The next day was Saturday. For the first time in a while, I woke up without having a nightmare. I felt a bit lazy since I had missed my usual morning runs with Chisom, so I went for a run within the estate, did some sit-ups and push-ups, then took a shower.
I felt pretty good. After doing a few chores, I went to Adaora and Lanre’s house at 5pm, just like we planned. They were relaxing in the backyard, enjoying the warm weather with some cold drinks and a barbecue.
Adaora was excited to tell me her story. “Oh my God, Kunle you were right, Chisom called us last night! She couldn’t stop talking about your ‘affair.’ She didn’t wait at all and just blurted out, ‘I think Kunle is having an affair with someone. Do you know anything about it?'”
I laughed. “What did you tell her?”
“I did what you suggested. At first, I acted like I was surprised and told her she couldn’t really blame you. Then I admitted you mentioned something about a woman but didn’t give us any details. She seemed really upset. I asked her how the rest of the evening went, but she didn’t say much.”
“I owe you one, Adaora,” I said. “Yesterday, you made me realize that Chisom wasn’t even trying to understand my anger and the reasons behind it. I think this will help her really understand what I’ve been going through!”
We all laughed, but then Lanre got a bit serious. “What’s your plan, Kunle? Are you going to tell her the truth, or keep the story about having an affair? And are you really thinking about dating someone else?”
“Bro, I’m just going a day at a time. I’m not interested in sex right now, not with Chisom or anyone else. I’ll keep up the story for a few days. She can’t really say I have no right to be with someone else.”
Lanre and Adaora both nodded. “I feel you, brother,” Lanre said. “Adaora and I will keep the story going. Whenever Chisom asks, we’ll make it seem like you’ve mentioned your new woman a few times.”
Once that was settled, we talked about other things and had a long, relaxing evening together. It was great to have a few hours without feeling so much pain and without thinking about Chisom and Chike’s affair.
********
When I got home on Sunday, Chisom was waiting for me, looking anxious. She had made some fresh juice, tea, and dinner, and set it all up on our dining table. She was wearing a blue bum shorts that I liked and a tank top that showed off her figure nicely. She had done her hair and makeup carefully, and she looked amazing. It was clear she had put in a lot of effort. She looked absolutely beautiful.
I didn’t intend to eat or drink anything she had prepared. I wanted her to start the conversation. I simply greeted her, “Chisom, how are you? Thanks for this, but I already ate before I came.”
“Oh, but…” She seemed upset but fell silent when I glared at her angrily. She fidgeting in the living room, twisting her wedding ring, unable to sit still. I waited calmly until she couldn’t bear the silence any longer and finally spoke out.
“Kunle, are you actually dating someone else? Are you having an affair, or did you say that to hurt me?”
“Do you think I shouldn’t date anyone, Chisom? Don’t you think I deserve that much, after everything with you and Chike these past months?”
She looked uncomfortable and unhappy. “I know what I did was terrible … But thinking about you with another woman really upsets me, and I need to know if it’s true.”
“We’ve been seeing each other six or seven times in the past few weeks. I won’t hide this from you, you did that to me, and I remember how much it hurt when I found out. So I’m being honest with you about it.”
“But why?” she asked, bursting into tears. I looked at her with surprise.
“Okay,” she said after a moment, still crying. “Okay, that was a dumb question. I hurt you, so you wanted to hurt me back. But what happens next? What’s going to happen to us?”
The part of me that wanted Chisom to feel some pain was really enjoying this. “Chisom, I didn’t do it to hurt you, and I’m not trying to hurt you now. I’ve known Anita through our work for years, and we’ve always been friendly.
After we finished a project, we went out for a drink one night and talked for a while. She was interested in me, and I mean, she’s single, I didn’t see any reason not to be with her. We had a great time, so why wouldn’t I keep seeing her?”
“But Kunle…..our marriage?”
“Hmm, our marriage ehn. You didn’t really think about that when you were sleeping with Chike, did you?” She just shook her head, looking sad.
“Firstly, I don’t have any idea. Right now, I can’t even have sex with you. Just thinking about it reminds me of you and Chike together. Since I’m not having sex with you, why not have sex with Nitty? I’m not sure where it will go.”
“Kunle, do you love her?” Chisom asked quietly.
“I like her. She’s very attractive, and the intimacy we share is great. She’s enthusiastic and eager. But right now, that’s all it is.”
Chisom seemed really upset and lost. She said, “I’m torn. I can’t bear the thought of you with someone else, it’s driving me crazy imagining it.”
