Laced

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Nambitha Zungu

“Travel safely. Please be careful on the road.” she says pulling me in for a hug.
It’s 1am, Muzi only came back 10 minutes ago, and he is rushing me to go. Zama is already in the car, she’s sleeping in the back, wrapped in a throw. I don’t blame her, it’s so cold. I’m just as exhausted as she is, it’s been a long ass day, and I haven’t been able to sleep since Muzi left the second time.
Zuzile also pulls her brother for a hug, and she’s whispering something in his ear because he’s nodding.
“Please don’t worry about anything, take this time to relax.” That’s Mr Mfusi, squeezing my shoulder.
He’s not a man of many words so I’m shocked that he’s speaking to me.
“I’ll do just that.” I reassure him. He just nods.
“I will find these people and they will pay; I promise.” he says again.
This looks personal to him. How crazy is it that these strangers care so much about me? I feel cared about, loved.
“Thank you.” that’s all I can say.
Muzi says his goodbye to him before he takes my hand and leads me to the car. He opens the front seat for me, helps me buckle up like a little child before he goes to his side. In no time we take off, silence gracing the car.
I have a few questions to ask, but he doesn’t look keen to speak, in fact he looks so miserable.
“What's wrong?” he asks.
Is he sensing me?
“With what?” I play dumb.
Of all people, I know more than anyone that you don’t speak to Muzi when he looks this miserable because he will snap at you. I don’t even want to begin.
“I know you want to ask something or say something, so say it.” he says.
He sounds annoyed already.
“I don’t want to annoy you.” he scoffs.
I give him a side eye.
“Nambitha, I don’t need your petty drama right now.” hayike!
“I didn’t even say anything Muzi, you were the one that pestered me, I was keeping my questions to myself because I can see you are annoyed.” he just keeps quiet.
I do the same, I’m not in the mood for his mood swings, I already have my own moods, I’m three days sex deprived.
I turn on the heater and cover my chest with my gown before turning my head to face the window.
I need to sleep.
“You can’t sleep, you are going to make me sleepy.” Muzi complains.
“Pull over and let me go to the back then.” I’m not having it.
“Come on Nams.” nope, I said I’m not having it.
Sleep it is then!

