Semua Bab THE SHAMBA BOY: Bab 11 - Bab 20

We continued discussing men in general while doing our various works in our personal laptops. Suddenly, something came into my mind.“Celestine, have you ever been caught perhaps? By your husband…” I asked her.She looked at me for a while.“You won’t believe me. I have never been caught. You have to be smart.” She told me.“So, how often did you use to…you know….” I asked not sure the words to use.“Oh! I still do it. He even at times comes to visit when my husband is not around, we do it and he goes. Or I do visit him when his wife is not around and we do it and go. It is not a big deal. Sometimes I lie to my husband that I have gone to the market only to go at his place, get some and go home.” Celestine revealed to me, much to my surprise. “Damn! And do you go and have sex the same day with your husband?” I asked her.“Oh! Yes, at lest his dick is the same size with my husband’s so he hardly notices anything.” Celestine told me. This made me shudder

  “That was so stupid of you!” My husband told the little boy.======The following morning we woke up and planned to go to work and return a bit early to relax together as my husband wanted us to discuss some business proposal he had gotten. But at around 5 pm, my husband called.“Oh! Dear, I will be home late. I have got caught up in some meeting and might not make it on time.” He told me. I headed straight home where I met Mercy preparing some supper. I offered to assist her but she told me she wanted to make it and I could gauge if she had made the supper to our taste. So instead I went to check on what Ken was doing. I found him feeding some calves but noticed his hand had some Elastoplast.“What happened to you?” I asked pointing at his left hand. “I slipped while cleaning up the sheds but as I was falling I held onto the wall and got hurt, nothing serious I will be all right.” He said with a smile.“All right, how was your day?” I a

  Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a text; it was from my neighbor.“Ken, we have to go home right away.” I told Ken who seemed surprised. But he did not question anything. I had told Mercy I would not be home up to around 9 pm.We drove fast until we got close to my compound.“Ken, I am packing my car a distance from home then I will tell you what to do.” I told Ken.“Why not pack it at Karumaindo Garage? It is safer there.” Ken suggested. I heeded his suggestion. We walked home and opened the gate silently. It was around 7 pm. There was some light from the kitchen but on going there, there was no one.I unlocked the main door and walked into the dark house. I went silently up to Mercy’s bedroom’s door and stood there listening. I clearly heard a male voice inside who I could not tell who it was. Ken was at the table room. I stood there and waited.I texted my neighbor.“Are you saw a man enter my house?” I asked her over the text.“I saw

We talked over the phone with my husband for about 5 minutes until he told me he was feeling sleepy.That night I was feeling hornier than ever after being romanced by Felix and missing to get a fuck. I began fantasizing about some of my best sexual encounters with Ken until I found myself softly touching my clitoris. I began to massage my own clitoris, taking time to smear it with my vaginal fluids until its tip was all wet making me feel so hot all over the body as I caressed it slowly as I moaned silently there from the sexual torture I was giving myself.I took off everything I was wearing and remained completely naked on the bed as I placed my left hand on my breasts as my right hand worked on my clitoris, vulvas and labia majora. I fingered myself for a while which made me feel a sudden rush of heat overwhelm me. I continued fingering myself with one finger as another worked on the tip of my clitoris until I climaxed; I had a powerful orgasm that really shook me unti

“Madam, are you now feeling all right?” Abdalla asked.“Yes, I am ok.” I answered. I stood up but was feeling a little dizzy.After relaxing for some minutes, I was finally feeling like we could go back.======“So, when are you going back to your home?” Ken asked me as soon as we got to our hotel room.“Next week, I shall be in Mombasa for a week.” I told Ken.I picked the extension and called for room service where I requested for my food to be delivered to my room.“Can you make it for two? Please…” I urged the young man who brought the food.“It is not allowed.” The young man said.“What if I pay you?” I asked him. At the mention of money, his eyes brightened.“How much?” He asked, being warry no one was listening to us.“I will give you Kshs 1,000.” I told him as I went for my handbag to get for him the money.“All right, in a while.” He told me and went down the corridor.“Phew! When you have money, you can buy anything.” Ken remarked not