“Chisom, I understand what you’re saying. And there’s something else. When you were with Chike, you would come home and sleep with me. You must have been with both of us on the same day many times, and I never knew. At least I’m not doing that to you. I’m not putting you in the same situation.”
She nodded. “I know that, Kunle. And I know … I know that I’m the cause of all of this. I’m really angry that I can’t ask you to stop seeing that girl! I know I don’t have the right to say that, considering what I’ve done, but I just wish you’d stop seeing her.”
I smiled at her and said, “I get how you feel. You’re right, I won’t just stop because you say so. I will decide if I want to stop seeing her. I have to do what’s best for me.”
“Kunle,” she cried, really scared, “please don’t abandon me! I mean, us, don’t give up on our marriage!”
I nodded and, after a moment, asked, “Chisom, can you read your list to me?”
Her list was quite disappointing. It only had a few things on it, and I felt she didn’t fully grasp what I was experiencing. She wrote the list from my perspective, so this time it was me speaking directly.
–I am very angry that you broke our marital vows.
–I don’t know how I am ever going to be able to trust you now.
–I am worried that maybe he was a better lover than I am.
–I am angry that we couldn’t have sex on our anniversary, because you were sore from your escapades the previous day.
–I am upset that you lied to me, that you kept me in the dark about your affair for so many months.
–I don’t know how to get over being angry with you.
When she was finished, she looked over at me. When I didn’t speak, she asked, “How did I do, Tom?”
I sighed. “You didn’t capture everything.”
She looked upset. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” I replied, “you have really put yourself in my shoes yet. Let me tell you exactly what I feel.”
I’m upset because you prioritized yourself. You did something that made you happy, even though you knew it could harm our marriage and make me hurt.
I’m really angry because I trusted you to be faithful, but you completely betrayed that trust. Our intimate moments were special because we promised to only share them with each other, and you broke that promise without telling me.
You deceived me all this while. When I asked you about it, you lied directly to me. You only admitted the truth and ended your affair when I had undeniable proof.
I hate it that you took pleasure at my expense.
I’m upset because our marriage is broken, and I doubt we can ever fix it. I wish things could go back to how they were, but that’s impossible now. Even if we stay together, I’ll never trust you like I did before. That trust is gone.
She looked at me. “I’m sorry Kunle?”
I simply replied, “I know you are.”
We discussed different topics. I hadn’t talked to the kids for a few days, so Chisom updated me on how they were. She had told them I’d been away on business trips, so they didn’t know I had moved out. I was thankful she handled it like that.
The problem would come up when they returned from vacation. If I still lived in an apartment, Chisom and I would have to figure out how to explain the situation to them. Fortunately, we still had a few weeks before we had to face that.
Then I told Chisom, “It’s been a great afternoon, but I need to leave.”
She quickly asked, “Are you meeting her tonight?” I nodded, and tears returned to her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Chisom,” I said.
“Kunle, can we … talk again soon?” “Sure,” I replied. “How about Tuesday, the day after tomorrow? Why don’t you come over to the apartment for dinner?”
“Okay,” she sniffled.
I wasn’t sure how to feel, but it was obvious that Chisom was more unhappy than me at that moment. It seemed like a step forward to me.
**********
By Tuesday, I began feeling more optimistic about my marriage. I wasn’t as devastated as before. I took some positive steps. Chisom had to confront the pain she caused me more directly, and it seemed like she was dealing with it. Lastly, the imaginary Anita was in Chisom’s head rent-free.
As I tidied up the apartment and checked on dinner, I anticipated telling Chisom about my made-up experiences with Anita. She was curious to hear about them. The good thing about an imaginary affair is that you can make it perfect! I planned to describe my sex with Anita as hot as possible.
When Chisom arrived she once again looked terrific. My wife was always beautiful, but when she set out to look her best, she was totally stunning. She had on low heels that added to her height, and a pastel blue skirt that swirled around her when she walked. Her sleeveless blouse was white and a little bit see-through so that I got the impression of a lacy bra beneath it.
She made the salad while I brought out the dinner I’d prepared: jollof rice. Once again, she was impressed with my cooking. During our marriage, I gradually let Chisom do most of the cooking, even though I used to be a good cook as a bachelor. It was nice to be reminded of my cooking skills. After dinner, we sat on the couch, and Chisom immediately asked me about Anita.
