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My husband left the house for work in a very uneasy mood, and I really didn’t care so much. Since my encounter with Damon, I haven’t bothered much about anything else except looking good and younger!
Cheating with a younger man has kept me on my toes. I have a lot to lose but I’d rather enjoy the benefits of this lust than miss out completely. If Demola never finds out, then I win; if he ever does, then it’ll be a bittersweet experience.
A few days ago, when my husband promised to surprise me when he got back from work, I imagined it would have been a night of ultimate satisfaction, especially since it was a very long time since we were intimate.
But the gap and neglect had pushed me into the arms of a younger man. Without much regret, I enjoy being a cheating wife. I had been so consumed with being a dutiful housewife that I neglected the need to satisfy the cravings of a woman.
I have not been able to get Damon out of my mind but I have managed to avoid reaching out to him. I was lust in love with Damon and it was such a satisfying feeling.
My husband got back from work at 5 pm as usual; same time Damon returns from work as well. I sprayed perfume on my body through the sheer nightgown that I hadn’t worn in 2 years. I wasn’t preparing myself for my husband; I had laundry to fetch from the backyard and Damon would also be waiting.
My husband, in his very old-fashioned way…came singing up the stairs and into the room. I laid there already bored and praying he gets an urgent phone call from a client asking him to come immediately….better still, take the next available flight to Port Harcourt or somewhere really far.
I tried so hard to smile and pretended to be excited. Demola kept teasing me and acted like I was some machine that he needed the help of an operating manual to turn it on.
Every now and then, he would look up to see if he was getting it right. He was so wrong….at least I know that now! I was glad when he finished; I could not wait for him to be done. I really am not looking forward to it ever again!
I tried to get out of bed a couple of times, but it failed. I was stuck in bed with the stranger my husband has become. Wanting another man didn’t feel like cheating anymore. It felt right. It wasn’t lust anymore.
I watch Damon walk out the gate every morning, I also run off to the backyard as soon as I sight him from the balcony coming in. This day, Sunday, I’ve had a billion things to do. Most of the things I got from the market were lying around in the kitchen. I took out the time to sort them out, including the kids’ school things for the week.
After a warm bath, I decided to spend some time with the kids in their playroom. Every now and then, I check my BlackBerry phone, hoping to see a chat notification from Damon. I hadn’t seen Damon since early evening yesterday, and it’s very unusual of him not to say anything to me. I need to calm down; we just had that thing of ours once. This jealousy is a bitter-sweet feeling, or could it be love???
My eyes have been fixed on the clock and it’s been over 24 hours since I set eyes on Damon. He has become a lump in my neck. So, instead of killing myself worrying over a stranger who I barely know—a stranger I graduated from lusting after to cheating on my husband with—I decided to distract myself and go sit out in the hut with Demola.
We have a hut on the right corner of our home, close to the garage. Our kids call it the “greenhouse.” It’s made out of transparent green glass, has thatch for a roof and a wooden door that opens upward, supported by a stick attached to it. The floor is covered with carpet grass; it has green woven chairs, a table, and an old-fashioned ceiling fan.
I tried to start a conversation with Demola, but it’s been difficult having a normal husband and wife life with him since I slept with Damon. It’s 7.30 pm; my family and I just had dinner. I gave the kids a warm bath and tucked them into bed. I joined my husband downstairs in the living room to spend some time with him before bedtime.
While we were having this discussion on the sorry situation of electricity in the country, Demola shocked me by asking me…” how did you like the love I made to you the other night”? Looking at him with so much shock and surprise, I burst out into laughter. All the while I was thinking of what to say and not actually laughing. The way he even said it…” the love I made to you”…more like the love he made to himself.
“Baby…” I said to him, “everything from you is special to me and that’s all that matters”! We sat there a bit longer, with every part of me yearning for Damon and listening to hear the sound of the gate swing open.
Just as I was about to ask what Demola would like to take to work on Monday, my face was harassed by the slimy lips of my husband. I screamed at him as I got up from the chair…” what in the world was that for?” And before he could utter a word, I stormed into the kitchen. It was a good reason to relieve myself from the painful boredom of sitting there pretending to be happy.
It’s pretty late and I can’t even believe that Damon would stay out for two nights. I went out to the backyard to check that all the security lights were on and that nothing was left outside. The weather was getting cold and I could smell the fresh air of rain…I hope it rains. As I was going out to the BQ to check that the tap wasn’t left running, I heard the sound of the gate and Damon’s voice.
