The Story Of A Black Successful Girl

Chapter 15

Zimi
(We're back in Durban, and things are going well. Our schedules are still quite hectic. Currently, I'm rushing to finish a report that's due today for approval. The stress is overwhelming, and I just want to complete it. I decide to pack up and head home, where I can work in a more relaxed environment. I grab my belongings, head for the parking lot, get in my car, and drive home.

Upon arriving, I notice that Mvelo isn't at home. I change into a short, body-hugging dress and head to the study to avoid distractions. The change of scenery seems to be working wonders, and I'm able to finish the report. I send it to the boss and await their response.

While in the study, I spot something on the bar trolley. Mvelo's cognac and some expensive gin and tonic catch my eye. I decide to pour myself a drink to celebrate completing the report. After a few sips, I'm feeling the effects, and I can't resist having a bit more. I take my belongings and head out.

Next, I start making dinner, craving dumplings and stew, and opt for lamb. Just when I'm getting into cooking, my husband, Mvelo, walks in, looking incredibly handsome. His shirt's top buttons are undone, and it's impossible not to notice how attractive he is.)

Mvelo: "Hi, baby." (He places his bag on the counter, washes his hands, and stands behind me, holding my waist.)

Zimi: "Hi, my love." (He kisses my neck.)

Mvelo: "Why are you looking so hot, sikwenzeni?" (He says as his hands explore down my thighs, my dress being quite short. He turns me around, squeezes my ass, and places a warm kiss. I can't help but be affected; my breath hitches. He steps back and looks at me with a mysterious expression.)

Mvelo:"You're incredibly hot right now, like a heater!" (He leaves me, still smiling, and heads upstairs with his bags.)

Mvelo
(I change into something more comfortable, opting for shorts and an oversized T-shirt. I take my bags to the study, placing them on the couch before relaxing in the chair. I get up to pour myself some cognac. I'm not much of a gin drinker, but it seems like the gin glass has been used. I sniff both glasses, and one clearly smells of gin. While I was downstairs kissing my wife, I thought I detected the scent of alcohol in her mouth, but I brushed it off, thinking it might have been something she ate. Her eyes didn't suggest she was tipsy either. Now, discovering this raises concerns because no one has visited us this week. Zimi can't be secretly drinking behind my back, can she? I don't mind her drinking, but if she's going to start, she should tell me instead of keeping it a secret. I'm becoming increasingly frustrated by her actions.)

I decide not to confront her right now, as she doesn't seem to be acting strangely. I'll have to keep an eye on her from now on. I head back downstairs and find her bending over, searching for something in the bottom cupboard. I can't resist the temptation, damn she's killing me, I'm definitely tapping that ass tonight.)

Mvelo: "Baby, that dress is driving me crazy."

Zimi: "Well, that's the idea."

Mvelo:" You're heartless."(She smirks.)

Zimi: "I love you, baby."

(We're enjoying dinner together, my wife and I, but I can't shake the feeling that she's been dishonest with me. Despite this, I can't bring myself to be angry with her because she's acting perfectly normal; nothing seems amiss. I wouldn't mind having a wife who enjoys a drink, but I've grown accustomed to her not drinking. I never worry about her embarrassing me in my absence, and my family doesn't hassle me about having a wife who enjoys alcohol. She's exactly what I had hoped for when I described my ideal wife to my friends.

She stands up, taking our dishes to the sink, and I find myself undressing her with my gaze. She returns after washing the dishes, sits down, and catches me staring at her. She smirks.)

Zimi: "Is there something on your mind, Mr.?"

Mvelo: "Can't I admire my wife without any interruptions?"

Zimi: "You've been staring for quite a while. What's going on?" (She stands, walks over to me, cups my face, and kisses me before looking into my eyes.) "Are you sure you're okay?"

Mvelo: "I'm fine, my love." (I'm certain she can sense my mood.)

Zimi: "Alright, then. If you're fine, let's see if you can handle this."

(She says as she straddles me, kissing me and removing my t-shirt. She's starting something she might not be able to finish. She kisses me, caresses my chest, and plants wet kisses all over. She's grinding against me, and I'm already becoming very aroused. I grab her, pulling her dress up, only to discover she's wearing nothing underneath. She moves up, allowing me to remove my shorts. She takes my firm member, guiding it inside her, and moans in my ear, which drives me wild. She rides me skillfully, taking control and looking incredibly attractive. I thrust into her, and she's moaning with pleasure, screaming as her climax approaches. She holds onto me tightly, reaching an electrifying orgasm that leaves her trembling. She continues riding me, and I feel myself nearing release. She attempts to dismount, but I hold her down, thrusting my full length into her. She screams and rolls her eyes as I release, and she rests her head on my chest. I hold her close, and after a minute, I carry her to the bathtub, where we soak for nearly an hour before heading to bed, quickly drifting off to sleep.)