My wife Simone and I employed Nonceba eleven years ago. Nonci, as we later called her had just finished matric when she started working for us. She would help around with daily tasks and clean up after events at first but became a great personal assistant for Simone as she grew older. When Simone fell ill it was like the world got dark around me and I could not see the light in anything. Nonci was there and Nonci had become part of the family by working her way into our hearts through all the ups and downs we endured. Looking back, Nonci was the one keeping me together and helping with everything in the house especially in the areas I fell short.
Nonci would clean the sheets and throw away the untouched meals she had worked on during the evenings. She always made Simone smile with a positive approach to every task at hand, accompanied by words of encouragement she would nurse Simone to the best of her capability.
When Simone passed, I felt sorry for myself and locked myself in the study most days. For weeks I could not sleep through so I would be in the gym all night. Sometimes I would mess around on the treadmill walking endlessly to nowhere or sit and cycle expressionless on the spinning bike. Nonci would make sure there were prepped meals even if I had no appetite. She would come in every morning, prepare a fresh coffee and start putting my breakfast together.
She was quiet most days allowing me to mourn.
I think Nonci was scared I would retrench her because I was on my own now. There was less than half the work load she used to have. The truth was that I actually did consider finding her something else with mu recommendation but I could not bring myself to lose the last bit of good I had left. Like I mentioned earlier, Nonci was part of the family and yet the only family I now had left.
I arrived home from the lawyers one afternoon and Nonci was in the gym, stretching out after her workout. She was putting the available free time into herself which I admired because she did not sit around doing nothing. I walked over to her with the weight of the world on my shoulders. I sat down opposite her, still pondering on how to ask if she would please help me pack all Simone’s belongings in boxes. I had decided there was no point hanging on to everything anymore.
After I asked her with tear-filled eyes she embraced be for several minutes, she teared up too but agreed to do it even though she seemed reluctant. I think there was underlying sorrow from her side, through my feeling sorry for myself I never truly acknowledged Nonceba had lost a big chunk of her life and best friend.
Simone and Nonci used to train together most week days and sometimes Nonci would be in the gym early mornings before she started her chores in the house. She was no longer the chubby girl we met when she started working for us.
During the process of packing everything in boxes I asked if Nonci wanted any of Simone’s things. As we placed the items one for one into plastic crates, Nonci selected a few dresses and some of Simone’s running shoes for her to keep. Simone’s family had savagely tried to take most of the valuable stuff like vultures to a carcass. I had placed the valuable and sentimental jewellery in the safe before her family swooped in. Some of the clothing had hardly ever been worn, some of it had never even been opened.
When everything was packed and placed in the garage for pickup, Nonci and I stood staring at the empty closet in disbelief. The void was a metaphor reminding us both of how empty we felt.
A few days had passed and I was lying in bed when I heard Nonci in the gym. I heard the music because she was playing her playlist through the Bluetooth sound system a little louder than normal. She had been telling me daily that I needed to be strong and I needed to get in routine again if I wanted to heal. African women are not built weak and she was an example of that.
I got dressed and went to the gym hall. Nonci had already warmed up and was hard at work doing her squats. She was wearing a turquoise outfit that I recognised from Simone’s outfits. I choked up a bit even though I never liked the colour but it looked very healthy on Nonci. Her new ice-white trainers complimented the outfit and her skin was complementing the entire look. Every squat was deep and her lifts were powerful, as if training with anger and yet confidence in her form and ability.
Her training top was the perfect fit that hugged her breasts tight against her chest. I found myself drifting into daydream of a time when Simone made a joke that I love Nonci more than her because she does so much and still managed to find the time to work on herself. Nonci was too busy training to have noticed I was in the room and after her set she placed more weights on the bar. She had turned to reach for her towel when she spotted me and grabbed her chest startled because she was not expecting anyone to be there.
She immediately laughed and I apologised for startling her. I told her how good she looks and how strong she was. I told her that Simone would be so proud of her. I could see how focused she was and how little she was struggling.
I trained every morning after that, for maybe two weeks before I headed out to clients again and getting back into the running of the business since Simone’s passing. It was refreshing and helped me regain my focus. Nonci was there most of the time in tight outfits and pushing herself too.
