Chapter 4 - The Phone

Sindiswa's workout ran long. Not that I was watching the clock or anything. Okay, yes, I was. Nervously. My wife had shot out of the house to go and flirt with some beautiful stranger and now she still wasn't home. My imagination supplied pictures of Sindiswa bending and twisting and presenting herself to this man. I don't know which gym outfit she packed before she left, but I bet it was revealing. Thanks to sexy little Amahle, my head was full of images of what might be happening.

While I paced around the house, I thought about Amahle at the restaurant. She'd worn a simple little dress, above the knee, flower print, with a V-neck to show off those amazing tits. I caught Sindiswa staring several times. Hopefully my wife never caught me. The girl was young, but she was trouble. I would enjoy having her around more, though. Amahle and her husband Lucky live right next door to Bhekani. If Sindiswa started visiting Amahle at home, they'd be so close to the man that anything could happen. I took a deep breath and held it. I let it out slowly, trying to relax. Amahle had me tied in knots. I was full of worry over nothing. Nothing had actually happened. I had simply convinced myself, already, that something would.

I went upstairs to take a hot shower. I needed to calm down. I walked into our bathroom and was surprised to see that Sindiswa had left in such a hurry she'd forgotten her phone on the counter. Forgotten it with the screen unlocked. I did not hesitate for one second. I picked that thing up and started going through it.