VANESSA KANOMBE`S HUSBAND`S DREAM is an imaginary love story of a wonderful Rwandan lady Vanessa Kanombe living in imaginary Rwanda in 1982 together with her adulterous husband Simon Gato, her divinely graceful, sweeter, younger sister Dalida Kanyange, her husband`s divinely attractive secretary Sandrina Uwambayinzobe and different lovers.
About two o`clock a.m. on July 1, 1982, Vanessa Kanombe awakened. All of a sudden, she heard her husband dreaming, speaking loudly, but unconsciously: ``Sandrina Uwambayinzobe, my saccharine friend, I love you so much indeed; but do not tell my wife. Your sweet thighs are so wonderful to me. I want you once again, my sweet baby. Let`s do it once again. You are so sweet to me. You are sweeter than my wife indeed. You are sweeter than Ballantina, too.``
Vanessa decides to keep the dream a secret from her husband but sets about discovering if it has any basis in truth.
Throughout the novel, Vanessa Kanombe`s past sexual experiences and her husband`s imagined love affairs with his secretary constantly affect her thoughts, her decisions and her actions.
Her three inner voices in her mind constantly intervene to discuss her haunting conflicts, to advise her how to react, or to make comments on what she is watching or what she is doing - they make comments when she is watching erotic movies; they make comments when her husband or her lovers are making love to her.
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“Vanessa Kanombe, my dear wife, I apologize myself; I beat you
last night. You know how much I love you,” said Simon Gato, sitting in
the drawing room, sipping his coffee.
“Why did you beat me?” asked Vanessa Kanombe, looking at her
husband.
“Why do you think I beat you?”
“I don’t see why you beat me.”
“True, I was drunk; but your unpleasant words provoked me to
anger and I beat you. A drunken man is like a sick man; he must be
kindly treated. Who told you that I made love to Claudette, Chantal,
Adrianna and Cecilia? I never made love to those whores and I will
never make love to them.”
“No one told me that you made love to them. But you booze where
they booze. There are fellow drinkers who fuck them. I know that you
often talk to them while drinking in speakeasies. I don’t want you to
make blunders with them. And you should keep in mind that to drink so
much alcohol is destructive to both of us. I am afraid you no longer
love me. Why do you spend so much time in hotels and speakeasies?”
“How can you say that I no longer love you? You know that you
are the dearest human being I love in my life. Vanessa Kanombe, you
are so precious to me, my divine wife.”
“If you really love me, sack Sandrina Uwambayinzobe.”
`Why?”
“She is not a good employee.”
“How do you know? Are you her employer?”
“She is too old to be your secretary.”
“That’s not right. She is only twenty-seven. And she is the most
competent woman out of all my female employees I have.”
“She is not clean at all.”
“What a big lie!”
“She is too talkative to be a genuine secretary.”
“That’s nonsense.”
“The way she dresses is rather shameful. All customers complain
about her indecent, short dresses.”
“I am afraid you are mad; that‘s not true.”
“Sack her if you love me.”
“You are wrong. Love and business are two different things and
should be differently treated. It is not up to you to tell me who must
be sacked or not. I cannot sack immaculate, competent employees.”
“Sack Sandrina Uwambayinzobe if you love me; I don’t like her at
all.”
“I see! You want me to sack her because you don’t like her! What
a strange piece of advice!
“Am I not your best adviser?”
“True, you are my best friend and my best adviser at home, but
not at work. And best advisers are not always right”.
“You must sack Sandrina Uwambayinzobe; I don’t like her at all
as your secretary—that is a sound argument.”
“You are mad, my dear friend!”
“I don’t like the way she looks at you.”
“My heavenly God, help my wife.”
`Sack her; she is immoral.”
“That’s a slander!”
“She is your mistress.”
“That’s a big lie!”
“All employees are aware of that.”
“That’s not true.”
“Sack her if you still love me; otherwise forget me as your
wife.”
“I won’t sack her at all as long as she is an immaculate,
competent employee.”