After the gym I would have my breakfast before grabbing a shake on my way out. Nonci had everything ready and set out for me like a text-book wife. This was just the African way I got to know and expect from her. As I was heading out on the Tuesday morning Nonci came toward me in a sky-blue skirt and low buttoned white top that looked like she was on her way to an interview. It reminded me of how Simone had influenced Nonci over the years. She looked so confident and proud.
Nonci explained she needed to get some things for herself and was going shopping while I was at work. She had a few errands to do, so she would possibly be coming back a little later than six that evening. She informed me of the prepped meals in the fridge in case I was hungry in the afternoon. I nodded approvingly and told her to enjoy her day before she turned and walked off. The smell of her perfume was soft and sweet like that of candyfloss. Her bum was firm and wide with her waist line narrow and toned. Her back muscles exposed ever so elegantly and her calves highlighted by the heels she was wearing.
It was evident that the loss of Simone was just as hard on her and that she was using the gym to out-train sadness and maybe even the pain. I remembered a necklace that Simone always wore when she wore white outfits and realised it was probably still in the safe. I called to Nonci and asked her to follow me to the study.
I opened the wall safe in the study and reached for the white velvet oval box. I opened it and raised the white gold necklace out to reveal the small diamond pendant at the end. Nonci’s eyes sparkled as I lifted the pendant from the box. She recognised it immediately and smiled. I asked her to turn around and pushed her frizzy locks aside before I placed the necklace and clipped the clasp behind her neck.
She turned to face me with tears welled up in her eyes. I continued to explain why I was gifting the necklace to her and how much it meant to me that she takes it gracefully as Simone would have wanted. She reached out to embrace me and we hugged for a few moments.
I could smell her perfume stronger then and felt her firm body in my arms with her breasts pressed against my lower chest. As we parted I looked down into her cleavage and then up to her voluptuous lips and button nose. Her eyes were glossed and black looking back at me with gratitude and admiration.
I felt something inside, I felt myself aroused, something I had not felt since before Simone’s diagnoses. All the stress had killed my libido and Simone was unable to even have sex due to the pain and sores throughout her body. While looking down at Nonci’s soft brown breasts I felt my pants growing tighter. Her embrace had sparked a warmth in me that was unexpected yet welcome.
Maybe it was all a build-up of testosterone and no release that was urging my body on. All the gym sessions I was doing while she was there could have reminded my brain that this was a real woman. Maybe it was eleven years of Simone telling me how cute Nonci looked in her outfits or maybe it was seven months of no sex that made this happen. Maybe it was because I saw parts of Simone or maybe I was just a man in need of love and affection or a proper fuck?
I still don’t know what made me place my hand on Nonci’s chest in that moment but I did. I looked her in her eyes I squeezed her breast. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back a bit. She stood there unshaken by my action. I slid my hand up her chest and placed my hand on her neck while looking at the diamond pendant highlighted against her soft brown skin. She breathed in sharply through her pearl white teeth and locked her eyes with mine.
She placed her hands on my collar and pulled my face towards hers. Planting her thick lips firmly against mine and opening her mouth allowing my tongue to navigate its way to hers. I reached for her breast again and pressed it firmly in my hand before trying to slip my hand under her blouse. My other hand reaching down to grip her bottom in my hand and pull her closer.
My dick hardened in my pants and pressed into her dark abs. She pulled away and looked down at my crotch then turned away and walked over to the desk. Her hands unbuttoned her blouse and then the clip on the side of her skirt. I heard the sound of a short zipper unzip before her skirt dropped to the ground revealing her perfect bottom and powerful thighs. While walking one foot before the other her shoulders pressed back her blouse slid off to reveal her ripped back her sensual hour glass figure and wide hips.
Nonci had a lacey matching set of lingerie on. I was a light blue sort of provocateur. She looked back over her shoulder as I stood there processing the sudden change in events. Was I imagining all this?
Nonci reached back and undid her bra. After it slid down her arm she let is fall on the corner of the desk before she leaned forward and pushed her bottom toward me. While she pressed her panties down over her thighs down to the ground her dark pussy peaked out from under her bum. Nonci placed her hands on the edges of the desk with her bum pressed back and her back arched, she separated her ankles while pressing on her toes in her heels emphasised her leg muscles and toned backside.
My dick was practically pressing through my pants and I instinctively ripped my belt buckle back and forth to release my pants from the belts restrain. I stepped over to the invitation of her exposed body and released my cock from behind the zipper and briefs. Nonci was short and looked narrow as I clutched my veined dick near the head and prepared to push myself into her dark brown pussy.
