THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: PART 5

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: PART 5

It did not take long to prepare my husband to leave as he was to leave very early to avoid being caught up in the traffic jam in the morning rush hour.

“Kiss me good bye.” I told my husband on his way out.

“Oh! I am in a hurry.” My husband told me as he stood on the door on his way out.

“All right, go well.” I told him.

He got outside, got into his car and rolled on his way towards the gate. Ken opened the gate for him and closed behind him.

I went to work that morning feeling a little confused not sure of what I really wanted. When I met Celestine in the morning, she was quick to notice that I was not quiet all right.

“My husband is becoming colder each day. He is so busy with his work he no longer cares about my feelings.” I told Celestine.

“That is what pushed me into having an affair. I was emotionally starved, I really wanted someone to talk to, to hold, to open up to, someone to comfort my feelings etc. I wish men would just understand that money is not everything in a relationship.” Celestine told me.

“I wish he had more time with me, or at least the little time he has with me he gives me all his attention. When he comes home, he just buries himself in his laptop, only talks to me when making a request. Even sex he only has it with me when he gets an erection and that leaves me wanting.” I told Celestine not sure if I was telling her too much.

Celestine looked at me for a whole. She seemed to be sizing up my hips for whatever reason. “A beautiful woman like you deserves some passion. Come on, let the old man look for money, you have someone to cater for that at least within your compound.” Celestine told me and winked. She seemed to approve of my desire for my shamba boy for the first time. It made my heart skip a beat.

The day progressed on well with little work to do save for the balancing of the cash books, producing a financial report and sending it to the boss, the rest of the time I spent it on Facebook chatting with some friends randomly catching up with some gossips here and there. I was in this popular Facebook group where women talked openly about their affairs and it seemed like it was the order of the day. Some stories were so juicy they seemed to fantasy or plain lies but they really made me curious until I began to comment on them just to see how the people will respond to them.

Most women did not seem bothered with the fact that they had affairs with their drivers, gym instructors, gym mates who they worked out with, watchmen and some even had more bizarre stores of having affairs with street boys! This seemed to give me courage with my desire for Ken who at least was not a street boy.

When evening came, I passed by the local shopping center to buy some few items and drove home slowly having some random thoughts. My husband had not called to tell me if he arrived to Mombasa safely but my phone which would give his location indicated that he was in Mombasa. I got home and found Ken cutting some grass for the cattle.

“Hi, Ken. “I greeted him as usual.

“Hi.” He replied.

“Do you mind coming in the evening?” I asked him immediately I parked my car. He looked at me as if weighing his answer before saying yes and continuing with his work.

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When Ken came, it didn’t take me long to see that he was eager and had gained some confidence owing to the fact that I had spent some time with him in the house alone in the few previous days. He even wore more decently unlike how he used to wear. He was also livelier that evening.

Immediately after supper, I surprised him with a question, “Ken, have you ever had an HIV test?” I asked him.

“What for? I am clean.” He answered immediately with confidence.

“I want to test you.” I told him.

He looked at me surprised.

“Why? I fear that test.” He told me.

“I want to have you without a condom that is why I want to.” I told him. His face lit up and I could see some anxiety in his expression.

“All right, if you insist.” He told me.

It did not take long to test him since I had done it before I got married and I was so thrilled to see that he was HIV negative.

“Why don’t you accept to kiss me?” I asked him. I pointed to him a scene in the movie we were watching where a couple were kissing.

He looked at me for a while and said, “Isn’t it wrong to lick someone’s saliva?”

It occurred to me he might have never really kissed someone.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” I asked Ken.

“Hmm, no. Not that where the lips get together but I have.” He told me. He sounded honest.

“Have you had sex before?” I asked him.

He laughed a little.” At my age, do you expect I had not had sex? I have.” He told me. Made me a little jealous of the girl he had it with. But at least it gave me hope he would know what to do with me.

“I want to kiss you.” I told him not sure how he would react. I felt a heat rush by just saying that.

He just looked at me smiling. I moved closer to him and began to get closer to his face with my face. He suddenly held me by my jawbone and pulled me towards him, planted an awkward kiss on my lips for a few seconds and released me immediately. I felt a sudden rush of desire all over my veins as I hoped he would do more but sensing that he was not comfortable with it, I just began to caress his chest just trying to make him feel comfortable with me. He also folded his arm around my waist as I lay on his broad chest caressing his hard abs and triceps. I was really enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles such that I did not realize he had began to unbutton my blouse.

Suddenly I felt his hand rest on my bra as he began to play with my boobs making me feel like a college girl who had just discovered that she has some feminine feeling hitherto she knew nothing of. The way Ken behaved with me made me feel like I was a school girl still exploring her bodily desires. It was a strange feeling which I could not remember feeling in a long time.

I began kissing his neck slowly and he responded by holding me even tighter. I then gently pushed him to lie on the long coach and I lay myself on top of his hard body lengthwise. It really melted me such that I let myself lay freely on top of him as he held me on his chest. He began caressing my bums under my skirt and slowly began to unzip it and within no time, I only had my underpants between my bums and his hands. I also began to undress him and this time he did not resist as the previous day and slowly by slowly I undressed him.

“Can we switch off the lights?” He asked.

“Are you afraid to be naked in front of me?” I asked him. He looked at me sheepishly like a young boy. I could see naivety and some innocence in his eyes. He was not as experienced sexually.

“Yes, I am a little afraid, you know…..” He cut short his sentence as he noticed my naked boobs facing him. I gasped as I beheld his surprised gaze like he really did not expect to see me like that. I had removed my own bra without his knowledge.

“All right, let me switch them off.” I told him and stood up to go and switch of the lights so as he would be comfortable with me, at least I knew it would make it a little better.

It is when I turned to face him just before I switched off the lights that I got to saw his erect organ directly facing me as he began to lower his trousers and what I saw made me suddenly hold my breath, made my whole-body shiver and made my legs suddenly feel weak.

