PART 10.
MY DESIRES
(A story inspired by a true-life event)
After listening to Kennedy’s words, It dawned on me
the importance of communication and mutual
understanding in a relationship or marriage. If he had
earlier shared with me how his past had shaped his
workaholic lifestyle, maybe I wouldn’t have jumped to
conclusions and pursued my desires, assuming he didn’t
care about my feelings.
Now, I’m faced with a dilemma involving Daniel. How
can I remove him from the picture without angering
him enough to reveal the truth to my husband? These
thoughts weighed heavily on my heart after my
conversation with Kennedy.
The next morning, as I was lost in thought during my
shower, my husband interrupted my reverie with a
knock on the bathroom door.
“Hey, babe,” he called from outside.
“Yes?” I responded with curiosity.
“Hurry up and come take your calls. Someone’s been
calling you nonstop,” he said.
I turned off the shower to hear him clearly and asked,
“And who could that be?”
“I don’t know. You saved the name with just the letter
D,” he replied.
At that moment, I realized it was Daniel calling, and my
heart raced with fear. I rushed out of the bathroom and
sn*tched my phone from my husband, who looked
puzzled.
“Why the rush? Is everything okay?” he asked calmly.
“Huh?” I stammered, struggling for a response.
“Was the call so important that you had to rush out of
the bathroom, n***d and covered in soap foam?” he
teased with a soft smile.
“Don’t mind me. It’s my delivery guy. He’s supposed to
pick up some items from the shop this morning and
deliver them to an important customer of mine. He’s
probably calling to check if I’m at the shop,” I lied
convincingly, faking a smile and discreetly turning off
my phone.
“Oh, that explains why you saved his name with just
the letter D. You can be funny sometimes, you know?”
he laughed, and I joined in, feeling a wave of relief.
Then, I caught him admiring my n***d body from head
to toe.
“What’s with the flirty look this morning?” I teased,
unable to stop smiling.
“You look beautiful. How do you maintain such a
perfect body after all these years?” he asked sincerely
captivated by my nuddity.
“It’s all thanks to you, my beloved husband,” I replied
with a smile.
“How about we have a little chat in there before I head
to work?” he suggested, desire evident in his eyes.
“Are you serious right now? Who chats inside the
bathroom? Besides, you’ve already showered. Why
don’t you get dressed for work?” I suggested, but he
approached me and held my waist.
“Work can wait. I need this important chat with you, or
I won’t be able to focus on work today,” he said,
sealing his words with a kiss on my forehead.
“But I have to drop the kids off at school and I am
running late already,” I protested, but his grip tightened.
“Don’t worry. I won’t take up much of your time,” he
assured me, silencing me with a deep kiss.
Slowly, he took the phone from me and led me back
into the bathroom, shutting the door behind us. He
carefully dropped the phone on the bathroom sink and I
immediately wrapped my arms around him, while we
shared a passionate kiss. That moment felt like a
flashback to our wedding night which was filled with
intense and unforgettable intimacy.
He guided me under the shower and turned it on,
creating the sensation of kissing in the rain as water
cascaded over us. As our kiss deepened, his hand
ventured between my legs, caressing me sensually.
I couldn’t help but m**n with pleasure, grabbing his
shoulder firmly. He transitioned from caressing to more
intimate exploration, and it was pure ecstasy, causing
me to m**n even louder. Just as I was about to let out
a louder m**n, he whispered in my ear,
“Easy, the kids are still at home.”
We both burst into laughter.
After an extended fore play, he turned me around and
bent me over giving me an intense thrust from behind.
He took me to heights of pleasure. A reminder of the
passionate connection we shared, and that morning, we
both made good use of every moment to increase our
bonds, and it ended with smiles of pure satisfaction.
A few hours later, after I had dropped the kids off at
school, I finally switched on my phone and dialed
Daniel’s number.
“Let’s meet, we need to talk,” I said as soon as he
answered my call.
We met a short while later at the secluded eatery
where we had our first date which led to an intimate
encounter in his car.
The atmosphere was tense and our expressions filled
with unresolved emotions as we sat facing each other.
“Daniel…, as I mentioned on the phone, we really need
to have this conversation,” I nervously began, my gaze
locked onto him.
“Finally, you want to talk after ignoring my calls and
avoiding me for days,” Daniel responded, leaning in, his
clasped hands resting on the table, his eyes fixed firmly
on me.
“Daniel, ignoring you wasn’t intentional. You called
when my husband was around, so how could I have
possibly answered? Do you want to get me into
trouble?” I questioned.
“I see… so he’s back,” Daniel nodded, leaning back in his
chair as if something had just clicked.
“Daniel, I don’t know how to put this, but I hope you
respect my decision without trying to convince me
otherwise,” I said.
“What is it?” He replied.
