Ballito Baecation

Clinton…well actually Munya, Anna had to adjust to his real name had asked if she wanted to come by his house after lunch. Anna knew that meant sex, and she was so horny for him. She wanted him badly. They entered his house and she began to take off his shirt. He lifted her up by her butt cheeks and carried her up the staircase into his room. He had a king-sized bed. Munya removed her dress and put it on the chair nearby. She was still on her period but on the last day. They continued to kiss. Munya moved down to her neck sending intense tingles down her neck. He wasn’t like her last boyfriend. He did not have the awkward fumblings of a young man, he knew how to touch a woman. He was driving her mad and he hadn’t even entered her yet. 

“Wait,” she said breathlessly and pushed him away a little. “I’m still on my period,”

“I don’t mind a little blood,” Munya tells her.

“Okay,” Anna says and pulls him in again. They kiss and Munya removes her underwear. Anna is at that stage where there’s barely any blood so nothing comes out when Munya puts two fingers into her kitten. Anna is already wet so they slip in. He rubs her concentrating on her clitoris instead of just entering her. Anna groans. This feels good. Better than when she does it by herself. Munya pushes her back into the bed and begins to kiss her. She had felt his dick against her crotch. He’s big. Bigger than her last boyfriend. At least six inches. Suddenly his fingers were out and his cock was in…Anna’s eyes widened at the intense pain that she felt as he entered her. He thrust into her. It was painful, then the pain started to mix with pleasure then it was just pleasure. Anna begins to groan very loudly. Munya was rubbing her back and kissing her neck. Anna didn’t know that those were her erogenous zones. Anna felt heat running up and down her spine as she groaned as he led her to climax again and again. This felt so good. Damn, Anna felt like she was losing her mind. After thirty minutes she felt an intense heat in her crotch, Munya shivered and she felt the wetness that wasn’t hers in her vagina. Munya groaned and collapsed on top of her. 

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Munya told her. Hearing him swear was sexy. Such vulgar language on such sweet lips….wait. Anna’s eyes widened. They had not used a condom. They had just had raw sex….fuck, she could fall pregnant. Anna knew that she was on the Depo Provera contraceptive but what if by some fluke of luck, she fell pregnant anyway…or what if Munya had an STD? 

“Ugh, we didn’t use a condom,” Anna tells Munya. Munya looks at the slight look of panic on her face and sighs. 

A few moments later they are at a pharmacy in Chisipite. Munya just got her post-exposure prophylaxis and the morning-after pill to help her quell her fears even though he assured her that he was HIV-negative. He didn’t get angry. They even stopped and had ice cream at the local Creamy Inn in the neighborhood. After that Munya drops her off at the place that he thinks is her house. When he’s out of sight, Anna again sneaks to her house. Her mother fortunately isn’t home yet. Anna takes a shower and hopes that there is no evidence of sex on her. 

They threw away the pill’s packaging after using them so she doesn’t have them either. She takes a deep breath. Is she walking funny? Her mother’s constant slut-shaming has her paranoid about sex. Anna can’t believe she did that but it was amazing and exhilarating. She kept imagining Munya’s hands on her.. and him in her. She wanted to do it again with him…

That night she cooked her mother’s favorite meal as a sort of way to throw her off her track. Her mother had maintained her mellow mood for a while now. Anna was hoping to keep it like that. Her mother didn’t seem to notice anything and was concentrating on marking her student’s work. It was still a bit early in the year to be bringing work back home but this year’s parents were really demanding. 

Anna slept thinking about having sex with Munya. When she woke up, she noticed that she had three missed calls from him and about seven messages. 

      Anna: Hey

Munya: Was I that bad?

Anna: Lol, no, you were so stuck in my head that for the rest of the day I forgot that anything else existed. 

Munya: I couldn’t get you out of my head either. 

Anna: So you were basically imagining me naked. 

Munya: And when you were thinking about me I guess I was fully clothed?

Anna: Haha, okay, you got me there. 

Munya: I was wondering if you would like to go on a trip this weekend. 

Anna: Where?

Munya: Balito?