>>To be continued>>

As narrated by Anthony Kerry, Story teller.

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: PART 4

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: PART 4

When evening came I prepared some nice chapatis and beef stew. The anxiety in me was sky high as I anticipated for an evening of passion with my Shamba boy who seemed so promising. I even made sure to wear provocatively so that my curves would be so evident to try to see if I would win over Ken with physical appeal.

I was seated on the coach watching some nice bongo movies when I heard a soft knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat.

“Come in!” I said instinctively and held my breath to see who would come in. I did not even turn as I just wanted it to be a surprise to my psychology.

“Honey, I am home!” A voice so familiar to my memory talked sending chills down my spine as I turned to see who it was.

To my shock, it was my husband who had come home abruptly and announced unlike the days before. I however stood up and went to give him a hug.

“Welcome home, darling.” I told my husband but my heart sank with the knowledge that had it passed a few minutes I probably would have been caught red handed.

“I am sorry I did not call you to tell you I am coming. It was so abrupt and we are on our way to Mombasa for another business meeting to meet some Asian partners who supply us with the merchandise. In fact, I just passed by, I will not even sleep home tonight. I would have gone to Mombasa directly but did not think it is right to just pass over without seeing you.” My husband told me.

“Oh! That is nice. Then let me serve you supper right away.” I told him.

I served him the food fast and we ate together while watching a movie. As we were eating and talking, there was someone calling him on his phone telling him not to be late. However, Ken did not come for supper as it was possible he did not want to come while my husband was there.

It was already dark, at around 9 pm when my husband left. I would have wished he slept over to take care of my horniness but did not as he was up chasing deals. I did not know whether to feel happy for that, or to just tell him how much I missed to be with him.

As soon as he left, I called Ken over his phone.

“Why didn’t you join us for supper?” I asked Ken once he got inside the house.

He smiled and said, “I did not want to come when the master was here.” He said. That is how he used to call my husband.

“He has travelled to Mombasa, probably will be back in 3 days’ time.” I told Ken.

Ken laughed a little.

“Sometimes people go home unexpected, so it is risky. Besides, Master has keys for the main gate and main door. Aren’t you afraid you might get caught?” Ken asked and the manner he spoke I knew he was up to some of what I expected.

“He cannot come without telling me.” I lied to Ken but for the first time I knew my husband can come without telling me and that was really unsettling to me. I even began to think what would happen if my husband caught me red handed having sex with our shamba boy. But I evaluated my feelings and knew I had reached a point of no return.

I served Ken his food and we ate talking about nothing in particular. At around 11 pm, I gathered the courage and went to sit on the coach next to him. He just looked at me and smiled. The house was warm due to the heater that was on.

“It is not cold in here.” Ken noted.

“Yes, you can even remove your sweater and you will be comfortable.” I told Ken who instinctively removed his sweater and inside he was wearing a tight brown T shirt. Immediately he removed it, I began to caress his arms. He turned to face me. He was bold that evening and it was working to my advantage.

I leaned forward and tried to kiss him but he backed off.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” I asked him.

“Madam, how can I drink someone else’ saliva?” He asked.

“No! it is just kissing.” I told him.

He however placed his hand on my left boob and that made me feel suddenly so aroused. We continued to caress and I reached for his trouser and began to unzip it. But Ken stopped me when I tried to reach for his pajama he stopped me. He did not want me to touch his penis.

“Ken, I just want you to fuck me, please.” I told him gathering all the courage to tell him raw and direct. He looked at me as if surprised but did not react. He however reached for my tight-fitting skirt and unzipped it. He removed it and threw it to the floor. He then reached for my underpants and removed it slowly without really looking at my eyes. His movements were a little mechanical and I wished we would romance some more. I figured out he could be inexperienced or just naïve or both.

He then pulled me to lie on the long coach that we were on and he slowly lowered himself on top of me without taking off his clothes.

“Won’t you remove the rest of my clothes or won’t you remove your clothes?” I asked him.

“We can still do it like this.” Ken said smiling faintly. He sure was not romantic at all. I even tried to touch his penis but he backed off a little not allowing me to even feel it at all leave alone to see it. He however wiggled himself a little bit on top of me and I knew he was removing his penis in preparation to penetrate me when suddenly my phone rang. He looked at me as if not sure if I will indeed want to pick it.

On looking at the screen, it was my husband calling.

I tensed as I picked it while Ken sat down with his legs crossed not wanting me to see his penis.

“Hello.” I answered the phone. It was almost midnight.

“Hello, our journey has been postponed, I was thinking of sleeping over to the hotel but since I am not far, I feel I can still drive home. I thought you would be asleep but I wanted to tell you I am on my way.” My husband said.

“It is ok, I am still watching a move, just come you shall go tomorrow.” I told him. He hung up and I knew he was indeed on his way home.

“My husband is coming.” I told Ken. The shock on his eyes you would have thought I had told him he is right at the door coming in.

He stood up fast and turned the other way to whisk his penis inside his trouser. He did not give me a chance to even see it. He then wore his sweater fast and wanted to go out through the back door.

“You can still go through the front door.” I told him.

“No, let me go through the kitchen door.” He told me and walked fast towards the back door.

I escorted him on his way out and he disappeared behind the house on his way to his sleeping servant quarters.

After he was gone, I thought for a while and imagined how risky whatever I was trying to do. I surely would have been caught twice in one day! I even thought I would just abandon the whole mission all together.

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When my husband finally came, he told me he was tired and just wanted to go to sleep. We went to bed together but I was still so horny from fantasizing about Ken. I tried to romance my husband to see if he would at least make love to me but no sooner had he settled on bed than he went to sleep immediately leaving me feeling like my body was about to explode anytime with intense desire. I even harbored thoughts of sneaking to Ken’s place and get a good fuck and return to bed when my husband was sleeping but thought that was even riskier.

