Part two Chapter 5

“But you have been too busy to meet me.” Ivy accused me.

“Hmmm, girlfriend, if you insist.” I told her. Suddenly, Ivy got a call.

“It is from my husband.” She stood, excused herself and went outside to answer the call since inside it was a little noisy due to the music. She talked for almost 10 minutes.

“My dear, sorry I have to go. We shall talk later.” Ivy told me.

“Is anything the matter?” I asked her. She breathed in and out deeply and heavily.

“If you call me at 9 pm today and be unable to pick your calls, I will be dead.” Ivy said.

“Come on! You are scaring me.” I told her but she was already on her feet about to go.

“Grace, please allow me to go, we will catch up.” Ivy said. We walked outside together. As soon as we were outside, Ivy called a taxi.

“Hmmm, girlfriend, we shall meet once more, see you!” Ivy told me, gave me a quick hug and got into the cab. She waved as she went.

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At exactly 8 pm, Ivy called. I received the call feeling nervous.

“Hello.” I received the call.

“Helloooo.” Ivy answered sounding so excited such that I got surprised. “What is it?” I asked her.

“You won’t believe me!” She said.

“I will.” I told her getting impatient.

“My husband gave me the worst prank of my life, he pranked me that he has caught me with someone, that he had hired a private investigator to spy on me! It looked so real. Then he told me to meet him at home! Guess what when I got there?” Ivy paused. She was talking too fast.

“What???” I asked.

He has brought me a present I have always wanted to have, a small, white vitz to be driving myself around rather than bothering him with his car! Can you imagine?!” She said and began screaming with joy over the other side. I was relieved.

“Gosh, fantastic! You have a good boy there. Will you give me a ride soon?” I asked her. “Oh! Yes, why not? I will.” She told me.

“Hey, let me go and cook for my sweet heart. Good night we shall talk tomorrow. I just wanted you to know I am alive!” Ivy said and terminated the call before I could even respond. She was really excited till she was sounding like a little school girl.

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“Grace, I want to speak with you.” Ken told me as soon as I got home in the evening.

“Tell me.” I told him.

“I want to take some leave from work, 5 days. It is urgent. I have already arranged with Gikang’a to be taking care of our cattle.” Ken told me. Gikang’a was the next-door neighbor’s house boy, who I never really liked since he was always dirty and chewed Muguka all the time.

“How soon do you wish to go?” I asked Ken.

“From Thursday up to the following week on Tuesday. I shall return on Wednesday.” Ken told me.

“All right, I hope you have briefed your friend about the sick cows not to over feed them.” I told Ken.

“I have told him everything.” Ken reassured me that our cattle shall be taken care of perfectly.

“I am the one who will pay him for that one week.” Ken told me. That was surprising but I knew he could considering the among of money he was getting from fucking rich women.

Besides, my husband was coming back in two days’ time too. I called my husband and informed him that Ken wanted to be off for 5 days and he said as long as the cows are fed, he had no problem with that.

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As soon as Ken went, I missed him already. He however told me he was going to Nyeri for personal reasons that he did not reveal and I did not bother to know. My husband however was around and he kept me busy enough.

“Do you remember, Kung’u, the guy who used to drive a very old Land cruiser?” My husband asked as we were having supper.

“Yes, it is long since I saw him. Where did he go?” I asked Douglas.

“They migrated to Molo with his wife and children. One day, he came home from work and found his wife having sex with one guy. He got furious and killed both by cutting them with a machete. He however got caught, and now he is in jail serving a 10 years jail term.” Douglas said. I got shocked for obvious reasons.

“So, he killed both the man and his wife?” I asked horrified.

“Yes. Why are women doing this to their husbands? Your man is busy working to get money, their wives are busy fucking young boys? Can you imagine the guy he caught her with is enough to be her child?” Douglas said. I pretended to be shocked.

“Oh! That is so bad! No sane woman should do that. Imagine a woman as old as me parting her thighs to a young man enough to be her child? That is abomination!” I said.

“I would simply walk out of that marriage, no need to kill someone because of a hole I did not drill.” Douglas said sounding naughty such that he made me laugh.

“I can never do such a thing! What? Never.” I said.

Douglas looked at me into the eyes and said, “This is why I love you, because you are a faithful woman.”

If only he knew!

I stood up, went to where he sat and positioned myself on his lap; sat on him comfortably as I inclined myself to lie on his chest. He folded his arms on me but as he held me, I kept on imagining how nice it always felt sitting on Ken’s muscular thighs.

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The following day as soon as I arrived at my workplace my boss called me to his office.

“Grace, as you know you are the chief accountant of this company, we have just secured a chance for you to go to Mombasa for a 5 days training so that you can be more empowered to deliver our company to higher levels. So, I want you to get ready to travel tomorrow evening. A hotel will be booked for you, at the same hotel, it is where you shall have the training. Any questions?” My boss told me without even greeting me.

“It is ok, I will make the necessary plans.” I told him.

“During that time, I will double up as the accountant.” My boss told me.

I knew it would be hard to convince my husband since he was to be in Kenya for 2 weeks that one week I will be away. So, the first thing I did was to call him and explain to him.

“It is ok, my dear. I also travel a lot and you have never complained...” My husband told me. I felt relieved. That was a golden chance for me to be away for a while as I contemplated on some personal issues.

