“Love what happened to you?” my husband asked me surprised after we were done. I was more aggressive and demanding of what I wanted in bed which was something I never did. Normally I allowed him to move around the way he wanted but today I had moved him around. He was not used to being manhandled in bed by me but by the looks of it he had enjoyed it.
“It’s the ecstasy!” I lied.
“Goodness you should take more of it if this is how things are going to be from now onwards!”
I laughed. “I won’t be going with you for Lintles interview. Nelisa is here so you can with both of them. I am sure they will love that!” I said to him.
“I am so exhausted and you want to discuss that now. Are you trying to kill me woman?” he said laughing. That was hectic sex yes but now let’s move on. We discussed the trip a bit longer and then he passed out on me.
“What am I going to do about this now?” I asked myself. I was having dirty thoughts about someone a few years older than Lintle. I should be ashamed of my myself. I know I have many faults and I most certainly did not want to add that to the list. I have never been a lustful woman. When I slept with George, terrible idea if I can say so myself, it was because of misguided anger handled badly. I did not even want him and considered him insignificant and still do to this day, even though he had possibly saved my ass at work. This was different though, I had met this boy today and I could not stop thinking about him. Was I losing my mind. I was still young enough to be attractive and below 40 so this was not a midlife crisis. I still had a good body and maybe not a flat tummy but definitely not a baby pouch. Suddenly I was feeling self conscious. I had a gym membership that was never used as I was on Discovery Insurance.
I fell asleep with the satisfaction of an orgasm but not from the thing I was craving most. It’s like being hungry for cake and craving it but ending up eating bread instead. I was having the most beautiful dream and just when it was about to reach perfection, you know in sex just when he is about to put the tip in, that moment, I felt someone shake me,
“Baby,” he shook me again,
“Baby… Wake up!”
It was Sizwe. Of all the times in the world he had to wake me up, he choose now! Dear Lord why am I being punished like this.
“Yes love what’s wrong…” I asked him.
“There is nothing wrong love. Its 5 o’clock we are about to leave. The girls are ready and already in the car.” he said to me smiling.
“What’s the smile for?” I asked him.
“You were moaning in your sleep I hope you were having fun!” he said teasing me, if only he knew. I covered my head embarrassed and took it out and said,
“Are you guys leaving already? What time is it?” I asked him. He told me and I saw him go take something out of the safe. We have a small safe in the bedroom where we keep extra valuables and it’s well hidden. I didn’t ask what it was he took out.
“I forgot to tell you, I asked Mapula to go to labour court yesterday. There are some forms we need to fill out for her. It was on the radio.” he explained. I hated it when my husband handled Mapula because at the end of the day I was the lady of the house. The problem was I was often at work meaning there was no time for me to do these things. It had reached a point were she did the grocery list and gave it to him before I even saw it. At the beginning I used to complain as it felt wrong but I realized that now I was the inconvenience.
“Ok that’s fine. It’s not like I am doing much anyway!” I said to him.
“Drive safe and tell me everytime you stop, okay?” I said. He agreed, kissed me on the forehead and left. I closed my eyes for a second but quickly got up because I realized if I did so I will sleep again. I did not want that at all even though there was no work for me today. I prepared myself and got ready. Around 6am I found myself in the gym. I had not been in here for so long but nothing had changed. The young fit girls who are obsessed with fitness like it will make them money were here, the muscular disgusting men who lift weights looking at themselves in the mirror wearing impossibly small vests and the fat women and unfit women like me looking confused by it all, all made up for the numbers. It was full so early in the morning. That was the gym for me. However, today something was different, I had motivation, a small boy whose surname I did not even know was in my head as I did the spinning. I was going to be sore at some point. At the counter I asked if I could get a personal trainer. They explained that I actually had to hire him on the side. Over and above the gym fee I had to hire a trainer. Daylight robbery this! For the amount of money you pay Virgin Active it’s crazy. Its like what Multichoice is doing now, you pay so much as is but over and above that you must rent other movies? No one seems to see a problem with that because I have heard no complaints! Sigh! Things are expensive.
The personal trainer thing was a bad idea because I signed him yes but after I was done, an hour an a half later I was sore. He said this was only going to get worse but in the long run I will be fine and get used to it if I was dedicated to it. He also advised I go on a diet if I wanted faster results because according to him, I can do as much exercises as I wanted but if I didn’t watch what I ate it would all be in vain. He emphasized once more that I will get used it when he saw the frown on my face. I wanted to laugh because how do you get used to being tortured.
“See you tomorrow!” he said as we parted. In my head I responded, “Like hell you will!”
I don’t shower at the gym because frankly speaking its creepy having grown women walking around naked showing each other their forests! I went home and took a shower. It was already pretty warm, so I decided lying by the pool would be great for me. I put myself on a fruit and vegetable diet but I know myself, I wouldn’t last a week.
I never liked sitting on the pool lounge chairs because they can never be too clean. We therefore only took out the chair cushions from the house when we wanted them. As I was putting it on the frame I could not help but feel like naughty Mrs. Robinson. That’s when the problem started. I should never have gone to gym. As I was lying down I had a cramp or muscle pull and screamed out in pain! It was the most painful thing ever. Out came Simon running from the back,
“What’s wrong?” he said as he ran towards me!
“I have a cramp ah!” I screamed trying to massage it myself lying on my stomach screaming into the chair cushion.
“You have to massage a cramp!” he instructed me like I did not already know.
“I know that Simon come give me the massage!” I screamed at him. I was in terrible pain and I needed the relief. He was not reluctant, he immediately ran to where I lay as I was wriggling in pain. I guided his hand to the back of my thigh where the pain was centred.
“You have to knead the muscle so that the circulation can return!” I instructed him.
“I know how to massage a muscle cramp. I play soccer so we have these a lot!” he said. I was grateful he knew. The relief was not immediate as can be expected but when I started feeling I have never been so grateful to have someone there. He was gentle but firm in his grip.
I think it was only when the pain started to subside that my brain started to function properly, shit! I had crossed a line. Yes I had been lusting for this boy but this was wrong. He was touching my thighs and what’s worse I was wearing leggings meaning that he was in close proximity to my ass. I saw a new campaign recently that says desexualize breasts but who are they kidding. This boy was on my thighs and there was no way he was not feeling sexual.
“Stop, stop, I am good now!” I said when my sanity prevailed. To his credit he stopped immediately. He had been on his knees as he was doing that so he stood up.
He turned away immediately but as he did so I caught a glimpse of something that made me blush.
Was that a boner I spotted?
Was he turned on by touching me!
“I have to go!” he said and immediately walked away so fast! I was not sure what to do as I was just as embarrassed for him as I was for me!
“Nothabo behave!” I told myself outloud as my thoughts turned to the inevitable question…
“How big is it?”
I bit my bottom lip!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
My brother you have a gift that I pray every day that someone with money and power will notice and reward you for. I want to see your works on TV and I hope one of the readers knows someone at Multichoice or ETV to introduce your work to them because this is amazing stuff.
I am a 41 year old nurse based at George Mukhari. I was married for 10 years but now my husband and I are not together anymore. He cheated and I cheated. Somehow we could not find room to forgive each other are now seperated. He stopped seeing the other lady but because she was someone I knew and worked with I never forgave him. I am still having an affair with the man I was cheating with who happens to be married. He has no intention of leaving his wife but that does not seem to disturb me. In fact I feel that if he were single I probably would not want him. He would become too clingy. I am not happy with my life as I feel lonely even when I am with him but I don’t see myself back with my husband. I want someone who will love me and I can love them back. I am a messed up person and need to find myself. How do I go around doing that as I have clearly lost my way.