A little after eight, I knocked on the door. I thought it was a good way to show Chisom that I don’t live here anymore. She opened the door right away and gave me a shy smile. She still looked pale but had done her makeup nicely. My wife was a beautiful woman, and under different circumstances, just looking at her would have taken my breath away.
“Come in, baby.”
We went into the living room and I sat at one end of the sofa. She sat at the other end, tucking her legs underneath her and facing me. She was clearly very nervous. The poise and calm I usually saw in Chisom, even when she lied to me about her affair, were completely gone now.
We sat quietly for a few moments without looking at each other. Then I decided to speak first.
“Alright, Chisom, I agreed to let you speak, and I’ll listen. I don’t have anything to say, I’ll just see how it goes. I can’t promise anything more than listening to you.”
“Okay, Kunle,” she said quietly. She looked really scared, and I felt both very angry and very sorry for her. I had loved this woman for most of my adult life. I had never been closer to anyone else or trusted anyone so much. What did I feel for her now?
She said, “Now that you’re here, I’m almost scared to start. I’ve thought a lot about how to explain, actually, try to explain what I did. But I’ve come to realize I just made a big mistake. There’s no way to explain it to make it less terrible, less selfish, or less unfair to you. So I’m going to tell you, no matter how it sounds. I know you may never forgive me, but I hope you can.”
“Before anything else, Kunle, the most important thing to say is that everything that happened—cheating with Chike, lying to you—was completely my fault. You’ve been the best husband anyone could ask for—loving, wonderful, and caring. I love you deeply. Our marriage has always made me happy, and I’ve always enjoyed our intimacy together. None of my actions had anything to do with being unhappy with you. Please believe me!”
I didn’t respond to what she said, I just nodded.
“Okay.” She took a deep breath, preparing herself. “I’ve never, ever been with another man before Chike. I was completely loyal to you until then, and I want you to know that. I met Chike last August. He…”
I angrily interrupted, saying, “You’ve been sleeping with that fool for almost a whole year?!”
“No, baby, please! Hear me out! I haven’t—just let me explain, alright?”
“Go ahead.”
I met Chike in the hospital last September. Remember when my mother had surgery, and I was always going to the hospital until she was okay? So, Chike’s brother was also very ill with kidney issues during that same period. We started talking, we were two sad people in the same situation. We spent a couple of hours together each day. After a few days, the doctor told him that his brother had passed away.
He started crying, and I was there to comfort him. I held him in my arms for a while. His parents are late, so his brother was his only close family left.
I just nodded, and she continued. “That’s all it was back then baby, just two strangers offering some comfort. I never expected to see Chike again, and I barely thought about him after that. Until December.”
She paused and glanced at me, maybe worried about me getting angry again. But I kept quiet and let her keep talking.
“When you were away on that four-day business trip to Togo, I ended up going out with Bunmi and Halimah, two unmarried friends from Chisom’s office. They took me to a club. At around 12, we were at our table when Chike came in with his friends.
He saw me and brought them over. I was really happy to see him. I had felt sorry for him when his brother died, but now he seemed much happier. Since you weren’t around, I wasn’t worried about the time. Things got lively, and I had a bit too much to drink…”
She stopped talking suddenly. “Oh, Kunle, I hate this. You may not believe me but I promised myself I would tell you every part of the story you want to know. I will never lie to you again.”
“We all danced quickly and slowly, switching partners frequently. Two of Chike’s friends were getting along well with Bunmi and Halimah. Chike seemed to be paying more attention to me as the night went on. He’s younger than us, only 29. He’s not exceptionally good-looking. He’s shorter than you, of medium height and build. He’s okay, but he’s not muscular or standout. Just a nice, regular guy.”
I just listened, waiting for Chisom to say what I knew she was going to say.
“We got really sweaty from dancing. There was a door open to back of the club, so I said I was going out to cool down for a bit. Chike decided to join me. We stood outside in the dark, laughing and joking, enjoying the cooler air. Suddenly, he hugged me and kissed me.”
She paused. It was obvious that what she needed to say next was hard for her, and she looked at me with fear. “Continue. I have a sense of what you’re about to say. Just tell me everything.”
She was nearly in tears, but trying hard to stay in control.
“He kissed me suddenly, catching me off guard. Before I could react, he pushed me against the wall and held me close. I was tempted to scream, push him away, or slap him, but I didn’t. I was drunk, my thoughts were slow, and… it felt good. I enjoyed kissing him, feeling his body against mine. Instead of stopping him, I kissed him back. I wrapped my arms around him, kissed him back, and let him kiss me deeply.”
