chapter one. the Cheating Husband

The alarm rang at 5:35 AM. I stopped the alarm,I slip out of bed quietly so I don’t wake Jim. He works as a driver, and his back has been aching him again. I want him to have those last twenty minutes of peace.

Downstairs, the kitchen is warm and tidy,I washed the dirty dishes yesterday night. I start the coffee first—that’s for Jim. Then I put the kettle on for Leo, my sixteen-year-old. He doesn't drink coffee, but he’ll take a cup of tea if I put it in his hand while he’s staring blankly at his cereal bowl.

I spend the next hour doing the needful as a good wife, I pack two lunches. For Jim, it’s a heavy sandwich, an apple, and lettuce soup. He needs the calories.

After I was done taking care of my family, my head started aching, but I had to be present at work no matter what, I work as a school secretary. I went into the bathroom, pulled my clothes, washed my face and vagina thoroughly, my vaj was itchy, but I did not care, I wrapped my towel around my body, and put on my brown gown, it is the only gown I got for my self this year, because I am saving in case of emergency.

"Leo ,Jim, see you guys later,I call up the stairs. I drived my Toyota feeling myself, I parked at the corner of the school compound, increasing the speed of my car, I stopped the car, and I came down,the headache started again, it was getting worse, so I had to quickly took permission from the head teacher, she allowed me go back home, but she was murmuring to her self,I knew she was angry at me, but I cared less, my health mattered most. The head teacher was a woman in her mid forties, she is always frowning, but loved by many because of her good qualities.

I entered my car feeling both my vaj itching, and my headache getting worse,I thought to myself, I think am having a bacterial infection again, I had one last month. I took some antibiotics and it was okay. I drove very fast and was thinking of drugs to administer when I get home, I self medicate sometimes,I learned it from my mother.

When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed Jim’s car was there. That was odd,I thought to myself. He was supposed to be at work already,I figured maybe he was watching movie from his laptop.

i unlocked the front door quietly. The house was still, but the air felt different. It smelled like a perfume I don’t own—it had a baby scent,I walked down the hallway, my footsteps scraping by the carpet. As I got closer to our bedroom, I heard a laugh. It wasn’t a loud laugh, just a soft, bubbly sound that didn’t belong in my house. I wonder whose voice that could be, because it doesn't sounds like Sarah's voice.

Then I heard Jim’s voice. He was murmuring something low and sweet, the kind of tone he used to use with me when we were first married.

My head stopped aching ,and my Vaj stopped itching immediately,I reached for the bedroom door handle. My hand was shaking, but I didn't stop. I pushed the door open and aha,

Jim was sitting on the edge of our bed naked,he was sweating like a Christmas chicken. He wasn't alone. A woman I’d never seen before—younger, with green hair, her hair was drenched with sweat,she was sitting next to him naked, The silence that followed was so heavy, it felt like I couldn't breathe. I wished at that moment,the ground should open and swallow me.

Jim immediately picked the black short on our matrimonial bed, I got it for him three years ago on his birthday. He hurriedly put his two legs into the short, he dragged it to his waist, like a four year old. I could still see his semi erected dick.

Jim looked at me, and his face went from smiling to moody,He didn't jump nor scream. He just sat there, looking like a scared animal"Darlene," he said. His voice sounded thin. "You're home early. I can explain,muttering softly.

The woman looked terrified. She started to scramble off the bed, cleaning her messy face with her hands, and clutching her blue robe closed. "I... I didn't know," I didn't know you are so..... ,she stammered.

I didn't look at her. I kept my eyes on Jim, I looked at the man I had made breakfast for every morning for fifteen years, who had promised to grow old with me.

"Get out," I said. My voice was surprisingly calm. It didn't sound like me.it sounded like my grandma, anytime she's trying to explain my homework to me.

"Darlene, let's talk about this," Jim started, standing up and reaching a hand out.

"Not you," I said, finally looking at the woman. "Her. Get out of my house. Now."

She didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed her clothes from the bed, as if they were rags, ran into the hallway, and I heard the front door slam a minute later.

Jim stood there in the middle of our room. He looked small. The "big man" I thought I knew was gone.

Why Jim, Why,I’m waiting, Jim," I said folding my hands, My voice was loud "Tell me why. Tell me how you could let that woman into our bed." You always said you loved me, we had good memories, I shouted, crying like a poorly fed baby.

Jim rubbed his face with his hands, and smiled mischievously ,He finally looked at me, and there was no apology in his eyes—just a cold kind of honesty.

"Darlene, look at us," he started,as if he was about to start a debate"Look at you. Every day is the same. You wake up, scrub the floors,make food, go to work, then you go to sleep. You’ve become like dried fish.

You take care of this family, he whispered. And I appreciate that, I do, he said, But I’m a man, Darlene. I have needs. Every night, you’re always too tired ,Your back hurts, or your head hurts, or you just want to turn out the light and sleep. you bring up different excuses every day,It’been boring for years.That’s the point, he said .You don't even try anymore. Sex with you feels like I'm forcing myself on you, I wanted to feel your skin last week, you refused me,That girl, she makes me feel alive. She isn't thinking about the grocery list or the laundry when I’m with her. She’s actually there." He said proudly as if he had won a lottery.

