She looked left, and then right.Not a soul in sight. The wall was low, and she jumped it with little effort.She landed on a dry twig, which snapped under her delicate weight. She froze for a moment or two, her eyes surveying the darkness for any sign that she had been noticed. The coast was clear. Gingerly, she proceeded, adjusting her wrapper as she did so. The moon hid shyly behind the soft clouds, peering out every now and then and casting a silvery sheen on nature.
Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, excitement and fear tumbling around in equal measure. She had yearned for this moment for weeks, and yet everything in her told her this was wrong. She was a married woman, for God’s sake. Not just married; she was the Chief’s wife. And Adom was a mere attendant of the chief. But then, his muscled, taut black-as-coal torso, his flashy smile and his tender smile more than made up for his low status,especially when one considered that the Chief, for all his majestic status, was ageing, short, squat, had a belly that sagged to his knees, with a gait that was more akin to a duck’s waddle. She did not have much choice in becoming his third wife. Her skin crawled at the mere prospect of his bedroom advances,panting and sweating, his breath stale and foul with tobacco.
She had stumbled badly oneevening a month or so ago in the palace. He happened to be around and caught her just in time, preventing her from falling flat on her face. Those strong,incredibly comforting hands. The musky aroma of his masculinity. For a moment,she allowed her thoughts to roam, and as he gently rubbed her swollen ankle and oozed sympathy, a certain surge of electricity seemed to course betweenthem. Little needed to be said. The dealwas sealed. Tonight was the night. The chief was off to the Gyaasehene’s residence to meet with other chiefs for drinks.
She picked her way through the shrubbery and walked up to the desolate uncompleted, roofless house on the edge of the town, scene of their tryst. He was waiting, pacing around like a caged lion, anxious and yet excited. As soon he saw her, he quickly reached out to her and grabbed her. Another surge of electricity. He cupped her small, perfectly formed breasts in his hands and squeezed masterfully, rubbing her right nipple between his thumb and index finger. She moaned. He squeezed some more.Her legs felt like melted shea butter. He had brought a blanket and he spread it on the rough floor. Not a word was said. He held her tight, she collapsed in his arms. Blouse came off, then wrapper, then underwear, then headscarf. There she stood, beautifully formed and utterly moist and yearning. He stiffened some more, his shorts straining under the pressure. The shorts came off, and his ebony-black humongous wood stood proud and throbbing, glad to be free at last. Within a second, his flimsy t-shirt was off and tossed carelessly into a corner.
Their bodies were interlocked,ardent and twitching as they lay down and stared into each other’s eyes. They could wait no longer. They had crossed the bridge and burned it. Gently, he mounted her and then took her. Her soft moans told him she wanted more of him. He was generous and obliged her. He was buried between her thighs. Her legs were high up and clamped behind him, her nails digging into her back as she moaned and then purred and clung to him as if her very life depended on their illicit act. Rivers of sweat coursed down as they heaved in tandem and their bodies became overheated. The moon came out from her hiding place behind the clouds to take a peek and cast a glassy sheen on their slippery bodies as they thrashed aroundlike wild cats.
He could hold on no more. Histhrusts quickened. A low, guttural growl emanated from his throat. He was hitting the crescendo. Then he stiffened as his juices of nature erupted like a furious geyser. The eruption seemed to take up all of eternity as time stood still for them. The he went limp inside her and collapsed onto her. They lay like that for some time, cradled in each other’s arms, hoping vainly that this sweet moment would never pass.
Then it was time to go. They rose and dressed each other silently. Then wordlessly, she slipped back into the night, back to the palace to wait for her dreary husband. A smile played on herlips. Her heart was light. Adom’s spirits were in the skies. They both knew this was just the beginning.