I had no choice than to put my hand in between my thighs, press my clitoris hard and go to sleep hoping that once sleep overtook me, I would cool down.

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Ken lay on top of me on the coach and the house was dim. Without wasting time, he removed his hard penis and as fast as he could manage, he pushed it so hard inside me making me feel like he was tearing my vagina apart. He kept pushing it until I could not take it anymore and began to back of slowly.

“Ken, you are hurting me.” I told him but he just kept going. He held me by my shoulders and pushed himself so deep into my vagina deeper than anyone had ever reached inside me. I felt like all my body was consummated by his massive penis. He began fucking me so hard giving me no chance to even lift my hips to adjust myself and be a little comfortable with his rhythm. He kept going like he was turbo charged for about 3 minutes and suddenly he formed a grotesque facial expression and I knew he was about to ejaculate inside me.

“Ken, withdraw please don’t cum inside me!” I tried begging him but he did not even listen to me as he suddenly trembled so hard on top of me and I knew he had spilled everything inside me. Suddenly he withdrew and I could feel some semen spilling outside my vagina towards my anus.

In that short period, I felt like my vagina had been torn as if I was a virgin once more. I could not move for some time and I lay there motionless as Ken tucked his penis fast such that I did not even see it but I could tell his penis was bigger than the one I was used to. Suddenly, Ken moved me by my shoulders.

“Wake up!” He told me.

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I suddenly woke up and found that I was having a dream. It was my husband telling me to wake up to prepare him to go to Mombasa. I felt a little ashamed that I could dream of another man with my husband lying just next to me.

I dragged myself out of bed at around 5 am and went to the kitchen to prepare some drinking chocolate for him.

>>To be continued>>

Narrated by Kerry

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: PART 3

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: PART 3

In the evening, I cooked some nice fish and Ugali. I invited in Ken who came a bit earlier since he had planned his work well and finished early. My husband was still abroad so there was no chance I would get caught in case things got passionate.

I had cooked even some nice tea with tea masala.

So, we sat watching the movie not knowing how to let the cat out of the bag and let Ken know my desires.

“So, Ken how do you lift such heavy sacks, a while 90 kg? you must be so strong!” I told him trying to tease him along with words. He laughed a little.

“Madam, they are not 90 kg, they are 70 kg. I told you I do exercises to remain strong since my work is physically tasking and demanding.” Ken told me.

“Oh! I had not noticed, all right.” I told him.

“Ken, are you married?” I asked him.

“Oh! No. If I was married you would know.” Ken told me.

“Do you have a girl friend?” I asked him.

“No, not at the moment. We broke up some months a go so am still single.” Ken told me smiling.

I imagined what to tell him. I tried to rehearse words in my mind but no matter what I thought, I could not seem to bring out my thoughts clearly.

“Ken, were I to tell you a secret, would you let someone else know?” I suddenly asked him.

“No, madam. Trust me, no one would know. I am excellent with keeping secrets.” Ken said with confidence.

“I have this secret I had always wanted to let you know.” I told him and paused to gauge his reaction. I could see his eagerness.

“Tell me, no problem.” Ken urged me.

“Ken, I don’t know how you will take this, but I have always admired you. I have always wanted you. I want to hold you, to feel you, I want to be in your arms. I love you, Ken.” I told him.

He instead laughed softly but did not answer me.

“What do you think of it, Ken? Can you be my secret lover?” I asked him.

“But, Madam, you are married. You have a husband.” Ken told me.

That meant Ken was not as easy as I thought.

“True, I have a husband but I want you.” I told him.

He remained silent.

“Ken, you are not talking to me.” I told Ken.

“Because I really don’t know what to say.” Ken told me.

I knew the best leverage against a man is his physical desires and no man would resist a woman, at least not physically so I edged myself closer to where Ken was sitting. I made sure my thighs were exposed half way and I sat so close to him such that our thighs were touching.

I took his hand and placed it on my hand and he did not resist. I slowly began taking his hand to my thigh and he seemed like he was willing.

I placed my hand on his muscular thigh and began caressing it slowly. My heart was racing in anticipation. He just sat there smiling softly looking at the TV. He had finished eating his food and so we were just relaxing.

Slowly, I began caressing his arms under his sweater and I could not resist myself from appreciating his hard biceps under his sweater. I held myself onto him hanging by his shoulder such that my right boob touched his triceps. I took it that he was enjoying since he was not resisting and thus I began to caress his abdomen, his chest as he placed his hand on my thigh.

However, as I reached for his lower abdomen he held my hand firmly. I stopped caressing him.

“Madam, thanks for the good food. I want to go to sleep.” Ken suddenly told me.

“I want us to stay a little longer.” I told him.

“Thank you, Madam. But I beg to go.” Ken told me slowly standing up. I stood up with him and held him by his waist. I had thought perhaps he would get aroused but it seemed like he was not since there as no bulge on his trouser.

“Stay with me, please…” I begged him. My body was burning with desire to have Ken inside me.

“I have to go.” Ken said firmly.

“I want you to stay.” I told him trying to sound firm too.

He looked at me in the eyes. “Madam, you are someone’s wife. I cannot do this with you. I will get killed if master knows this.” Ken suddenly told me.

I read that as he wanted but was afraid.

“My husband does not have to know we did it.” I told Ken.

“Really? I know men who have gotten killed because of this, please let me go.” Ken told me and pulled himself out of my embrace.

I tried rocking him into my chest but he gently pushed me away.

“Madam, I cannot do this, sorry.” Ken told me politely.

I thought fast.

“Ken, I will increase your salary if you agree to be my secret lover.” I told him.

“No, please. Thank you.” Ken told me and began walking towards the door.

“Ken, do you know I can decide if you stay on this job or gets fired?” I tried to be firm. But Ken laughed.

“Madam, you really don’t have to say that. Even before I came here, I was alive so leaving here won’t make me dead. Good night.” Ken told me and disappeared.

