I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking about the woman I’d become. I was elated at the realisation that I knew for a fact, now more than ever, that I could control my happiness. This meant that I needed to walk out of this marriage .

XX

“Never give up on the person you love…” My father always said, but, how much further was I expected to sink and still stay?

XX

I kept barging into different rooms in the house looking for Angela. I was staggering in the corridors at this point, extremely intoxicated. Timmy had been intentionally handing me more shots earlier while we were all playing drinking games and being the light-weight that I was, I was cruising further from the brink of any ounce of sobriety…

I knew Mark was out with his women and this fueled my yearning for a truce. I wanted to feel the liberation he oh-so owned in our marriage and although I’m not one to seek a vindictive quest, I was tired of the never-ending lies and cheating. I had vowed on my wedding day to stay through thick and thin, he said the words too, but was this it? A man who promised love but gave me hell in portions even the devil couldn’t withstand.

I had committed to this man whole-heartedly, and this came with the compromise of having to settle for emotional spaces I didn’t see myself ending up in. He had a baby momma and a son, two things I’d never compete with because my spot in his heart came after them and I couldn’t compare to that. I knew this but nevertheless, I loved him. Throughout our courting, I had countless opportunities to walk out. I knew what ‘risking it’ all meant but… I loved him! I fucking loved this man.

My life was a trade-off of compromise I tried so much to reach willingly. I was forced to settle for ‘number 3’ each time In his life yet I was HIS WIFE.

I was getting emotionally drained at this point, it had been slightly over a year into this unprecedented commitment in my life and I was paying for being a faithful woman. Was I always going to get hurt for letting my heart only see the good in the people I love?

XX

I barged into one room where two of my friends were already heavily indulging in coitus and I sat on their bed to watch. Wondering if this was how I looked while in action, or if this was what Mark was up to when far from my presence. I couldn’t stop giggling because they didn’t even care and I was heavily scrutinizing every thrust. Porn in 3D my guy.

Timmy comes and pulls me out of that room and tries to give me the ‘ you got sober already’ talk so he can set up his prey with more booze (me) but I’m having none of it. Lol. There’s this thing with me when I’m drunk, I die. My soul legit escapes its vessel and I’m left a shell.
I die! So I try my best to control the level of debauchery I partake in, to be responsible, y’know…

He tries to walk me out of that room because at this point pombe zimenisho nisumbue kila mtu. The rest of the party is in the living room dancing and Timmy finally decides to put me to sleep in James’ room.

Might I add that I was not at my matrimonial home. Mark often left to go to ‘work’ and I stayed home to wait for him . Sometimes he never came, and when he did, it was the same old haggard excuses and lies over what he did or where he went . So, on this night, James called me out to his house to a party he was hosting and I was not going to turn him down. It was my turn.

XX

Timmy opens the door to James’ room and I can see two figures on the bed .I shrug in disappointment because at this point, all the rooms are occupied and it would be impossible for me to go back and join the party. I was scared of what I knew was about to happen, but a part of me knew that I wanted a different man to tear down this wall I had erected. I wanted a man to fuck me so hard and remind me what it felt like to be devoured on mutual enthusiasm. I wanted to be made love to by Mark .I missed him, but I was done emotionally . I was a yard away from asking for those divorce papers.

XX

Everything  escalates rapidly and, James is on top of drunk Angela, a hot make out session is semi-interrupted when we enter but Timmy throws me on the bed anyway.

You see, Timmy and I are just really close friends, actually, all four of us in the room were in the same circle of friends, with Mark as well. But right then, he was looking at me like he was ready to pounce on me. I’d say he had the help of some liquid courage, and he was about to execute what he really felt.

I must have blacked out for a minute because when I opened my eyes, Timmy was on top of me, caressing my firm breasts in his cupped hands, licking me down my tummy while struggling with my zipper. I couldn’t even see his face in the dark, but I remember turning to Angela and trying to eat her out as well.

XX

I was eating pussy the best way I knew how . My tongue on her clit, sucking on her juices like I was feasting on a meal after a long period of hunger. I held her thighs apart and shoved my face in there and the harder she screamed , the more I ate her out . My hands now on her breasts as Timmy and James watch. She was shaking na kusema tu ukweli ukiona gyaldem anatingika kama tingatinga, ujue umechapa job . Masaa ni ya mjuolz!

I was doing it right!

James and Angela are still making out and I see Timmy about to take his clothes off and ram his manhood inside me.  Almost immediately, James pushes me off of Angela’s pussy because it was now his turn. Weren’t we horny!

Angela suddenly stops him and demands that they get condoms. What would I do without this guardian angel of mine?
The boys stopped to get boxes of Durex condoms and I must have blacked out again because it was Angela’s screams of pleasure that brought me back.

I was trying to participate but the intoxication overwhelmed me. James and Angela were still on their foreplay bout, but I could see how James was looking at me. I knew he always wanted me, but, his friendship with my husband hindered him from shooting his shot . Over time, we had nurtured a friendship and I went to him a lot to cry about Mark . Say it with me kids, a shoulder to cry on is a dick…? To ride on!

I had already considered myself a free woman at this point.

I stood up to go to the bathroom and at least wash my face… I left the rest on the bed. I checked my phone and there was a text message from Mark…

“Babe, I’m going to be home a bit late today . I’m with James at the bar for a few drinks . Love you.”

I chuckled.

I chuckled because the same James my husband ‘was with’ had followed me into the bathroom… His beautiful dark skin, his dick dangling…

He grabbed me and started biting my neck, grabbing me while pressing his body against mine at the sink area. This was the passion I was craving. I just wanted to be held and loved. I was getting it! He knelt and ate me out from behind, I wanted to scream! It’s like tiny orgasmic bubbles were exploding in my vagina. I wanted to cry.

He got back up and bent me over the sink, gliding his member over my now extremely wet pussy. He slid in and that’s when I lost it .

You know that first magical thrust when he gets in? A beautiful moment . He picked up the tempo and thrusted harder and each pump reminded me why I needed to leave Mark . This was what I genuinely deserved . This happiness.

James was grabbing my breast, working his hands all over my body, kissing my neck, telling me how badly he wanted me and I believed him .

He came but I wanted more of him and he obliged.

He lifted me onto the sink sasa and I pulled him closer to me with my legs . The kissing was so intense, that I wandered off into another domain subconsciously. He was in charge and I loved it . Kissing me all the way down my neck, and then he put his dick back inside me. All this while, Angela and Timmy were at it on the bed .

Why was I thinking about Mark though? And not even sexual thoughts . I was angry . I was mad at myself for giving him such beautiful years of my life for him to constantly fuck around and constantly pick his baby momma and other women over me . I didn’t want to seem selfish, but I was unhappy.

All these thoughts clouded my mind to the point I didn’t even notice when James came a second time.

When he was done, I got into the shower and tried to fathom what had just transpired . I knew it was taboo, but I loved it so much!

Forbidden fruit.

XX

I got into my car and drove home to my soon to be ex husband . Just like he did to me after his sexcapades every other day .

He was in bed .

He asked me where I was from and proceeded to tell me about how amazing his night with James and the rest of the boys was .

So was mine 😎

I texted my lawyer to work on our divorce papers as I was preparing to get into bed . I knew what I wanted from then henceforth . 😊

 

 

Model: Robertta Bobbie

Photography and Editing by: Kibanja

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Read more about Mark here: https://bobbiebom.wordpress.com/2016/01/06/how-i-met-my-boyfriend-1/

Read more about Angela here: https://bobbiebom.wordpress.com/2016/07/30/210/

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