Deserted Fatou feels obliged to take a lover
This story is from the perspective of a husband forced apart from his wife because of the Covid pandemic who and, surprisingly, discovered that he loved hearing about the intimate details of his wife's infidelity with her chosen lover.
I had decided to temporarily leave my African home of several years for the UK whilst the pandemic was raging in the small African country. I had been gone for twelve months and was unable to return as the UK was in lockdown and there were no flights available. For these reasons I had to explain to my wife, Fatou, that I was not able to say when I could get a return flight. It was out of my hands.
When we were together we enjoyed regular sex at every opportunity and, whilst apart, we had to make do with regular sex chats via WhatsApp. But one night during our sex chat Fatou confessed to me that this was not satisfying her now. She told me she needed the real thing again as she was getting more and more frustrated without sex. Reluctantly, I agreed that, if an opportunity presented itself, then she had my permission to take a lover but I told her there would be certain conditions attached to it.
I wasn't altogether happy about the arrangement but I felt it would be unfair to deny Fatou a chance of some sexual relief as I could understand her present frustration. I knew she really loved me and wanted me back there but this was not possible at present. Fatou often talked dirty to me when we had sex and she knew that I got really turned on when she was telling me her fantasies of getting fucked by different men.
This new situation, of Fatou taking a real lover to help with her sexual frustrations, would now be a testing time for me. I didn't really know how I would react when it happened for real but I felt that I couldn't back out of the deal now.
Back to the conditions I laid down. Firstly, she had to promise to be extremely discreet so that nobody else in the village became suspicious and, secondly, but most importantly, she must tell me who it was and all about any plans she made with her chosen lover. She also had to give me full details of any sexual interactions.
Fatou promised to be very careful and to tell me every detail of any sexual action she had. But she warned me that she would not be hurried as she needed time to make a good choice and to put her plan into action. One particular candidate had already come into her mind.
His name was Momodou and he was about the same age as her. She had known him for some years since moving into the village to live with me. He was the brother of her best friend and neighbour and she used to see him regularly whilst visiting her best friend. He was always fun to be around and she liked him as a friend as he always had a laugh and a joke with her.
He had recently been married to a very young girl and Fatou had attended the wedding ceremony with her best friend, Momodou's sister. She thought he might be a suitable candidate for casual sex with no strings attached as he wouldn't want his young wife to know anything about any affair.
She came up with a plan in her head of suggesting a business partnership of rearing chickens together. She already had a chicken house and ample land for a chicken run and she knew that Momodou was experienced in looking after chickens. He also had good contacts for buying young chicks. She hoped, in time, to get Momodou more interested in taking care of her needs as well as the chickens.
Momodou usually visited his sister on Sundays and Fatou managed to get his mobile number from her as she told her she needed to discuss a business proposition with him. She called him and invited him to call and see her the next time he was visiting his sister in the village.
When he called on Fatou in person later that week, she greeted him warmly and offered him some attaya (African mint tea). They sat chatting for some time at the bantoba (outside covered sitting area). She made him feel comfortable and generally had a good laugh and a joke with him as she usually did when she met him at his sister's house.
She then broached with him the business idea of rearing chicks for egg-laying and invited him to inspect the chicken house. Momodou seemed quite keen to help and said he had a good contact where he could buy some chicks. He left with a promise of getting a good price for two dozen chicks and said he would return in a few days.
He kept his promise and returned a few days later with two boxes of chicks and a bag of special feed for them. He then spent some time cleaning and preparing the chicken house for the new chicks and showed Fatou how much feed to give them each day and told her how important it was to make sure they had fresh water every day. He made some small repairs to the fencing for their outside chicken run and left everything in good order saying he would return again in a few days to check that everything was well with the chicks.
For a few weeks he returned every few days and soon he was phoning Fatou every morning to check up on the chicks and this regular chatting became a daily ritual. Fatou increasingly looked forward to his visits and also his daily chats on the phone. A good friendship was developing and her plan was looking promising.
The chatting usually started about family and daily life but soon Momodou was revealing bedroom stories about the unsatisfactory sex life with his new bride. Fatou told him as his wife was a very young girl, he had to be patient and gentle with her and to take his time during the lovemaking process. She felt he needed some womanly advice on how to make his wife happy in bed and was keen to give him the benefit of her experience which she had gained from me. Fatou also hoped that, in due course, these tips might also be used to good effect on her too.
At some stage she let slip (maybe deliberately) how much she was missing me and, especially, the good times in bed at night.
In the meantime her chats with me had reduced to a trickle and there was no longer any desire for chatting about sex as her mind was now fully focussed on her new hoped-for lover. Whenever I mentioned him, she became defensive and told me she was taking her time and not to pressure her about progress with her plan. All in good time she told me.
Momodou had become a regular visitor to her home now, had a good rapport with her children and often stayed for lunch after he had attended to the young chicks and cleaned the henhouse.
One Sunday morning because she had not received her usual early morning phone call from Momodou, she called him on the pretext that the chicken feed was running low and when he was visiting next to bring some more.