•••

I’m sleeping in a comfy bed, and the last I checked, I was sleeping in a car, on a dreaded long drive to wherever we were set to go.
I sit up and scan my surroundings, it’s a small cosy room, the bed is also smaller than my own bedroom, but the decor is gorgeous. Is this the hideaway house?
If it is so then I cannot believe I slept the whole way here and did not hear a single thing, I don’t even remember being carried into this house. I roll out of bed and make my way out the door. As I stand helplessly in the hallway, I can hear chatter and laughter. I follow the sound and I feast my eyes upon Muzi and Zama.
They look cosy, both wrapped in blankets, drinking hot chocolate. The house is very warm, and the atmosphere is so light. I’m guessing it’s still cold outside.
“Finally, you woke up.” Zama says smiling at me.
I return the smile and I make my way to Muzi. He opens up the blanket for me and I snuggle tightly in his arms. I’m so tired, but I don’t want to sleep anymore. I’m tired of sleeping.
“Are you okay?” Muzi asks, kissing the top of my head.
My hair is a mess by the way, I don’t like looking like this. 
“Yeah, I’m okay. Where are we?” I ask.
“Mpumalanga. We arrived just a few hours ago. I didn’t know you could sleep so much.” I chuckle and Zama laughs.
“Nams how could you sleep throughout a 9-hour trip and continue to sleep another 2 hours after arriving.” Zama asks still laughing.
“I don’t know, I was tired I guess.” I haven’t really had proper sleep since I got out of ‘jail’.
“Well, I’m glad you are awake baby, you should get something to eat, shower and settle in.” Muzi says.
“I’ll make you something quick.” Zama offers.
Muzi thanks her and as soon as she stands up, he cuddles me even tighter.
“You are one heavy sleeper.” he mocks me.
“Okay Muzi I get it…I was tired.” he lifts my face and kisses me.
“I missed you while you were sleeping.” I’ve missed him in general, I haven’t spent time with him in ages.
He continues to deepen the kiss, his hands running all over my body, getting me heated up and ready for action. I’ve lost myself so much that I forget that we have a third person in the house.
She clears her throat and we both startle like kids caught in the act.
“Sorry to interrupt, your food is ready.” she puts the tray on the coffee table.
“Thank you.” Muzi says before I can.
Now it’s awkward, she’s staring at me intently and I can’t help but shake the feeling that she is jealous.
We had one night of absolute passion, and I had promised her more; another moment of passion to do more than we did the first time. I think she’s still holding me to that.
“I’ll be in my room.” she says finally looking away from me.
As soon as she disappears down the passage, Muzi pokes me.
“You have strong sexual tension! When are you asking her?” is he crazy!
“First of all, husbands don’t go around looking for the sexual tensions their wives have with other people, secondly, we just got here, it’s already awkward, I don’t want to make it worse by asking for a threesome.” I whisper the last part and he just chuckles.
“I’m not an ordinary husband. And trust me, I wouldn’t be this chilled if it was a man. I’d pay millions to see you getting it on with her.” I just shake my head in disbelief.
I can’t believe this is the person I chose to spend the rest of my life with.
“What millions? You don’t have any.” he tickles me.
“Uyaphapha, eat your food.” he puts the plate on my lap.
It’s barely the first day since we arrived here, if we are to stay for another week or two, we can’t make it awkward on the first day. If she says no, the air will turn thick with tension, and it will be unpleasant for all of us.
I’d rather not.
“You didn’t tell me what you found. If you guys came back so late then you must have found something lucrative.” he gives me a little smile.
“So, the bastards went as far as registering a fake company to pull this off. The people that approached us were not the supposed directors. So, we found the idiots that registered the company, got them to tell us who it is exactly that hired them to do this, and why.” that’s actually a breakthrough.
“And what did they say?” he chuckles.
“It’s a woman by the name of Samkelisiwe Zulu. At first, I thought it was one of the girls I’ve screwed in the past and wanted revenge, for whatever reason they may, but as we dug deeper, we found that her name was used illegally, and she doesn’t know anything about this company. So now Sbali is working on finding this Samkelisiwe and getting her to speak.” damn.
“Do you have a picture of her?” I don’t know, but that name sounds very familiar.
“No, I don’t.” shit!
And I don’t have a phone, I would stalk her on social media.
“What? Do you know her?” he asks excitedly.
“I don’t know. The name sounds shockingly familiar, I just don’t remember where I know it from.”
“There are a lot of Samkelisiwe Zulus in the country, we just were able to find her quicker because we had all her personal details like date of birth, ID number and all of that.” he’s not wrong, the name is very generic.
“How the hell did you get all of that?” that is super confidential information.
“Kabelo Mfusi is a powerful man.” Damn, okay!
“So, am I ever going to get a phone?” because I’m really suffering.
This involuntary social media cleanse is not fun.
“You can use my phone if you want to call your dad, and keep up with the latest make-up trends, but for now, you can’t have your own.” Muzi really doesn’t rate me.
Not one single bit.
“Who said that’s all I do on my phone?” he gives me a wide smile.
“I know my woman.” that has me blushing.
I am his woman; it feels good to hear that. I put the plate of unfinished food on the coffee table and climb on his lap. I think I’ve waited long enough.
“Baby, we aren’t alone…” I shake my head for him to keep quiet.
In fact, let me shut him up with a kiss. I can’t wait forever, it’s not like I’m a virgin again. I’ve missed this man, I don’t care whether the president is in the next room and could walk in on us, as long as I get what I need right now.
“Why are you wearing sweatpants with no underwear in the presence of another female?” I ask in between our kisses.
He just chuckles like I’m asking him something funny.
“I thought she’s only into girls.” he answers as he fondles with my breasts.
“That gives you no right to go around showing off my things, it’s my dick.” I reprimand him.
I gently start to stroke it, and he groans, biting my lips.
“Do we understand each other?” I ask, dominating him.
“Yes ma’am.” good!
He lifts my dress and fondles with my underwear, and you can tell it’s getting in the way, frustrating him. He roughly rips through the lace with his fingernails. That hurt but it was a complete turn on, I’m not complaining. He puts his hands on my waist, grips on it and lifts me up to sit on it.
I feel a sense of familiarity when my walls stretch to accommodate him. He lets out a loud grumble, so much I have to cover his mouth. His eyes literally roll to their sockets.
“Don’t you dare cum; I’m going to kill you.” I whisper.
He chuckles lowly, more like a grumble.
“Oh, baby I missed you!” he flexes his hip and starts to fuck me.
That’s it. I also start matching his rhythm, and I feel his tip gently grazing on my lady spot. He’s already covered in sweat, his face is turning red like a tomato, but I don’t blame him, we didn’t take off our clothes, we have a blanket over us, and heater is on. We are adding our own heat by doing this.
“You are so perfect.” he says stroking my face.
I can feel my cheeks heating up or is it the warmth in this room. I’m trying to regulate my moans, but my man has a magical penis and how could you possibly keep it down? He shuts me up with a kiss when he sees that it’s starting to escalate.
He guides my waist to grind on him faster as his pace slows down and that quickly sends me to the edge, making me cum so hard I scream out his name.
He watches me as my whole body trembles uncontrollably, and he just laughs.
“You good?” he asks with a smirk.
I just offer him a nod. I can’t possibly speak after that!