***
This was getting a bit tiresome. Nana’s waist was not what it used to be (even with all the concoctions that his herbalist managed to prop him up with), and he still wondered why with three wives to himself, he still did this. His third and youngest wife was easily the most beautiful woman in the whole town. It was not as if the Kontihene’s wife was even attractive. Her breasts drooped and her legs were short and stubby.The vicissitudes of life had taken their toll on her once exquisite skin. But then when you have been doing something for years, it comes to you naturally, and stopping it is almost like shedding a skin. Yes, of course there was the risk that he could get caught, with grave consequences. But that was also the thrill. For over twenty years they had managed to avoid detection. Tonight, he had told his wives he was meeting with his sub-chiefs at the Gyaasehene’s house for drinks. This of course was true. But then that would be later in the evening. The Kontihene would be there. Which meant that she would be able to meet him for their usual, and then he would go to the Gyaasehene’s house later. In any event, she ran a provisions store late into the night so slipping out to meet him was no problem. Of course no one dared to question his lateness to Gyaaseene's house.
It was a secluded house he owned on the other side of town, but which was reserved only for his visitors. And these included his lovers. The servants only worked there during the day and left in the evening, for obvious reasons. The watchman came on duty at 11pm. Kontihene’s wife was waiting for him in the shadows by the mango tree in the dark courtyard-she dared not be seen by passers-by, of whom there were few at this time of theevening anyway. None of the yearning, arduous passion they had for each other when they first set on this dangerous journey-they just held hands and walked up to the front door. They were almost like a married couple now. I must stop this, he thought wearily to himself.
And yet they were soon at it after they had had a few drinks and he had chewed some tobacco. Their ageing bodies could not muster the energy to hump and thump around like a pair of energetic teenagers. True, he rolled around on his drooping belly like a pregnant whale, whilst the rolls of lumpy fat on her body hardly made for appetizing viewing, but they managed to create their own passion their own way and bond in bed in a way that was unique to them. After maneuvering this way and that way for while, they managed to hoist themselves into a comfortable position. Then he took her from the rear. A few furtive thrusts later, he was panting and sweating. Then the end came almost as soon as it began. He rolled over and collapsed, grinning to reveal brown, tobacco-stained teeth that looked even duller in the yellowish lighting of the bedroom. She wondered why she still bothered with him. Yes, he had supported her provisions shop in manyways. But was it worth it? Especially when being caught out would mean instant divorce and shame? Maybe one day she would find a way to stop. But not now. She had been saying this for two decades.
After a few minutes of chatting idly in bed, they both rose and dressed up. She left first to go back to her shop. He went and took a shower, downed a tot or two of gin, chewed some more tobacco and made his way to the Gyaasehene’s palace, basking in the afterglow of his sins and in the silvery softness of the moonlight.
***
The Krontihene was restless. He leaned on the wall of his verandah, a glass of Mandingo and Lime in his hands in preparation for what he hoped would be a fantastic evening. He peered into the darkness, straining his eyes to see if she was coming. Foolish girl. He had told her he did not want to be late for the meeting at Gyaasehene’s house. She had promised to be on time. And yet she was keeping him waiting. He checked his watch and then swatted an annoying mosquito which had settled on his forearm and was silently drawing blood. Maybe some palace duties were keeping her.
He had set eyes on her in Nana’s palace almost a year ago, when she came to serve as a maid there to one of Nana’s wives. The moment he saw her, Kontihene knew he wanted her. Her skin was flawless and taut. Her eyes were deep-set, and when she smiled, they came alive, as did her soft, full lips. The dimples on her cheeks simply drove him wild, and as for her hips curves and herbreasts, they set a fire in his loins that could simply not be quenched. When she walked, her hips swayed this way andthat way, as if saying to the world, ‘ I am here, I am beautiful, come take meif you dare.’ Why on earth she would be a maid rather than a madam truly mystified him. True, she was young enough to be his daughter, but did it matter? The fact that she was set to be married to Adom, one of the Chief’s attendants, did little to dissuade him. He had found the job for her and brought her from her village. He made his move, and after the initial resistance, she crumbled only the other day. Tonight was the night. His wife was away at her provisions store, and the children were out of town.
As soon as he saw a silhouette through the grove of plantain trees in front of his house, his loins stirred again and his heart gave a jolt. She was coming. Ah! He quickly emptied the contents of the glass down his throat, tossed the cup carelessly on the floor, rubbed his hands and ignored a mosquito buzzing in his ear. When she arrived at his doorstep, he rushed quickly to grab her and lead her into the living room. He locked the main door.