Immediately Ken went, I sat on the coach thinking what had just happened. How could Ken reject my advances? Wasn’t he a man enough?

I slowly began to feel angry with a mixture of shame. I did not know how I would face Ken the following day after trying to seduce him and failing at it. I even thought of following him to his quarters but did not have the courage to do so.

My whole body was pulsating such that I was feeling hot despite the chilly weather of Limuru.

When I went to my bedroom, I was however feeling cold. I switched on the heater and lay there thinking. My husband had called and we talked for about 5 minutes.

I lay there fantasizing. I could not sleep. My body was really boiling until my clitoris was throbbing. I knew I had no choice than to masturbate so that my body would relax. I reached for my dildo, parted my legs as I lay facing the ceiling and began caressing my vulvas with it all the while thinking about Ken. I caressed my labia majora and clitoris. I smeared it with my vaginal lubrication so that it would be smooth to enable it to caress my clitoris well. I began tapping my clitoris with the dildo until I could hear myself moaning loudly as I parted my legs so wide apart.

Gently, I pushed the dildo inside my wet vagina until it was so deep I could feel it touching my cervix. I pushed it in and out rhythmically for some minutes, varying in speed and tempo until I could feel my vaginal walls begin to spasm in nearness to an orgasm. I continued until I felt a wave of passion sweep across my body. I raised my hips a bit upwards and felt like the dildo has gotten bigger inside my aroused vagina. I clenched it with a kegel and suddenly, I erupted. I could not control myself and began writhing in pleasure on my bed with my legs shaking, body trembling and vagina pulsating as vaginal creams spilled from deep within me and some fluids escaped from deep within me until I let out a soft cry.

My body completely relaxed such that I was able to go to sleep.

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The following day, I feigned sickness so that I could not go to work.  I however was trying to see if I could spend some more time with Ken trying to see if he could change his mind.

“Good morning, Madam.” Ken greeted me respectfully as usual in the morning when he came for his tea.

“Ken, I would wish you be addressing me using my name. Call me Grace, or Nduku my other name.” I told him. His eyes suddenly lit.

“Madam, do you want to tell me you are a Kamba?” He asked me.

“Yes, you mean you never knew that?” I asked Ken.

“Imagine, I never suspected. You speak fluent Kikuyu!” Ken told me.

“But my husband is a Kikuyu.” I told Ken.

“Oh! I knew that.” Ken told me as a matter of fact.

“Aren’t you going to work today?” Ken asked me.

“No, today I took an off so as I can do some of my personal work here.” I told Ken.

I got busy doing some house hold chores and later some cleaning in the compound.

“Madam, I will cut those don’t worry.” Ken told me when he saw me pruning some hedges.

“No, let me just help you.” I told Ken. He was as jovial as he was always, as if nothing really happened between us the previous evening. I even wore some gumboots and offered to help him clean up the cow shed as he fed them since we were doing zero grazing with 20 dairy cows, 6 bulls as our cattle. I marveled at how hardworking Ken must have been maintaining all those cows daily.

“Madam, careful, that cow has developed a habit of pushing people.” Ken told me as he noticed I was too close to one of the bulls.

“Oh! I did not know.” I told him moving out of its way. As we were working, I got talking to Ken and steered the conversation towards our previous night’s incidence.

“I was afraid we might get caught. What if your husband comes home abruptly and finds us?” Ken asked.

“He shall be back next week. Even if he is to come before he must tell me. He never comes without informing.” I reassured Ken.

We spoke a lot and Ken promised he shall come in the evening. I felt anxious as I felt that I had nearly convinced him that it was safe with me in the house.

The day progressed well as I also made some lunch, served Ken some as he continued with his work and I went to do some washing. All I wanted was evening to come fast so that I would see if Ken was indeed serious to come.

>>to be continued>>

As narrated by Kerry

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA:PART 2

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: 2

That night I had an erotic dream such that when I woke up, I was completely wet and my entire body was pulsating with raw desire to have Ken in between my thighs making me feel ashamed of my own desires. I knew it was pure desire and nothing more even though it made me confused like I was falling in love once more like a teenage girl getting a crush with a handsome boy. The feeling made me feel like I was a teenage and aroused in me desires I had long thought were gone.

Even though Ken used to take a thermos of tea to his staff quarters, that morning he did not come for the tea at around 6 am. I was preparing to go to work around 7 am when he came and knocked.

“Oh! Good morning, Ken.” I greeted him casually.

“Good morning, Madam.” He answered with his deep voice that made my heart race.

“You did not come for your tea.” I told him.

“I woke up late and had to rush to the milk collection center.” He told me. I handed him his thermos. That morning he was wearing a thick sweater but had folded it in his arms and I could see his arms.

I gave him instructions on some work I wanted him to do before leaving for work.

I was working at a local branch of our Mavuno SACCO as an accountant.

I arrived at work at around 8:30 am, some minutes late. I was glad the boss had not yet arrived but I met my friend Celestine who had already arrived.

“Good morning, Grace. Wow! Today you look wonderful!” Celestine told me. I had worn a tight fitting brown mini dress. For some reason, I wanted to see if it will score some feelings to Ken and wanted to see if he will ogle at me more. My petite body seemed curvy under that little dress.

“Aw! Thank you!” I told Celestine.

“You seem like you have a date today…” Celestine complemented me further making me feel shy a bit.

“I wish I had, my husband is away, he is in Uganda.” I told Celestine.

“Then you have just worn like this to feel good or are you trying to score someone?” She asked jokingly.

“Come to my office, I can tell you more.” I told Celestine who followed me excitedly as if expecting some good news or juicy gossips.

“Ehe, tell me, what is new in your world?” Celestine asked me. I was so free with Celestine I did not waste time telling her what it was.

“My dear, it is my shamba boy. That young man is driving me crazy. Every time I am thinking about how I can get him. It is more than a month with my body burning with desire to have him. The boy is so handsome, masculine with nice physique makes me feel like he can really handle a woman nicely, but I just have no idea how to let him know. It is driving me crazy.” I told Celestine.

