THE CHEATING WIFE - 2

My husband left the house for work in a very uneasy mood.......and I really don't care so much. Since I and Damon had this thing of ours kicked-off, I haven't bothered much about anything else except looking good and younger....if possible! Been thinking why Demola left the house in that mood though....goodness!!! Could it be?

A few days ago when my husband promised to surprise me when he got back from work after almost a decade of "celibacy-by-force", it was meant to be a night of ultimate satisfaction and relieve. Would have been if Demola wasn't to so good at what he does as extra-curriculum activities...lol!. Can't get that off my mind still. Okay...back to Mr. Demola's mood swings. My husband got back from work at about 5pm as usual, heard his car pull up at the garage. I sprayed my body through the sheer night-gown I hadn't wore since Valentine’s Day from like a year plus. Deep inside, I knew I wasn't preparing myself for my husband, I was just trying my best to get every scent of Damon off my body....just incase.

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, it worked because Demola kept teasing and acted like I was some sort of machine and he was working with the manual. 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!!!

Every morning, I watch Damon walk out the gate, 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 where lying around on the kitchen floor and in the sink. So I took out the time to get all of that sorted out including getting the kids' school things ready for the week. My family aren't church goers par say, but we pay our tithes when the time comes and attend Thanksgiving services.

After a warm bath, I decided to spend some time with the kids at their section of our duplex. Every now and then I check my Blackberry phone hoping to see the red light blink…hopefully a chat 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 have sent him quite a number of chat messages and still haven’t gotten a single reply from him. Okay….i need to calm down, we just had that thing of ours once…why this feeling of jealousy? Or could it be love???

My eyes have been fixed on the clock…..it’s been over 24hours since I set eyes on Damon….he has become a sweet fever to my system. So, instead of killing myself by worrying over a stranger who I barely know…or so…I decided to go sit out in the hut with Demola. I got my husband to build a hut on the right corner of our home…a bit close to the garage. Our kids call it the “green-house”. 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 sprayed woven chairs, a table and an old fashioned ceiling fan.

I tried to start a conversation with Demola, it’s been more difficult having a normal husband and wife life with him since I and Damon kicked-off with our little game.

It’s about 7.30pm, my family and I just had dinner. I gave the kids a warm bath and tucked them into bed….tomorrow’s Monday and they have to be up early. I joined my husband downstairs in the living room to spend some time with him before he went to bed, while we were having this discussion on the sorry situation of electricity in the country, Demola shocks me off the chair 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 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 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 back-yard 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 brushed my hair backwards 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 was 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 10seconds, 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 responds saying he was tired and said Osifo went to Port Harcourt to see his Mum… he smiled and went into the house. I was expecting more….plus he just called me Aunty! Is he even serious? Is it because of the little brat who hasn’t stopped giggling since she got into his apartment? So, he gets down with me and didn’t remember I was old enough to be his Aunt, but the moment he found this little chipmunk he came home with, I’m Aunty all of a sudden.

I had my eyes on the BQ all through, noticing and monitoring every movement….I start 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…hoping that the girl he brought home doesn’t come to answer the door. 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 back-yard, 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 after-shave. 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. And I replied saying…”well, how else was I supposed to respond to my nephew?” he laughed as he made his way to stand infront of me. He held my hands, kissed my forehead (thank God I wiped the oil off it…lol), 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”….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 half way into making this promise before I realised that it was too deep.

Damon kissed me so deeply, had his hands exploring every part of my body…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.

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 Damon’s procedures on me. 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 walk out of the shower, put on my husband’s old agbada, tied a small towel round my hair to soak the wetness and held it tight with a scarf. With a sigh of relief….I closed my eyes to sleep. But just then, Demola turns to face me, and while looking at him and wondering how we have suddenly become strangers, his eyes opened…like he hadn’t been sleeping and he asked where I had been…told him I was upset and needed to clear my head. He pulls closer to me, pecks me on the cheek and said…”everything will be alright….I love you no matter what”!

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 I on display!!!

 

 

My name is Adeshina….The Cheating Wife!

 

 

 

DIARY OF A CHEATING WIFE - 1

I am blessed with the perfect home. A wonderful husband, three lovely sons and all the wealth a woman could ever dream of. I love my husband, I care for him without the feeling of doing too much, I prepare the kids for school every morning, pick them up, prepare lunch for both the kids and my husband, I drop his lunch off for him at work, do the laundry (with a washing machine ofcourse!).

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. He is just a wonderful man....and I am a lucky woman to be blessed with him. I love my husband so much!

