CHAPTER 61
THULISILE KHAMBULE

A knock comes through my window and I am
startled. It’s Mongezi, he’s finally here. I have
been waiting in this parking lot for over an
hour now, this is not a good way to start a
relationship of any sort. I unlock the doors
and signal him with my head to go around. I
watch him round the car until he gets to the
front passenger side and opens the door,
climbing in. He’s a handsome guy, tall, not too
dark in complexion and very clean.
“I’m sorry for being late. I was stuck in traffic,
an accident on the highway,” he explains.
“That’s okay,” it wasn’t okay, at least not
until I took in his scent. God, he smells as
good as sin.
“How are you?” he asks and I take a deep
breath. I am super nervous. I’ve never done
this before. Jimmy is the only man I’ve ever
known in my whole life, this is something
new. I’m both scared and excited; I hope I
don’t regret any of this.
“I’m okay, what about you?”
“Well, I’m good. I was just so shocked to hear
from you,” he murmurs, looking at me. I can’t
keep my eyes on him, I feel shy.
“I was shocked that I reached out too,” I reply
and he chuckles.
Naledi gave me his number some time ago,
after he disturbed our dinner to apologize. I
didn’t have the balls to call him until I drank
tequila on Saturday, alcohol courage is
dangerous. Please blame Naledi for corrupting
me.
I literally told Mongezi that I want him to be
my toy boy and I’m good for his services. I
invited him to meet me here, at Stone heaven
on Vaal so we can talk about the specifics
and maybe steal a moment. I’m a horny mess,
it’s been a minute since I had sex. Jimmy
didn’t pay attention to my needs because he
had his taken care of.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers, placing a
hand on my thigh. I gasp, feeling a current
move through my veins.
I clear my throat, “Uhm, thank you,” when
was the last time I got a compliment from a
men? I think I’m about to explode from
blushing so much.
“Can I ask you something?” I nod vigorously.
“Of course,”
“Naledi is the one that gave you my number
right?” oh oh! I promised Naledi that I will not
talk about her with Mongezi. But let’s see
where he’s going with this.
“Yes, she did,” I answer truthfully.
“Shuuuu, I don’t know how to feel about my
friend distributing me like that,” I raise an
eyebrow.
“You can leave this minute if you don’t want
anything to do with me,” he takes my hand.
“Relax, Thulz. I’m here for you mami, whatever
you need,” his voice is deep and seductive. His
words promise so much more than what he’s
saying right now.
“I’m happy to hear that. Shall we go in and get
some drinks?” he bites his lower lip and
shakes his head.
“There’s no privacy out there. I was thinking
we’d book a hotel room and order room
service. I could give you a massage, you seem
tense,” a delicious tingle runs down my spine.
A mans hands on my skin? Yes, please!
“That sounds better,” he takes out his phone
and makes a call.
“Hi, this is Mongezi. I wanted to find out if
you have a room available… Yes, I can be
there in 15 minutes… I’ll see you shortly,
thank you,” he hungs up and looks at me.
“There’s a room available for us at Riverside
sun hotel. I’ll lead the way, drive behind me,”
oh, okay.
He climbs out of my car and I watch him head
to the sleek BMW through the side mirror. I
start my engine and reverse out of the
parking space after him.
I’ve never slept in any hotel in the Vaal. I’ve
only been here to enjoy their beautiful river
then I’d drive back to my house. I asked
Mongezi here because I didn’t want to risk
being seen with him back in Johannesburg. I
don’t need word getting to my children and
Khabonina, the trio is already giving me a
headache. They are treating me like a child
and it’s getting on my last nerve. One of these
days I’ll tell each of them where go get off
and trust me, they won’t believe it.
The bathroom door opens and Mongezi walks
out with his belt undone. He narrows his eyes
at me and I shift uncomfortably on the edge
of the bed. My heart is thudding against my
chest, what am I doing? I don’t need to be
sleeping with a younger man so I can forget
about Jimmy. There are plenty of ways to
enjoy my life to the fullest.
“Why are you still dressed?” he asks and I
swallow hard.
“I need a drink first,”
“You can still have a drink while naked,” oh
God. My body is not what it used to be in my
early twenties. Senzeni and Sihle left me with
stretch marks and cellulite. I don’t think
Mongezi will find me attractive.
“Don’t over think things, get up and take off
your clothes for me,” I close my eyes. Can I do
this?
“You might think I’ll find your body
unattractive because of this and that, but if
I’m being honest it’s your lack of self
confidence that’s making you unattractive.
You should be proud of your body Thulz,” I
gasp in shock and steal a glance at him.
“Okay, I’ll go first,” he starts pealing off his
clothes until he is left completely naked.
“Thuli, come on,” he says, after a minute of
standing before me in his God given outfit.
I slowly get on my feet and unzip my dress, it
falls down and I’m left in my matching
underwear. I look at Mongezi and he has his
head tilted to the side.
“What a gorgeous woman you are,” he
mutters and I look down, fiddling my fingers.
“Okay. I get that this is the first day but relax
or I’ll have to take complete control over you
so I can make sure you’re relaxed and not
over thinking things,” what is that supposed
to mean?
“Thuli, you’re not my first rodeo. Older women
want me because they want to have the best
sex of their lives. They want to feel an intense
fire after it died down years ago in unhappy
marriages. You’re over thinking things and I
don’t want that for you, I need you to give me
the ropes and I’ll decide for the both of us. I’ll
just need you present and willing at all
times,” whoa! My throat goes dry.
“You want to dominate me?” I ask and he
smirks.
