We first met Ana at a dinner party in Ikoyi. It was hard not to look at this red haired beautiful girl in a sleeveless mini gown that hugged her petite but voluptuous body. It was hard and Sophia noticed.
“Why not talk to her,” She whispered to me whilst handing me a glass of red wine. “Not yet,” I swallowed a gulp and looked away but not for long as she was with Sophia now and they were both smiling at me.
Sophia led her to me and I swallowed a hard gulp of my drink. “It was about to happen again,” I thought.
“I am Ana?” She stretched her skinny arms at me, I tell you, it was hard not to look, as her red lush lips bulged with a smile. I wanted to wet those lips.
“What did my wife say to you?” I asked. I knew what Sophia would tell her but I wanted to be sure.
“That’s your wife?” She acted shocked but it was clear she was pretending.
Sophia was at the end of the hall giving me the go-ahead but I couldn’t say anything more than:
“I like your smile.”
“Thank you,” She flushed and bit her lower lip and I took another gulp of my drink.
“Your wife said, you were looking at me so I wanted to know why?”
“I wasn’t looking at you,” I wanted to say these words for Sophia’s sake but I couldn’t miss bending Ana over the toilet sink and pounding her bare flesh at every second that slid away.
“It’s hard not to look at you…” I said and turned to ends of the hall but Sophia wasn’t anywhere again, it was just a bunch of people dancing in circles.
“Do you see my wife anywhere?” I asked her and she was ready with her answer: “maybe she don’t want to be seen.”
The last time this happened I had felt the most guilt. Eva was the name of the last girl, if that was her real name. We met her at a friend’s wedding reception and it was Sophia’s idea that I tried her out and she was easy to get. It happened at the ladies’ room and she only took off her panties and bent over the sink, for me to thrust my penis in between her legs and she was subtle enough not to let a scream out and get us noticed by the talkative ladies that kept talking about how undeserving the bride was of the groom.
We drove home silent that night and went to bed the same way.
“Are okay?” I had asked Sophia and she smiled out at me not uttering a word. I was to believe everything was fine but it wasn’t.
And now this, Ana wanted to be bent over and I felt it in my gut but I couldn’t do this to Sophia again.
We listened to Jon Bellion as we drove home, I had loved what Sophia loved so it wasn’t hard to love Jon Bellion. “Tell me about it,” Sophia said as the music died down. “About what?” I pretended not to know what she was referring to.
“About the red girl?” She heaved her voice over the intro of Coldplay’s ‘paradise’
“Nothing happened…” I replied and I imagined her reaction. She should be happy, I did not go through with it.
“You are lying…” She scoffed and raised the volume of the song. It was hard to believe, I did not blame her.
“No, I am not…” I said and pulled up at the traffic stop with the red light unblinking same as Sophia.
“She refused?” She let out her signature low laugh but it had never symbolized happiness.
“It wasn’t her. It was all me.”
Between my last statement and when the greenlight gave us the go-ahead there was a silence that I had thought it would be kiss on my cheek or a hug but Sophia was cold like she had wanted me to go through with it.
“I gave a man a head,” She said finally, breaking the silence.
“Head?” I knew what that meant but I wanted to be sure.
“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew we were not going to go through with it,” I sensed contrite in her voice but it was too late, I was hurt already.
It was my turn to serve the silent treatment and I had done it expertly. Once she rolled over to kiss me and I bluntly refused.
“Same mouth you used to give a blowjob abi?”
She should feel worse than I had felt; that was my intention but Sophia had many tricks under sleeves.
One evening I returned from work to find Ana with her in the living room, having a laugh like old friends. Ana wore a short denim gown and I could not help but look at her beautiful brown legs, it was hard I tell you but I already knew the game Sophia was playing.
“Remember Ana hon…?” Sophia said stroking the red hair of Ana.
“Can I have a word with you?” I retorted and left them with bewilderment.
I waited for her at the kitchen doorway, dying to wipe off the smirk on her face as she approached.
“What is she doing here?” I could not wait for her to get to me before blurting out.
“I met her at the mall and I thought it would be nice to invite her over.”
“Well you thought wrong…” I retorted and made for the fridge in the kitchen.
“You never had a chance with her at the party,” She followed me – the wife of the year.
“I told you I couldn’t do it…,” I said and slammed back the door of the fridge after grabbing a bottle of water.
“I could tell her to leave…” She said and paused, waiting for me to say something else but I held my words and took a gulp of the water.
“Well she is here already…” I said finally and a mischievous smile covered her face. After five years of marriage, I might have been wrong to think that Sophia doesn’t know my ‘mumu button.’
Ana had dinner with us and she laughed stupidly all through it and I could not help but imagine her naked on my bed.
“You have a beautiful home,” Ana said, stealing a glance at my lusted face whilst referring her statement to Sophia. I might had been wrong to guess Ana was anything but a teenager – sixteen or seventeen, her red hair was just a disguise.
That night Ana accepted to follow me to my room. I left the light on to make her feel comfortable.
“Would you like to shower first?” I asked and waited for her response but she said nothing and climbed the bed, feeling its softness and then spread her legs.
“The light…” She said and I looked at her quizzically for a split second and then turned the light off whilst she moved to the head of the bed with her legs still apart and I hurled my trouser to the floor.
“Don’t rush…” her voice was almost hard to hear as I climbed the bed. “I like it gentle.”
I went for gentle, helped her out of her dress and her G-string gently.
I kissed her neck first and then her chin and her lips welcomed me.
“Do you like this?”
I went for her bulging breast and her reddened nipples and she quivered and sent a shrill moan to the air.
I buried my head in between her legs with my tongues finding its way through to her clits.
“Hah…” She moaned again.
“Keep it down,” I whispered to her and she nodded affirmatively.
Nothing was more palatable than the next ten minutes — she was sweeter than honey and I couldn’t help but pour hot milk into her.
Sophia was in the living room with a glass of vodka and watching a re-run episode of desperate housewives when I came downstairs.
“How was it?” Her voice was low.
“It wasn’t bad,” I replied and collapsed on the couch with her.
“How is she?” She asked and took a gulp of vodka.
“Where I left her. She should rest for the night I think.”
“Sure,” She said and staggered up.
“Are you drunk?” I held her hand, trying to stop her from taking another step.
“I am fine…” She said and hurled her hand away and made for the stairs.
“I need to check on her, so she doesn’t steal anything.”
It was passed the hours of four when Sophia returned and I was half asleep on the couch.
“Bash…” She shouted and I jolted from the couch.
There was a knife in her hand covered with blood and she was hyperventilating.
“It has happened again?” She managed to say and I knew already what had happened, it was now left for me to clean our mess.