Celestine got to know about my trip.

“Grace, aren’t you worried leaving your husband with house girl in the house?” Celestine suddenly asked me.

“My husband cannot fuck a maid.” I told Celestine. She smiled mischievously. I frowned. “Did you ever think you could fuck a Shamba boy?” Celestine asked me.

That made me think for a while.

“So, what do you suggest I do?” I asked her.

“Find means to give her a leave too. Leave Douglas with Ken alone.” Celestine told me.

After giving it some thoughts, I resolved to do that in the evening. But I knew since Celestine knew I was going, she would have a lot of time trying to woo Ken, perhaps.

I was in a dilemma.

However, in the evening in as much as I tried to persuade Douglas so that we can give Mercy some leave, he refused saying that he was not ready to be eating in a hotel, and he even ended up telling me, “The much that I trust you, why can’t you trust me too?” He asked.

“I trust you, just that...a woman thing she might want to seduce you.” I told him. I could see Mercy had gotten to learn trendy dressing but despite her always sticking to long dresses, the Swahili type, her hips were clearly visible and her buttocks looked like they could appeal to any man.

I stopped insisting when Douglas began to twist the whole story to seem like I was thinking she would do what I do when am alone. When the argument headed that direction, I gave up.

“I even sometimes lack time to fuck you where will I get time to fuck a mere house girl?” He asked me.

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The day I was to travel arrived. Since I did not want to go with my car, Douglas escorted me all the way to the bus station and I took Mash Cool to Mombasa.

The trip was successful and I arrived at the hotel on Thursday at around 9:00 am. Got checked in and was to relax that day as I prepared myself for the training ahead. I felt lonely being so far from people I know, surrounded by so many people I did not know. But within no time I began to know the accountants and financial administrators who we were to be together in the training towards evening as they too checked in and were given a list of participants and their contacts.

One man that impressed me was an accounts manager at one NGO whose operations spanned all over East and Central Africa, his name was Felix Oloo, who I knew was very intelligent from my first encounter with him. I later learned he was among the people supposed to facilitate the training.

Come evening, after taking supper and relaxing in my room. I took my phone and called my husband. Douglas: Hello my dear, how is your day?

Me: Very fine, I really miss you, I wish you were here with me.

Douglas: Hope you arrived well.

---We talked for a whole ten minutes.

The next person I called was Ken, who picked my call so fast as if he was waiting for me. Ken: Hello, sugar, I miss you sweet darling.

Me: {Laughing} come on Ken, you are making me feel shy, what did you just call me? Surprisingly, it felt really nice talking to Ken.

Ken: You know how much I love you, sweet darling.

Me: Stop it! You are funny, do you know that?

Ken: Otherwise, how are you?

Me: Fine, I miss your dick.

Ken: {Laughing} I also miss that tight pussy of yours.

Me: {Laughing harder} Come on Ken, stop it! {I however loved his jokes}

Some silence followed.

Ken: Mwaaaa (He blew a kiss over the phone) My heart skipped a beat.

For obvious reasons, I began to get wet with arousal while talking to Ken. Since I had just bathed and had nothing underneath, I began to play with my clitoris as I was talking to Ken until my breathing rate changed.

“What is it?” Ken asked over the phone after he realized I was breathing faster.

“Nothing, go on...” I urged him.

“I really wanna fuck you right now.” Ken told me.

“I wish you would push that penis deep into me and tear me apart.” I found myself saying while stimulating myself.

“Imagine this, I am on top of you, go to your bed and part your legs, finger fuck yourself.” Ken told me. Like a crazy person, I just did that and went to lie on my bed, began to masturbate. Ken continued to talk to me erotically as I finger fucked myself, stimulating my clitoris hard with my fingers until I got a shattering orgasm and squirted all over the bed. I moaned so loudly over the phone as Ken said, “Oh, Yeah!”

After I was done, I felt ashamed for a while and thought, this is crazy! Did I just masturbate? I always heard of phone sex and thought that could be one.

“Ken, who taught you all this?” I asked him. He laughed.

“Grace, I have been reading some magazines and I read about it, so I thought let me try with you today.” Ken said and laughed.

“Ken, do you know you are mad?” I asked him jokingly.

“I will make you even madder!” Ken said. Indeed, he was making me crazy.

I took the fingers that were in my pussy and licked them, feeling the taste of my cum. I even felt my pussy scent and it aroused me even more until I began to caress myself once more while still talking with Ken.

Suddenly Ken told me, “Honey, will you excuse me for a while, I will be back.” Ken told me. I was already getting more aroused.

“Oh! No, please stay with me a little more please...” I pleaded but he told me someone wanted to talk to him urgently and he had to go.

“All right, will be waiting for you.” I told Ken as he terminated the call on his side.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling while thinking about Ken. My vulvas felt swollen as I had begun to get aroused, I was still wet and my desire was still lingering all over my body making me feel warmer. I however was enjoying the feeling and just wanted to stay like that.

I wanted Ken to come back, call me and I continue masturbating to his voice, but minutes passed and he was not calling. I even thought of calling him but decided against it.

I dipped my finger in my vagina, got it wet and licked it once more, and somehow, it felt nice imagining I was sucking Ken’s erect penis.