Come lunch time and I was still struggling to compile staff performance reports when he walked into my office without knocking.
‘Lunch? He asked, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his single buttoned pant suit. I was dumbfounded. Why didn’t he just pull out a club from those pants, hit me over the head and drag me to his office for a ravishing bout?
‘No, you can’t have it’, I replied calmly, expecting the usual look of confusion to fleet across his face. Instead, he smiled in perfect understanding; he walked over, placed a palm on my table; then he leaned forward until his face was nearly touching mine.
‘If that’s what I want, I won’t have to ask you for it Toni. You will beg me to take it from you. He was right. I lost my virginity to him in the elevator in the most intense way ever. He had to put his hand over my mouth to stifle the screams. Multiple orgasms are hard for many women but when it came to Ibe, for me, it was as natural as breathing.
After that I was like a jungle cat released into the wild. I couldn’t get enough of Ibe and I didn’t care if everyone around us knew it. It didn’t help that Ibe was something of an exhibitionist. He did outrageous stuff like cup my ass when I was bent over at the copier machine or stare intently at me when he was talking about someone else during meetings.
We got married six months later in a huge wedding. My mother had tears in her eyes the whole time. I was her only child after all. Ibe’s parents were rather stuck up but with time they warmed up to me and by the time we got married, they were safely in my camp.
They say when you get married; the first years are the most trying times of all. I don’t know who said that, but whoever did needs to be shot! Ibe and I had a beautiful beginning. He was kind, thoughtful, romantic and tough when he needed to be. Our sex life was even more awesome after marriage. It was like we couldn’t get enough out of each other. Maybe it was the sex that got me side tracked but when Ibe suggested role playing; I was all in for it. After all, what’s sex if there isn’t some sort of kinkiness to it? And believe me, with Ibe, I wasn’t afraid to get my freak on.
After we got married, I had to quit my job because the company had a no-marriage between-staff policy going for them. I started a dance studio and worked hard at learning how to choreograph;could I dance? Yes…I could…I could salsa and crunk and tango. It had always been a lifelong dream and Ibe being the darling that he was encouraged me to go through with it. So I was more than happy to oblige when he asked one morning, ‘how would you like to have sex on my office table? He didn’t have to ask me twice.
The next morning after he drove off to work, I hit the stores in town and bought myself a pink crotch less panties and a matching edible bra; then I bought a lovely black knee length wrap around coat that made me look so classy that I almost did myself; If it weren’t for the sales lady who was eyeing me as if she wanted to grow a pair of balls I probably would have! A pair of six inch red heels later and I was set for the role. When I arrived at the office, I caused quite a stir. Most of the people I had worked with before I got married were still there and hadn’t seen me since my single status changed. So there was a lot of eye feasting and a few breathless whistles from the men which I bluntly ignored as I headed straight for Ibe’s office, my heels tapping across the cold marble floor. His secretary looked scandalized as I strode past her without a word into his office where he was obviously busy with a client.
The look on Ibe’s face when he saw me was priceless. His mouth dropped and his hands stilled dramatically. The client was so startled by his abrupt change in demeanour that he whipped round to see what had caused it and froze as well.
Men are so easy. If we were all animals, I’m willing to bet that women would be the lions and men would be tender gazelles caught in our predatory glare. I was leaning against the door, my long legs splayed and hands in the pocket of the coat. I had just gone to the saloon to get my hair done Keri hilson style; I looked good and I knew it. I virtually had to stifle the urge to throw back my mane of hair and roar… A little cleavage and I was simply ready to be devoured.
‘Ibe, I need to speak with you immediately’, I said as calmly as you please, my eyes narrowed in with meaning. ‘Yes’, Ibe husked out. He cleared his voice and said more clearly, ‘yes…of course’ Mr Abubakar, can you excuse us for a bit? ’I’ll give you a call to reschedule our talk later.’ Need I say that Mr Abubakar got up with reluctance creaking in his every move? He nodded silently to Ibe and moved walked out of the office slowly, his eyes eating me up every step of the way. Ibe got up and kicked the door shut at the same time he grabbed me.
You see, he was expecting me to show up at work all prim and proper but I wasn’t that kind of person and sex had turned me into a wild beast and I don’t think he knew how wild a beast I was until that moment. Talk about purring like a lion! That began our sexual venture into a whole new direction; the restroom of eateries all around town, the back seat of our car while it was still parked in front of the office basking in the glow of a setting sun, the pastor’s office in church when he excused himself to get a book from the church library.
‘I hereby christen thee.’…Ibe had muttered as he plunged into me on the table where I half sat, legs wide open, glistening and wet. By the time the pastor got back, we were in our chairs, all tidied up…except for his desk of course…It looked like the fury of a tornado has passed by.
”A draft of air”…
Ibe had said solemnly at the confused look the pastor threw us…I simply nodded sagely. There’s a fine line for everything in life whether it’s love or hate, war or peace…There are always extremes and when Ibe crossed over to the extreme, I was too in love with him to stop him…