There was business to do. You never knew when that witch of a wife would develop a headache, close the shop and come home early. He held her hand and gently led her into the bedroom. She was shy and stood there, eyes cast downwards, almost unsure of herself. He took charge and undressed her gently, as if she was a delicate butterfly and mightfly away any moment. As he caressed her,she loosened up gradually and rested her head on his shoulder. He smelled her sweetness-an intoxicating aroma. His clothes came off in a flash, revealing a wizened,body with a slight paunch and tufts of grey hair on his pubis. His stiffness was throbbing and aching.
She made him lie on his back. She had learned a few tricks from her other lover, Kwakye, one of Nana’s sons by his second wife Akua. Kwakye was now studying in the big city, and whenever he came home, he had something new to teach her in bed. Of course they had to be careful about Adom, whom she was going to marry. Unknown to her, twenty-five year old Kwakye also got busy with Serwaa, Krontihene’s beautiful nineteen-year old daughter, whenever he came home. Serwaa had grown to bear some resemblance with Nana, a fact which terrified her mother for many years. Luckily for her, her husband’s suspicions were not aroused.
She straddled him and lowered herself gently as she impaled herself unto him. His member throbbed some more. She closed her eyes as she rode him. Gently and shyly at first. His feet curled, and then twitched and then stiffened. This was divine. The shyness seemed to melt away and she opened her eyes, no longer seeing a majestic chief she knew but just anotherman-and a balding man at that. She gyrated her hips. He moaned. She pinned him down and rode him harder. He saw stars. His head swam. His heart thumped and his blood pressure rose steadily. Pleasure coursed down his entire body and shook him with the force of a gale. This was absolutely fantastic.
But there is so much that a man can take. He had reached the mountain peak. He exploded as he quivered. Then he lay still, as limp and as flaccid as an overripe banana. Sweat coursed down his face. His eyes were closed, savouring the ebbing moments of ecstasy. Gently, she extricated herself from his limpness, got out of the bed and put on her clothes. Then he escorted her to the front door and let her out, but not until she promised to come back again.
That night, the maid and Adom returned to each other. And Nana returned to his three wives. And Kontihene’s wife returned to her husband.
And the moon raced across the sky to hide behind a thick cloud, as if ashamed of the trilogy of illicit escapades she had just witnessed. And darkness fell upon the land.
By. Hon. Rodney Nkrumah Boateng
MP for Facebook South
Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, excitement and fear tumbling around in equal measure. She had yearned for this moment for weeks, and yet everything in her told her this was wrong. She was a married woman, for God’s sake. Not just married; she was the Chief’s wife. And Adom was a mere attendant of the chief. But then, his muscled, taut black-as-coal torso, his flashy smile and his tender smile more than made up for his low status,especially when one considered that the Chief, for all his majestic status, was ageing, short, squat, had a belly that sagged to his knees, with a gait that was more akin to a duck’s waddle. She did not have much choice in becoming his third wife. Her skin crawled at the mere prospect of his bedroom advances,panting and sweating, his breath stale and foul with tobacco.
She had stumbled badly oneevening a month or so ago in the palace. He happened to be around and caught her just in time, preventing her from falling flat on her face. Those strong,incredibly comforting hands. The musky aroma of his masculinity. For a moment,she allowed her thoughts to roam, and as he gently rubbed her swollen ankle and oozed sympathy, a certain surge of electricity seemed to course betweenthem. Little needed to be said. The dealwas sealed. Tonight was the night. The chief was off to the Gyaasehene’s residence to meet with other chiefs for drinks.
She picked her way through the shrubbery and walked up to the desolate uncompleted, roofless house on the edge of the town, scene of their tryst. He was waiting, pacing around like a caged lion, anxious and yet excited. As soon he saw her, he quickly reached out to her and grabbed her. Another surge of electricity. He cupped her small, perfectly formed breasts in his hands and squeezed masterfully, rubbing her right nipple between his thumb and index finger. She moaned. He squeezed some more.Her legs felt like melted shea butter. He had brought a blanket and he spread it on the rough floor. Not a word was said. He held her tight, she collapsed in his arms. Blouse came off, then wrapper, then underwear, then headscarf. There she stood, beautifully formed and utterly moist and yearning. He stiffened some more, his shorts straining under the pressure. The shorts came off, and his ebony-black humongous wood stood proud and throbbing, glad to be free at last. Within a second, his flimsy t-shirt was off and tossed carelessly into a corner.