She remained silent for a while.

“Please don’t judge me, I am going through a lot and the lest I expect is for you to judge me…” I was telling Celestine when she cut me short.

“Oh! No, don’t worry I am a woman, been married for 15 years. I understand you.” She reassured me.

Awkward silence followed.

“So, what is your advice to me?” I asked Celestine.

“Would you wish me to tell you?” She asked sounding like a teacher. It scared me a little.

“Yes, tell me anything.” I told her.

She took in a deep breath.

“Grace, I am an older woman compared to you. I have been in such a situation. I admired my husband’s friend until I decided to get him. My husband was lousy in bed and did not care when I suggested for him to improve. So, I went ahead and seduced his best friend. But my case was different, the friend was within our social level so not much difficult. But, Grace, Shamba boy???! Aren’t you worried what that someone might know? Besides, he is too low for your class why can’t you get a man of your class?” Celestine asked me.

I pulled my chair to sit facing Celestine.

“My dear, you cannot understand. Not like I want a full-blown affair, no. I just want to have sex with him, nothing more.” I told her.

“But, imagine undressing for a younger man who is way below your class…” Celestine asked.

I thought for a while and started thinking perhaps I was fooling myself so much. But, I asked myself, isn’t he a man like the other men? What makes him a lesser man, just working in the Shamba? It did not make sense.

“Celestine, all I want is that young man. Perhaps after getting him for one day my desires shall be quenched. I just want to hold him, to kiss his lips, to feel myself in his strong arms, perhaps for him to lift me with his strong arms.” I told Celestine.

She laughed a little. “Oh! Yes, at least he will indeed lift you easily, you are petite unlike me who needs to join the gym soon and shed some kilos.” Celestine, who was a woman with a huge bust told me.

“But you look nice with your figure!” I told Celestine, trying to change the topic.

“Really? Thank you! But weighing almost 100 kg is not cool. There are so many things I cannot enjoy like my man can no longer lift me in his arms no matter how much he tries. I miss the romance where he would swing me around like a movie star.” Celestine told me. But that reminded me that was what I was also missing. My husband had gotten so fat and lazy he would not hold me anymore in the air hence making me desire for that young man.

“My husband has gotten so fat his banana is buried, he can no longer fuck me properly whenever he is on top of me his huge pot belly makes me tired, he sweats on top of me a lot like we are doing wrestling, it is disgusting.” I told Celestine. She laughed.

“Come on! You can tell him to go to the gym and work out.” Celestine told me.

“My man has a huge ego you would never tell him anything.” I told Celestine.

“But then you think the young man will compensate for that? I mean, what if you get caught? What if he falls in love with you? What if you also fall in love with him? Think about this a lot. Most guys whose jobs are physical are so energetic, he will burn out the passion in you but remember you are a woman, when someone ignites the passionate fires in you, you will end up falling in love, no doubt about it. My affair nearly tore my marriage apart. Be careful.” Celestine told me.

I laughed.

“All I want is sex, nothing more.” I told Celestine who laughed at me so hard making me wonder whether I said something funny.

“You know, you have never had an affair. I can really tell. Let me tell you, we women pretend like sex does not matter, but trust me, once you get fantastic sex from a man, you will go crazy for him. You will always think about him. You will begin to resent your husband and might end up falling in love with your other man. Unlike men whose affairs are always so physical, women end up being emotional and wrecks everything.” Celestine told me. She made me think of the possibilities of me falling in love with Ken.

“By the way, are you talking of the young man who came with you to the shops sometimes back to help you with packing some items in your car?” Celestine suddenly asked.

“Yes, that is him.” I told Celestine. She smiled and remained silent for a while.

“Why did you ask?” I asked Celestine.

“Damn! All right if it is him. I liked his energy. That one will tear you apart he seems really energetic.” Celestine said with a wink on her face.

“Come on! Did you admire him? Be honest…” I teased Celestine.

“Hmm, he is a Shamba boy…” Celestine said with a snide.

“Can’t we see him as a man not just a shamba boy?” I asked Celestine.

“See what am telling you? You are now becoming defensive with him.” Celestine told me and laughed.

“Not really, but I don’t like defining men with their job. He has a dick for heaven’s sake that is what makes him a man anyway…” I told Celestine with a smile on my face. She laughed.

“Anyway, sorry for that. But I think you had better gotten a man who ever if you are aver caught, there won’t be too much of a shame. But imagine people getting to know you are screwing your Shamba boy? Think about that.” Celestine told me.

“What was he, the man who you had an affair with?” I asked Celestine.

“He was a lecturer, in fact he was my lecturer when I was in college. So, we just got to hook up later when I got to know he was my husband’s friend.” Celestine told me.

“Was he good in bed?” I asked Celestine. That question seemed to catch her off guard.

“Well……not as good as I had expected. In fact, he was average, more or less like my own husband. The good thing is, he was caring, loving, he was connecting well with my emotions and feelings. Whenever we had a problem with my husband I would go to his place, cry on his shoulders, he would listen to everything I said and made me feel so appreciated. That is what made me fall for him, not sex per se.” Celestine told me.

“No wonder you don’t understand when I tell you am admiring my Shamba boy. Your affair was more emotional, for me my thing is just physical nothing more. I don’t need to have him sorting my emotional problems but physical problems.”

>>>To be continued>>>

Narrated by Kerry

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA PART 1

THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA PART 1

I had always admired Ken, our resident Shamba boy. The man had a way better physique compared to that of my husband who was plump, with a huge pot belly and layers of fat hanging from his body while weighing almost 100 kg. it was always tiresome having sex with him. But Ken was muscular due to working hard in our farm, he would easily lift a 90 kg sack of cow feed and carry it to the store with much ease. He always wore a vest when working which made his bulging muscles even more pronounced as he walked around. Though not being the dark type as he was a little light skinned, he had a great complexion. The problem with Ken is he was uneducated and would barely speak English.

