We sat in my office looking in each other’s eyes. What I loved about this girl Nomsa was that she was a go-getter. She knew what she wanted and went for it. She stood up from her chair and went to lock the door, her sexy legs shining through the pantyhose and her big behind facing my direction. She sat right on the table and I just sat there and enjoyed the view.

“So Babe, like I was saying, it’s my girlfriend’s bikini party this weekend, are you coming?”

When she spoke to me her hands were unbuttoning my shirt, at the same time caressing me. I wanted so much to go. A good thing about a bikini party is that, all you have to do is sit there and enjoy watching sexy behinds from different ladies. And if you’re lucky get a few numbers too. But I couldn’t. I promised my wife that this weekend we would all spend time as family. That meant I had to stay at home and watch her shout at the kids and pretend to like her uncooked meals and well, the not so hot sex.

“Sbu!” Nomsa brought me back to the present.

“I’m sorry my babe, I can’t make it.” “Why?” “Well, I have to go Cape Town on a business trip this very Thursday.” I lied. “Oh wow, can I go with you?” she asked smiling.

“I wish you could come with sweetheart, ke a tseba wena ne otlo aparela Papa one of your nice shorts and have fun with Papa at the hotel. “Please babe, I promise I won’t be a bore.”

“I’ll see what I can do honey, don’t worry,” I lied again. “So, since Daddy is thinking of taking you to Cape Town, what do you have for Daddy that will convince him to take you with him?”

Cape Town was the only way for me to get her to give me the cake. God that girl was godamn sexy.
“Well Daddy, I’ve got this!” She took off her dress and her beautiful breasts, in a pink bra, were exposed. She came to me and took her bra off, throwing it at the floor.

She helped me unbutton my shirt and it was on the floor in just a second. She smelled good; something cherry, something smooth on her soft neck. While we kissed, she pushed me on my chair and sat on top of me. Just then my office phone rang.

“Oh baby, ignore it please,” she begged, “I’m just about to give you the afternoon of your life.”

I couldn’t argue with that so we left it ringing; it was easier to when she kissed my neck the way she did. I couldn’t ignore my cell phone though because the ringtone playing was the one I set for my wife Mantoa.

“Just a second babe, please!”

I quickly took my phone out of my trouser pocket, cleared my throat and answered. Nomsa continued kissing and touching me at the right places and it was just too hard to concentrate.

“Hey babe, I’m at reception, ke o tlisheditse lunch omo kae? Mantoa said on the other line.

“I’m still in a meeting. Can you drop the lunch with Lizzy at reception? I’ll come pick it up, I’m quite swamped at the moment and…”

“I didn’t only bring lunch, if you know what I mean,” she teased and I faked a laugh.

“Eh, can’t we save that for later?” “Nope we can’t. Finish up and you’ll find me at reception.”

As much as the thought of my wife waiting for me at reception scared me to death, I couldn’t say no to Nomsa. I would be crazy if I even thought it. Well we did what we had to do on my office table. And once we were through we picked up our clothes from the floor, smiling from ear to ear.

“That was wonderful babe.” I confessed.

“No you are wonderful,”

“Look babe ne, I wanted to take you out for lunch but I just can’t anymore, my sister brought me lunch so I can’t accompany you anymore. But take this and have lunch anywhere you want.”

I took out five hundred in my wallet and gave it to her. With experience I have learnt that nothing makes a woman happy than money. Once Nomsa left and I managed to get my office back in shape, I dialled reception.

“M and M law firm, how may I help you?”

“Hey Liz babe, did I see you this morning?” I teased and she giggled.
“Of course you did,”

“What are you wearing underneath that sexy dress of yours?”

She giggled again and I asked her to call Mantoa in. Just as I finished with Liz my phone rang, incoming call Kgomotso.

“Hey, sorry can’t talk now!” I tried to end the call but heard she was crying. “Kgomo what’s wrong now?”

“Don’t ask me what’s wrong! I always tell you to use a condom and you never listen. Now I’m pregnant! First year at varsity and I’m pregnant again. This time I’m not doing any abortion Sbusiso, I’m tired…”

Mantoa walked in all smiles. I knew before she even unbuttoned her coat that she brought herself as lunch. As much as I wanted to stay on the phone and listen to Kgomotso whining, I couldn’t, not when Mantoa wore nothing but a black lace nightie under her coat!

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