“Not in a dark type of way but yes. I’ll give
you instructions when we’re in the bedroom
and you’ll have no choice but to do as I say. It
will ensure that you don’t over think but do
as you’re told immediately so you can enjoy
your experience with me,” that was
unexpected.
“Take off your underwear Thuli and lie on the
bed, on your stomach,” he orders, and
immediately, without thinking about it I take
off my panties and unkook my bra.
“See? you didn’t cause yourself unnecessary
discomfort,” That’s true, I didn’t think of my
imperfections and how he will take them.
I lie on the bed on my stomach and a knock
comes through, it’s room service. Mongezi
picks up his boxers and puts them on before
going to open. He pulls the tray in and closes
the door after thanking the hotel worker. I
watch him pop the champagne bottle and
pour into two flutes. He takes a sip of his
own then hands me a glass. I lift my head and
gulp it down in one go.
“Thank you,” I say, handing the glass back to
him. He places it on the bedside table and
takes off his boxers once again, then climbs
on top of me. I’m exercising the highest form
of self-control at this point.
He starts massaging my shoulders and I moan
loudly, oh Jesus!
“I love that sound,” he says and I close my
eyes, enjoying his hands on me. I swear he’s
better than most massueses I know.
“I do whatever you want Thuli. I exist for your
pleasure for as long as we are together,” he
says out of nowhere and my stomach turns.
“I want to feel like the only woman in the
world, but at the same time I want you to
understand that this is purely physical. I don’t
want commitment from you,”
“Commitment doesn’t exist in my vocabulary
baby girl. Your world is about to be blown
away,” he murmurs as he gets off me. Hao,
why is he stopping? I was enjoying that.
He goes to his jeans, takes out something and
comes back. He spreads my legs and gets
between them. Desire spreads throughout my
entire body. He starts kissing my bare back,
down to my exposed, dripping of arousal
vagina. I am literally shaking, dying of
anticipation.
“Mongezi, please,” I cry.
“Please what, Thulz?” he bites my butt cheek
and I yelp.
“I want you,” the words manage to come
through my clogged throat.
“Oh are you sure?” he asks, in a playful but
seductive manner.
“I’m begging you,” I don’t care if I sound
desperate. This is the nature of our
relationship and there’s no need to pretend
like I’m not here for his penis.
“Your wish is my command,” he says and I
hear a foil packet tearing. It a condom,
excitement bubbles in my stomach and
without warning he slides into me, stretching
my walls. I scream, feeling a mixture of
pleasure and pain.
SHLOBOSENKOSI MAVIMBELA
“Wake up, husband,” her husky voice whispers
in my ear and a smile forms on my face. I love
how she calls me, it makes our fake marriage
feel real.
“Hey, baby. You’re home,” I open my eyes and
she pecks my lips. I love this girl.
“I couldn’t wait to get home, I missed you so
much,” she says and I sit up straight.
I’ve been in the house alone since 7am, I’ve
never watched so much TV in my life. My wife
had to go to work, I wanted to persuade her
into staying but she just took over as CEO
and I didn’t want to make her miss a Monday.
Those are always important. Yes, I didn’t go to
the office but I trust my employees, they are
competent enough to keep the ship sailing in
my absence.
“I missed you too, sthandwa sami,” her smile
widens and she sits on top of me.
“I was afraid that I will find the house empty,”
she hides her face in my neck.
“I’m not going anywhere, Mrs. Mavimbela.
You’re my everything,” I reassure her and she
heaves a sigh of relief.
“But you need to go back to Durban. Your son,
sister and the company,” she’s right and that
has my heart aching.
“I’m sorry baby. I promise that we will make
this work,” I have to think of moving to
Johannesburg. I won’t have much left for me
in Durban in the new year. My son is coming
to Johannesburg for university, Thalente can
take a transfer and I can set a satellite office
here. I’ll fly to KZN now and again to check on
my business interests and of course
MaZikode.
“I love you, Shlobo,” she says gently, caressing
my face. I lean into her soft touch.
“It can only be you. Uthandwa yimina maka
Njabulo,” I say and she narrows her eyes.
“Who’s that now?” she asks with narrowed
eyes.
I chuckle, “Our son,” I answer and she laughs.
“Oh not yet baby. You tricked me into
marrying you. Allow me to enjoy you before
bringing intruders who I will have to share
you with,” I’m thrown into a fit of laughter.
What am I going to do with this one for the
rest of my life?
“I can wait a little. But we still need to go to
home affairs. I want this marriage to be real,
Naledi. Do you think Thuli can be your
witness? I’ll get my business partner to fly up
here and be mine,” I say and she blinks rapidly.
“Babe, are you serious?” I nod vigorously.
“What do you think this is Naledi?” I ask,
holding out my left hand to show my paper
ring.
“I thought…” she pauses and takes a deep
breath.
“Naledi, you and I are madly in love. We both
see a future. I waited 18 years for you and
you’ve had to kiss many frogs before you met
your prince, me. Baby, I don’t want to wait. I
don’t want you sleeping at night wondering if
this is real. Marry me, let’s go sign at home
affairs and once I’ve done all traditional
things in the new year, I’ll give you the
wedding of your dreams. I’ll use my contacts
and get us an appointment at home affairs
for Thursday. What do you say?” she bites her
lower lip.
“I’m already Mrs You. What harm would it
bring to make it official with the
government,” she says and I smile.
“Forever and a day?” I hold out my pinkie
finger and she joins hers with mine.
“Infinity and beyond.” Ahhh!
Sounds perfect.