We own a huge property here in Abuja, we split it in two and developed our present 6bedroom duplex on one half. We have a Boys' Quarters that is a two-bedroom flat, with bathrooms and a kitchen each. For over 3years we had nobody coming over to visit and the BQ just stayed there with not much care only on a monthly basis. I spoke with my husband about renting it out, but he just waved the idea aside. He was against bringing in strangers who would bring in friends (more strangers)....and other reasons. I have nothing against my husband's reasons, I just didn't like the idea of the place "wasting".

A few weeks after, my husband came home in the evening and told me he had considered renting out the BQ. I was glad because I already started thinking my husband didn't love me anymore.....he never turns down my requests, that's why! About 2months after, 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. though I'm a stay-at-home mother of three....I still don't like the idea of having female tenants.

I dry our laundry at the back-yard of our beautiful duplex, that's where I have the ironing board for Simon (the guy who irons the clothes). Our BQ is also at the back-yard...where our three tenants live. Damon and Osifo are the Corps members, Damon stays home on Wednesdays, while Osifo stays home on Tuesdays. Mr. Hamza, my Kabba neighbour as I call him, is the married man who works all week and returns home at 8.45 almost everyday. These gentlemen are the best neighbours ever......at least I can say that for Mr. Hamza and Osifo.....Damon, hmmm.

It's been a little over 4months since the tenants into the BQ, and it's been very peaceful. April 16, 2011....I was spreading clothes in the yard, it was about 11a.m or so on a Wednesday. I discovered that the pegs had reduced in number but I managed them, just as I was heading back to the house through the kitchen, I realised that 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" as he walked out of the BQ with the ironing board in his hands, wearing white shorts, a black vest....he was bare-feet. It was almost like a beach scene from a movie. As he walked towards me, I imagined him moving in slow-motion....he looked so grown, so matured, I never imagined he was more than 22years because of his somewhat baby-face, but looking at him now, he could pass for a 28year old young man.

I was far gone in thoughts 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....ofcourse it was okay, it's just an ironing board. Just as I was about to get back in and prepare my kids' and husband's lunch ready, I heard Damon scream out in pain. As I looked back, he was holding his feet in agony...he had been bitten or pricked by something. Walking to him as he sat on the neatly cut grass, I was seriously hoping it wasn't a snake bite. The yard hadn't been fumigated since the previous month....I was scared of a stranger dying in our home. Getting to him, I asked what it was and he painfully said, "a scorpion, it was just here right now, can't find it again"...I managed to get help 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, as I got into my house, I called Demola, my husband, explaining to him what had just happened and that I don't think lunch would be ready in time for his break. He understood and said not to worry, he'd call the family doctor to come over to the house. I went back to check that Damon was fine and to tell him the family doctor would be there soon. I ran not only into Damon's apartment, but into his nakedness....I practically ran into him, standing naked right infront of the door, just behind the curtains. in the bang of confusion and embarrassment that hit me at that moment, I got my dress caught in the door handle and hooked by a nail that was sticking out of the door. I tried as best as I could to stray loose from this uncomfortable hold, but nothing seemed to work except I rip the dress of the nail and the knob.
Just as I was pondering on how to get out of the situation, Damon came slowly behind me, his breath on my shoulder, he held my wrist and pushed my hand away from the knob, held my dress and pulled it out of the nail. 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.

For 7months, since Demola Jnr., 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 5p.m just before he gets home from work. I understand his job is so demanding but it's been 7 whole months....I am only 35years old and I still yearn to be made love to, to be admired, adored and kissed. My husband has not touched me in 7MONTHS....this thought kept replaying in my head as I beheld Damon's naked, perfectly built body right infront of me.

Almost like he could read my mind, he pulled me close to him 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 him with an expression that I would translate as "save me"!

.....I watched Doctor Toba clean and tend to Damon's stung ankle, he gave him an ointment to apply night and day around the affected area. After Dr. Toba left, I rushed to get the kids from school, bought them take-away packs from an eatery and dropped my husband's at his office. He kissed me and told me to be in the bedroom when he gets back from work..."I have a surprise for you Shinie"...that's what he calls me....what he called me!

Looking into the mirror, I saw how different I appeared to myself, I was younger, looked more vibrant. Was this because my husband said he has a surprise for me? or was this because.....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?......all these thoughts drowned my spirit. I thought about my kids, my family, 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.

I have within a few minutes of playing Nurse Nightingale to Damon, turned to Rahab the Harlot.


My name is Adeshina.....The Cheating Wife!