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As I fumbled with the decision, my mouth inadvertently opened and I was involved in a deep kiss. I must stop this immediately. . . .
Then, my mind began to reason again. Why stop this; no one would ever know. I’d finally get the answer to my question. It’d be a one-time thing! i pressed my body to Anthony’s body and responded to his kiss. As the kiss ended, I took him by the hand and led him to our visitor’s bedroom.
There, I lost my slippers and proceeded to unbutton the carpenter’s shirt. Suddenly, I was excited and I was hot!
Then, I dropped my robe and released my bra and panties as he came nearer to me. He kissed me – a heavy kiss that conveyed nothing.
Anthony pushed me roughly on to the bed. I accepted it even though it was not what I’d expected. Then, with me on the bed, he lay beside me and put his hand on my groin where he pushed two fingers into my vagina while still dry. It hurt!
Suddenly, I realized, it was my fault. I didn’t provide proper lubrications. Perhaps, if he tried again. . . . I encouraged him. . . .
Failing to get his two fingers lubricated, Anthony simply moved over me and lay on my belly. Then, belly to belly, he moved to insert his c*ck into me. I wasn’t ready. . . .
Somehow, I was missing the whole point. . . .
Then, the carpenter proceeded to kiss me – a deep kiss and one to excite me. I felt my body go. . . The man’s c*ck slid into me – to it’s deepest extension. There was no thrill . . . no sensations. I felt nothing but for the flesh on flesh. Surely there must be more, I thought.
Then, the Reproduction began and I felt the first sensations of pleasure. Finally, I was going to find out the answer to my question. I tried to move with the young man – but to no avail.
Minutes passed and the pleasure began to mount. Perhaps this would provide me with the answers I sought.
Suddenly the Anthony shouted, ‘I’m going to’ cum. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum, I-I-I ammmm going to cuuuuummmmm”
Then, it was over as he pulled off me and began to put on his clothes.
I lay in stunned silence. I had betrayed my family and broken my marriage vows. The s*x had been bad. . . worse than I had ever considered! I must lie and deceive my family. I hated myself. . . .
After only a few minutes, I arose from the bed, went to my shower and cleaned myself with care to especially clean my intimate places. I had to remove any trace of Anthony’s odour which seemed to pervade my robe and undies. Moving efficiently now, I washed my robe and clothing and dried them as I changed the linens in the visitor’s bedroom and remade the bed.
When the kids arrived from school at three, everything at the house was back to it’s usual. There was no evidence of my afternoon tryst anywhere. . . .
That night, my eyes met Festus’ eyes, I expected the usual flirting but I saw nothing. We completed the evening as usual and I tried again to flirt with my husband but there was no response. I worried! He couldn’t possibly know!
Still, he wasn’t acting normally! I continued to worry as I perceived Festus to be distant from me; yet, he couldn’t possibly know of my encounter. Perhaps with time, I thought!
Next night, the gap between Festus and I remained. Much as I tried, I simply couldn’t seem to reach Festus and we went to bed separated by an invisible gulf.
I lay restless. . . Somehow, he knew, I thought!
Next evening, Festus brought me gifts and was especially attentive but I was still aware of a gap between us. . . all was not right. I regretted my tryst more by the minute. . . .How could Festus know?
Weeks passed as our marriage sputtered along, Festus and I began to lead separate lives. Even as Festus continued to bring me gifts and be especially attentive, we grew apart. Festus, instead of coming home as usual, started “hanging out with the boys” after work each day. . .
I worried as I sought ways to patch up the gulf between Festus and I; our marriage was surely headed for failure. It was my fault. I should have been more careful. I should never have engaged in that tryst. I beat myself everyday for that mistake I made!
One afternoon, when the kids came from school, they found me, Cordelia Obiora, sitting in the living room chair, non-responsive, and called a neighbour who, seeing the situation, put me in her car and took me to Gwagwalada Specialist Hospital in Abuja, where she works as a medical doctor.
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