!”
He said and I laughed. We walked to the car literally at a trot pace because he was not kidding.
“Baby we made it!”
He said as he started the car. He kissed me and screamed hallelujah in the process. I was glad that his spirits were up again and all I wanted now was to panel beat my family back into shape. For too long now we had allowed distractions in it and we were almost at breaking point. When we got home he was dancing and dancing with me. It was a bit embarrassing as Mapula was cleaning the lounge.
“Mapula, can you please go buy the vegetables. I did not get a chance to buy them on the way here!”
I told her. She had asked for them in the morning. The shops were not that far but it was a good 30 minutes’ walk. She often said she enjoyed walking because it gave her a chance to be out of the house and breathe so I was not bullying her. I am always concerned about how black people especially treat their help. Sizwe was getting laid today. Call it celebratory sex if you want but it was happening. This is the demise of most black people especially young ones as most first borns are either August September babies as they are festive babies. We simply don’t know how to balance us celebrating with us being responsible.
I so wish as black people we had a song like white people. You know that Barry White kind of song which when it plays you know somebody going to get laid! We don’t have that because the closest we have to a crooner is Donald and nah guys, I am not about that life. What’s left is a choice between Kuze Kuse and that Sweetie Sweetie song and uhm, if you get laid to those two songs then we all know he is buying. Taxi music simply doesn’t work. We need something slow and sensual and when will we ever reach that stage in this community.
“Remember that thing you wanted to do yesterday?”
I said to him whispering in his ear. He loved it when I nibbled his ear so I did that and I could feel the electricity go down his spine. Men are weak and the only women who have truly discovered the true power of sex are the ones who are paid for it. This includes married and dating people with one man because whether you like it or not, our men pay more to maintain us than they do to maintain themselves. All those presents you get whilst dating don’t come because you make good conversation in bed! They come because you look good and fuck even better! That ring didn’t come because when you go to church with him you pray louder than others, no, it came because you could balance all that shit well but still fucked better! In our women rights democracy we are not allowed to say such truths because bathi it’s sexist or chauvinistic but truth is truth. Why do you think sugar daddies exist in the first place?
“Yes baby I remember…”
He said and let out a little whimper as though he was a puppy yearning for something.
“Well, it’s been too long and I want to feel you inside me…”
I continued. I was wearing a pencil skirt and my blouse was tucked in so just took off my panties. It’s not the easiest thing to do in such a skirt, I kid you not!
“Let’s go upstairs!”
He said very excited but I wanted there to be a sense of naughtiness and adventure between us. If we were going to have a baby then there had to be of these adventurous things between us.
“Why go upstairs baby? There is nobody here. It’s too far and we are celebrating. We have to be spontaneous so we doing it here and now!”
I said to him and he hesitated just for a second. He clearly had not been laid for a long time. I felt guilty about it because I was to blame but I didn’t let it show.
“It’s going to have to be a quickie because Lintle is coming home soon!”
He said as he took off his pants. Now I remember why having sex with my husband is such a chore. He wants to have a conversation during sex. Why was he talking about Lintle now? These are things that turn me off and I have told him this a million times before!
“Shhh baby stop talking and put a baby inside me…”
I said to him. Folks ,talking dirty is not a black thing nor something you can say to your wife. It’s unnatural to be called bitch and whore during sex. Only girlfriends, prostitutes and side dishes (the last two are one and the same really) are the ones who get spanked and degraded in the name of sex so when Sizwe slapped my ass I jumped up in shock!
“Easy there tiger you been watching too much porn!”
I said to him slightly bemused. He apologised and said he wanted to try out this spanking thing because it turned him on. It was his day so I let him do it but told him to calm down and be more gentle as I still needed to sit on this ass later. We laughed. He took off my skirt, after a bit of a struggle and he knelt at the edge of the couch to go down on me. It’s something he said he enjoyed doing but realistically who enjoys licking someone’s pussy unless you are a lesbian and even then it can’t be that pleasurable to the giver.
Where was he learning these things from?
With my knees on either side if his shoulders, hold his head in place, he found my clit with his tongue and that’s when the ABC’s started. He was making letters with his tongue on it and it was driving me crazy. He was not licking no sucking for that matter, just moving his tongue around in the right place. Experience really matters. I could feel my thighs clench involuntarily as the pleasure was taking me to places I cannot even remember having. Ladies, if a man refuses to go down on you, never ever go down on them no give them sex. This shit is heaven! I held his head tightly in place as he worked his magic until he pulled back and said,
“Calm down baby I still want to breathe!”
