CONFESSION.

CHAPTER FOUR

PART FIFTEEN.
REVANGE TAKES PLACE.
The gate to the home of my former best friend who is now my greatest enemy slid on its rail slowly. I had expected to see a maid or a guard but the beautiful face of Alex's wife emerged with a smile worth a million words. She came over the side window of my car and brightened even more when she saw me.
" Good evening Mr Mboya, I didn't think you could make it under such short notice" she said still smiling.
" Good evening to you, today turned to be my free day am glad to be of assistance"
" Thank you so much, drive right in" she said pointing at the parking lot. I drove right in. There was only one vehicle in the parking. Very nice place they had here, I noted. A beautiful house set on a well landscaped ground. As she led me in ,I complemented her house. The interior décor was done superbly by some gifted minds. There were expensive portraits hunging strategically on beautifully painted walls. The couches were especially eye catching.  They must be imported because they still had designer signatures on the wood. Victorian furniture. They don't make those in Kenya. It was such a beautiful house with a woman's very tender touch. As she went to make me a drink ,I spotted a picture of Alex and his wife. I rose and went closer. There he was, wrapping his arms around her so lovingly. She looked even more beautiful lying on his chest. They stared into each other's eyes so intensely you could feel love in the picture. I felt an urge to crash my fist onto the framed photo so badly I shook. Seeing him happy have always made me think he was mocking me, it like he was asking what I was going to do. I felt anger boiling up my neck.
" That's my husband, Alex, on our honeymoon in South Africa" she said gladly. She had walked back into the room without me noticing. I turned and hid my anger with a well practiced smile. She stood with two glasses of wine. She offered one to me as we sat for a while. She engaged me in a conversation about the current state of the nation. I had to admit, for a woman , she knew too much politics. She soon found out that I knew even more and she liked how I elaborated certain views.
" For a doctor , you know alot of politics" she had said and laughted. She had a nice laughter.
I had smiled sheepishly and noded. She noted my shyness and took it to her advantage. Every time a woman realises that a man is shy, she feel superior, at ease and it elevates her confidence.
" My maid just went off to buy some few things for the house, she will be back in a few hours." She said. I could feel the unspoken question. She wanted us to get it over with.
"Let's get started , shall we" I said and she noded.
Having gone to countless test, she was used to undressing infront of a stranger.
"Will the couch do" she asked.
Here I was , with a woman whom truly thought I was a doctor. A woman the wife of the man I so badly wanted to destroy. I paused for a while , what have I become? Who am i? Anger had changed me into an animal and today the animal in me will come alive with hunger for revange fueled by a strong desire of lust. I wanted her. And I will have her.