Their bodies were interlocked,ardent and twitching as they lay down and stared into each other’s eyes. They could wait no longer. They had crossed the bridge and burned it. Gently, he mounted her and then took her. Her soft moans told him she wanted more of him. He was generous and obliged her. He was buried between her thighs. Her legs were high up and clamped behind him, her nails digging into her back as she moaned and then purred and clung to him as if her very life depended on their illicit act. Rivers of sweat coursed down as they heaved in tandem and their bodies became overheated. The moon came out from her hiding place behind the clouds to take a peek and cast a glassy sheen on their slippery bodies as they thrashed aroundlike wild cats.
He could hold on no more. Histhrusts quickened. A low, guttural growl emanated from his throat. He was hitting the crescendo. Then he stiffened as his juices of nature erupted like a furious geyser. The eruption seemed to take up all of eternity as time stood still for them. The he went limp inside her and collapsed onto her. They lay like that for some time, cradled in each other’s arms, hoping vainly that this sweet moment would never pass.
Then it was time to go. They rose and dressed each other silently. Then wordlessly, she slipped back into the night, back to the palace to wait for her dreary husband. A smile played on herlips. Her heart was light. Adom’s spirits were in the skies. They both knew this was just the beginning.
***
This was getting a bit tiresome. Nana’s waist was not what it used to be (even with all the concoctions that his herbalist managed to prop him up with), and he still wondered why with three wives to himself, he still did this. His third and youngest wife was easily the most beautiful woman in the whole town. It was not as if the Kontihene’s wife was even attractive. Her breasts drooped and her legs were short and stubby.The vicissitudes of life had taken their toll on her once exquisite skin. But then when you have been doing something for years, it comes to you naturally, and stopping it is almost like shedding a skin. Yes, of course there was the risk that he could get caught, with grave consequences. But that was also the thrill. For over twenty years they had managed to avoid detection. Tonight, he had told his wives he was meeting with his sub-chiefs at the Gyaasehene’s house for drinks. This of course was true. But then that would be later in the evening. The Kontihene would be there. Which meant that she would be able to meet him for their usual, and then he would go to the Gyaasehene’s house later. In any event, she ran a provisions store late into the night so slipping out to meet him was no problem. Of course no one dared to question his lateness to Gyaaseene's house.
It was a secluded house he owned on the other side of town, but which was reserved only for his visitors. And these included his lovers. The servants only worked there during the day and left in the evening, for obvious reasons. The watchman came on duty at 11pm. Kontihene’s wife was waiting for him in the shadows by the mango tree in the dark courtyard-she dared not be seen by passers-by, of whom there were few at this time of theevening anyway. None of the yearning, arduous passion they had for each other when they first set on this dangerous journey-they just held hands and walked up to the front door. They were almost like a married couple now. I must stop this, he thought wearily to himself.
And yet they were soon at it after they had had a few drinks and he had chewed some tobacco. Their ageing bodies could not muster the energy to hump and thump around like a pair of energetic teenagers. True, he rolled around on his drooping belly like a pregnant whale, whilst the rolls of lumpy fat on her body hardly made for appetizing viewing, but they managed to create their own passion their own way and bond in bed in a way that was unique to them. After maneuvering this way and that way for while, they managed to hoist themselves into a comfortable position. Then he took her from the rear. A few furtive thrusts later, he was panting and sweating. Then the end came almost as soon as it began. He rolled over and collapsed, grinning to reveal brown, tobacco-stained teeth that looked even duller in the yellowish lighting of the bedroom. She wondered why she still bothered with him. Yes, he had supported her provisions shop in manyways. But was it worth it? Especially when being caught out would mean instant divorce and shame? Maybe one day she would find a way to stop. But not now. She had been saying this for two decades.
After a few minutes of chatting idly in bed, they both rose and dressed up. She left first to go back to her shop. He went and took a shower, downed a tot or two of gin, chewed some more tobacco and made his way to the Gyaasehene’s palace, basking in the afterglow of his sins and in the silvery softness of the moonlight.
