SIMPHIWE SHANDU THE HUSBAND
CHAPTER 16
NOZIMANGA
I don’t know whether to call this life or what. I have only been into a club once and after that I was banned. I am shaking my wounded heart on the dance floor. With Jele beside me I am literally not afraid of anything. I don’t even know how that is possible.
“Want to sit down?” He asks with his mouth so close to my ear sending signals to my body.
Jele has been all over me since we came here.
“Yea, let's take a break.” I agree. I never knew I had such moves.
He holds me from behind and rubs himself against me. He is drunk but not that drunk. I've been sipping water.
We preferred to sit alone away from everybody...just to have a space of our own. To enjoy one's company.
“Thank you.”
I say with my hand caressing on his hard self. He comes closer and whispers to my ear.
“Don't start something you wouldn’t finish.” He kisses her neck making me giggle.
“Trust me, you made me be something else.” that right. He has made me a sex, something I was defiantly not.
We look at each other through the flashing disco lights. I grab him by his neck and kiss him. His groan squeezing my left breast. As much as it hurts, I will not let pain stop me.
“Can we take this to the car?”
I whisper. I am already dripping wet. With my thighs pressed together - I just want him deep inside of me.
“I want it here and right now.” he unzips his pants and slides it down just below his butt.
I look at him in shock...
“What will people say?”
I don’t want to find myself in the front paper with the title –’The Cheating Wife’.
“Look around you and tell me what your eyes see.”
Indeed, my eyes take a tour until they landed on a two couple deep in each other's throat and everyone is walking past them like they are invisible. Another couple s finger fucking each other.
I cannot possibly find myself being fu...
“Woza endodeni.”
It's just how he says it that just makes me melt. He pulls me to sit on his lap giving him my back. He holds my waist and moves it around in circles. His hand finds the way to my clit. I am soaking wet.
“Mamazi,”
I barely can hear him but he is rumbly with curses for sure.
My thong being pulled aside...
“Are you sure?”
I am afraid. I am still a married woman, married to a bastard who has kids all over but failing to give me one. I am certain that there is another one out there and it is a matter of time before it comes out.
“I will never mislead you. Trust me mamazi.”
Who wouldn’t melt when being called mamazi?
He is fully in and I can feel him all the way up to my stomach.
“Ouch,” I cry to myself. With the speakers on high note no one can hear anything.
I was optioning for a vanilla slow-motion process but boy is pumping me like there is not tomorrow. I let out a loud scream but quickly closed my mouth and moaned within me. Jele has a way of just making everything in me move in every direction.
I know when he is about to release. He sinks his fingertips deep into my skin and pushes in too hard, making me tense. It hurts!
“Does it still hurt?” The pains are getting intense, making me uncomfortable. We decided to chill in the car. He wanted me to smell him all night but I had to put my foot down to fight justice for my nuna that needed to be cleaned.
“Yea, I just want to sleep. Guess I moved too much after a very long time.”
“Maybe it was me being rough on you. Let me take you home.”
My phone has been vibrating non-stop and I just know its Simphiwe. I just don't have the energy to see who is calling – but one thing I know for sure. It is that big bigheadedness. My phone vibrates again making me to sigh in annoyance.
“Aren't you going to pick it up?”
He asks scanning my face.
“I am just happy here with you.” I respond and look outside the window. Everyone here is living to their outmost best life. Carefree and happy. Unlike me who has issues with marriage.
“As much as I love spending time with you. I don't want to put your life at risk – already you have your life on the line because you are pregnant with my child.” I smile and wipe the tears from falling.
“Please read through that contract and make something useful about it.” He starts the car and drives off. I so wanted to spend time with him throughout the night and the fact that I am married makes matters worse. Ever wondered why don't leave him? I just don’t have the guts to. I love Simphiwe way too much to just pack my things and go. He is my first everything and letting go is hard. Will I leave without him? A question that always lingers on my mind. I don’t know, guess it will depend on the day when I get to finally leave, and when I’m done with him.
“Will see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself.”
I look at him for a good minute before jumping off. I am just mad that he doesn’t want to spend time with me.