•••

Muzi is out getting us supper, I’ve been trying to avoid Zama since Muzi left, but we share the same bathroom, I just ran into her in the passage. She was going there as I was coming out from showering.
The first thing she did was block me from leaving, she was breathing down my neck.
“How long are you going to avoid me?” she asks, sounding very jealous.
“I’m not avoiding you.” I say trying not to look her in the eye.
She’s following my eyes. Nambitha you are horrible at pretending.
“I heard you fucking him, you could have at least had the decency to keep it down.” I clear my throat.
“He’s my husband, I’m allowed to have sex with him, and scream as loud as I want.”
“Not when I’m in the next room. Not when you know I want you. How do you think it makes me feel hearing you scream like that for another person that isn’t me?” I shake my head.
“I don’t owe you anything Zama…” she interrupts me.
“No, you do. You owe me one more night of pleasure like you promised. I want you to sit on my face and scream my name when I eat you out. That’s what you promised.” she speaks so seductively.
Yes, she’s still holding me to it!
“Muzi knows about us.” I blurt out hoping it will shake her.
Instead, she gives me a big smirk.
“Even better then, now we can share you, and no one has to be jealous.” I’m not a possession.
I remember Muzi’s words from earlier, how he said he’d pay millions to see us fucking.
NO! I’m not easy.
“I’m not an item you two can just pass around.” I say firmly.
She chuckles.
“Fine. We will see how far you keep up this act.” that sounds like a threat.
She’s using this against me because she knows that I’m sexually attracted to her. I have never felt like this before for a woman, but after that night, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind. She’s such a sexy woman.
“If you keep avoiding me, I’m going to personally ask my boss to give me the right to taste it once again, I know he won’t say no.” damn!
That would be worse than me just allowing her to take me because Muzi is going to bring up this threesome shit.
Deep down, I’m afraid of doing it. I may be a little bit of a freak, but not to the extent of fucking two people at once. All I know I was taught by Muzi, and he has never showed me this side before. Where would we even begin?
Yoh Thixo! The pressure is getting worse, and I have no way to run away from this.