Three is a crowd: All is not lost with Diane 

(Continued from last issue)

David and Diane have been married for years; then there is Julie, the young secretary whose axis collides with the couple’s in ways none of them saw coming.

JULIE

I had never felt more like a piece of property than I did when David had sex with me that morning; although it felt like rape, I could not call it that, because while I wanted to, not once did I ask him to stop – I didn’t feel like I had the right to.

Instead, I lay there unmoving, not wanting to encourage him, my eyes closed, praying he would hurry up and get done soon. Thankfully, he did, as after a few grunts, he groaned, let out a deep sigh of satisfaction and collapsed onto me.

For a few seconds, he just laid there, his dead weight squashing me as he caught his breath, but then finally he stirred, sighing once more as he pushed himself off me and got up.

“That was great and I want more, but I have to get to work – maybe I’ll come back later,” he said suggestively.

I did not have an answer to that; what could I say? That it had not been great, it had been awful? That I was glad he was done, and thank goodness he had to get to work? That I did not want him to return?

There was nothing I could say, so I stayed quiet, and realizing I had nothing to contribute to the conversation, he shrugged and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as the bathroom door closed behind him, I leapt out of the bed like it was crawling with bedbugs and could not get out of it fast enough. The thought that I had had sex with two different men, in the same bed, in the space of a few hours made me sick.

I felt like I had just cheated on Kenneth moments after kissing him goodbye, and although I had hardly been a willing participant in what had happened with David, I had not stopped him either, and had never felt dirtier.

DAVID

Although I had notified the office that I would be an hour or so late that morning, calling them as I headed to the apartment with some bogus story about a ‘family emergency’, was so uncharacteristic of me; I still felt awkward arriving at the office after nine.

Nonetheless, the detour had been worth it, for having worked off all that sexual energy, I was able to focus on the day’s work and give it a hundred per cent of my attention.

While Julie had not been as enthusiastic in her response to me as I knew from past experience that she could be, having caught her by surprise, apparently just having woken up, I suppose her lackluster performance was understandable.

Either way, it had served its purpose for the time being, and since I intended to pass by again at the end of the day, there would be an opportunity for a better round.

As for Diane, there was no telling how long she intended to keep me locked out of our room; she could let me back in tonight, or keep the door locked for another week, which was why I was glad I had Julie as a back-up plan, and while I had not in the past, I now understood why so many married men kept mistresses on the side.

Of course I would try to get us back on track sooner rather than later, and fortunately the children’s upcoming holidays were the perfect time to do so.

It was almost customary for us to go away for a few days as a family whenever the children were on holiday; it did not have to be far or for long, even a weekend break on an island was enough to recharge our batteries and give us some quality family time, and I was confident that once I booked a getaway, Diane and I would return with our marriage back to its original settings.

DIANE

To avoid thinking about last night too much, I buried myself in my work at the boutique and it worked great as a distraction, until David texted me mid-way through the afternoon.

‘Hey, I was thinking we should go somewhere for a weekend when the kids break off for the holidays; what do you think?’

I sneered as I read the text; David could be way too obvious at times, for this was obviously his idea of an apology. That said, we could all do with a bit of a holiday, especially after the intensity of the past few days, and if David wanted to use a weekend getaway as an apology, then so be it, but…..I would ensure it was one hell of an apology.

‘Sounds good; where were you thinking?’ I typed back.
‘Hadn’t gotten that far; why don’t you look for something?’

I smiled coldly as I read his response; it was exactly what I had hoped it would be; ‘Sure; I’ll do some searches and share what I find,’ I promised, then exited the chat and switched to my phone’s internet browser; Five star island resorts, I typed in the search box.

Twenty minutes later I had narrowed down my search to three high-end luxury resorts, one in Jinja and two on Lake Victoria, and I sent him the links to all three; ‘These look good; I like them all, so either one is fine with me.’

He didn’t respond until almost an hour later; ‘They’re all pretty pricey, don’t you think?’

‘You told me to look for something and that’s what I found; if you don’t like them, find something yourself!’

For a few minutes there was no response, even though the blue ticks told me he had read my reply, and I knew he was probably seething and debating whether it was worth it to give in and go with one of my ‘pricey’ choices for the sake of his apology.

He apparently decided it was, for moments later, his answer came in: ‘No, that’s fine; I’ll book the Jinja one.’

I smiled smugly in satisfaction; it was reassuring to see that he still cared enough about ‘fixing’ us, to spend a pretty penny on an extravagant apology.

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