The Haunting Rage Of A Scorned Wife - Part 2

Saturday, 28th June 2014, Prampram Township. House No 56/3A

12:45 PM

Strong language and sexual depiction. Reader discretion is advised.

As soon as Victoria entered the living room, Julia grabbed the stuff she had gone to purchase for her from the market and rushed out to her car and drove off.

“So, you are telling us she literally came to your house to seduce you into having sex with her?” The Clan Elder asked, finding the story… well, he was not sure what to make of the story. It was a mixture of thoughts and feelings running through his mind.

“Yes, please,” Richard answered with his head bowed down.

“And after that, she just got up and left?” His Clan linguist asked.

“Yes, please,” he affirmed.

“Did you get in touch with her again?” Naa Morkor’s clan Elder asked curiously.

“I did not have her number, and there was no way I was going to ask for it from my wife. So, I kept quiet about it,” he responded lamely.

“You did not have her number and it did not occur to you to ask for it after your stupid game?” The irritated Clan Elder asked harshly.

“Ah, I guess he was overtaken by events and did not remember to collect it,” the Clan Elder’s linguist suggested.

“Oh, rubbish,” the Clan Elder dismissed the thought.

“Ah, what can I say. That is the only reasonable excuse anyone could give,” the elderly linguist stated.

“Honestly, I was really haunted by it and many thoughts went through my head,” Richard said broodingly.

“Thoughts like?”

“I don’t know, Sir, but many things. And not having her number for me was the best way to move on,” he said.

“Ok, so what happened next?” Richard’s Clan Linguist prompted him to continue with the story.

“Two weeks later, my wife traveled to Takoradi to audit a company at the Takoradi Port area. Thirty minutes after her plane took off, I received a text.

“Whose text?” Naa Morkor’s Clan Elder asked with an interrogative frown on his face, fearing what he was thinking.

“Julia’s.”

“What was in the text?” he pressed.

“She wanted us to go home together and spend the evening before she went to Tema.”

“Where does she work?”

“She works at a bank in Ridge.”

“And you?”

“I work around the Ministries, please.”

“So, you drove together home in the same car?”

“No, please, I went home, and she came later.”

“Home as in your matrimonial home?” Naa Morkor’s Clan Linguist asked for the purpose of record.

“Yes, sir,” Richard confirmed. “So, she came with food from a hotel. We had dinner. And well, it happened again,” Richard said, sounding disappointed in himself.

“What happened again?” a thousand mouths went up in curiosity.

“We slept together,” he said quietly through the hail of voices.

“Where were the children?” His own Family Linguist asked, quite surprised at his recklessness.

“They were in their room.”

“And the lady who helps out in the house?” He quizzed.

“She was also in her room.”

“So, you took this woman to your bedroom?” The Clan Elder asked, feeling disgusted.

“No, please. In her car,” Richard stirred up everyone’s wildest imagination, to which a crescendo of murmuring rose up in the room.

“Then that must be some big car,” an elderly woman said from the doorway. What followed was a laughter that calmed everyone down.

“And so, how long did this go on?” The Clan Elder said when all the buzz had settled down.

“It went on for a while. But we started meeting in hotel rooms.”

“And I take it, it was the woman who always called for the match,” There was laughter in the room at the use of the word ‘Match’ by the Clan Elder.

“Hmm,” Richard exhaled heavily.

“And it was always when your wife traveled,” Naa Morkor’s Clan Linguist said intuitively.

Richard nodded in the affirmative.

“Was it her husband who was telling her when your wife was not in the house?” He further inquired.

“My elders,” Richard started with renewed strength, “To me, her husband was Naa’s Manager, so I assumed he was the one telling her about Naa’s Itinerary. But later, I realized it was not possible for her to be with me if her husband was in town. So, I started putting things together in my head.”

The whole room started buzzing as the family members began discussing the implications of what Richard had just said.

“Putting things together in your head? How about just asking her where her husband was?” one of Naa’s aunts asked with anger in her big voice.

“Oh, you too, allow the man to speak!” she was yelled at.

“Silence!!!” The elderly Clan Linguist shouted in a frail voice.

“I tried a couple of times, but she was always dodgy on the subject,” Richard said quietly, looking at the aunt who had asked the question.

“So, you chose to keep quiet and enjoy it instead of getting to the root of her behavior,” his family linguist stated.

“Hmmm.”

