“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.
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