***
The Krontihene was restless. He leaned on the wall of his verandah, a glass of Mandingo and Lime in his hands in preparation for what he hoped would be a fantastic evening. He peered into the darkness, straining his eyes to see if she was coming. Foolish girl. He had told her he did not want to be late for the meeting at Gyaasehene’s house. She had promised to be on time. And yet she was keeping him waiting. He checked his watch and then swatted an annoying mosquito which had settled on his forearm and was silently drawing blood. Maybe some palace duties were keeping her.
He had set eyes on her in Nana’s palace almost a year ago, when she came to serve as a maid there to one of Nana’s wives. The moment he saw her, Kontihene knew he wanted her. Her skin was flawless and taut. Her eyes were deep-set, and when she smiled, they came alive, as did her soft, full lips. The dimples on her cheeks simply drove him wild, and as for her hips curves and herbreasts, they set a fire in his loins that could simply not be quenched. When she walked, her hips swayed this way andthat way, as if saying to the world, ‘ I am here, I am beautiful, come take meif you dare.’ Why on earth she would be a maid rather than a madam truly mystified him. True, she was young enough to be his daughter, but did it matter? The fact that she was set to be married to Adom, one of the Chief’s attendants, did little to dissuade him. He had found the job for her and brought her from her village. He made his move, and after the initial resistance, she crumbled only the other day. Tonight was the night. His wife was away at her provisions store, and the children were out of town.
As soon as he saw a silhouette through the grove of plantain trees in front of his house, his loins stirred again and his heart gave a jolt. She was coming. Ah! He quickly emptied the contents of the glass down his throat, tossed the cup carelessly on the floor, rubbed his hands and ignored a mosquito buzzing in his ear. When she arrived at his doorstep, he rushed quickly to grab her and lead her into the living room. He locked the main door.
There was business to do. You never knew when that witch of a wife would develop a headache, close the shop and come home early. He held her hand and gently led her into the bedroom. She was shy and stood there, eyes cast downwards, almost unsure of herself. He took charge and undressed her gently, as if she was a delicate butterfly and mightfly away any moment. As he caressed her,she loosened up gradually and rested her head on his shoulder. He smelled her sweetness-an intoxicating aroma. His clothes came off in a flash, revealing a wizened,body with a slight paunch and tufts of grey hair on his pubis. His stiffness was throbbing and aching.
She made him lie on his back. She had learned a few tricks from her other lover, Kwakye, one of Nana’s sons by his second wife Akua. Kwakye was now studying in the big city, and whenever he came home, he had something new to teach her in bed. Of course they had to be careful about Adom, whom she was going to marry. Unknown to her, twenty-five year old Kwakye also got busy with Serwaa, Krontihene’s beautiful nineteen-year old daughter, whenever he came home. Serwaa had grown to bear some resemblance with Nana, a fact which terrified her mother for many years. Luckily for her, her husband’s suspicions were not aroused.
She straddled him and lowered herself gently as she impaled herself unto him. His member throbbed some more. She closed her eyes as she rode him. Gently and shyly at first. His feet curled, and then twitched and then stiffened. This was divine. The shyness seemed to melt away and she opened her eyes, no longer seeing a majestic chief she knew but just anotherman-and a balding man at that. She gyrated her hips. He moaned. She pinned him down and rode him harder. He saw stars. His head swam. His heart thumped and his blood pressure rose steadily. Pleasure coursed down his entire body and shook him with the force of a gale. This was absolutely fantastic.
But there is so much that a man can take. He had reached the mountain peak. He exploded as he quivered. Then he lay still, as limp and as flaccid as an overripe banana. Sweat coursed down his face. His eyes were closed, savouring the ebbing moments of ecstasy. Gently, she extricated herself from his limpness, got out of the bed and put on her clothes. Then he escorted her to the front door and let her out, but not until she promised to come back again.
That night, the maid and Adom returned to each other. And Nana returned to his three wives. And Kontihene’s wife returned to her husband.
And the moon raced across the sky to hide behind a thick cloud, as if ashamed of the trilogy of illicit escapades she had just witnessed. And darkness fell upon the land.
By. Hon. Rodney Nkrumah Boateng
MP for Facebook South