I looked down at my hands. They were rough and red from the dishwater and the cleaning supplies ,I always keep his home perfect. I thought about all the nights I’d stayed up late folding his work clothes, only to have him tell me now that my exhaustion made me a bad wife.

Jim muttered , looking at the floor. "I’m just saying that I wanted some excitement and to feel like a man. Men is polygamous in nature, you should accept it.

I walked out of the room. I didn't cry. I was too tired to cry. I came back to the room and shouted, Let's get a divorce,he had no sign of regret in his face,he smiled instead,And for the first time in my life, being tired felt like a good enough reason to stop.

I walked to my son door and called Leo?" No answer, His bed was made neatly, his black hand bag was gone, "He’s probably with Sarah," I whispered to myself, trying to calm down.

Sarah was his girlfriend, a sweet girl from the estate. He’d been spending every spare second with her lately. Part of me was glad he had a place to go, Thank goodness he wasn't around when everything happened, Another part of me was thinking of how to convey the news to him.

I walked back downstairs, my feet feeling heavy . As I passed the side table in the hallway, I stopped.a photo from our tenth anniversary. Jim was happy, his arm wrapped over my shoulder like he was the luckiest man alive. So real. I picked it up, my thumb tracing the glass over his face. I remembered that day. I had spent three hours on my hair, wanting to look perfect for him.

All those years of trying and being "boring" because I was busy trying to make a living.

A sudden wave of anger Started growing in me ,I dropped the frame into the bin.

The spot on the hallway table was empty now, just a little circle of dust where the frame used to be. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the dust away until the wood was clean . immediately I had runny nose, I cleaned my nose with my right hand,but liquid kept dripping,tears followed, I started cleaning both face with my two hands, until it felt itchy.

I walked quietly to the bedroom like a stranger, and I found my husband already gone,none of his clothes was remaining, even the ones I bought last week for him, my body spray was gone too. I sat down on the bed, shift inside, and laid down staring at the ceiling.

FOUR HOURS LATER

The sounds coming from the next room woke me up,The bed frame was slamming against the wall,accompanied by the wet, slapping sound of bodies ,I could hear my son’s girlfriend moaning uncontrollably, Don't stop, right there," O my God, Fuck me,Fuck me, Fucker, my fucker,she said .

I lay there frozen,I couldn't believe my ears. I closed my ear instead, but it wasn't working out for me, I removed my hands from my ears and listened carefully. my vj began itching me,my hand under the waistband of my blue pajama bottoms. The moment my fingers made contact, I realized just how wet I was. It wasn't just a little damp; I was soaking, my folds slick and ready. I started scratching my slippery pussy.

I ran my fingers up and down my slit, gathering the wetness before circling my clit directly. The clit was swollen and hard, vibrating under my touch. I rubbed it in tight, fast circles, matching the movement of the headboard banging against the wall. Every time I heard the slap of skin on skin from the next room, I pressed down harder at the sharp jolt of pleasure.

I spread my legs wider, bending my knees and planting my feet on the bed. I needed more. I slid two fingers inside myself, curling them upward to find that spot that made me see stars. I pumped them in and out,My hips moving up and down the bed, fucking my own hand. The wet sound of my own fingers moving inside me was loud, mixing with the noises from the other room.

I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip hard to keep from moaning. my body felt like it wanted something wild,I moved my hand back to my clit,I let myself get lost in my feeling.rubbing it violently, back and forth, side to side. The pressure built up tight in my lower belly, just like electric, My toes curled, and my legs started to shake uncontrollably,it being long my legs shook this way. I rubbed faster and harder,I felt like cumming,chasing the release . I arched my back, my whole body vibrated as wave after wave of heat rushed through me, leaving me breathing hard in the dark. It has been years since I haven't masturbated. i cleaned my fingers with my pajamas , arranged myself properly and walked fast out of my room to my son's room putting on only one slippers, while the other leg was bare.

Shut up!" I yelled. standing like a soldier"I can hear everything! You have no respect!", I shouted.

They froze, grabbing the sheets to hide. I didn't give them time to speak. I looked right at my son and said calmly, "Get dressed. We need to talk. And it's not about the noise. Your father and I are done. We are getting a divorce. I said, trying not to cry in front of my son and his girlfriend.

I left the room and gave them time to put on their clothes, he came out to the sitting room, and stood close to the black sofa I was sitting down, his girlfriend was standing a bit far from him, she looked messy, her hair was wet, and sweat dripping to her lips, her nipples pointed out of her pink shirt,her black short skirt was unzipped,she was innocently quiet.

Wtf happened mom, my son said to me, asking out of concern, your father has been cheating on me, he brought a woman to the house, and fucked her on our matrimonial bed, is that fair? I asked , I couldn't hold back the tears anymore,I began crying.

My son tried to calm me down but crying was the best way to feel relieved.he wasn't even looking sad, but I know for sure he was.He had been a strong kid since he was little. I hope he won't crash soon, I thought in my mind.