“Kunle, it might sound strange, but I need to hear about your relationship with her. How did it begin and what’s happening now? I understand how hard it was for you to hear about my affair with Chike, but I think I need to know.”
“I think I understand now how you felt. It’s better to know the truth, even if it’s terrible than to let my imagination make things worse.”
“OK,” I said. “I’ll tell you about it.”
She looked very worried.
“Nitty works for a company that does a lot of business with mine. I’ve known her casually for two or three years because we both attend many business meetings together. Sometimes, a few of us have gone out for a drink after work, but always with a group of 6-8 others. Until about three weeks ago, we had never spent time alone together.
Mira is 25 years old. She doesn’t look much like you. She’s around 5 feet 2 inches tall and has a curvy figure. She has a full, shapely body with wide hips, well shaped ass and pretty nice breasts to compliment.”
Chisom grimaced a little, but I didn’t stop. I went on.
“What I find appealing about her is that she’s lively and funny, cheerful, but I dislike using that word. She laughs often, and even in work meetings, she doesn’t seem to take things too seriously. Two nights after I talked to you about Chike, I had a long business meeting with Anita and a few others that went on until about 8 pm.
Four or five of us went out for a drink afterwards, but eventually, everyone except Nitty and I had to leave. We were having a good time, so I suggested we have dinner together.”
“She knows I’m married, so she immediately asked, ‘What about your wife? Aren’t you going home to her?’ I told her the truth: I discovered you were cheating, so I moved out of our house. I told her I was probably going to be bad company in the state I was.”
She said, “Actually, Mr Kunle, I’ve always liked you. We think alike, and I appreciate how you don’t take our work too seriously. Your sense of fun is appealing to me. I’d really enjoy having dinner with you.”
“We had dinner at Zen Garden, and it was nice. Nitty is easy to talk to, and we enjoyed chatting without getting into serious topics. I learned a bit about her background. She grew up in the US, returned to Nigeria when she was about 10, went back to the US to finish her studies, and came back home after getting her masters.”
“When the bill came, I paid it and offered to take her home. She asked, where I was staying since I had moved out. I told her the hotel I was lodged in. She said she had heard the rooms there were really nice and asked if she could come see mine.”
“I asked her if she was sure about this, especially with my situation. She told me I had always been on her ‘Too bad he’s married’ list for a while. Right then, I wasn’t completely on it. She said she’s a grown woman, and this was exactly what she wanted.”
“I felt really happy and told her that. We went to the hotel, went up to my room, and I made drinks for us. We sat on the sofa and talked more. She asked if I had been with another woman since I got married, and I said no, feeling a bit nervous. But she smiled and said she thought we would be great together.”
“I pulled her close by her waist and we kissed passionately for a long time, maybe half an hour. I started touching her large, firm breasts, and we both became very turned on. She was breathing heavily from our kissing, and moaned with pleasure when I touched her breasts.”
She backed away for a moment and said to me, “K, can I tell you something? I love oral sex, both giving and receiving, and I really like it when my breasts are smooched.” It was a big tun on that she was so open and honest with me.
“I lifted her without speaking, carried her to the bed, removed her top and bra, and started smooching her breasts.”
“Nitty really enjoys it when her breasts are touched. I gently stroked them, starting away from her nipples but gradually getting closer. She closed her eyes and softly moaned. She liked it when I lightly pinched her nipples, so I did that for a while.
Then I focused on one breast while lightly licking and kissing the other. It was thrilling for me too, being with a new woman after a long time, especially since she responded so well to my touch. And her breasts are simply gorgeous.”
“After a while, I moved down and removed her skirt and panties, which were very wet. Knowing she liked oral sex, I kept my hands on her breasts while using my tongue on her thighs and vagina. I took my time, alternating between focusing on her breasts and gently licking her vagina lips, then concentrating on her clitoris while lightly touching her nipples.
I continued this until her hips started moving and she moaned continuously.”
“I could tell she was close to her climax, so I focused on her breasts again, sucking on one while using both hands below. With one hand, I stimulated her clitoris, and with the other, I gently slipped two fingers inside her. After about a minute, she couldn’t hold back anymore.
She gasped, then cried out as she was hit with a powerful orgasm, shaking with pleasure. I withdrew my fingers, cuddled up next to her, and held her in my arms while her body vibrated and then relaxed, sighing with her eyes closed.”
“I felt relieved. I was worried about being with another woman and unsure if I could satisfy her. But since I made Nitty feel good, I knew I still had my game on.”
