Read the first part of this story here: The First And Last Night (I)

“Oh no! Not now!” Sasha exclaims!

“Crap!” I respond in the same exclamatory tone. I jump off her like she had suddenly turned into a snake! My God! What becomes of me? A corpse? Or a cripple? Whatever the alternatives are, I am not getting out of this in one piece. My fear was beyond this earth.

My twenty-six years of being flashed before me in a split second. No. No! No!! This is not how my life ends. I have plans. I will marry Libelda in two years. We will make a beautiful couple and give birth to two lovely daughters. Awww… Libelda. I felt sorry for her. How will she feel if this comes out?

I pick up my clothes from the floor. There is no need to wear them. I dash for the window and open it. Stop! The distance to the ground was too far. I might not die from the jump but the pain will be too much. I look under the bed. Short bed. No space. Next stop, the closet. Too full. And that’s the first place Mr. Honney will check if he smells anything fishy. I place my two hands on my head. “God, I’m dead!”

“Sweetheart, are you there? The man of the house calls out again.

His voice! Raucous! Shivers go down my spine! I can feel the sweat drench my skin, the throbbing of my own eyes, the sound of his footsteps vibrating in my ears, and the thumping of my heart against my chest. My fingers are curled into a fist, nails digging into my palm. I can’t hear my rapid breathing, but I can feel the oxygen flooding in and out of my lungs. I notice my feet tremble. My legs twitch, fighting the impulse to whirl around and sprint out of the room.

I look at Sasha for help. She has a grin on her face. She finds this funny? My throat closes in threat of screaming at her. I crunch my teeth over my lip harder than I ever have.

I could feel him at the door now. Let me just die already. Then Sasha spoke. “I’m here, baby. I’ve got company!”

What? I looked at her quizzically. What is this woman up to? Is this her plan? To get me lynched? I thought she loved me. Oh, God, please save me! I prayed.

“Relax”, she says in her most honeyed voice. This woman must be joking! Who relaxes in a situation like this? “Ours is an open marriage”, she drops the bomb on me.

Open what? Here in Africa? Please come again, woman! By now, every iota of pleasure has left me. I have been able to put a few things on and still looking around earnestly for a hiding place.

She smiled at me and stood beside me striking a pose which made her look like a child suffering from Polio.

“Wow! I almost missed out on the fun!” Mr. Honney says with a big smile on his face.

I am confused. At this point, my head is spinning!

“This must be Victor. You finally brought yourself to doing this, huh? I hope he doesn’t mind me joining in”

Doing what? Is he talking to me? I look at the couple for answers. Ben is already taking his trousers off. Sasha laughs and walks to her husband. She hugs and kisses him, and goes like “Of course, my love. You can. Victor is very open-minded.”

A threesome! With a married woman and her husband?! Dude, I’m a bad boy, but my bad boy has not escalated to this level yet. I walk past them slowly like I am in a trance, out of the room and so out of sleeping with married women. For life!