Irresistible by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Author:Rachel Kramer Bussel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2012-02-10T05:00:00+00:00

The night was crisp, almost cold, but Amara left her warm shawl behind as she ventured out into the wilderness. It had been nearly two weeks since her husband left her on business, and her skin was feeling its neglect. She’d become accustomed to his constant attentions in their short marriage, and even though he was nearly twice her age, she looked forward to his affections, perhaps more than she’d expected. So she decided to surprise Babatunde on his return home, and perhaps enjoy some time alone with him near the cool river, away from the constant prying eyes of the servants, the other villagers and his other wife.

The more she thought about how happy Babatunde would be when he found her, the more excited Amara became. She covered her mouth, holding back the girlish giggles that might give away the surprise. He would be off the path, closer to the river, with his new purchase of livestock. His growing wealth made him even more attractive to her…and to other women in their tribe. Amara knew it was too early for her to worry about competition. It was enough that her husband still wanted her…when he wasn’t otherwise occupied.

Once enough stars lit the sky, Amara could see far enough down the river to discern a campfire. Closer, and she could hear and smell the cattle. At fifty cubits from the fire, she finally found her husband lounging on the ground atop a makeshift bed of straw and branches. Smiling hopefully, she crouched down and crept silently through the tall grass, waiting for the perfect moment to make her presence known and initiate their reunion.

She didn’t think anything of it when Jomo appeared out of the darkness, naked from the waist up. Babatunde’s pet followed the man practically everywhere. Amara sometimes teased her husband that the young man hoped that by ingratiating himself to his master over the years, he would earn a large reward upon Babatunde’s death, or better yet, be released from his servitude early. Her husband always laughed at her then shut her up with his mouth, or his firm hand on her bottom. Amara watched the young man strip down to his undergarment and still thought it only slightly odd. Why would Babatunde allow his servant to share his bed, no matter how crude, no matter how remote? She crept closer, never taking her eyes off the young man’s strong chest and arms. Crouching down behind a large rock, she stared and waited, her heart thumping in her chest. The big cats had nothing on her.

“The night air chills,” she heard her husband say. With outstretched arms, he smiled like one of the kings of old, awaiting tribute from faithful servants. “Warm me, Jomo.” It angered Amara that her husband would use on this minion words he so often used on her, when he beckoned her to his bed instead of Xolani. She was already smarting from that when Jomo slipped quickly out of his garments and flopped down on top of her husband into a long, silent kiss.

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