MELAMINA THE QUEEN

CHAPTER 49

“This is nice.” My husband compliments as we enter our suite.
I chuckle. “Why you acting like you have never been here before?”
“Last time I was here, the interior décor was not finished. This is beautiful and classy. You sure you don’t wanna open it for business?”
I roll my eyes. “Not this one. Also, we are not in the hospitality industry. Unless you wanna create another investment for our thousand children.”
He laughs. “Yeah. You know I am all about generational wealth. Also, I wanna build something for my brothers. We won’t always be faced with royal business. They need something to keep them busy on other days. I think the twins would love running hotels or restaurants.”

“Okay. I am putting a pause on this conversation until after the coronation.” Or at least after the birth of laba abezayo. “How about I fix us some bath water and then we will bond?”
“Ayy, ngifuna ukukubhebha manje, Hhayi later. Ngigeza ngiwile yin? (I wanna be inside you now, not later.) Fuck bathing. You are my wife, even licking your sweat is arousing.” This man. I feel flustered already. “Come here.” He calls already taking off his coat and shirt.
I look down. “I am shy, Zulu.”

He breaks into laughter. “Hhaaybo. Is this the same person who said they will lick my dick shamelessly until I come while they were battling a cancer scare in a hospital bed? Stop kidding, child.” That’s your king, Zulu people. That’s your ruler. Yoh, I give up.
“Woza ke uzodla owalikhokhela kabili, Mageba. (Come and eat the cake that you paid bride prize for twice.)”

He smirks. “As if I am going to act all modest and not eat it. Ungafa.” He takes a few steps, grabs me by my waist and brings me closer to him. “How many people did you sleep with before we got married?” I frown. Hebana. Didn’t this man say he wants to fuck me? What’s with this test now?
“What’s the test for?”
“I just need to know the number of orgasms I need to give you so that you can forget about any other man that has entered my sweet heaven before. Give me a number, Futhy.” My eyes pop out.

“You are old now, Kuhle. You won’t last that long.”
He laughs. “Try me, mkami.”
I count in my head and the number reaches 13. It’s not that bad. “Fifteen men before you. Those are a lot of orgasms. Uzovukwa yiphaphu, Zulu (You are going to get sick.)” he smirks. My husband is such an alpha male. He never backs down from a challenge, especially when it is sexual.

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KUHLEKONKE ZULU

We lean in with our lips forward and then we kiss. I press harder into her and I feel the sensations. I help her undress and she does the same with me. Kissing my wife always feels like the first time, yet s familiar. An out of this world feeling. I stop kissing her and move my mouth downward to her neck. She lifts her chin, probing me to kiss more of her neck. I lower my mouth to her chest, my hands cupping her breasts. They are so soft and tender and slightly bigger than I last saw them or rather felt them. My fingers play with her large nipples and that causes her to pant breathlessly. Shame. I haven’t even started down there. She moans loudly as I suck on her nipples and massage her breasts. Everything is a hotspot on my wife’s body if I am touching her.

“Baby, you can have your fifteen orgasms later, but now I need you muntuwami. I badly need you.” She takes a few steps back and lays on the bed she opens her legs wide like a chicken that’s has lost hope. I love how she is never shy to demand what she wants.

I follow her, hovering over her, and start rubbing her body. I move my hands down across her soft skin and rub her creamy thick thighs. My hand rubs her pussy lips and she whimpers. She hasn’t even shaved and that turns me on more. I love my woman natural. That scent that comes out of a vagina with pubic hair. It drives me insane. And we are old now, I am not going to fuss about a waxed pussy. My job is to eat it and make my wife feel good. My fingers make their way deeper and rub her labia. Her scent is driving me insane and it is so inviting. She is soaking wet.

I position myself between her legs and kneel down. She spreads her legs further as she offers herself to me. She moans as I press my mouth against her cookie. I let my tongue slide up and down between the folds of her pussy. Her body reacts to each and every movement of my tongue. She gets wetter by the second.

“Yoh, Kuhle.” She mumbles, her hands fisting the sheets.

