Chapter 53: Chapter 53

Chapter 52 I want to divorce Fanny

Ken had been at the balcony smoking and feeding his eyes with the splendor of the night. Few minutes ago he was with Mrs. Fanny in the bedroom and about giving her a kiss an interrupting call came on her phone and it was Mr. Fanny calling from jail – quietly, Ken had excused her and appeared at the balcony. He had been thinking about his affair with Mrs. Fanny and he knew what they felt for each other was real. But to what end? There was always guilt that hung in his heart whenever Mr. Fanny was mentioned; and he confirmed within himself he was a betrayal and a cheat. But why must it be with Mrs. Fanny of all his female clients; he had thought. He had never felt a thing for his female clients, ones more dashing and richer than Mrs. Fanny. Sometimes he wished Mrs. Fanny was single, because he had gotten so much into her that they would be no end to his feelings; he was used to her personality, her bodily features and morality. And he looked forward to better things yielding from their affair, even when he perceived the center between them might not hold as long as her husband was still breathing. He loved Mrs. Fanny as an admirer and respected her feelings so much and she alone had the power to keep him by her side or let him have a walk out of her life.

The other night while in bed he had asked her, “What does this relationship hold for us?”

“Oh come on, Ken, go down on me. We will discuss it later,” she had replied and they never discussed about it.

Ken smoked his last stick of cigar, peeped into the room to see that Mrs. Fanny was done with her call, and already naked and stretched in bed with her legs thrown carelessly, giving her beholder a clear view of her well shaven vagina. With a gentle walk into the room, Ken appeared at her warm side.

“I hope Fanny is alright over there?” he asked her, stroking her blonde hair, with his stares running across her naked body; from her red big breasts to her v-shape vagina lines that swelled between her thighs.

“He just wants to know a few things and complain about some other things,” she replied, rubbing him on the arm, and feeling the veins that traveled under his hairy thick skin.

“What could that be?”

She snorted, wishing she could make him forget about her family’s problem and focus on their feeling. “He wants to know if I am seeing a man,” she said coldly.

“And what was your reply?” he stole a glance at her inner thighs and saw fluid dipping down her legs and he wondered if she had fingered her vagina while he was at the balcony.

“And what would you have expected me to reply? I am seeing no one of course.” She breathed hard. “Although he doubts me, I had to convince him to concentrate on himself in jail and not to harbor ill- feeling of me cheating on him. But I know he would want to snoop on us through Kate.”

“Yes, I was coming to that,” Ken said and watched as another fluid dripped from her vagina down her thighs; and he swallowed hard at the thought of his body part that was arousing her now. “I saw the disdain in her eyes when you told her to join you to my house.”

“Kate is one devil you can’t hold down once she is ready to burn bridges,” she said.

“So what do we do?” he asked, more troubled by his conscience than his erection which built up gradually under his zipper.

“I suggest we apply caution and not pair up in the eyes of the public.” She looked at him “We will part outside and bond inside. We must not give her evidence to nail us before my husband.”

He blushed at her and felt like asking what their relationship was going to bring to the table and to what end; he wouldn’t want to hurt Fanny. He had hurt him enough by not saving him from going to jail. But on a second thought, he reserved his question because he perceived she was ready for this, and anything worse that might result from it.

She stroked her nipples,” I need your libido to work on me, Ken,” she smacked her lips lustfully and sighed impatiently.

Ken locked eyes with her as she undid his zipper.

“You don’t have much work to do. I am wet already,” she said and looked at the fluid surging to her ankles from her vagina.

Their faces advanced closely as they burnt each other’s face with their breath.

“I always want you by my side. I love you, crazily,” Mrs. Fanny whispered into his face and their lips clicked as they kissed with rare energy.”

He found her nipples and rubbed and she found his penis and pulled it out of its enclosure. Hurriedly she undressed him and tossed his cloth to a corner.

His muscular tattooed body called on her and she said, “Make me cry in bed, my lawyer.” They grabbed each other at once, rubbing their body and kissing hungrily.

She was sighing and moaning hugely now – her legs trembled and shook mightily. She shook her head and hummed under her throat; in her mind she confirmed Fanny breaking the cord of trust they had, even he wasn’t as good in bed as Ken. She was out-and-out to take a decision that might spark war and spite. But she never cared; she only wanted her peace, joy and respect as a woman. All she could do was shut her eyes, stroked her breasts and moaned noisily into the calm, peaceful night- he had appeared between her thighs, put his face therein and buried his tongue in her vagina- licking her up like a dog licking up a sore.

“I want to divorce Fanny,” she said amid moan.

And he pulled his face from her vagina, staring at her confusedly.

Worst days ahead…