I laughed at myself and thank heavens he was not quite done yet. Hadn’t we agreed on a quickie but who was checking? In moments I achieved my orgasm! The tongue often guarantees you one so for all those who say they have never had one, there you go. I was super sensitive now so I ask him not to go in immediately. I was lying on my back on the four sitter couch, my legs facing the door but they were wide open in a V shape, knees up. My husband walked to my face and I took his dick into my mouth! He must have thought he was in the wrong house with the wrong woman because this is not something I do easily. Sizwe was not too big but he was not too small either. Truth be told George was a bit bigger but one thing I loved about this man was that he was clean. His dick did not have funny smells, it never did. When I took him into my mouth I could see even from my lower position the smile on his face. Men love blowjobs and women who think that they are too good to give their men head deserve to be and are in fact cheated on! That one I say out loud but did this mean Sizwe was cheating because I know for a fact I hardly ever give him that? He was clenching his fists and I think this was to stop him from getting over aroused. Another thing about Sizwe was that he was not one of those guys who took long to get hard again. Normally after ten minutes from cumming he could get hard again on his own but I am sure today we could break a record if I keep my mouth on him if he ‘came’. So I was not worried at all when he said,
“Baby, I can’t hold it in much longer, we need to stop otherwise I will cum in your mouth!”
Ladies I know it’s impolite to talk with food in your mouth but today I made an exception to the rule and mumbled some words that were supposed to be,
“It’s ok baby you can come in my mouth, will spit!”
Therein lies the trick question of oral sex. Spit or swallow! Most women say the spit but where? Do you jump up and run look for a bathroom just to get the shit out of your mouth? I don’t think so. Logic says swallow because imagine if you were to spit on the bed as it happens so fast. His body starts convulsing and men tend to hold you tighter and in place when they cum just as we hold him tighter in sex.
“Did you just say I can cum in your mouth?”
He asked me incredulously. I mumbled my yes and I think that’s what took him over the edge because it would never ever happen again. As soon as the first spurt came out of his dick, he screamed,
And at that very moment I heard the door open,
“Mum, dad what are you doing, eeeuw!”
I knew that voice and it was Lintle and in came in four other school kids with her, two boys and two girls. Sizwe was mid-cum so he pulled out of my mouth and his semen landed squarely on my face before we could do anything about it.
“Sorry Nothabo I had to pick all of them up, they have a project which is a gro…”
An adult voice said entering the house behind the kids. It was Noma and she was with her husband. That’s where I knew him from, he was the judge!
I quickly tried to cover but the only piece of material that was there was my skirt and ladies know a pencil skirt is not something you just slide into if you want it on in a rush. You have to wiggle in it and for us black women with our big asses it’s quite a squeeze. I ran holding my skirt into the study.
To say I was humiliated at this moment is a really a nonstarter. Sizwe ran in after me and the fool left his pants.
“Ok everybody out please!”
I heard an equally humiliated adult voice say. It was Noma. I heard the door close and said,
“Go take your pants! I am never coming out of here! Go send everyone home please!”
I told him. He almost had that
Face but I was not the one standing here with no pants with cum dripping of the tip of my penis. He peeped out of the door and I said,
“Really Sizwe, they have already seen it all and you heard them go outside!”
I said annoyed. Being seen nude is one thing but in the position I was in, with cum dripping off my face, it was quite another. I had lost all self-respect!
My husband came back in wearing pants now. We heard a car drive off and my phone received a text,
“Mum I am going to do the group assignment at Aunty Noma’s house! Please clean the couch!”
Lintle said cheekily. I was so embarrassed.
Fuck, I still had to go pick her up meaning I would have to look Noma in the eye!
Ground please open and swallow me now please!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I am a 39 year old married woman. I have been married for 15 years now and two weeks ago my twins and their father walked in on me cheating. They caught me having sex with another man at home. I know I was so stupid to bring the guy to my house but things happened so fast. He came to pick me up and one thing led to the other. My girls are 14 by the way. They were supposed to be on their way to their grandmothers but halfway there a call came in to say there was a funeral so they turned back.
My husband has not said a word about the incident and he is not even ignoring me. He talks to me like it’s normal. I want to beg for his forgiveness but I don’t even know where to start. The girls however have made it clear that they want nothing to do with me. They confronted me about it and the humiliation was something I can never get over. I work with the man but my husband does not know that. He is married too. He dumped me soon after saying that now my husband knows it will become messy if we continue. I feel so cheap!
I know I messed up and there are no excuses but how do I open the dialogue with my husband? Is the fact that he did not fight me a sign that he does feel a need to fight for me? Does this mean he does not want me? I am so confused and am pulling my hair out! What if he kills me in my sleep?