As I continue giving my wife the best oral sex she has ever had, I use my hands to spread her legs wider and put two of my fingers inside her haven. She screams, not even caring about anyone who might hear her. One of her hands grabs my head, pushing me deeper into her pussy and I obliged. I go harder and I can tell with the way that her body is shaking that she is nearly there. I shove my fingers deeper and she moans loudly as she releases her juices inside my mouth.

I don’t give her much time to recover, I kiss her legs, moving upward towards her stomach and chest. I suck on her nipples as I press the tip of my cock against her pussy lips. I slowly enter her and I let out a deep groan, loving the warmth I am feeling in my wife’s pussy walls. I look down at her beautiful face and see her biting her lower lip.

“Lifake lonke, Zulu. (Put it all in)”. I don’t need to be told twice.

I start to slowly pull back and then re-enter her pussy. She gasps. I repeat the same thing thrice until she has calmed down before I start pounding her pussy. My thrusts become harder as her moans get louder, accompanied by my own groans. Her hands wrap around my neck tightly and I can feel her legs start to pulse once again. Her eyes become wider, so does her mouth. She stats screaming, tears escaping her eyes, as I fuck her harder. I feel her body tremble and that’s one of the most erotic things I get to experience with her. I feel her breathing on my face and her hands clasped tighter around me.

“Baby , I’M CUMMING!!!!!” The muscles in her pussy squeezes my cock, making me groan like a pained animal. She releases her juices and I moan in a low voice as I fill her up. I placed my forehead on hers and look straight into her eyes. She also looks at me and gives me a peck. “Two down, thirteen more to go.” She says breathlessly and I chuckle. I am to please and I won’t back down on my work. I slowly pull out and lay beside her, bringing her closer to me.

“Having sex with you feels like the first time each and every encounter and I can’t get enough of you, mkami. Did you by any chance put a spell on me?” I ask, brushing her thigh that is over my waist.
“I put a spell on you, because you’re mine.” She sings and I laugh. “You are mine, sthandwa Sam. If you were somehow spelled in the past by mistake, it as all for the greater good.” This woman. I just continue laughing. Her childishness is also a turn on. I wonder how I would have survived with an uptight wife. “There is something I need to tell you.” She states, sitting up and looking at me.

“What is it?” I also sit up. She takes my hand and places it in her tummy.
“You scored again, Mntwana.” She says, smiling nervously at me. My eyes pop out. I made my wife pregnant? Again?
“Are you sure?” cant even recognize my voice as I ask this question. She chortles and nods.
“You know you with your super sperms. You don’t play. But I swear to God, Kuhle, after this, I am freezing my eggs.” I can’t believe this. My ancestors have come through for me once more. I stand up and start reciting my clan names while my wife giggles.

“Awu Zulu omnyama ondlela zimhlophe, Wena ka Phunga noMageba, Wena ka Mjokwane Ka Ndaba, Sthuli sika NKombane, Wena Kasihhawuhawu siyinkondlo bayikhuzile ngoba ikhuzwe abaphansi. (Zulu clan names).” I continue to recite my clan names and dance around much to my wife’s amusement. I calm down a bit and kneel before her. “Don’t you get tired of making me happy, Magaye? You want me to die of happiness?”

She laughs. “It’s part of our vows, Ndlondlo yam. Making each other happy tell death do us part. Even when life throws tornados our way, we will continue standing strong. We love each other unconditionally, my king. And no one will ever separate us.” I take a deep breath and place my hands on her lap.

“Everything I have, everything I am, I submit to you, Ntombifuthi Lwandlelwethu Cele. You continue making me a man amongst men and how I thought I could do this life things without you seven years ago still puzzles me to date because you were made for me and I for you. My heart, soul, body and mind is yours, mkami.” Tears fall down her cheeks and she smiles widely.

“If I knew that the key to making you submit was getting pregnant, I would have done that a long tome ago. Ow, wait. I did.” We both laugh as we wipe each others tears. This woman completes me in ways I never thought were possible. I guess Sithabile was never supposed to be my wife. Even she hadn’t cheated and been a spoilt brat, I would have found my way to Futhi. Damn. I love this woman.