If ever there was need to put an image next to every word’s description in the dictionary, Anastasia’s would have been the perfect candidate for the adjective beautiful. She was not only beautiful, but stunningly so. Ayi Kwei Armah lied to our faces when he told us the beautiful ones are not yet born. They were here with us! Anastasia was here with us!
Anastasia was as womanly as the most womanly woman could be. She had a graceful body, long neck; sharp cheekbones, shoulder length hair and dark brown seductive eyes. Her breasts were full and firm (there was this time she went to work without a bra and the whole building was in uproar). You are probably thinking she was a slender woman, model things and all. On the contrary, she was almost on the plump side. A Tiny waist, thick thighs and an ample backside. She was truly curvy –her hips were almost unreal, as if she had been given a paper and pen by God and asked to draw them herself. And she had a great personality to boot.
A consulting engineer, Anastasia loved her job. Her workmates loved her. Their wives hated her with a passion because inevitably, every guy in the office had a crush on her. For a woman of her beauty and education it was almost expected that she was the modern type. The feminist career balls kicker. She was not. Each morning she prepared biscuits and cookies and carried them to work. For every colleague of hers, including her juniors. Love was an understatement; her colleagues adored her.
As thoughts of her husband rushed through her head, she smiled happily. She turned her head and caught the driver in the car next to her staring at her. She waved at him. He waved back. The woman in his passenger seat boxed his ears angrily and Anastasia couldn’t help but smile. She was blessed, she thought as the traffic moved slowly and she couldn’t wait to get home and surprise Mark with the gift she had just bought him. She looked at the gift on the seat next to her and smiled again. He’d be shocked! She knew he was restless. It had been two years since he last had a steady job and sometimes he got bored sitting in the house doing nothing, waiting for his wife to come home. But he understood that she had to work, had to put food on their table.
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She carried her gift happily to the house, dying to see the look on his face when he saw it. She was in good spirits today. She wanted to cook for him, give his body a gentle massage then later make love to him in the kitchen, or the bathroom, or the balcony or damned anywhere else apart from their bed. She was feeling kinky this afternoon; and ravenous.
She tried the door and was surprised to find it open. She went through the hallway as quietly as she could towards the living room and was surprised to find no one there. He was always there, flipping through channels watching one sport or the other. He must be in the bedroom having a nap. She placed the huge gift on the couch and just as she was about to stand up she heard a weird noise coming from the bedroom. Slowly, she moved towards it. What she heard stopped her dead in her tracks.
Was that laughter? Or was that someone crying? She listened closely. It was both. There were two people in there. She could make out the voice of her husband…….and some other woman. She bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling, all energy drained from her knees as she slid to the ground.
“Ohh mark!!” the woman screamed, her voice full of emotion, her throat choking with passion.
Mark! Had she just called his name! Called her husband’s name?
“Ohh Janet. You will kill me. Give it to me…….damn it woman……ohhhhhhhhh.” That was her husband. His voice hoarse with desire, full of primitive lust like a bull on heat.
She dint want to, but Anastasia willed herself to get up…..and watch. She stood there saying nothing, surprised that no tears were forthcoming. Her eyes were dry. Her heart harder than diamond. Nothing, absolutely nothing. She watched them for a while, the woman on top of her husband with her back facing Anastasia. That woman was riding her husband. She saw the rhythm of her hips, her buttocks as they pushed back and forth and every muscle of her body taunt with pleasure. From the voices he was making, she knew that the time was only seconds away, and she was right. As she backed off hurriedly, she heard him gasp chokingly almost as if he was in pain. In her head she saw him burst his seed inside her. It was an unpleasant thought.
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She took the stairs three at a time, not wanting to use the lift. Something, anything to vent out on. She wheezed past the receptionist, who was surprised to see her back. Rushed past her office and straight to her boss’s office.
Bramuel, her boss, was on the phone. He took one look at her flushed face and told the guy on the other end he’ll call him back.
“Anastasia, how can I help you?”
Now that she was here, she dint know what to do.
“I …. i…….i….
“Calm down and tell me whatever it is. You know I’ll do anything for you.”
It was true. This man loved her. Since time immemorial. Even before they were married. Although she got married before him, he had two kids now while she had none. Her marriage had broken his heart but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He had never slept with her but he’d never stopped loving her either.
“Come on Ana, what is it?”
She moved towards the door and locked it, then moved towards him.
“Sit down.” She whispered like a child. Bramuel, bewildered, did as he was told. What was this?
She stood close to him and slowly undid the buttons of her top.
Bramuel caught his breath as she undid her bra and her breasts tumbled out. He was sure he was going to die in the next five seconds. He wanted to talk but he wasn’t sure he could trust his voice.
“Ana, what are you doing? Are you okay?” but his voice gave him away. It was thick and almost inaudible. He cleared his throat twice.
She didn’t answer him. Just took off her skirt, slowly and with no urgency, as if they were somewhere in the Seychelles on holiday and not in his office. He gasped when he saw she had no panties on.
“Ana…..” he begun but his voice trailed off.
There she was, in all her glory. The girl he had dreamt of every single night while in his wife’s arms. To him she wasn’t thirty two. She was still the early twenties girl he had met, bursting with life and color. She would always be. He looked at her tiny waist, her firm breasts and he wanted to cry. Why oh why, hadn’t he married this woman? How could a woman be this stunning, like something right out of the water. Is this it? Is this how angels were, or mermaids, or creatures in Venus? He wanted to reach out and squeeze her boobs, suck them, slap them, bury his face in them: anything to confirm if they were real. He wanted to turn her round and part her butt cheeks and squeeze them or better still just stare at them the whole day. The things he could do to this girl! The things he always imagined he could do to this girl! And yet here she was, naked, lips trembling.
He knew something was wrong. That he was being used as rebound or something. He saw the tears threatening to spill and he knew he should back off now before anything happened. His morality should have made him stop it but ashamedly he knew he couldn’t.
And he didn’t care.
“Ana, I can’t…” he stammered.
But they both knew he could. Both knew he would. The bulge in his trousers told them that. She bent towards him and started undressing him. They both said nothing. He wanted to take her violently, to make up for the lost years. To tear into her like an animal and fuck her brains out. But this was Ana, not his wife. He always did that to his wife out of frustration, going hard like a stallion and knowing it would never be the woman he wanted. The woman in front of him now.
When he was totally naked he got up and moved his expensive table to one side, to make way for the furred rug underneath. He wanted her to be comfortable, to remember this date, because he wasn’t sure he’d have another chance. Then he got the Egyptian towels from his drawer and arranged a cushion for her head.
When he touched her body to lay her down on the cushion he was trembling with desire, his member glorious in its biggest hour. It was his biggest accessory and the things it could do amazed even him. She was crying silently as she asked in a whisper if she could touch it and he let her play with it. He was going insane holding out, because even her touch was like electricity in his body. Then slowly ever so slowly, he parted her legs and went down on her, burying his face in her blissful sweetness. She was Warm and moist and very welcoming, and he almost changed his mind and got in her instead. But she mourned like a newly born puppy and he carried on.