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This cheating game is exhausting. As pleasurable as it is, I am seriously juggling between a cheating wife and a loving housewife. This is a bittersweet experience, but I can’t foresee it ending anytime soon. The more I think about putting an end to it, the deeper I fall into the lustful caressing of Damon’s hands.
The sharp sound of the cockcrow shocked me out of my sleep. I never stay asleep till this hour… it’s almost 7 a.m., and I haven’t even prepared the kids’ breakfast. I have to bathe them; prepare their lunch, and Demola’s as well. Goodness! I didn’t even turn the heater on last night.
As I rushed down the stairs, I was scolding myself for trying to match the energy of a young boy with mine that was already wearing out. I met the kids and Demola at the dining table. Demola had prepared the kids for school and even had their lunch packed up in their lunch bags. At that moment, I remembered his words to me the previous night: “I love you no matter what.” 
I remember sleeping off with my phone in my hand. I wondered if Demola read the chats between me and Damon or did he just keep the phone for me? What if he didn’t read any of the messages? I know my husband isn’t the snoopy type, but what if he did and isn’t just saying anything about it? What if he already knows that I’m cheating?
My head was about to burst with all these thoughts. Maybe it’s time to end this game. Considering the situation, I don’t think it’ll end well for me. I wasn’t going out to cheat; it was happening in my house. I have become more of a cheating wife than a housewife. There’s no feeling of guilt, only the fear of being caught.
Snapping out of my deep thoughts, I looked up at Demola and he had been staring at me the whole time because I met his eyes fixed on me. He smiled and said, “You must have been really tired last night; you obviously outdid yourself.”
I returned his smile and replied, “Thank you for your help; I really was tired.” Physically tired, yes, but not from being fondled and loved up by Damon—my partner in this bittersweet game of lust.
He had this look I couldn’t explain and it made me very uneasy. I just could not stand being looked at that way—like he was judging me. So, I dashed to the kitchen, hoping to find some work to do—something to keep me busy till they leave the house. As much as I tried to concentrate on other stuff, the thoughts of meeting Damon when everyone had gone out kept creeping into my head.
I dumped myself on the couch and wondered what my next move should be. I had to come up with something in case Demola asked about the chats and who it was. I edited Damon’s name on my BBM, and since he had his sister’s picture up, that could be my saving grace.
Just to double-check that I was safe, I went back to when we started chatting, and as lucky as I was, I had disabled the chat history and with what I had read, Demola would only think I was being too friendly. That’s fair enough.
I took a cold shower and went back to sleep. I got scared out of my skin by a tickle on the sides of my neck… It was Damon! “How did you manage to get into the house?” I kept looking from the door to him and wondering how he ever was able to get in. I never leave the doors unlocked.
I asked him to go out through the back door because I couldn’t risk Demola meeting him in the house. He doesn’t usually come home for lunch, but since I believe he has reasons to suspect me, he could drop in unexpectedly. I needed to play clean. As irresistible as Damon looked in his black vest and grey joggers, I had to fight this temptation.
While Damon was leaving through the back door, he starts to literarily eat me up. I pushed him off a few times and finally succumbed to his claws. After another session of lustful cheating games, I told him about Demola reading the chats and how he’s been acting funny lately.
Damon didn’t think it was strange; instead, he said it served Demola right for ignoring me and my “woman needs.” That wasn’t a fair thing to say to a husband that I love… loved… maybe still love him a little, but it still wasn’t fair to him. Maybe Damon actually loves me and desires me at the same time. This probably wasn’t just about the great sex or the sweetness of lusting after a young, able-bodied boy.
Damon and I sat in the kitchen, talking about a lot of things—his plans for the future after service and where he planned to settle. He mentioned wanting to stay here in Abuja with me. I hadn’t expected that, so I asked, “Wouldn’t you want to get married and have children? Your life can’t end with me. I have a family, and I guess there just isn’t anything more I could ask for.”
Damon didn’t allow me to finish before he barked furiously at me, saying, “You are my life and this is where I belong… with you!” I asked him to calm down so we don’t get heard but he just wouldn’t take any of that. He reminded me of my promise to him and how he would never leave me or let me go. Am I dreaming? Is all of this happening to me? Could this be true?
He obviously is getting obsessed with me and it’s taking the wrong direction. This could fold my marriage up. I loved the cheating game and the attention Damon was giving me, but goodness, this has to end. What can I do to end this? While deep in thought, I could hear Damon speaking angrily, “You plan to get rid of me?… You want to end this and go on with your happy life and family and just dump me after very well using me??”
I have really outdone myself with this whole mess. Damon just kept pacing in the kitchen and I was trying to find the right words to calm him down. As I moved close to him, the only thing I found myself doing was wrapping my arms around him all over his body. I was kissing him and craving him with every push he gave me. I had no control over the lustful feeling and this was making the situation worse.
The more I kissed him, the angrier he seemed to get and I just loved it because I knew deep within him that he wanted me even more than I wanted him. I looked him in the eyes and asked him to come with me. I led him to my matrimonial room and pushed him on the bed.
I undressed him and allowed him to do the same to me. I assured him that he was my man and that he needed to prove it to me. He grabbed me and threw himself over me with a wild passion of love.
I could see the fire of lust and passion burning in his eyes. I could feel the heat burning from within him. At this moment, I felt the true meaning of bittersweet lust. If only this was the part I had to deal with in being a cheating wife.
I had nothing to do; Demola already packed the kid’s lunch and his in the morning. I don’t prepare dinner till about 4.30 pm, just after I get the kids from school and before Demola returns from work. We were laying in my matrimonial bed… I and a stranger that I am in love with… or in lust with.
He is younger; I thought he was naïve, but it turns out he’s more of a lunatic than anything sweet. I admit that he is more of the man I want than I can boast of my husband when it comes to satisfying my sexual needs.
This started a wrong turn to lust, but Damon is every woman’s dream—every cheating woman’s dream! I can’t believe I actually cheated on my husband. It’s the way I love it and don’t feel a bit of guilt.
I woke Damon up so he could leave because I needed to go get dinner ready. I headed to the kitchen immediately and realized the beef was frozen. I forgot to bring it out earlier on. Even the stew I planned to use for the rice was still in the freezer.
With everything almost ready, I set the table and ran the hot water for both the kids and their dad. Just as I dropped the juice on the table, Demola walked in with the kids running to the table. Without a smile, Demola just said, “Hello, Shina.” He never greets me that way.
After washing the children’s hands and serving their meals, I went up the stairs to find out what was wrong with Demola. Going up the stairs, I remember that I didn’t double-check to be sure Damon actually got up when I woke him or if the room was without any evidence of what had happened earlier on.
I was just about to run back down the stairs when I heard Demola call out on me like an angry father to a child. My heart started to thump in my chest and my mouth grew dry. Was I to run or just be normal? Maybe nothing was wrong. He could just be in a bad mood after all.
Getting to the room and almost peeping through the corner of the door, I saw Demola with his back turned against the door and looking down at the bed. I tried to get a clear view to see if Damon still laid there. “Come inside and shut the door, Demola said, almost like he saw me peeping.
Facing me with red briefs in his hands and his finger pointing at a torn-out piece of Durex condom pack on the rug… my mind just went blank as I could see Damon’s skin in the wardrobe! He never got up when I woke him and he was naked in our closet. Demola always opens the wardrobe to drop his briefcase and hang his tie… and I am standing there with no answer whatsoever as to who owns the red briefs and what a piece of Durex pack was doing on the floor of our matrimonial room.
I am Adeshina… The Cheating Wife!