Anna: Where’s that?

Munya: Durban

Anna: send me some pictures. 

Munya sends her photos of a resort-like place in Durban where the rich often vacation in South Africa. It looks beautiful. 

      Anna: That looks like fun. I’ll clear up my schedule for Friday to Sunday. 

Munya: Great. I can’t wait. 

Anna can’t help but smile. She’ll have to make up some lie. Her mom knows that she would never go to church camp for three days, but she could say that she is going to a three-day training camp with a youth empowerment non-profit organization. Thank goodness for Canva, she could forge a letter for that. Anna started to make the letter, not knowing that her phone had been hacked into. If she had taken a moment she would have noticed that her W******p messages where taking longer than usual to send and her screen was glitching every once in a while.

After Anna was satisfied with the letter she had forged, she began to look through her wardrobe. She had a bikini that was old but not good enough to go to a luxury holiday. Anna had noticed a shop called ‘The Factorie Shop’ that sold really nice bikinis. She wanted something that would show off the best parts of her body and make Munya realize how lucky he was to have her. 

Anna smiled. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl. She packed a suitcase and prepared to go out. The bikini at Sam Levy Village cost thirty dollars. Anna didn’t mind the extra expense. Her phone dinged when she was at the till.

Munya: I miss you. What are you doing?

Anna: I miss you too. I’m at Sam Levy shopping for some stuff for the trip to Balito.

Munya: Well, why didn’t you invite me?

Twenty minutes later, Munya was there with her. He bought her ten different bikinis and outfits as though they would be there for a week instead of just three days. He was a little feisty that day. They went back to his car and he parked in a cul-de-sac near Sam Levy Village. That was Anna’s first time having car sex. Well, at least it was in the back…and front of a Mercedes Benz and not some sweaty teen’s dump truck. Munya was really good at what he did and knew how to awaken all her sexual senses. He drove her ‘home’ after that. Anna was beginning to wonder if she should actually introduce him to her mother. Munya was a really understanding guy. He would understand why she had pretended to live somewhere else. Strict African moms are a dime a dozen and they can make normal relationships really difficult for their daughters in general even if her mother was on steroids when it came to strictness. 

Anna wasn’t really satisfied fully with the car sex though. She wanted more…wait a second, she was getting dickmatized…and honestly…the dick was good. Munya dropped Anna off at her ‘home’. 

Anna told her mother that she had been selected for a workshop in Durban and was being flown there during the weekend. She showed her the fake letter.

“You see what happens when you pray and fast?” her mother asked her. “Your life is finally getting in order,” Anna almost laughed at that. 

****

Rhea was fucking disgusted. Munya planned on taking that whore to Durban. It’s obvious that after they had had lunch at Pistachio they had sex. She could tell from the way that they were flirting with each other on W******p. To this Anna’s credit though, she had not slept with Charles.

Rhea had always known Munya as the hot doctor. She had to admit that she found him attractive as well. But she respected his marriage. Rhea couldn’t help but feel a little jealous though. Munya was the type who kept fit and was really hot. He was also really nice and sweet. Even the way that he would text with Anna was just sweet and romantic, not treating her like the bitch that she was. Rhea had to hand it to this woman, she had standards…which would make it all the better to tear her down. 

Munya was taking Anna to Balito. Rhea had been there two years ago with her mother and siblings. It was beautiful and the water by the beach was warm and welcoming. This Anna didn’t deserve that. 

Rhea did a F******k search and found Munya’s wife’s F******k. She was currently in Namibia, completely oblivious that her home was being wrecked by a money hungry sugar baby. Munya’s wife was named Rebecca as well, like the first wife in Rhea’s family. Another sweet woman being made a fool of.

Rhea sent her a friend request.

****

Friday couldn’t come by fast enough for Anna. She packed her suitcase and used Hwindi to get to the Harare International Airport. Fortunately for her, the plane was due when her mother was at work so she couldn’t escort Anna to the airport. Anna found it annoying that her mother wanted to escort her when Anna was traveling abroad but when it had come to taking her to interviews and job opportunities she had told Anna to make a plan. 

