I’m both happy and saddened that my husband was re elected. Happy for him but again that election spells more doom for our married (sex) life. He’s either been busy in his legal firm or parliamentary business and their pressers and the TV interviews that makes everyone wonder his legal grounding. Smh!
Watching him sleeping in court during the supreme court petition hearings eroded my confidence in him, it was a shame and to cool it off, I found myself in one of the dimly lit spaces with a semi-alcoholic drink, just to pass time and pity myself.
Merely thirty two and already leading a very dull and boring sex life with my husband. Was he just weak or he was seeing someone else?
As my mind wondered, I happened to see him, my campus boyfriend Augustine (8 years ago), our eyes met and as it would later turn out, we would end up in bed. (Halt the judgement)
Having recognized me, he gave me that longing look of not just former campus lovers reunited with one another but of one who dared dream and hope for a moment of pleasure, to remind ourselves of the good old times, even for a brief moment.
His eyes pleaded in a sexy way and in that slight moment, I understood the message and knew I wouldn’t offer much resistance, with my inviting smile shouting the response and he moved to my table.
Just as skilled as he was with words years ago, he saw the want and pressed his attack into my heart and later, into me.
The drinks made it justified and once in the room upstairs, the paradise of the clothless, he didn’t disappoint; His speed, his tactful tongue and soft breaths as he burned his way …..
Our needs, as I was soon to confirm, matched just as before and having completely surrendered completely to him, I was lost in a whole new world of floating sweetness where he took me. His bed creativity astonished, shook then delighted me to that point of extreme shaking …
At that very moment, my man with his fixed suits who I’d always looked up to for sexual satisfaction flashed in my mind. Immediately I hated him for not being able to deliver such a performance, he had all the time. The more climax mounted, my man fell away as nothing, nothing…and useless!
Poor men like Augus, as it revealed itself to me perform diligently in bed and it occurred to me how a moment of joyful pleasure could transfer feelings more than pain or heartbreak can.
Have you realized how easily we can love those who please us in bed?
Time was on its feet and however long I would have wished it lasted, we had to move. We had lives to lead and I hugged him gratefully, his body action had delivered all that had been in his eyes.
I was wondering how to pose the question on when next we could meet without appearing too available, but he came to my rescue,
“I have to rush, before she starts calling with worry”
I smiled knowingly, and instantaneously remembered my he, though miserable. It hit me that I had even forgotten I was a married wife to a national leader.
We didn’t even exchange contacts, I didn’t want any affair that could get him killed.
As we parted, I felt happy for him and even his wife who was luckiest of all women. I emptied the ksh. 21,700 in my hand bag to his pockets (that my husband had left me for salon and manicure)
He (Augus) could hardly believe ..
I walked away a happy woman, satisfied and contented, at peace with my heart.
I promised myself not to meet him if could help it… And it hit me,
will I help avoiding him?
Posting for someone. Not my personal experience.