“Daniel, these past few days, I’ve taken time to reflect
on all that has been going on between us and I’ve
concluded that it’s not right as it poses a threat to my
marriage. So, It’s best we put an end to it,” I said,
avoiding his gaze.
“Vivian, how can it be wrong when you don’t feel
anything for the man you married? I know you are only
staying with him for the kids. But that won’t be an
issue, I’m willing to accept them as my own if you
choose to be with me. Come on, It’s wrong to deny
yourself the happiness you deserve,” he argued.
“Daniel, I love and made a vow to my husband, and I
can’t keep betraying him like this. Right now, I regret
my actions and wish I could turn back time and avoid
this mess, however, the deed has been done already.
So right now, I am focusing on fixing the mess I’ve
made and working on rebuilding my marriage and my
relationship with my husband,” I explained.
“So, you’re just going to throw away what we had?
What about us, Vivian?” Daniel’s anger began to surface
in his tone.
“I’m sorry, Daniel. What we had was a mistake that
shouldn’t have happened. My desires and wrong
assumptions about my husband led me to seek solace
in your arms. But I’ve realized my mistakes and want to
make amends. I hope you understand,” I said.
“In the end, I was just a means of s*xual satisfaction to
you, right?” Daniel scoffed, his eyes reflecting hurt.
“Truthfully, you meant more than that to me, Daniel.
Seeking solace in you shows how much trust I have in
you. You helped me when my mental health was
deteriorating. Our time together brought back
memories, both good and bad. Sometimes, I imagined a
life with you and the kids. You weren’t just a source of
pleasure but a savior. I’m grateful for your presence in
my life, but I can’t let it destroy my marriage. I can’t live
this lie. So, I’ve decided to set you free. Move on, find
your love while I focus on rebuilding my life and
marriage,” I confessed.
Hearing this, Daniel stared at me for a long moment, as
if processing everything. Eventually, he smiled and
replied,
“Vivian, it’s ironic how I thought I had lost you when I
watched you walk down the aisle on your wedding
day. However, when you reappeared in my life five
years later, I assumed it was fate bringing us back
together. When we finally made out in the car, I was
convinced beyond doubt that you were mine. You can’t
blame me for feeling this way, even though you’re
married because I never stopped loving you, and being
with you felt like home.”
“It did for me too, Daniel. But sadly, there’s no us
anymore. We’re different people now,” I replied.
“Just as I had expected. In the end, you chose your
husband over me, despite knowing how much you
mean to me,” he said, his voice laced with hurt.
“I’m sorry, Daniel…”
“It’s okay, Vivian. I understand. You know, I never
thought I would say this, however, I have no choice but
to respect your decision. It hurts, but I can’t keep you
tied to something that’s tearing you apart. Besides, they
say letting go is a form of love,” Daniel said, a tear
rolling down his cheek.
Overwhelmed by emotion, I replied,
“Thank you, Daniel. I will always cherish what we had,
and I wish you the best in your endeavors. It was nice
knowing you.”
“Same here, Vivian. I wish you happiness in your
marriage,” He responded, his tear-filled eyes bearing the
weight of our history and the pain of parting.
Before leaving the eatery, he requested me,
“Do me a favor and block me so I can’t contact you any
further. I don’t want to be tempted to come back.”
I nodded, unable to speak, and walked away with my
heart breaking, knowing our affair was over. It was
painful, but it was the right thing to do.
Months went by, and I buried the memories of Daniel
and focused on my marriage. At first, everything
seemed fine, but then, a new issue emerged. I found
myself constantly reminded of Daniel whenever my
husband and I were intimate. This led to me comparing
my husband’s lovemaking skills to Daniel’s, making s*x
less enjoyable. I realized I needed help because no
matter how many times my husband and I were
intimate, I always wanted more.
I sought the guidance of a s*x ther*pist, who diagnosed
me with s*x addiction after examining my s*x history.
My problem was eventually traced back to Daniel who
was the first man to explore my s*xuality during my
early university days.
Back then, we had an extremely active s*x life,
sometimes we engaged in s*x more than five times a
day. This pattern continued until our breakup five years
later after which, I dated and married Kennedy, who
had a different approach to intimacy.
This contributed to my belief that only Daniel could truly
satisfy me due to my addiction to our intense s*xual
encounters.
Overcoming my addiction was a challenging journey,
but after a year of therapy, I began to genuinely enjoy
s*x with my husband. Our marriage was back on track
until an unexpected event occurred two weeks after
our sixth wedding anniversary.
My shop was robbed by one of my longest-serving
salesgirls, who disappeared with both cash and my
goods.
To aid the police investigation, my husband suggested
reviewing the CCTV footage from the past year to
uncover any additional thefts. Unbeknownst to me,
while going through the CCTV footage, he stumbled
upon footage of Daniel kissing me in the shop the other
day he visited the previous year.
To be continued…
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