Anna was at the airport before Munya. Munya had offered to pick her up, but Anna had failed to find a way to sneak at the neighbors without being noticed while holding a suitcase. Munya arrived at the airport wearing a polo shirt and white trousers. He looked really posh. He smiled as he saw her. They checked in together. He had booked them first-class tickets to Durban. He was really spoiling her for this trip. They checked in on the flight and boarded the plane. It had been more than ten years since Anna had boarded a plane. And this was the first time that she had ever boarded first class. Their seats were very sophisticated, like mini compartments. The seats were more like sofas than the normal plane seats. They even had a built-in massage facility. 

“This is my first time going to Durban so I’m a bit nervous,” Anna tells Munya. 

“Why nervous?”

“Well after a G****e search, it shows that Durban has the highest level of crime in South Africa,”

“Not the part of Durban that we’re going to. Sometimes people even wonder if Balito is part of Durban,” Munya explains. He takes her hand. “And I’m here to protect you right?” Anna smiles and gives him a kiss. The kiss ends up being longer than expected.

“Um, food is served,” the air hostess says with a luxury push tray that has Champagne and gourmet food. She seems embarrassed to have disturbed them during their moment. Munya says he’s not hungry and Anna chooses the seafood boil. There is an actual full seafood boil on first class. She decides to have it with Dom Perignon.

“Have you heard what the creator of Dom Perignon said when he tasted what would become the world-famous Champagne for the first time?” Anna asks Munya.

“Come, I am tasting the stars?” He says. Anna pouts. Munya laughs. “I watched the ‘The Fault in Our Stars’”,

Anna laughs. “And here I thought that you were well-read,”

****

Rebecca accepted Rhea’s friend request Friday night. Rhea had been waiting impatiently for that. She had been hoping and praying that Rebecca wasn’t the type of woman who waited months before responding to F******k requests. It was late though. Munya and Anna had probably already gone to Balito. In fact they were probably having sex right now in whatever accommodation Munya had booked for them.

Rhea then took screenshots of the conversation between Munya and Rhea. She didn’t know exactly how she was going to break the news to Rebecca. Maybe Rebecca wouldn’t believe her. But remembered that she had taken a picture of Munya at Pistachio with Anna. Well, whatever. This woman needed to know what was happening. 

Rhea: Hello there, 

I know that you may not know me, but I’ve been a patient at your medical practice with your husband. It really pains me to have to inform you about this but your husband has become the target of a malicious sugar baby. They have been having an illicit affair for the past weeks and I know that your husband is a good man and has fallen victim to the tricks of Anna Moyo, a professional sugar baby who makes a living off scamming money off of men. The psychological tactics that she uses to ensnare men are really advanced and she gives them the illusion that they are in a relationship. It saddens me to inform you that their relationship is also sexual. They are currently on a baecation in Balito, Durban. According to their plans, they will be there from Friday to Sunday. I have limited evidence to present to you, but it might be a good idea to nip this affair in the bud and save your marriage. 

Regards,

A concerned person

Rhea used her fake account so she can’t use her real name. It also makes sure that she’s not tied too much to the drama that’s about to unfold. Rhea sends the pictures of Munya and Anna and the screenshots of their conversations. Rhea really wants to know how this will play out. If it goes viral and a video comes out of Rebecca beating a naked Anna trying to run away then she would have achieved her goal. 

****

“Munya!” Anna screams as he thrusts into her. They’re both being more loud and unrestrained than usual. The location is probably helping. Munya rented an isolated bungalow by the edge of the beach. No one is going to hear them there. Anna is saddled against the wall with her legs around his waist while he holds her up by her butt. This position allows him to get in more deeply. Anna can feel the shockwaves of pain and pleasure hit her with each thrust. “Ah, fuck!” She groans loudly. She grips his shoulders tightly. He puts his mouth against her neck and sucks which sends more shockwaves down her spine. In the throes of passion, neither of them realizes that in Namibia Rebecca is opening a message from Leticia Jongwe…which is the alias for Charles’s daughter Rhea…