I reached with my other hand sliding my middle finger into her slit, my finger went in with little resistance as it was quite moist already. My cold fingertip made her clench a little and Nonci gripped onto the desk as my middle finger pressed passed her entrance. Nonci widened her grip on the desk by spread her arms apart. While placing her palms on the leather desk pad she lowered her breast onto the desk to allow me better entry.
I shuffled a bit closer with my trousers just below my knees and pressed the tip of my cock down the side of my finger. Nonci braced herself when I started applying pressure and slid my finger out of her clenching entrance. Nonci pressed back a little when our parts touched and then breathed out with a moan as my dick’s head was seated inside the rim of her pussy. She was hot inside; almost like when you place a cold hand into hot water. I felt she was wet when my tip pressed deeper into her vagina.
I was so horny that I wanted to just ram my dick into her. Nonci pressed back and made a humming sound mixed with a moan as she pressed harder almost anticipating my thoughts. Sucking air in through her teeth as shoved myself in, it felt like it had slotted in place. I loved that feeling of her hot pussy tightening on my cock when I pulled back. It was ecstasy, she was hot inside and wet and good but I wanted more and shoved myself deeper this time.
Her knees buckled a bit at that moment before she found her footing again which required me to move even closer. Nonci at that point exclaimed how nice I felt but I must go deeper. I was gliding into her puffy pussy quite easily but had placed my hands on her wide hips. I gripped her firmly and was pulled her onto my shaft. Nonci moaned loudly, I could feel my dick pressed deep inside her.
I reached a point where my cock could not go in further and yet I was not even all the way in her. There was maybe three centimetres to still go. I pulled up on Nonci’s hips and used my knee to force her leg up, she placed her knee on the desk and I thrust hard into her. Her back was arching deeper and I thrust again and again. She was not pressing back anymore. I pulled back a bit and asked if she was ok. She looked back at me and nodded then placed my hand over her shoulder.
I was pulling out to the head and then ramming myself in with the help of my hand pulling her from the shoulder onto me. Nonci reached back to grab my wrist on her hip. “You must give Adam,” as she started to press herself back on to my dick again.
I felt her hand’s rhythm on my wrist, I slid back and forth on her temp. Nonci, blew out sharply when I was fully inside and I could feel her pubic hair against my balls. At a point I was rocking in and out of her quite fast and the sweat started to bead in the arch of her back and over her bum.
The mix of sugary sweet perfume and sweat was filling my nostrils. The sharp odour of sex was filling the air and I was rock hard inside Nonci. She almost got onto the desk while trying to opening herself just a fraction more. I grasped her butt cheeks and separated them to expose her asshole, I pressed my thumb on the opening and massaged over it several times while the sweat lubricated enough for me to push my thumb into her anal entrance. She reached from my hand and pulled it away from her ass then pushed my hand to her hip again.
I could feel myself going all the way inside her even though there was a tightness that had started pushing inside her. She was slapping the leather desk pad and I was about to cum. She was trying to crawl over the desk from her orgasm but I was so close. I pulled her back onto my dick while I slapped her pussy onto my balls. Her sweaty bum clapped against my hip bone.
Nonci had crumpled papers from the desk in her hands while her breasts were pressed onto the desk and I kept slamming into her until my balls felt her hot wetness. “Yoh, Yoh, Yoh,” she cried while waving her one hand back as if I should stop. Her pussy clenched around my dick and then she splashed a milky liquid onto my shaft and balls. I started pulsing cum into her dark pussy thrusting involuntarily, spilling more of my cum inside her. As her climax ebbed out I slid my dick out of her while I milked the last cum into her swollen brown pussy that seemed to have been a vacuum still sucking down on my cock.
I wanted to see my cum on her brown matt skin. I collapse to my knees while Nonci rolled to the side. Our mixed fluids pressed out her pink hole and rolled down her inner thigh. She flipped to her back and regained her breath. While on my knees I looked up at her and she gazed back at me, realizing my load was dripping from her stretched pussy she cupped the cum with her fingers and tried to press it back into her vagina.
I turned to the side and looked at Simone’s portrait on the wall. Nonci followed my eyes to see Simone looking at us with a happy smile. She slid off the desk and pulled my head against her stomach. “We will be a happy family again,” she said as she stroked my hair.