“You must sack her and forget her. She’s your mistress. I am
aware of that. You must choose me or her.”
“If she is my mistress, prove it; I will leave her and I will
forget her, but I won’t sack her. If you have any evidence that I make
love to her, I will give her another job and I will appoint another
secretary. It is more sensible, isn’t it?”
“You no longer love me,” concluded Vanessa Kanombe, crying.
It was on August 4, 1982.
***
On August 10, 1982, Vanessa Kanombe and Simon Gato celebrated the
third anniversary of their marriage with a delightful dinner enjoyed
with friends.
Later at night, Vanessa Kanombe and Simon Gato began to chat.
“Vanessa Kanombe, my sweet rose, you’re so sweet to me; you‘re
so wonderful, my delectable wife,’’ said Simon Gato, in a happy mood,
kissing his wife.
“Thank you very much, my sweet husband; I am glad to hear that,”
said Vanessa Kanombe, kissing her husband, responding to his
caresses.
“When my first wife Faustina Cyubahiro died, I really felt
almost desperate. She loved me very much. So did I. I could not
imagine that I could once again be happy after her unexpected death. I
now very much thank God—the genuine spring of genuine happiness
indeed. I very much thank Him. He blessed me with you. Throughout
these three years spent together, you have made me happy, my sweet
love. Kiss me once again, my saccharine wife, said Simon Gato,
delighted, caressing Vanessa Kanombe’s nude, wonderful buttocks.
“All right, my nice male,” said Vanessa Kanombe, kissing her
husband, adoringly looking at his handsome, strong body.
“How do you feel today, my lovely friend?” asked Simon Gato,
kissing his wife once again.
“I feel quite happy, my dear husband. I am very proud of you.
You are a wonderful husband.”
“Thank you, my sweet friend.”
“You are welcome. Thank you very much once again for the lovely
presents you gave me today: four wonderful dresses: two white
dresses, a blue one and a black one; three nice pairs of drawers: a
pair of white drawers, a pair of purple drawers and a pair of pink
drawers. That was very kind of you, darling.”
“You are welcome, darling. I am glad you are so happy. I also
very much appreciated the wonderful white shirt and the wonderful,
black tie you gave me on the occasion of the third anniversary of our
marriage. Thank you so much.”
“You are welcome.”
“My sweet Vanessa Kanombe, I want to give you one more present
to properly celebrate once again the third anniversary of our happy
marriage.”
“Thank you very much indeed.”
“Let me know what you want most—a symbol of our happy union, an
everlasting proof of my genuine love to you.”
“Sack Sandrina Uwambayinzobe.”
“My good God! Forget her. This happy moment is only for you and
me. Let us properly enjoy it. Only think of me as I have been thinking
of you the whole day; I have been thinking of all happy moments
enjoyed together throughout the three years. Therefore, ask for
something else, a wonderful present—something good. A present I will
be glad to offer you, a present that will delight you most.”
“Sack Sandrina Uwambayinzobe, my sweet husband. That is the only
present that will delight me most today.”
“Forget Sandrina Uwambayinzobe, my sweet wife. Let us properly
enjoy this wonderful moment. Kiss me, darling. I love you so much.”
Vanessa Kanombe passionately kissed him. Simon Gato passionately
kissed her. They thrillingly embraced, Vanessa Kanombe on top of him.
They marvelously caressed each other and kissed each other over and
over again. Then Vanessa Kanombe introduced the penis in splendid
erection into her sweet, wet vagina and properly topped her sweet
husband. They wonderfully made love and rested.
After a while, they began to caress each other once again.
“Kiss me once again, darling,” said Vanessa Kanombe, wonderfully
caressing Simon Gato’s penis, sweetly smiling at him.
“Caress my breasts once again,” she added. “That‘s all
right…Kiss me once again… It is sweet of you, darling. Caress my
thighs… That’s all right. Kiss me once again. That’s fine. Caress my
genitals once again… That’s wonderful. Kiss me once again…That’s fine.