But whenever I saw him working in our shamba at our rural home, my heart would skip a bit wondering how it would feel to be in his powerful arms in an embrace or doing even some more erotic acts. This always made me feel guilty as I had never cheated on my husband since I got married to him for almost 10 years. But my husband had put on so much weight since we got married such that it got to a point I no longer fancied his physique. Trying to tell him to cut some weight was always frowned upon as he would keep telling me that the pride of an African man is his pot belly that showcased his hard work and how he eats properly, arguing that men who are settled and happy always end up with a pot belly and that having a pot belly is a sign of achievement and respect amongst men. But this ended up taking toll on our sex life as I even stopped admiring him. I dreaded seeing him naked.

But my husband was indeed a hard-working man with several business outlets in the county of Kiambu. He was respected even in our locality in clubs, churches and social joints he used to go. People thought we were the perfect couple but I was sexually starved and my husband was doing nothing to make it work. Him being the provider made him think that is enough for me and our 2 children we had gotten together since we got married.

The fatter my husband became, the more I began fantasizing about Ken. Some days I would watch him carrying something heavy with his muscles bulging and I would catch my breath for no apparent reason. But I was keeping my distance not to fall into temptations as I found my body wanting Ken from time to time until I hated myself. I even contemplated telling my husband to fire him but what reason would I give of dismissing him? He was a good worker by all means.

Sometimes I felt like it could be I had a problem since I never got satisfied sexually and my husband would get tired easily.

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However this all seemed to change when one day, when my husband had travelled to Uganda to meet a business partner I got home early and found Ken feeding the cows as usual. I had carried some goods in my car and some were heavy than I could lift comfortably. As I was trying to lift them, I hit a small stone and fell.

“Oh! Sorry Madam, you would have told me to assist you. Please let me assist you.” Ken told me with his heavy Kikuyu accent.

“Oh! No, I am all right.” I tried telling him but all the same he came over and lifted the sacks for me. He carried them with ease to the kitchen store since most were food items. I just stood there just watching at him doing what he does best wearing a tight T shirt. After he was done, I just found myself telling him, “Ken, thank you so much. Do you mind joining me for supper today?” I asked him.

He usually ate at his staff quarters so he got surprised when I suggested him to join me for supper.

“No, Madam, I am ok, I will just eat at my place.” Ken tried saying but I insisted until he promised to finish his work and come over at the evening. My children had travelled to Nairobi to visit their aunt and so I was alone in the house, even our house girl was not around too as he had taken a one week off to visit her mum in Bungoma.

I prepared some supper and at around 8 pm, I sat at the table room expecting Ken to come. He sure did not fail to come. He came and knocked the front door.

“Oh! Please come in, have a seat.” I told Ken.

“Thank you, Mama Kamau.” Ken told me as he got in and sat. Ken was a jovial man so it was not difficult maintaining a conversation with him, even though I was feeling awkward and nervous since I had never really gotten to be with Ken alone in the house.

I kept asking Ken about his personal past. It is when I got to know his actual age, he was 24 years old. I felt even more guilty admiring him since being 35 years old I did not know whether it was right fantasizing about a man over a decade younger than me.

I however did not know how to break the ice and let him know what I was feeling for him. I did not want to come out as a cheap woman, or immoral for that matter and I did not know how he would react if I told him what I was feeling for him. We were watching some random movies and the weather outside was cold since it was drizzling outside.

“Ken, how do you manage to stay like that when it is so cold?” I asked him since he was wearing a T shirt only.

“I eat a lot of mutura and soap at Kanyara’s place daily.” He said.

“Just that?” I asked him. I wished I would gather more courage to let him know I really admired him.

He smiled, a simple smile that made me even weaker.

“Yes, Madam. If you eat healthy, you will be able to withstand cold weather.” He said.

“You also have big arms and a nice physique. Do you work out?” I asked him.

He laughed a little, looked at his left arm and said, “I lift some stones that I made. My work needs me to be physically strong so I have to ensure I stay strong and healthy, otherwise, I might collapse under the workload here.” He said.

“Do we give you a lot of work?” I asked him.

“Oh! No, I am all right with the work, I can manage it.” He said.

Our dog barked outside severally. It was dark almost 10 pm.

“Why is he barking?” I asked.

“I don’t know, let me go and check.” Ken said standing up.

“Did you close the gate?” I asked him.

“Yes, I always lock it after 8 pm.” Ken said.

Ken opened the door and went outside. The dogs came running after him. He asked them why they were barking as if he would get a response. He went around our expansive compound before coming back.

“There is nothing, just some mongoose, perhaps or a wild cat. They are many around here and they normally steal chicken.” Ken said.

We sat watching the movie and just talking until it was around 11 pm.

Suddenly, Ken stood up and said, “Madam, I want to go to sleep. I want to be able to wake up tomorrow early in the morning to milk the cows.”

I wished I had the courage to just let it out of my mouth what I was feeling. I had always seen it in movies and heard of women who openly told a man what she was feeling for him, but I never imagined it would be so difficult to let it out. I felt like there was a huge stone seated in my heart that I was unable to lift. I even wondered, how does a woman tell a man she wants him? How?

“Ken, we can stay for a while. I am not feeling like sleeping.” I tried to talk him into making him stay a little more. I wanted to see if I would gather enough courage to tell him. But I kept wondering, what will Ken think of me? Is it even right for a woman of my social status sleeping with her shamba boy? Would I really bring myself to cheat on my husband with a shamba boy? A stream of questions formulated in my head.

“I shall come tomorrow and stay more, today I was tired. Tomorrow I shall plan myself not to get so tired and I shall come and watch more movies.” Ken told me.

I thought perhaps I should let him go and wait for the following day.