I could see she was finding it hard to continue. I waited silently. I couldn’t imagine anything worse than what I had already thought about so many times.
“Well, we just… started fucking right there. Chike touched me all over, one hand on my breasts and the other under my skirt. I wasn’t thinking about anything else except what he was doing. He was really horny and rearing to go, breathing heavily, and it turned me on. My nipples got harder as he pinched them. He kept whispering about how beautiful I was, saying I was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.”
“He took out his… dick, and I held it. It was really hard and warm! I started stroking it, and he moaned in my ear. He started fingering me, and I was really wet. He was making me lose control. Then he lifted my skirt, moved my underwear to the side, and just… penetrated me.” Chisom had turned away from me and was looking across the room now. She couldn’t look at me.
“He fucked me there. He pressed me against the wall, humping me vigorously, grabbing my ass and kissing me deeply. We were breathless. It was intense, and wild. I came quickly, and so did he. It was all over in about five minutes. Afterwards, we hugged and laughed. It felt surreal. He kept whispering to me about how hot I was and how I turned him on. Then we adjusted our clothes and quietly returned to our friends.”
There was silence. I could see that it was hard for Chisom to admit this. I was angry and wanted to yell at her, but I knew I needed to hear the whole story. So I quietly said, “Okay, Chisom, go on. What happened next?”
“I was sure that was the end of it. After another hour, Bunmi, Halimah, and I left, and Chike didn’t kiss me or do anything else. They dropped me off here, and I went straight to bed. When I woke up, I felt really guilty, but also not guilty at the same time, you know?”
“It’s hard to explain. What happened in the club felt so separate from my normal life and our life together that it almost didn’t seem real. I knew I cheated on you, and that it was a terrible thing. But at the same time, it felt like a dream.
I knew you’d never find out, and I knew I’d never do it again, so I just pushed it out of my mind. I even imagined that maybe you also had a quick fling on a business trip that I would never know about. Telling myself that made me feel less guilty.”
“I never did that,” I said, calmly but firmly. “Not even once. And it’s not like I didn’t have opportunities. There was one time on a trip… but never mind, it doesn’t matter.”
“I know, Kunle,” Chisom said, now crying. “I know you’re loyal and would never cheat on me. I just thought that way to make myself feel better about what I did.”
“You came home from your trip that Sunday, and I was really happy to see you. We made love, and you were amazing—so passionate, loving, and sweet. I felt guilty, but it also comforted me because it showed that we were still good together.”
It was getting dark outside, and I couldn’t see my wife’s face anymore. I quietly got up, turned on the light, and sat back down. The slow way she was talking was keeping me calm, almost like I was in a trance. What she was saying was really painful, but I also felt kind of numb.
“I never thought I’d see Chike again, let alone have an affair with him. I bumped into him at the supermarket a couple of weeks later and didn’t feel excited at all. I actually felt a bit guilty. We chatted casually for about five minutes and then went our separate ways. But I mentioned that you were going away again, and that got Chike thinking.”
The next week Bunmi called, and I agreed to hang out with her on Saturday. This was in early December. Somehow, she knew you’d be away, even though I hadn’t told her. We went to a new club, and guess what? Chike was there with his friend Olaoluwa, who had been flirting with Bunmi.
It turns out Bunmi and Olaoluwa had started dating. Later, I found out the whole evening was a set-up. Chike told Olaoluwa, who told Bunmi you’d be away, and she invited me to that specific club.
“Kunle,” Chisom said, her voice begging, and I looked at her. “This is the hardest part. What I did before was really stupid and careless, but at least it was spontaneous.” Her voice shook. “A crazy moment that I hope you could forgive one day. But what I did that Saturday night, I have no excuse for. I’m ashamed and hate myself for it. That’s the simple truth.”
She waited for me to respond, but I couldn’t find any words. I managed to nod, and then she continued talking.
“We danced, drank a little, and had fun. When Bunmi told me she was leaving with Olaoluwa, I knew I should let them take me home, but I didn’t. I stayed with Chike.”
“Kunle, I… I went to his apartment, and I stayed the night with him. We had sex multiple times. It felt wrong and forbidden, knowing I was sleeping with someone who isn’t my husband. Chike is younger, only 27, and his desire for a woman in her late 30s was flattering. I was more expressive than usual and it was very exciting. I… I had multiple orgasms.”
Feeling completely numb, I finally spoke after staying quiet for a while. “Chisom, I might ask you more about that night later.” She lowered her head but agreed silently. “But for now, continue.”