PART SIXTEEN.
She wore a short dress made of very soft linen. When she moved, the clothe straggled to contain her curves in vain. Her hips threatened to tear away the linen. Her butt straining in the short dress. I knew beneath that lovely dress she was as she was born. Naked. The thought of her nakedness fueled by the glass of wine I just had made blood course through my body at full throttle. Why did I desire this woman so much?
I took of my coat and placed it on a stool. I opened the brief case and put on the white  lab dust coat. I arranged a test tube and scoop on the table. I pulled up the latex gloves up my fingers. I looked like a real doctor. She waited for my cue. She lifted the hem of her dress over her waist baring her body from waist down. Just like I had suspected, she had no underwear on. I fought so hard to keep myself steady. Infront of me was a naked woman who had no idea that she was almost ruining her marriage. I looked her deep in her eyes and for a while I thought I saw a burning fire in them. She leaned back on a seat and raised her legs like she was about to give birth. I swallowed so loudly I swear she heard it. I kneeled just where I was supposed to. I had not thought it will go down like this. I could feel myself getting hard. I leaned closer to her nakedness, it was perfect. A full grown woman who had never given birth. It was neat. She must have shaved early today. When she breathed in, I could see it sink for a while then rise right back when she breathed out. It was as if it had a life of its own. But by God! It was soo beautiful I could have loved to have a portrait of it in my bedroom. I raised my hands and touched her. I was not sure how exactly I should touch her professionally. I couldn't insert the scoop just yet. She was too dry. I told her that she was dry for the process to take place. She asked me if I could use some water, I told her the water will change the chemical properties of the discharge. She asked me what she could do.
I had planned it all out.
"I will go to the next room, give you privacy and time and you will make yourself wet" I said.
It was her turn to get shy
"It's all right. Be comfortable it's very easy. I will be back soon"  I added and left the room.
I knew what will happen once she touched herself. A nice feeling that is sooo good up to the moment she realises that she can't help herself. She will be helpless and I will do as I wish with her. It was not a matter of being faithful or not. She couldn't resist it. It's natural. I went to the adjacent room which turned to be a kitchen. I drank a glass of water and waited. Five minutes later. She called me in.
" I can't , I can't make myself wet. I can't stop the feeling that someone is watching". She said desperately.
Perfect, she had just handed me a ticket for her down fall.
I knelt besides her, and this time I did not hesitate. The lesson and clues from the old books I have read were just fresh on mind. I begun stroking her lips slowly and softly. It's all about rythm and direction of motion. I moved higher and placed two fingers on each side of her Clitoris. I pressed them in forcing it to emerge. You could sertisfy a woman just by orgasm of the clits. I stroked untill she was lost in the movement. She became wet but I had no intention of stoping. I stroked and touched more determined. It takes alitle over five minutes. My fingers were getting tired but I didn't stop. I could feel her willing me to go on. It's a feeling you can't stop. Something you want to feel for the rest of your life. My left hand was joined by my right. I knew she will be exploding soon . I stroked the lips with my right hand as the left went on rubbing her c-spot. A moan escaped her lips. She was cumin. I had learnt well. She exploded in a thousand spasmodic vibrations . She shook like a broken Washing machine. She held on to my head for support. What have I done!! I stopped suddenly. Lesson seven. Never stop suddenly. The process should be taken slowly letting her body get enough. She was on the verge of madness and insanity. At this point actions she might do were out of her control. She was a woman manipulated. She pushed my head back where my fingers had been and held it there that I could hardly breathe. My tongue licked and my lips met her other lips and I sucked on hungry as she wanted it. My tongue found her hole and it slid in. She moaned loudly, had she closed the door? I wondered. She pressed my head harder and almost swallowed my face. She was demanding, and she was crazy. I had just opened the doors of hell for her. I felt sorry for her.
She pulled me up and kissed her fluids off my lips. It was unhygienic but she didn't care. I felt nothing, I could have done that for the whole night. It was my turn.
I turned her against the seat. She brushed her butt upon my laps . It was a very big and shapely butt. I drove into her from behind. It's about rythm and consistency. I held onto her waist and kept thrusting. Half consistent thrusts. I could feel her light up with every thrust I made. Powerful short thrusts. I knew where I had to rub my head. I concentrated on the movement and not once did I miss it. The ancient Greece had discovered the Gspot before they even knew how to write. It was a sacred worship. No man claimed any woman. A woman chose the men she wanted to have sex with. It was later that their success was written in sacred rare books and hidden from the word. I had struggled for years to get my hands on the rare literature. And it was working. By the end of fourty five minutes, she had cum more than ten times. Only then did I allowed myself to gush my fluids  into her. She lay there weak and spent. She pulled me and held on to me unbelievingly. I could see the surprise on her eyes. She had never in her life felt what she had just experienced. She looked deep into my eyes and asked,
"Who the hell are you, what did you do to me?"  It was not a question. It was a complement. I felt sorry for her seeing her naked and spent like that. I hoped the secret camera mounted on the brief case on the table had caught the whole encounter. Nobody spoke. I dressed hurriedly , and left her naked on the seat. I had successfully completed my long planned revange. As I left my heart was heavy with guilt for what I had done to her. Soon the video will find its way in her husband's inbox. I smiled at the shock Alex will receive. TIT FOR TAT.