Mrs. Tolani:
I had gone longer than I thought possible without exploding from the knowledge that my husband was fucking his receptionist.
Or has he would call her, “his assistant” What a joke.
“Are you sure you have to leave today? Kola will be gone all weekend, we could have the house to ourselves. A little alone time would be good for us.” I said to Ahmed.
“That sounds great honey. But I already have the tickets and the client is expecting me.”
“Well what if I took Sarah’s place? I could be packed in just a few minutes and I could come with you. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
“It wouldn’t be any fun for you though, I’ll be working the whole time.” He said.
“I would just lounge at the pool while you worked. I wouldn’t get in the way, promise.”
“Honey I appreciate you wanting to tag along. But it will be easier for me with you here.” He said. “Here, take my debit card and go to the spa or something. Go shopping. Have fun without me this weekend.”
Wow, he will say just about anything to keep me from ruining this ‘business trip’ of his.
Kola entered the room with his bag slung over his shoulder.
“I need a ride.”
“Come on honey, I’ll take you.” I offered.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” Ahmed said.
After dropping Kola off at school, I swung by the supermarket and bought a bowl of ice cream. By the time I got home Ahmed was already gone. I turned on a soap opera, grabbed a spoon and plopped myself on the couch with my ice cream.
He’s not going to come clean. He doesn’t want to. How can I get back at him?
If I was a character in one of my soap operas I would probably cut off his dick in his sleep. But I wasn’t that cruel. Plus, I didn’t fancy going to prison for genital mutilation.
Who could I fuck that would drive him crazy?
There was that guy he worked with…what was his name? I forget. But He’s not exactly the best-looking guy on the planet. There was that older man who had just lost his wife last year. He lived on their street and he was technically single, right? But he probably couldn’t even get it up anymore seeing as he was seventy years old.
Is that it? Are those my only options? An out-of-shape man and an old grandpa?
My stay-at-home Mom lifestyle had successfully isolated me from any possible affairs. The only men I knew were married guys who lived in the neighbourhood. I couldn’t even meet anyone at the gym because I worked out at home. I wondered briefly if Ahmed had orchestrated that on purpose.
Well…I do know one other person. There’s…
No. I refused to think of that. Speaking of going to prison, I could probably go to jail for that. Actually, no, he’s of age. It would be legal. But it would still be wrong. I shoved the immoral idea from my mind with the help of some ice cream. I ate and watched soap operas till I passed out.
Ikenna:
I woke up early so I could get all my responsibilities out of the way. It was Saturday so I had three cars to wash. Luckily, I had no homework since it was the end of the year. It was ten thirty in the morning when I got home. Before walking inside, I looked up the street at the Tolani’s home. The garage was empty. No one was home.
I went downstairs to my room and did my routine of one hundred pushups, and one hundred sit-ups before getting in the shower. Once dried I put on my favorite shirt and a pair of jeans that my Mom had recently washed and folded. I ran upstairs to the kitchen and looked out the front window. The Tolani’s garage was still empty.
Where is she?
I sat on the couch, sprawled my legs out and turned on the TV to pass the time.
What exactly am I waiting for? Mrs. Tolani to get home? And then what?
My phone buzzed. It was Bassey wondering if I wanted to come over to play a video game. ‘Maybe later’ I replied to him. After a while, I got up to make myself a light snack. On my way back to the couch I peered through the window. Still gone.
Kola is at youth camp this weekend. There’s no reason for me to be there anyway.
After what seemed like forever My Dad poked his head through the front door.
“Ikenna! You home?”
“In here.” I hollered.
“We’re going to the park. You want to come?”
“Eh, maybe later. I might go over to Bassey’s house.” I lied.
“Have fun.” He replied and shut the door.
I looked at the clock on the wall, the second hand ticked by slowly. I watched it go around five times before I allowed myself to check the window again. I did this three times until on the fourth time I just sat at the window and waited instead.
She views me as a child. Even if I did go over there, it’s not like anything would happen. Besides, she’s my best friend’s Mom. I shouldn’t even be thinking about her like this.
Finally, when I decided that I was simply wasting my Saturday, I slipped on my shoes and decided to go meet my family down at the park. Movement down the street caught my eye. I peered through the window to see a white jeep turn the corner, drive up the road and turn into Mrs. Tolani’s garage.
Mrs. Tolani:
I didn’t get out of bed until nine. The fact that my husband was somewhere getting hard for a younger woman’s body had me feeling insecure.
Stop moping around! Get up and go do something.
I pulled myself out of bed and descended the stairs. I opened the closet and looked at the mop. Saturdays were usually the days when I would clean the house. After looking at the mop for a solid minute I slammed the door.
Fuck it.
I decided to actually take my husband’s advice and pamper myself for the day. I slipped on some flip-flops, grabbed the debit card, took the keys of the key rack and I was gone.
My first stop was Everest. A local spa.
“What’s your most expensive package?” I asked the girl behind the counter when I walked in.
I spent twenty minutes in the bed. I got a Brazilian wax and a massage. It felt good on my skin. I wasn’t sure if it was the idea of me spending my husband’s money or the artificial vitamin D, but I was already starting to feel a little better.
I’m just getting started.
When I was done at the spa I went to the salon. I had my nails done, candy apple red. I also had them do my hair.
“Curls?” They asked.
That was my usual, but I was feeling wild, so I told them to surprise me. I left with pin-straight hair. I actually liked it. I thought it made me look younger, and my hair looked longer, too.
I might not have anyone to cheat on Ahmed with…except myself. I know just how I like it.
I went to the mall next. Victoria secret. I wanted to look good for myself. I left with new, red lingerie…to match my nails. I was about to leave when I saw a sign for Fetish. I had never been in there before but I had heard from the kids that they carried risqué products.
Might as well.
A saleswoman with a pierced nose greeted me as I entered.
“Just looking,” I told her.
One wall had an assortment of alcohol accessories. Another wall had a bunch of stuff related to weed. Pokemon toys adorned an entire rack. I was about to leave when I saw the sign in the back labelled ‘ADULTS ONLY’.
Now we’re talking.
I walked through a curtain of beads and was instantly rewarded. There were adult-themed games, costumes, graphic greeting cards, and everything. I grabbed a couple of candles to set the mood at home. A shelf of dildo’s caught my eye. I picked up the biggest one, which was advertised as being almost eight inches.
I held the dildo out in front of me and squinted my eyes slightly. I tried to picture it as if I was looking through the crack of my bathroom door and seeing it in the mirror’s reflection.
“May I help you?”
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