I paid lobola for my wife. Full lobola. 85,000 Rand. I married her traditionally and in court. We have been married for 5 years.
My wife works in Sandton. She is a beautiful woman. Every man wants her. I was proud.
Three months ago, she said she got a promotion. She now has to travel to Durban every two weeks for work. Monday to Thursday. She said the company pays for a hotel.
I believed her. I even drove her to OR Tambo Airport every time.
Last week, I was in Durban for my cousin's wedding. I decided to surprise her. I knew she was in Durban for work, so I called her.
I said, "Baby, I'm in Durban! Where is your hotel? Let's have dinner!"
She panicked. "No! No! Don't come! I'm in a meeting! With clients! Very important! I will call you after!"
I said, "It's fine, just send me the hotel name."
She hung up.
I felt something was wrong. So I checked her location sharing. We share location on Google Maps. She was not in a hotel. She was in a house. In Umlazi.
I took an Uber to that house.
I knocked. A man opened the door. He was wearing only a towel.
He said, "Yes?"
I said, "Is my wife here? Nandi?"
He said, "Your wife? Nandi is my wife. Who are you?"
My blood ran cold.
Inside, my wife came out, wearing his t-shirt.
She saw me and screamed.
"My husband! What are you doing here!"
The man said, "Husband? Nandi, you told me you were divorced! You told me your husband died!"
I paid 85k lobola for a woman who has another husband in Durban.
It turned out, she has been married to this man for 7 years. Before me. She never divorced him. She came to Joburg, met me, took my lobola, married me again, while still married in Durban.
She has two husbands. Two marriages. One in KZN, one in Gauteng. She spends two weeks in Joburg with me, and two weeks in Durban with him. Both of us thinking she is traveling for work.
The man in Durban also paid lobola for her. 70k.
So her family collected lobola twice for the same woman.
When I called her father, her father said, "My son, in our culture, a woman can have two homes if she can manage them. Forgive her. Return her to me and bring more money to cleanse the mess."
I am back in Joburg. My wife is still in Durban with her first husband. She said she will come back next week Monday as usual, as if nothing happened.
Nothing beats the instant regret of a power trip when the guy you're trying to frame turns out to be Internal Affairs.
Bro thought he was doing a smooth setup pulling that baggie out, only to get completely folded seconds later.
That look on the cop's face when the badge flashes right in front of his nose on the hood of the car.🎥🎬🔥
🔥 THEY WERE LABELLED TROUBLEMAKERS… UNTIL FOOTBALL GAVE THEM A REASON TO FIGHT FOR SOMETHING! 🏈💯
GRIDIRON GANG — MORE THAN A GAME, IT'S A SECOND CHANCE!
WATCHING MY WIFE💦💦
So the other morning my wife of 25 years says to me that we need to run some errands that morning. I say ok let me take a shower..she says ok. I get out of the shower come upstairs and I hear her in her shower. The door is cracked open so like any man I decide to sneak a glance. She is learning against the wall of the shower and she's massaging her tits. I figure shes just soaping them up. But all the sudden she pulls on her nipples quite hard. Then I notice her other hand has wandered between her legs. At this point I figure just let her have her fun uninterrupted. I go in the bedroom and 10 minutes later she comes in. She's quite flushed looking so I ask her if she's alright. She says oh the water was real hot. I snicker and say ok. So I get up and get ready to put on my wife underwear. She walks over to me and drops her towel. Then all the sudden she drops to her knees and starts giving me one hell of a BJ. A few minutes later she stops stands up walks over to the edge of the bed and bends over. She shakes that cute little ass at me and I can see her glistening pussy from.behind. I walk over to her push her legs apart . I rub her pussy and is drenched. I slowly start to slip into her. I feel her pussy stretching around my dick. I slowly fill her up and she slams back against my dick. I grab hold of her hips and start to slowly deeply fuck her then I grab her hair and pull on it. She turns and looks at me over her shoulder and says I just want you to use me however you want. I fucked her relentlessly for about 10 minutes and couldn't hold back any longer. I flood her soaking wet pussy. I slowly pull out and watch my cum fall out her. A few minutes later she says well I guess I'll take another shower and clean up. I haven't told her I know she was masturbating in the shower but loved what happened afterwards
My sister decided to throw a Halloween party for her friends all of whom had recently graduated high school along with herself. We both still lived with mom and dad while working our way through college courses. On this particular day I had just returned home from a long shift at work, I didn't realize there had been a party scheduled. I knew most of the people there, I recognized them as my sisters friends. I just waved and went straight to my room to fire up the video games like a real stud.