“After a few minutes, she glanced at me and exclaimed, ‘Wow, Kunle. If I knew you could work my body like that, I would’ve jumped on you right there at the restaurant!’ I smiled and replied, ‘You’re such an amazing and attractive woman, Nitty. You have a beautiful body and I’d love to further explore it.”
She said, “Good job papi, now sit back and watch me work my magic.” She pushed me onto my back, took off my clothes, and started touching and stroking me. In about 45 seconds, I was very aroused.
She teased me like I had teased her, using her hands and tongue until I was desperate, then slowing down until I relaxed. She opened her mouth wide and comfortably took my balls in without me worrying she’d bite. After a lot of teasing, she started giving me a serious blowjob, clearly wanting to make me cum.
“But I stopped her and said, Nitty, I really want to cum inside you.’ She smiled and got on top of me. As she guided me inside her, she said, ‘I’m on the pill, go ahead and cum inside me.’ She began riding me, slowly at first, then faster, smiling at me the whole time. I lost control, moving my hips wildly and holding her close. I ejaculated intensely, holding her down as I came.”
“I don’t know if it was because this was someone new, Chisom, or because Anita is very sexy and full of energy, or because I hadn’t had sex in over a week, or maybe all of those reasons. But it was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my life. I just lay there, exhausted, and kept commending her.”
We rested for a bit. I might have slept through the night, but after about an hour, Anita woke up. She started rubbing her breasts against me, moving them across my chest. It felt really good, and I could tell she was getting very excited again.
I began to stroke her back and sides, sometimes her breasts, while she kept rubbing them on me. Then I moved her up so her breasts were near my face, and I teased her with my cock, rubbing it against her lips without going in. I kept gently grabbing her nipples with my lips as they passed by and sucked on them softly.
We got more excited and playful with each other. She started moaning. I wanted to be inside her, so I gently rolled her onto her back and penetrated her. With her eyes closed, I thrust in and out smoothly and steadily.
As I told this story, I kept an eye on Chisom. She looked more miserable than ever, curled up in the corner of the sofa. For a moment, I felt sorry for her. But then I remembered the tape of her and Chike in the motel that I had to listen to, and I got angry again. Her happiness and closeness with him made me furious! So, if my story made Chisom feel some of that same pain, I wasn’t going to stop. I kept narrating the story.
“I slowly picked up speed, going faster and faster. It was great that I had already cum earlier in the evening, so I knew I would last longer. By the time I felt my orgasm building, she had already had one earth-shaking orgasm.
Her second one came just as I was about to climax, trying hard to keep my strokes long and smooth. But when she tightened her pussy around my dick, it was game over, I lost control for a few seconds, and we both climaxed at the same time. It was everything!”
This time, we were both really tired. We smiled at each other, kissed sleepily for a few minutes, and then fell into a deep sleep.
“Thankfully, the next day was Saturday. We slept in a bit, and when I suggested we go downstairs for breakfast, Anita wanted to take a shower first. Showering with her was incredibly sensual. We took our time washing each other.
She washed my whole body first, avoiding my penis until the end, even though I really wanted her to touch it. She finally soaped it up, stroking it gently and smiling at me while I groaned in pleasure.”
I playfully teased her, touching her arms, legs, and torso but avoiding her breasts. Finally, I touched her breasts, holding her from behind, and she sighed, relaxing into me. I slowly moved my soapy hands over them, and she completely relaxed. Her breathing got faster, and I wondered if we would make it back to the bed or have sex right there in the shower. I started to reach…
Chisom suddenly stood up, tears streaming down her face. She said, “Kunle, please stop! I can’t handle this right now. I thought I needed to hear it, but I can’t… I don’t know what to do…”
She paused, shivered, and said, “I need to leave now.” Before I could respond, she rushed out the door and went downstairs.
I quickly followed her, not to stop her, but to make sure she reached her car safely. From a short distance away, I saw her run to her car, get in, put on her seat belt, and drive off.
As I walked back up to my apartment, I felt a mix of emotions. My own story turned me on because my imaginary Anita was really sexy! For the first time since I confronted Chisom about her cheating over three weeks ago, I felt turned on. It was good to know that my sex drive was just asleep, not gone.
For the first time, I felt like I was getting to a better place. The anger still flared up sometimes, just as intense as the first time. Moving past it wasn’t going to be a steady process; it would be slow and unpredictable. I needed to carefully consider my next steps.
Written by Sixtie9ine
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