"We must be discrete," Alissa Mqanduli-Dumisani said to her lover Stanford Crowley, as they met at the Starbucks located on Melville Street in downtown Johannesburg, South Africa. It was a bright, sunny day, and the City of Johannesburg was in full bloom. Everywhere one looked, men and women of all hues went about their daily business. Zulus, Xhosas, Dutch, German and the English, everyone did their thing. Folks make an effort to get along in Johannesburg, making it one of the friendliest cities in the Republic of South Africa. Decades after the end of Apartheid, Joburg is becoming a robust center for business and education facilitated by a policy of intelligent integration...
On that fateful day, Alissa Mqanduli-Dumisani didn't notice the beauty of the metropolis or her serene surroundings because she was quite stressed out. The six-foot-tall, curvy and athletic, dark-skinned young South African woman looked gorgeous in a turquoise, long-sleeved traditional shirt and matching ankle-length skirt. Passersby, male and female, glanced at the stunning young black woman who carried herself like a queen. South Africa, the continent's most diverse nation, is renowned for the beauty of its women...
Stanford looked at Alissa with an appreciative grin, then took her hands and squeezed them gently. From the moment Stanford met Alissa at the University of Johannesburg, he'd been drawn to her. Stanford visited the campus casually, intent on checking out one of South Africa's biggest universities, and what followed was a fateful meeting. Alissa Mqanduli-Dumisani, the tall, dark-skinned beauty with the pretty face, curvy body and huge ass simply took Stanford's breath away. Stanford decided right then and there that he had to have her, and the fact that Alissa was married didn't stop him...
"Of course," Stanford said at last, grinning. Leaning back in his chair, the tall, lean and athletic, brown-skinned and green-eyed young biracial man nodded confidently at his lover. Alissa Mqanduli-Dumisani is a worry wart but it balances out because Stanford doesn't worry at all. Born in the City of London, United Kingdom, to a Nigerian immigrant mother, Jasmine Ajoku, and a white British father, attorney Dean Crowley, Stanford grew up surrounded by wealth and luxury. Stanford is accustomed to having his way regardless of where he finds himself...
A year after graduating from Brunel University with his MBA, Stanford accepted a position with the Baxter Corporation in the City of Johannesburg, South Africa. Life has been a roller coaster ride ever since. Stanford found life in the City of Johannesburg quite fast-paced. Having visited big cities like Toronto, New York City and Vienna, Stanford thought he knew what a major city ought to be like. Johannesburg was like no place on earth. Stanford remembered being fascinated as he watched a tall, dark-skinned Xhosa man arguing with his tall, blonde-haired European girlfriend at the airport in a traditional African language. Some things simply never change...
Stanford is having a good time in Johannesburg, since he's a good-looking young man with a high sex drive and money in his pocket. The Baxter Corporation recruits its executives primarily in America, England and Canada. Now that they're branching into South Africa, they want to add some local color to their ranks. Stanford, who only visited South Africa few times prior to moving there, parlayed that experience into a job with the good folks at Baxter Corporate. Things are going great at work, and Stanford wishes he could say the same about his relationship with Alissa Mqanduli-Dumisani. The tall, sexy black chick puts the W in worry...
"If my husband Paul were to find out, I'd be a dead woman," Alissa said, and Stanford nodded as though he understood. Paul Dumisani, Alissa's husband, is much older than her, and he is something of a cypher, socially speaking. Paul Dumisani owns several clubs and restaurants in places like Johannesburg and Durban, and he's a successful businessman. The taciturn older black gentleman, a lifelong bachelor, surprised his family and friends by marrying Alissa Mqanduli at the age of forty six. The fact that Alissa Mqanduli is only twenty two years old didn't seem to faze her new husband Paul Dumisani one bit. The man likes what he likes...
"Paul won't be a problem, Alissa, he cannot stop us," Stanford said confidently. Alissa looked at Stanford and frowned. The biracial stud's carefree attitude which she found so charming in the first few months of their relationship was now starting to annoy her. Stanford didn't seem to understand that black men and black women in South Africa don't behave exactly like those in the United Kingdom and North America. In South Africa, black lesbians are often targeted for 'corrective rapes' by certain brutish men, and there's still a lot of sexism, racism and homophobia everywhere one looks.
"Alright, fine," Alissa said at last, dropping the subject. Since Paul was busy on a business trip to Durban, she had the house to herself. Finishing their drinks, Alissa and Stanford left Starbucks together and got in the bright blue Rav4 which her husband Paul got her as a birthday present. They drove to the prestigious Biko District of metropolitan Johannesburg and soon arrived at the gated Dumisani Estate. Stepping out of the car, Alissa happily greeted her dogs Lucky, Marquis and Harriet. The dogs eyed Stanford suspiciously but otherwise ignored him.
