The Silence Within

Chapter 49

The house was a shield from the pitter-patter of the rain for its habitants. It was a white bungalow sitting on three plots of land. It was surrounded by a large yard, clipped green meadow with mixtures of pretty flowers. Encompassing the gazebo were short bushes of green leaves with a stone path that led to the house and a swimming pool. At the far end of the yard was another building used as a gym. Tall concreted fences protected the house from the views of outsiders. At the top of those walls were electric wires for protection against thieves who was the scale the fences.

The bungalow was large with five bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen, a study, and six toilets. At the front was an open garage. In it were five cars. A black Mercedes SUV, a blue Rolls Royce, a white Range Rover, a red Audi and a silver BMW. The front yard was mainly concrete with short bushes of yellow leaves beautifying the fences. The environment was bright with fluorescent lights that splashes over the spread, illuminating every part of it.

Thunder clapped in the sky. The quick strike of lightening brightened the yard then disappeared. The sky howled harder, showered rigorously as the long lines of rain splattered against wet grounds. Inside, she hurried, chopped the vegetables as she stole glances at the pot on fire. Her hands moved with skill, knife chopping and dicing vegetables into small sizes. The kitchen was bathed with the aroma of her delicacy. The whiff travelled into the living room where he sat on the couch, legs on it as he pressed his phone. There was nothing to watch since the dish's connection had been lost due to the weather.

She tried to make dinner, not ready for his wrath. He had always wanted dinner ready by eight. She had thirty more minutes and she needs to work with time. She opened the pot with a napkin in her hand, steam oozed out before giving her a clear view of what was cooking. She took the chopped vegetables and poured them over before covering the pot. While that cooked, she opened the oven to check the chicken in it.

Ahmad smiled at the message that popped up on his phone. More messages came along with it. He ignored others and tapped that particular one.

"I enjoyed today. Had a great day with you" It said.

"Same here. Loved the dish. Would want more of it"

There was a laughing emoji then a blushing emoji before "I knew you would. I miss you already"

He tried not to smile so as not to give away what he felt within. He felt the whirlpool of pleasure travel through him. "I do too. Loved the dress" A wink emoji. "Would love to see you in more of its kind. Wear red next time. It suits you better"

A picture came in as he typed his reply. He ceased typing to download the picture. Ahmad looked over his shoulder into the kitchen to check if his wife was coming. His eyes went huge at the picture he saw. He restricted himself from running his tongue over his lips like the image he stared at was a meal he could not wait to ravish. His mouth watered.

In his phone was a light skinned lady. Her body was wrapped in a red lingerie that barely conceal anything. Her boobs were almost pilling out of the material that held the two round fleshes up and tight. Her waist, paper thin, made her hips appear larger than they were. Her lower body was barely cladded in a G-string, fine butts out for him to see. In smooth alluring skin, she was a temptress. The kind Ahmad could not wait to take in between his teeth, kiss and lick to get its taste back on his tongue.

Ahmad's fingers twitched. He tapped on the picture to view it. Temptingly, he ran his finger through the outline of her butts. Ahmad wished it was real flesh. He wanted to clasp the flesh in his hand, squeeze and spank.

His body grew hot with need for her. He gawked at the picture. Shit! He needed released. He stole a glance at the kitchen where his wife made effort to make dinner ready then got to his feet, leaving his phone to go inside for a cold shower. He needed it badly.