My heart skipped like a thousand times in 3 seconds. I pushed my hair backward and wiped the oil off the corner of my nose and on my forehead. I tried to act normal and pretend that I didn’t notice that he had been away since the previous day. Just as I came out from behind the BQ, I was broken by the sight of Damon coming towards his door with a girl.
For about 10 seconds, I couldn’t breathe. “Good evening, Aunty, are you alright?”……bouncing out of my amazement, I replied to him, saying… ” oh, Damon, how are you….where is Osifo?” he responded saying he was tired and said Osifo went to Port Harcourt to see his Mum… he smiled and went into the house. Talk about bitter-sweet lust.
Did he just call me Aunty? Is he even serious?? So, he gets down with me and doesn’t remember I was old enough to be his Aunt? When he professed the lust he had for me, I was sweet sixteen, but the moment he found this chipmunk he came home with, I’m Aunty all of a sudden. This cheating wife’s life is taking an ugly turn.
I had my eyes on the BQ all through, noticing and monitoring every movement through the light curtains. I started to hit and drop things, hoping Damon would be so concerned and come check on me.
After close to thirty minutes without any sign of Damon, I did the unthinkable. I walked up to his door, knocked on it, and waited. Standing there, nervous to my bones, and wondering what was taking him so long, I looked up to our bedroom window to see if the light had been switched off.
From the window located at the backyard, Demola would not be able to see me. I had my mother-care stuff arranged right under the window, leaving no space for anyone to stand.
Damon came out with only a white towel around his waist…his body all shiny with the seductive scent of Old Navy aftershave. He looked like a god of the night….worth every cheat! I tried to compose myself and said to him sternly…”meet me at the back of the BQ”…and I walked away.
I stood there with my back against the wall and gazing at the sky….the clouds were growing darker and I could see some sparks of lightening from a distance. I heard the door open….Damon’s scent got to me before I could sight his shadow from the bend. He asked me if everything was alright and wanted to know why I was cold to him when he got back. ”Well, how else was I supposed to respond to my nephew?”, I replied.
He laughed as he made his way to stand in front of me. He held my hands to the wall above my head, kissed my forehead, kissed my lips, and said… ”I can’t stay in this house all day wanting you and knowing you are somewhere in the house, wrapped in your husband’s embrace… I want you all to myself, even though I know this is impossible.”
His eyes glowed in the dark, and his lips were glossy and inviting. I pushed my head forward and planted a kiss on his lips. Before he went on to say more, I told him… practically promised him that I would not allow any man, not even my husband have me again. I had gone halfway into making this promise before I realised how deep it was.
Damon kissed me so deeply while his hands explored every part of my body. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ears, words I hadn’t heard in a very long time… “I love you, Ade… Shina, I love you.” I couldn’t reply, but he didn’t seem to care. He turned me around, repositioning himself behind me….Damon’s “manliness” was rock-hard against my ass.
I tried to release myself from his hold, even though I wanted so much for him to hold me even tighter. I told him it was about to rain… just then it started to drizzle. “Damon”…I called to him…. “it’s drizzling”…. “I don’t care… I have been soaked and drowned by your love…nothing could exceed this feeling”, he said!
Under the rain, our bodies concealed in the shadows of the dark clouds…the cool wind ever-increasing the passion. Damon made love to me… the second time… and counting. He reintroduced himself to me and unleashed the wildness I never knew existed in me. I didn’t care if Damon had more girls coming over; I was going to keep cheating with him. Right that moment, Demola could find out that his wife was cheating; I didn’t care!
Sneaking back to the room like a teenager who partied all night, I dashed straight to the bathroom, Demola was fast asleep. I had a really hot shower with my eyes closed…replaying my “whorific” dance with Damon. I still had his scent all over me…my neck, my hands, my lips… even the taste in my mouth was of his fragrance.
I walked out of the shower, put on my husband’s kaftan, and wrapped my hair with a small towel to soak up the water. With a sigh of relief, I closed my eyes to sleep. At that moment, Demola turns to face me. While looking at him, wondering how we had suddenly become strangers, his eyes opened… like he hadn’t been sleeping.
He asked where I had been and I told him I was upset and needed to clear my head. He pulled closer to me, pecked me on the cheek, and said… ”everything will be alright….I love you no matter what!” The bitter-sweet feeling of laying in bed with the man I’m cheating on while thinking about the man I’m cheating with.
What did he mean by that? No matter what!? Could it be that he knows? What was he referring to? While all these thoughts were running through my head, Demola hands me my BlackBerry with the chats between Damon and me on display!!!
My name is Adeshina… The Cheating Wife!