Top me, darling…All right. Kiss me once again. That’s wonderful. Now
penetrate me properly…That’s sweet of you. .. Once again,
darling…That’s wonderful.. Move it quicker…Quicker and deeper…That’s
sweeter, my sweet husband. Keep it inside me and kiss me once again.
That’s all right, darling. Keep on regularly penetrating me… once
again…deeper and deeper…deeper and quicker…That’s sweet of you,
darling. Penetrate me once again, my sweet husband… Once again…Once
again…That’s wonderful, my sweet husband. Keep on penetrating me
sweetly….quickly…deeply….sweetly ….wonderfully…You’re a superb male,
my sweet husband….Let me repeat it—you are a superb male…the sweetest
male indeed. Yeeees….yeees. Do it once again. That’s sweeter. Embrace
me …Kiss me once again… Thank you so much, darling…. You are so good
at penetrating me…You are a wonderful husband indeed.”
As Vanessa Kanombe kept on complimenting her husband,
alternating sweet compliments and erotic sighs, properly swaying her
wonderful, soft buttocks to divinely enjoy sexual pleasure and to
delight her husband, Simon Gato exceptionally penetrated his wife for
a longer time.
When Vanessa Kanombe stopped voicing compliments, but keeping on
erotically sighing, deeply and regularly sighing, responding to the
regular movements of the penetrating and withdrawing penis, her inner
voices stepped in and made comments on the love affair.
First voice: Imagine him penetrating Sandrina Uwambayinzobe this
way.
Second voice: She must be sweeter than you are. Do you remember her
younger, more splendid, softer buttocks? Imagine him penetrating
Sandrina Uwambayinzobe—Sandrina Uwambayinzobe so divinely shaped, so
divinely brighter than you are. She must be good at it too. Better
than you are.
Third voice: He must be thinking of her. What a wonderful
penetration! True, Sandrina Uwambayinzobe is younger. She is
bright-skinned too. Her shape, her singing voice, and her clean, big
eyes are alluring. But your husband loves the way you are made. He
often tells you that he loves you very much; he loves the way you
walk, the way you dance, the way you kiss him, the way you caress him
and the way you make love with him. Above all, he often tells you that
you are the sweetest woman in this world. What else do you want from
your husband? He loves you very much and you love him very much too;
that’s wonderful.
First voice: Your husband is wrong because he also loves very much
Sandrina Uwambayinzobe; he regularly penetrates her. She is too
attractive to be sacked.
Second voice: She is attractive indeed. She definitely tops your
husband twice or three times a week. Imagine her on top of your
handsome, strong husband. Splendidly moving her graceful buttocks to
enjoy a deeper penetration. Imagine her erotic sighs. Imagine her
hungrily kissing your husband’s lips. Imagine her being penetrated the
way he is penetrating you now. So deeply, so sweetly, so wonderfully!
Imagine her, gracefully opening her divinely beautiful thighs to this
divinely erect penis penetrating you right now. So sweetly, so
quickly! So deeply, so wonderfully!
Third voice: It is wiser to forget Sandrina Uwambayinzobe.
First voice: How can you forget her?
Second voice: How can you forget that bitch? How can you forget her?
She daily seduces him. They always spend eight hours a day together,
admiring each other, kissing each other, caressing each other and
making love when in need. In your husband‘s office, as if both of you
were married to him! As if you were a wife at night and Sandrina
Uwambayinzobe a wife by day!
Third voice: Sandrina Uwambayinzobe must be sacked. Otherwise, he
will marry her. He will marry her as a second wife at best. He will
divorce you at worst. Get her sacked quickly.
First voice: Get her sacked indeed. It is immoral of her to top your
husband. Use sweeter words, use sweeter kisses, use sweeter caresses,
use your sweet body and get her sacked. Cry the whole week if need be,
but get her sacked.
Second voice: Enjoy sexual pleasure too! Here it comes once again,
eager to penetrate you once again. So sweetly. Caress him. Kiss him.
Wait a moment. He is about to enjoy ecstasy. Forget Sandrina
Uwambayinzobe and welcome this wonderful penetrating penis once again.