“It could have been many things leading to this; what if she was carrying some disease? These women are dangerous. What if she needed your semen for juju? Continue.”

Friday, 6th June 2014, 8 pm, Room 314, The Groove Hotel,

“Where do you get your energy from?” Richard asked, standing at the entrance to the bathroom, holding a can of Dug-In Energy drink he had half emptied after their first bout. “I mean, at your age and with the number of kids you have, any guy would think you are completely off the road. Girl, you are a monster.”

“Don’t mind the body, mind the engine,” Julia answered, literally shouting it out. “Damn! You got a run for your money. Boy, this is so good.” She had just had her second orgasm, and the world was literally resting in her crotch. The quivers and the shivers were like nothing she had ever experienced. The feeling was getting better every day with Richard.

“You are good, Ricky; I must give this to you. You are that good.”

“Well, with this kind of energy, I would say you are the better party,” Richard said, trying to play down the boosted self-impression. He had always wondered if he was any good, considering the fact that Naa was not the kind of woman who gave feedback on their sexual encounters.

“And where did you learn all these tricks and skills?” he asked, sneaking into bed and rubbing his scruffy beard on her smooth belly, plastering her navel with soft kisses. “Damn, you could literally blow a man’s head off.”

“Haaah! He will hump till the head goes teeeerrrr, and splatters of brain tissue and blood and shrapnel of skulls litter all over the place while his torso keeps humping. I will go like, 'go dead man! Go dead man! Go dead man!'” she said and exploded into a contagious bout of laughter.

“Let me see if I can try that on you,” she made a serious face.

“No, no, no. Please, I want my head intact.”

“Oh, don’t be such a she-cat.”

“That is a good one,” Richard laughed, amused at the expression.

“Yeah, a milder version of the actual thing,” she said.

“What actual thing?” he inquired innocently.

“Let me show you where,” she said seductively. “But first, close your eyes.” She rolled him off her and made to sit.

“Erm, can I ask you a question?” Richard asked.

“Errmm, can it hold till your head is blown up first?” she teased him.

“No,” Richard said, laughing and gently pushing her away from him.

“Aarrgghhh. What is that?” she said with a childish irritation on her face. “Unless it is a million-dollar deal, please let me finish blowing your head up, please,” she begged.

“No, no, hear me out for a minute,” he gently insisted.

“Ok, what is it?” she gave in.

“Ok, so we have been having this going on for a while now, and I am not sure how to call it,” Richard started, choosing his words carefully not to mess up the ambiance. He was sure he was going to have a top-up before they left the hotel room and he needed to keep the sexiness in the room. “I am not sure what the end game is; can you tell me what the end game is?”

“Well, I will tell you what the end game is…” she said, creeping back up on him with the alertness of a crouching tigress. “The end game will be tonight when I eat your brains out with the sex of a lifetime. I will sit here and watch your head pop. I will gather the bone debris and the bloody brain tissues and make an omelette with it. So please, let’s get to it,” she said, mounting him.

Richard gently rolled her off him. “Where is your husband?”

“Oh, Richard,” she said with such maternal endearment. She suddenly looked old and completely unattractive. “Richard, Richard, Richard. Where is your wife?”

“She is traveling,” he said. His heart missed a beat. He felt tired and faint.

“Good, my husband is traveling too,” she said quietly and reluctantly without looking at him. “To the same place your wife has gone to. They are sleeping in the same hotel, they just finished dinner, and they are currently in the same room. Just like us. And as we speak, your wife is probably going down on my husband and sucking his brains out as she has been doing for the past two years. That is where my husband is.”

Silence

“What?” Richard's mouth moved, but the word barely came out. “What?”

“No. It's not possible,” he said, his voice sounding sickly.

“Yes, that was what I said too,” she said reflectively. “Not my husband. Not my Larry.”

Richard was completely stunned. His mind raced with a mix of disbelief and shock. The revelation was too much to process, and he felt a deep sense of betrayal and confusion.

“So, you see, Richard,” Julia continued, her voice now carrying a tinge of sadness, “we are both victims of our spouses' infidelity. It's a cruel twist of fate that brought us together.”

Richard sat there, trying to digest the information. He wondered how long this had been going on without his knowledge. The room felt colder, and the once exciting atmosphere turned bleak and hollow.

“So what now?” Richard finally managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Julia sighed, looking away. “I don't know, Richard. I really don't.

PG Sebastian