[Story] Red Apple – Season 1, Episode 3 and Episode 4

Episode Three (3) – “The Smell”

My wife just left to check who it was, and again, just when I thought I had had enough for the night, there stood this mysterious lady I met at the cemetery right in front of my door.
From where I stood I could hardly hear them talk, but their conversation didn’t last long. My wife then invited her in and offered her seat.
“Let me introduce you to my husband” My wife said. I decided to play along and pretended that I had never met this lady before. Apparently, from the way things were going, I guessed that my wife knew her. Right there and then my wife called me away from her so that we could speak in private.
“Baby, I’m sorry, but that’s my friend there, she needs a place to stay for the weekend and I was wondering if we could help her” She said.
There was something so fishy about this, I knew my wife to be the introvert type and her only close friend she had was Emefa, who I suppose was in heaven by now. My wife didn’t keep friends and that’s something I liked about her.
Maybe they were all mutual friends of Emefa, so I didn’t give it much thinking. But I just didn’t like the whole idea. It seemed my wife had already given her the go ahead already.
“I can’t say much for now, but take her to the guest room, it’s late now, I have to go to bed” I said as I quickly went to take my shower after which, I retired to bed.
I couldn’t sleep that night, I stayed awake thinking. Not anything in particular, but one thing was for sure, Emefa crossed my mind every now and then.
I was just tossing in bed, I looked at my wife who was beside me in bed, just to see her peacefully sleeping. It was about 2 am and everywhere was quite. Apparently, it was still raining and the temperature was unusually cold. Gone are the days when Emefa and I as kids would just rush into the rains with our underwear alongside with the other kids from the neighborhood to take our bath.
That thought alone got me smiling. No, this must stop, Emefa is dead and gone, she is no more alive, and I need to move on. Here lies my wife, and am just worrying myself over the dead. I had to do something. I looked at my wife and without thinking twice about it; I planted a deep kiss while she was still asleep.
Her lips began moving, then she eventually began responding, the mood was right, it was raining and the weather was cold. It was just a moment for us to do what married people did. She began breathing faster as the kiss got intense. Then she suddenly turned me over, she came on to top of me now and continued kissing me.
I loved it, I loved everything that was going on. I held her curvy waist as she pressed firm against my groin. I was so hard now and I knew she could feel it. Still kissing me, I felt her hand in my boxers, she took my rigid manhood out and pushed it into her, and then she took control.
It was all her now, she kept rocking in circles, in slow motion as she knew what to do to please herself. I liked that about her, my wife was just bad to me. She was on top of her game. She kept rocking and rocking, eventually speeding up her pace. I knew she was about to climax, so I began to hit her hard from beneath. Her moan grew louder as she finally climaxed.
I was still in her, then she rested her body on me with her head on my chest. Then suddenly, that perfume smell of Emefa came again. I smelled it everywhere.
“Do you smell that? I asked my wife.
“Smell what? Is something burning? She asked. It was obvious from her answer that she didn’t smell anything.
I excused her and went out of the room. The smell was way stronger now, I headed towards the living-room and to my surprise, the mystery girl was awake and was seated comfortably on the sofa. Though she was seated, she appeared to be very rigid and motionless.

-By Elton Nana Amoah
Episode Four (4) – “If she was mine”

Though she was seated, she appeared to be very rigid and motionless. What was she doing here at this time; she was supposed to be in guest room. I went closer to her, touched by the shoulder; her body was so cold like a lifeless being. Then I noticed in her eyes that she was crying.
“Hey, what are you doing here, crying? I asked. She looked at me, straight into the eyes, it was obvious she had a lot of things to say to me but something was holding her back. Then, finally, she stood up right in front of me, still looking straight into my eyes.
“Selorm, I miss you so much” She said.
How was that possible, we just meet some few hours ago and already you are missing me? It doesn’t make sense. I thought I didn’t hear right and for that matter I needed her assurance on what she just said.
“Excuse me? I asked sounding really surprised.
“Emefa, I really miss her” She said.
That was how smart she was to quickly make it seem like she was talking about Emefa.
“You know, she will call this late just to encourage me, I told her my problems and she always knew the right things to say. She even knew what I wanted to hear.” She said.
Yeah, she is right, Emefa had this special gift of encouraging people. I always thought she would grow up to become a motivational speaker but she never lived to see that come to pass. She made me remember that side of her.
“Yeah, we all do miss her, but I really have to catch some sleep now” I said.
“You are right, see you in the morning” She said and began to walk away to the guest room. On a second thought, I thought this was the best moment to get to know her.
“Ermm, Its surprising that you are spending the night under my roof, but I don’t even know your name” I asked.
She smiled and walked towards, as if by looking into her eyes, her name was going to pop up like that.
“Your wife didn’t tell you? She asked
“I don’t think I would be asking you if she did” I said.
“Sorry, anyway, I’m Mary.” She said.
Mary? How weird, I wasn’t expecting her name to be Mary, she looked more or less like a Felicia or Cynthia and perhaps Naomi or Rita. Those are the names that are associated with daring ladies like her. Anyway, names don’t really depict someone’s attitude or character though.
“You named your daughter after her, right? She asked. That was a smart way to get my attention off the “knowing me, knowing you” segment.
I just nodded, I didn’t want to get too personal with her.
“I see, you know it would have been good if she was really yours” She said.
That freaked me out, what did she mean by that? “If she was really mine”, what was she trying to insinuate. It got me thinking, before I could ask her why she made that statement, my wife joined in.

To be continued.

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