Maid For Marriage

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I helped with making the fire. "Here." I was given supplies and ingredients and told to make traditional pap for everyone. Once again this was a test. A Zulu wife who can't make pap was the butt of every joke. Well the joke was on them.

I made pap in a huge cauldron like pot on the fire. I was given a long wooden spoon and obviously it wasn't the first time I had done this. My aunt made sure I could do all of this because my father planned my marriage since I was born. Me knowing how to be a traditional wife was part of my father's conditions when he allowed me to stay with my aunt.

When I was done everyone ate and Baba seemed to be in an extremely good mood. "I did not know you could do that." I just chuckled. "Baba you wake up to a bowl of porridge every morning. Where do you think it comes from?"
"I know but that's on a stove, in a normal size pot. What you did out there was amazing. Everyone is talking about you. They're very confused and amazed."

We were sitting on the couch making out when we got called into the big hut. It was weird that I also had to go with him but I did anyway.  I sat on a grass mat next to Baba with my head bowed as a sign of respect for my elders.

Luckily the conversation wasn't about me. I just had to accompany my husband. "First we will sort out the issue of your third and fourth wives, MaMlambo and MaGumede. By now they should know you're here. The whole village knows you're here but they haven't even set foot here.  We will go now and take them to their respective homes. After that we'll go and find MaCele. I've gotten word that she's at her mother's house."

We all got in cars and drove to Baba's village house. There was no reason for the cars because it was close to the homestead. I think it was more of an intimidation tactic. The house was big but I could tell it wasn't finished. He probably wanted to start his own homestead.

MaMlambo, Baba's third wife came to the door to greet everyone. The aunt's walked past her and scattered into rooms. She followed them and I heard screaming. "MaBhengu, go clean out the fridge. No body will be living here for a while and I don't want the place to be stinking up." Senzo's aunt we came with said.

I went to the kitchen and it was filthy. The whole place was covered in food and dishes. I didn't know what to do. The screaming got louder until MaGumede was behind dragging me out of the kitchen.

"Who do you think you are! Get out of my house!" She was pulled off me immediately. This is why I didn't want to be part of any of this. I would get blamed when I had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Women were screaming and babies were crying. Baba came to help me off the ground. "I don't want to be part of this. They'll blame me." I said quietly. "Okay, do you want to go back?" I nodded. He walked me halfway but he had to go back to the house.

I was a bit shaken up but I helped with the cooking and cleaning and that calmed me down. "MaBhengu." I heard that hoarse voice. It was the first time she addressed me. "Come sit." I sat in front of her on a grass mat.

"All I know about you is you're still very young and you're marrying my grandson. What's your name?" She didn't say anything scary. She just was scary. "My name is Thandi Bhengu." I said softly.  "Thandi. Okay. Who are your parents?" I hated these questions because they reminded me of everything I didn't have and everything that broke me.

"My father is Nkunzi Bhengu. My mother died when I was younger, her name was Thandile Shezi. My aunt raised me. Her name is Nthombi Bhengu." I was hoping she would let it go. People usually stopped asking after you told them your mother was dead.

"Were your parents married?" She carried on. "Yebo, Ma. My mother was my father's third wife." I wanted her to know that I wasn't new to polygamy because everyone always reminds me that I'm Baba's fifth wife. Meanwhile three of his marriages are falling apart.

"Oh, your father is polygamous? Okay." She said to herself and nodded. "I was hoping you would stay the week so we can teach you how to be a Dlamini wife and so you can get to know everyone." I immediately thought of Ma back home. "I'll have to check with MaRadebe first. I don't want to leave her alone for so long." I said and she seemed surprised.

"Okay, check with MaRadebe. If she says no I'll call her myself." I was sensing a lot of tension between the two. I went to our house and called Ma.

"Hello Makoti. How is it going."

"Hello, Ma. They went to the house this morning but they still aren't back. Ma, I'm calling because..."

"Because what? Thandi speak."

"Gogo wants me to stay the week but I said I'll check with you first. She also said she'll call you herself if you say no."

There was silence on the other line.
"Well, I guess she's going to need to call me herself then." Ma answered and I just knew this was going to cause drama. I just knew.

I got called to the kitchen again. "Did you call your mother-in-law?" Why was she so scary to me? She wasn't even doing anything. "Yebo, Gogo. She said that you should call her."

The conversation stopped there and the cars pulled up. Once again Baba didn't look okay. We dished lunch and I went to serve him. "Baba..." I didn't know what to say. "I'm fine, Mamakhe. Let's go have lunch in the house."

We went to the house and had lunch on our own when I got an idea. "Baba." I kissed his neck and he hummed in response. "I'm hungry." It was as if he'd gone completely stupid. "I'm sure there's still some food left over." For him to truly get the message I got on his lap. "It's not food that I want." He groaned in frustration. "Mamakhe, don't start things you're not ready to finish." I smirked and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Who says I'm not ready to finish what I start? Is this why you've been torturing me by making me wait? You think I'm not ready?" I question him and he looked flabbergasted. "Baby what are you saying? You're the one who's been torturing me. I've been waiting for you." I sighed. "And I've been waiting for you. No more waiting." I said and ripped his shirt open. His eyes went wide as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He finally clicked and pulled my dress all the way up and over my head. I was left only in my underwear. We started kissing each other as if our lives depended on it. "Baba." I said breathless. "Let's go to the bedroom." He picked me up, and I grabbed my dress before we went to the room.

He placed me on the bed not once breaking our kiss. Before I knew what was happening  my bra was off and he was half naked. He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. "Mm!" I moaned. I loved it but I needed him in me. "Baba, we can leave the foreplay for another day. I need you inside of me." I was totally out of breath. I had on a lace thong and he had no problem ripping it apart. "Baba." I was shocked.

He took his pants and boxers off in one swift move. My mouth watered when I saw how hard his dick was. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide. "You're so wet baby." He kissed and I felt him rubbing his dick against my wet pussy. He broke our kiss and lined himself up to my entrance. "Try and be quiet, okay?" I just nodded.

I hissed in pain when he pushed himself in. Yes I wasn't a virgin but I've only ever done this once. Even then I didn't do it properly. The guy was stupid and ran away at the sight of just a little blood. "Sorry baby." He moved in and out of me a few more times before it started feeling good. "Mm." I couldn't help it. It felt so good. "Baba." The sloshing sounds coming from between my legs was turning me on even more. "I'm going to go deeper baby. Is that okay?" I nodded. "Ah! Oh my God!" He kissed me as I moaned loudly. We just laid there like that for a little bit kissing each other. He slowly started thrusting in and out of me. "Baba! Ah!"
"Shh baby."
"Shit!" He chuckled satisfied with what he was doing to me. "Kiss me." He didn't hesitate. He started thrusting father. "Ah! Mm! Yes!" I couldn't keep it in and neither could he. His thrusts started loosing rhythm. I was so close. "Baba!" He groaned and grunted. He started kissing my neck and his thrusts became slow but hard.
"Ah!"
Thrust.
"Baba!"
Thrust.
"I'm..."
He thrust one more time groaning and grunting loudly. "Fuck!" I came so hard my legs were shaking. He came too. I could feel it.

We just laid their trying to catch our breath. It felt amazing. I wanted to stay like this forever.