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There really isn’t any marriage that cannot overcome its challenges, the most difficult of them being lust. Cheating with or without the feeling of guilt makes no difference. How sweet it is to frolic and enjoy the attention and woos of a stranger; yet the pain of what this act births becomes your nemesis.
The whispers of your inner devil encouraging you and assuring you that life is for the living pushed you even deeper and wilder into sweet lustful frolic. Oh, how sweet it is to be married yet single; to be so in love yet dance into the bed of a stranger’s seduction.
Happy Wife
I was raised to abhor infidelity, and cheating never crossed my mind. I am married and blessed with a perfect home. I have a wonderful husband, three lovely sons, and all the wealth a woman could ever dream of. I love my husband and I care for him without the feeling of doing too much. I prepare the kids for school every morning; pick them up, and do the laundry (with a washing machine of course!).
I am the perfect wife, I never complain to my husband or anyone else and I don’t nag him either. My husband provides everything for me even before I ask him to. We may have a few disagreements but he is a wonderful man. I’ve heard of women lusting after other men, but my man was the full package. No room for cheating in my marriage.
We own a huge property and we split it into two. We developed our present 6-bedroom duplex on one half while the 2-bedroom Boys’ Quarters stood on the other half of the property. For over 3 years, we had nobody coming over to visit and the BQ was wasting away with not much care except on a monthly basis. I spoke with my husband about renting it out, but he waved the idea aside. 
He was against bringing in strangers who might end up being trouble for us. Somehow I suspected he was worried about having me by myself in the premises with the men he thought would rent the BQ. He secretly nursed the thought that I would lust after them and possibly cheat.
A few weeks later, my husband came home in the evening and told me he had considered renting out the BQ. About 2 months later, we had tenants—two Corps members (Males) and a married man whose family lives in Lagos. I was so happy to learn that our new tenants were all men….women can never be trusted. I couldn’t risk Demola cheating on me.
And Then Came Lust
I dry out the laundry at the backyard of our beautiful duplex, and that’s where I keep the ironing board for Simon; the guy who irons the clothes. The BQ is also at the backyard where our three tenants live. Damon and Osifo are the Corps members and Mr. Hamza is the married man who works all week and returns home at 8.45 pm almost every day. These gentlemen are the best neighbours ever……at least I can say that for Mr. Hamza and Osifo. Damon is special; an embodiment of lust.
It’s been a little over 4 months since the tenants moved into the BQ, and it’s been very peaceful. April 16, 2011; I was spreading clothes in the yard at about 11 am or so on a Wednesday when I discovered that the pegs had reduced in number and the ironing board was missing. It couldn’t have been taken out of the compound, so I decided to look around hoping that Simon failed to put it back in the proper place.
“Aunty good morning”….Damon greeted me from the BQ. I turned around almost shocked as I forgot it was his day off from work. The door had been closed, so it didn’t occur to me that anyone was home. A few moments later, he joined me out in the yard and said, “I noticed you were searching for something,” he said to me as he walked out of the BQ with the ironing board in his hands.
He had on white shorts, a black vest and he was bare feet. It was almost like a beach scene from a movie. As he walked towards me, he looked so mature. I never imagined he was more than 24 years old because of his baby face, but looking at him now, he could pass for a 28-year-old young man. His strong arms and broad chest had me lost in lust.
I was deep in sinful imaginations before the charming voice of Damon brought me back to the ironing board. He apologised for taking it in the first place and promised it wouldn’t happen again. Just as I was about to return to the house and prepare lunch, I heard Damon scream out in pain. I looked back and saw him holding his feet in agony.
He had been bitten or pricked by something. I moved towards him hoping it wasn’t a snake bite. The yard hadn’t been fumigated 2 months ago. I scanned the grass around where Damon sat and spotted a scorpion. With so much struggle, I managed to get him off the grass and into the BQ where I used my scarf to tie his calf really tight and used a sharp blade to mark incisions so the doctor knows the area of the sting.
I got up and rushed out of the house to get ready to take him to the hospital. I called Demola and explained to him so he called the family doctor to come over to the house. Amid the confusion, I rushed to check on Damon and inform him that the doctor was on his way, but I accidentally ran into him—completely naked. He was stark naked right in front of the door.
While trying to escape the embarrassing situation, my dress got caught on the door handle. I tried as best as I could to stray loose, but nothing seemed to work except to rip the dress off the door knob. Just as I was struggling with myself, Damon came slowly behind me.
Birth of a Whore
His warm breath brushed across my shoulder as he held my wrist and pushed my hand away from the knob. I said thanks and tried to leave, but Damon stood in the way, still nude. I realised that at this point, what I had already done in my head, my body just found the opportunity to complete in reality. I will give in to lust and become a cheating wife.
For 7 months, since our last son started school, my husband hadn’t had the time to make me feel like a woman. Not a kiss on my lips or his hands grabbing my ass, he hadn’t even paid a mere compliment to my hair or the make-up I take out time to apply every day at 5 p.m. just before he gets home from work.
I understand that his job is so demanding, but it’s been 7 whole months. I am only 35 years old and I still yearn to be made love to, to be admired, adored, and kissed. My husband had not touched me in 7 months, and this thought kept replaying in my head as I beheld Damon’s naked, perfectly built body right in front of me. No feeling of guilt; just a willful moment of lust.
Almost like he could read my mind, he pulled me closer to himself and whispered to my face while he looked into my eyes…”you don’t have to if you don’t want to, and I will understand that you are a married woman, but I have admired you from the day we came here to clean the house!”
He just reminded me of my marital status; what was I still doing there? I looked into his eyes with an expression that screamed “save me!” He kissed me in the most passionate way than I had ever been kissed. My body responded to every stroke of Damon’s fingers as they traced over my curves. The sweet indulgence of this lust, the music of which tunes I danced into becoming a cheating wife!
Looking into the dressing mirror, I saw how different I appeared to myself. I looked younger. The thoughts of Damon kissing me, his voice in my ears, his arms and fingers strolling down my thighs from my neck through my back…..was it because I had earlier been loved by a younger man?
What if I don’t feel a thing for my husband when he gets back home? These thoughts drowned my spirit. I thought about my kids, my family, and the husband I have loved all my life. What if I lose all of this? My mind still goes back to Damon….as worried as I was, I couldn’t get him off my mind. Bitter-sweet lust!
I have within a few minutes of playing Nurse Nightingale to Damon, turned to Rahab the Harlot.
My name is Adeshina… The Cheating Wife!