“When I left his apartment the next day … oh, I’m so sorry!” She cried, covering her face with her hands. Her shoulders shook as tears streamed down, and I quietly waited for her to go on. Finally, she calmed down a bit and started talking again.
“When I left his apartment, I knew I was going to keep … seeing him. I knew that I couldn’t justify doing it, I knew it was utterly wrong, and selfish. But I liked it. It had been the most exciting thing I’d done in years, and I liked it.”
She gazed at me and said, “Baby, sex with you is amazing. You’re gentle yet dominant, and you really care about my pleasure. I feel secure with you. But after 10 years, things have become a bit too familiar or predictable, don’t you think? I know you feel the same.”
“Anyway, with Chike, it was exciting, new, and very different. Not better, Kunle! Never better than what you and I have. But different. Strangely, I convinced myself it was just something nice I was doing for myself, like how some women go to a beauty spa or buy a new outfit. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what I kept telling myself.”
“Right from the start, I assured Chike that I’d do anything to keep our relationship a secret. I told him I loved my spouse and that my feelings for him wouldn’t change that. Maintaining my marriage was always my priority, and seeing him wouldn’t affect it.”
“It was easy to plan meetings because my work hours are unpredictable. I can leave the office for hours without anyone noticing. I bought a disposable cell phone and only used it to talk to Chike, never on our regular phones. We met in various places, but never at home, Kunle, never in our house. I would never do that We chose different hotels each time to avoid being recognized.”
As Chisom spoke, I got up and started walking around the room without realizing it. Her story hurt me at first, but it also brought me some comfort. It started to make sense to me. I could picture Chisom enjoying herself dancing with her friends and the impulsive act of having sex with Chike outdoors. Maybe I could have even forgiven that.
What was most unbearable for me, what made me clench my fists in anger, was what happened next. She calmly and deliberately chose to continue the relationship. She knew exactly what she was doing, and understood how much it would hurt me if I discovered it, and yet, she went ahead with it anyway.
I turned to look at her. “Is that all?” My voice sounded rougher and harsher than I intended. She moved away from me, her eyes wide with fear.
“N…no, no, baby,” she replied nervously.
She looked up at me, suddenly more concerned. “Kunle, there’s one more thing. When you were away on business trips, I… usually stayed overnight at Chike’s place. It saved us from booking a hotel room, and… we had more time together.”
This hurt a lot. Despite everything else, I couldn’t understand why the idea of Chisom spending the entire night in Chike’s bed hurt more than her being with him for a few hours in a hotel room. Maybe it was because of the casual way they sounded on the recording.
It wasn’t just about the physical intimacy, it was hearing them together, comfortable and affectionate. I could almost imagine them in Chike’s apartment: excited greetings, passionate moments, then relaxing together over dinner or drinks, watching TV, and more intimacy, cuddling up at night, followed by more intimacy the next morning.
Seeing that picture of them being so close, sharing the intimacy I thought only she shared with me, made me angry all over again.
“I see,” I said in a cold tone. She sat silently with her head down, anticipating my angry words. I felt a strong urge to lash out at her, or at least make her understand how much she had hurt me.
“Do you love him?” She looked shocked. “No! It was never like that baby!”
“Alright, Chisom. So, you told him that your marriage is the top priority, and you would never let your whatever it was with Chike cause any problems in our married life. Did I understand correctly?” She nodded in agreement.
“Well, then, maybe you can tell me why you were with him, why you cheated on me on our 10th wedding anniversary! Maybe you can explain why he fucked you so much that day that your pussy was sore afterwards. Maybe there’s a reason why you were so sore that night that you didn’t want to have sex with me, on our anniversary, Good Lord!”
“I started yelling uncontrollably. ‘Did you really think I wouldn’t figure out what that special treat was all about? Do you think I’m that stupid?'”
“Wait a minute,” I went on, “I guess you do! You’ve been playing games with your husband for months. You can do anything you want! Go enjoy yourself with your lover! Then come home, pretend everything’s fine with your husband, and you’re good to go! No worries at all!”
She was crying, staring at me in shock, shaking her head slightly, and saying, “No! No, Kunle, please, it didn’t happen that way!”
“Chisom, never mind. Actually, forget I asked.”
I walked towards the door. “I’ve heard enough for tonight. We’ll need to talk more later, but I’m done for now. Good night, Chisom.”
I said those words softly, but still with anger. As I walked away, I could hear Chisom crying, but she didn’t try to stop me.
Written by Sixtie9ine
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