>>>To be continued>>>

As narrated by Kerry

THE ROMANTIC OFFICE SAGA: PART 113

THE ROMANTIC OFFICE SAGA: PART 113

THE ROMANTIC OFFICE SAGA: PART 113
“I would feel very, very offended. Zuhura ours was supposed to be a sexual relationship not anything anymore beyond that.” I told Zuhura.
“I am sorry to offend you, but I am in love with you.” I nearly chocked in my drink.
“Are you in love with my fucking or me?” I asked her.
“You, I guess both. I am confused.” Zuhura said.
Indeed, I she was, and I was not happy with it. I just stood up and left slowly without a word.
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Time oved on fast. I was so busy with work and did not realize how fast time was moving until a time came when all ladies who had gotten children resumed working, including Irene.
Sally took control over the company affairs. We did a lot of work within a span of short time until when Sally returned, a lot had been accomplished. One thing I was considering was having a company vehicle and company driver too, among other things.
But despite keeping dodging Letisha, she kept following me wanting to go and fuck with me. However, I was so satisfied with Sally I did not feel like fucking any other woman out there. Sally was giving me everything I needed from a woman, great sex, nice food, attention when I needed it and peace of mind whenever I needed it.
She even hired a house help to be taking care of Philip during the day and going back to her place in the evening.
One day, I went home abruptly after having forgotten a flash disk which contained some budget proposals for the company and was so annoyed at what I saw or witnessed. The house help, who was a young lady of around 25 years from one of the house helps agency, had left Philip on his own at the table room. Initially I thought she was perhaps in the kitchen but when I went to our bedroom, I was more than shocked by what I saw.
The house help was having sex with a strange man inside our bedroom, right on our bed! They were so lost in the throes of passion such that both had shut their eyes and did not see me coming in. I stood there watching as the boy fucked the girl who had stretched her legs to the maximum moaning softly. He even withdrew to lick her clitoris still with his eyes shut, licked her until she moaned loudly and repenetrated before fucking for about another 5 minutes until both were done completely messing the bedsheets.
It was after they opened their eyes and got so shocked to see me standing behind them, facing them. The boy froze.
“Is this what you do whenever we are gone to work?” I asked calmly but I was nearly exploding with anger.
The maid began crying. The man did not know what to do.
“Sorry Sir, but who are you?” The man asked me with some fear.
“Who I am is not important but whatever you are doing in my bed is more important.” I told him.
He looked at her.
“Who is he?” The man asked.
The lady remained silent.
She began to cry.
“Are you cheating on me with him?” The man asked furiously.
I remained calm looking at them.
“Boy, you better start talking before I lose my cool.” I told him.
“But this is your house, who is he?” the man asked.
It is when I realized what could have been going on.
“I am sorry, I lied to you. This is not my house. This is his house. I am just a house help here.” The girl said.
“So, you have been lying to me that this is your house?” The man asked getting even more angry.
The lady nodded.
“Oh! Jesus!” The man was genuinely surprised.
He avoided looking at me.
“Can both of you tell me what is going on before I do something stupid to both of you!?” I shouted.
The man cowed in fear.
“Please, Forgive me Sir. This lady has been telling me that this is her house, that she lives alone. That the baby, her mother brings her daily as she goes to work and picks him in the evening.” The boy told me. I felt like laughing.
“All right, this is my house, that is my bed and that is my child. Above all, this is our house help.” I told him.
He remained motionless.
The lady began crying almost audibly.
I felt the boy was innocent but I was at a loss what to do with him.

“Look, boy. Get dressed up and go. I do not care whether you will continue fucking our maid or not provided you fuck her elsewhere. Do that now.” I told him.
He stood hesitantly there like he wanted to go to the bathroom. I nodded at him. He got inside, cleaned himself, got dressed and came back to where I was still standing.
“Please sir, forgive me please I honestly thought it is her house.” The boy told me.
“Just go. I don’t want to see you here in 5 minutes.” I told him. He left immediately.
“Now, get cleaned up, get dressed and follow me, right away.” I told the maid, whose name was Edna.
She got cleaned up as I held Philip at the table room and came to join me.
I had taken my flash disk.
“Follow me to the car.” I told her and she meekly followed me. I drove her to our workplace and both of us went to Sally’s office.
“Why did you bring her here?” Sally was surprised when she saw her. She was smiling however. Our house girl generally was a nice lady so I did not know what to do with her or how to deal with her.
I closed the door to Sally’s office.
“Now, Edina, tell Madam what you have done or rather what you have been doing when we leave you behind. Be fast, be brief I have a lot of work to do.” I told Edna. She began to cry silently.
“Edna, what is it?” Sally asked her smiling to make her feel at ease but she was extremely tensed.
After what seemed like forever she finally spoke.
“Tony caught me having sex.” She told Sally and kept quiet.
“So?” Sally asked her waving her hands.
“Edna, if you won’t tell her everything, I am going to give you bad slap.” I told her.
Fear drove her into saying literally everything she had done, but to my surprise, Sally stood up went to where she was seated and told her calmly, “Edna. I have forgiven you, however, you must never ever have sex in my bedroom again. NEVER! On top of that, I want you to now go, wash those bedsheets completely and come back here before 4 pm.”
Immediately Sally told Edna that, she knelt down and hugged Sally while kneeling down and said,” Thank you Madam, thank you so much for your forgiveness. I have really wronged you.”
“Stand up, I am not a god. Just do all I have told you and all shall be well.” Sally told Edna. She left silently but Sally chose to remain with the baby.
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“Sally, what is the meaning of all that?” I asked her.
“So, what did you expect me to do? Fire her? Look, Darling. She is a woman too with physical needs. Just that she chose to satisfy her needs at the wrong place and at the wrong time. We should not make her feel bad for being human.” Sally told me. I remained silent for a while.
“But, in our bed?!” I said.
“Look, she has asked for forgiveness. Besides, most maids would rather fuck someone else since most of them of late have turned into fucking our husbands. I am glad she chose to fuck a random boy than going for you. I will just talk to her, make her see the sense to respect my house and that is all. There is no need to punish her over what perhaps she had no control over. She has sexual feelings too. View at from that angle. Besides, one of my friend’s marriage was wrecked by a maid. What if the maid was fucking someone else? Perhaps her marriage would still be standing. View it like that, my dear.” Sally told me. I was amazed at her philosophical way of thinking and dealing with humans.
“Is that so?” I asked her. Philip had woken up and was demanding to be breastfed because he could hear his mother talking.
“Yes. She can continue fucking her boy wherever she wants to, but she must not come anywhere near my husband or else I will pump sense into her vagina!” Sally said sounding very protective. It scared me a little.
“Phew! All right.” I told Sally and left to go back to my office.
Later in the evening, Edna came and met with Sally at her office. After they talked for what seemed like 30 minutes, Sally called me.
I got inside and we sat there with Edna too.