I must have made an impression on one of them. My sister had invited 19yo brunette to this party that I had never met. She would have been a freshmen when I was a senior. I found out later she had been invited to be set up with one of the other boys at the party but was uninterested in him. Instead about an hour or two after I got there she just walked straight into my bedroom uninvited and started flirting with me while asking for help with her activating wifi on her laptop.
At first I didn't notice the flirting at all I just tried to help with her laptop. It wasn't until I noticed that it had been intentionally placed in airplane mode that it finally dawned upon me that this girl was CLEARLY flirting with me. So I chose to pretend to struggle with the laptop and started engaging more in the conversation than the computer. We had a pleasant evening together, eventually I got around to getting her cell number and setting up a time for a formal date. I give her credit for asking me out because she was the one to walk straight into my room out of the blue with a laptop in airplane mode as the only excuse.
Within two weeks I knew she was the one. My only regret is not getting the courage to ask her to marry me sooner. I wasted a whole 10 months dating her before popping the question. When you know you know, I should have just asked her sooner no reason to be afraid. What's done is done though. We have three kids and a house at this point I guess I should just let it go.
That's my advice to the internet, if you want to find the perfect woman just hang out in your bedroom playing video games by yourself! That's all you have to do. Clearly I have cracked the code I'm just delivering it to you. Okay, that's probably bad advice, perhaps I just got extremely lucky. Maybe I should be somewhat grateful to my sister for picking a really bad match to bring to the party for this pretty girl. My video game skills surely had nothing to do with it.
HORRIFIC PLANE CRASH: A private business jet carrying nine people plunged into a Florida residential neighborhood
Sunday afternoon during an international flight from Texas, according to the Federal Aviation Administration.
Three teenage scouts just wanted to enjoy their last campout, but when zombies take over their town, they end up fighting to save everyone alongside Denise, a waitress with a shotgun and plenty of attitude.
The rain had stopped, but the street still shone under the streetlights. I stood under the café awning, hands in my coat pockets, watching you walk toward me. You were late. I had almost left.
“You came,” I said when you reached me.
You stopped a short distance away. “I almost didn’t.”
I studied your face. The same face I had been arguing with in my head for days. “Why did you?”
You looked past me for a moment, then met my eyes. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. That you were tired of pretending we were fine.”
“And you?” I asked. “Were you tired too?”
“Yes.” Your voice was quieter than usual. “I just didn’t know how to say it without making it worse.”
A car drove by. Its lights swept over us and vanished. I took a step closer.
“I don’t want to keep having the same conversation,” I said. “The one where we circle the real thing and never touch it.”
You nodded once. “Then tell me.”
I felt the words sit in my chest before I let them out. “I’m afraid of how much I need you. And I’m more afraid of saying it and watching you decide it’s too much.”
Something in your expression changed. You reached out and took my hand. Your fingers were cold.
“It’s not too much,” you said. “It’s the same for me. I thought if I said it first, you’d run.”
“I’m still here.”
“So am I.”
I lifted your hand and pressed my mouth to your knuckles, just for a second. The simple contact steadied me.
“Come home with me,” I said. “Not to fix anything tonight. Just so we’re not standing on opposite sides of the same street anymore.”
You looked at me for a long moment, then nodded. “Okay.”
We started walking. Our shoulders touched. I didn’t let go of your hand.
At the corner you spoke again. “If we fight tomorrow, I want us to fight honestly.”
“We will,” I said. “And then we’ll stop.”
You glanced at me. “And then?”
“Then we’ll remember why we stayed.”
The light changed. We stepped off the curb together into the thin mist, two people who had finally stopped holding the distance between us.
SHE DIDN’T NEED A DRAGON TO BURN TWO TARGARYENS.
This was such a brilliantly delivered insult because she didn’t need to raise her voice or trade insults. One sentence was enough to hit Daemon right where it hurt, while throwing shade at his brother’s choices at the same time.
She basically reminded Daemon that he wasn’t as indispensable as he thought he was. His own brother had chosen someone else over him, and she made sure he felt every word.
That’s what makes this moment so satisfying. No sword, no dragon, no political speech. Just one woman with a perfectly timed remark.
Westeros has plenty of warriors, but sometimes the sharpest weapon is a woman’s tongue.