“I have talked with Edna. She told me the lady in charge of them who dispatches them to various places is so strict with them and their work and time. So that is why Edna been sneaking in that man to our house. I have made her realize that is absolutely wrong since she could bring a thug at our place. However, Edna is a mature lady not to be caged like that. I have decided that on Friday’s I shall be leaving at 4 pm to release her so that she can go and meet her boyfriend before reporting back to the agency. She lives there for now since she has not yet gotten stable with her finances.” Sally told me calmly.
I did not want to interfere with her decision on how to manage a house girl in any way. I just agreed.
After work we drove home and let Edna go back to where she was staying.
“What a life?! Why cage such a mature lady like that?” I asked Sally.
“If you are not independent people can really misuse you. I suspect whatever we pay at the agency is not what she gets paid.” Sally said.
“Does she have any formal education?” I asked Sally.
“She attained only class 8 certificate.” Sally revealed to me.
“No wonder their agency exploits them.” I told Sally. Sally looked at me for a while as I concentrated on the wheel.
“But isn’t better than her perhaps ending up as a prostitute?” Sally asked, paused and continued, “She is beautiful and am sure if she chose to be a prostitute she can.”
Sure, she seemed beautiful. With a pretty face, dark skin that was smooth and slim body that made her walking style graceful.
“But fucking in our house of all places? Our bedroom? Edna is crazy!” I said.
“Lack of sex makes some people do crazy things. At least she did not choose to abandon Philip at the house and go to get fucked. I would never forgive her for that.” Sally said.
“Oh! Yes.” I told Sally.
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However, the imagination of Edna being fucked with her legs sprawled all over, and how she trembled as she got an orgasm until she lifted up her pelvis left me with sexual desire that could not go unsatisfied.
Immediately we got home. We drank some coffee and headed to bathroom to freshen up and since Philip was sound asleep on our bed, we decided to have some passionate moment. Sally who was a little tired told me to first give her some massage on her back and she lay there facing the bed with her buttocks facing the ceiling. I took some coconut oil, heated in some hot water and dropped some drops on her bare buttocks, her back, her shoulders and her legs then proceeded to massage her running all through her back from behind her neck to her shoulders, her back, her buttocks, her legs up to her feet.
She then turned and I dropped some drops on her breasts, her abdomen, her pubic area, her thighs and proceeded to massage her breasts, her abdomen, her vulvas and her thighs.
She also did like wise to me and as she began to massage my penis, I got an erection.
“Let me massage it better.” She said and began to suck my penis slowly until it got so erect. She continued to give it massage, sometimes taking my balls and rolling them gently. She would hold my penis, apply some coconut oil on it and massage it all the way from the base to the tip of the penis, making me feel so good and nice. The way she was caressing my inner thighs with one hand as she massaged my penis with her other hand made me feel so much pleasure.
She took a smooth fabric and began to tease my balls with it, making me feel tickled.
“Ow! That feels nice!” I told her and she laughed softly.
“Let me now make you fell even better.” Sally told me and lowered herself and lay on top me squeezing me with her breasts. Her smooth body felt so nice on top of me as she lay on me placing her head on one of my shoulders. She lowered one hand and continued caressing my penis as I began to caress her buttocks giving her some gentle spanks.
We then began kissing slowly as she was on top of me, she was rather kissing me. She kissed my lips, my nose, my forehead, my eyes, my ears, my neck, my chest while pinning me down with her hands as if restraining me.

We were petting with each other for some minutes; caressing and kissing with no particular aim to even have sex. It just felt nice to be intimate without having sex as it made us feel closer to each other and a bit spiritual.
“Sometimes I just want to kiss, hug, caress etc. and not have sex.” I told Sally.
“You just read my mind. I feel so happy with you here the way we are.” Sally told me.
She lifted me up to sit on my lap, with legs apart on both sides of my thighs and she pressed her breasts against my chest; she just held me like that. I could feel her warmth, the soft rising and falling of her chest and her heart beating under her ribs. Being close together like that while naked really made us feel so much in love like there was no other woman greater than Sally.
“How I love you, my darling.” Sally told me.
“I also do really love you. I love everything about you.” I told Sally and immediately I finished talking, she held my head and gave me a kiss.
“I can hold you like this forever. I wish we would just stand up, be tied like this as we go about our chores.” Sally said smiling shyly at me.
“And then Philip will not feed.” I teased her looking at her swollen breasts due to milk.
She gave me a soft slap and smiled. “Oh! He will have to when he wants. But now I have you here with me. You are my child too; my first born.” Sally said teasingly. She was feeling proud and happy.
We remained locked into each other’s embrace while naked for about 15 minutes until what made us stand up was Philip who woke up and began wailing to be taken.
Sally laughed.
“He does not want us to make another baby, he must be jealous!” Sally said and laughed more until I laughed too.
We did not get dressed up, each wore our sleeping gowns and we went to table room together. It was already dark outside.
»>To be continued»>
AS narrated by Dr. Love.