PART 8.
MY DESIRES
(A story Inspired by a true life event)
© Judytex
Being married doesn’t grant immunity from falling in
love with someone other than your spouse or from
developing desires for someone outside your union.
These are natural occurrences that can happen to
anyone, regardless of their religious beliefs.
It’s important to acknowledge that, no matter how
wonderful your spouse is, there will always be
someone who appears to be better than them with
certain qualities your spouse lacks. Now, this is where
self-control, contentment, and discipline come into play.
Without them, you might risk jeopardizing your union.
Regrettably, I failed to realize this in time. I knew that
my relationship with Daniel was wrong in every way,
but I couldn’t resist the temptation to have more of him.
After my first s*xu@l encounter with Daniel, I felt
deeply guilty and vowed never to repeat it. However, I
lacked the self-control to uphold my decision.
Once again, those insatiable desires of mine resurfaced.
But this time, I was hopeful that my husband would
finally be home over the weekend to fulfill my needs
so I wouldn’t need to repeat my mistakes.
In anticipation of his arrival that Friday, I returned home
earlier than usual and eagerly prepared his favorite
meal. I took a long bath, ensuring every detail was
perfect. I wore a s*xxy dress, topped it with an alluring
perfume, and applied light makeup, all in an attempt to
captivate him at first sight. However, he didn’t show up
as planned.
The children and I anxiously waited from 6 pm to 9 pm,
but they eventually drifted off to sleep. And all my
attempts to reach my husband by phone were futile, as
his line remained unreachable.
Then, at 11 p.m., he called to apologize, revealing that he
wouldn’t be returning as scheduled due to a last-minute
urgent task assigned to him by his superior. To make
matters worse, this new task required him to spend an
additional two weeks away.
My heart shattered into a million pieces upon hearing
his excuses. I stared at the carefully prepared food,
drinks, and myself, which were all in vain. Feeling
dejected, I retreated to my room, tears streaming down
my face.
After a brief moment, I sat up and, without much
thought, dialed Daniel’s number. It was the first time I
had reached out to him since our last encounter.
“Hey… what’s up? I’m surprised you decided to give me
a call. I hope all is….,” he began.
“….where are you?” I interrupted, my voice trembling.
“At home,” he responded.
“Can I come over for another ride? My body craves it
tonight,” I shamelessly admitted.
“Cool… yeah, why not? My door is always open to you,”
he replied.
“Good, I’ll be on my way. Don’t forget to have
protection ready,” I said, my voice filled with desire and
recklessness.
That night, without thinking, I grabbed my car keys and
drove to Daniel’s residence.
As soon as he opened the door, I eagerly clung to him,
wrapping my arms around his neck and engaging in a
passionate, unexpected kiss that took him by surprise.
In response, he passionately kissed me back, guiding
me to his living room. There, I gently pushed him onto
the couch and began an intim@te act, suc¢king and
intensifying his ar0usal.
In return, he reciprocated by pleasuring me and
eventually engaging in passionate lovemaking. That
night was filled with intense passion, and in the end, I
eventually drifted to sleep in his embrace.
The next morning, I woke up in shock, realizing that I
had spent the night at Daniel’s place without planning
to do so. Swiftly, I gathered my belongings and
hurriedly left his house.
However, this time, there was no remorse in me. I
continued my s*xual meetings with Daniel without
regrets. Gradually, an act that had once disgusted me
suddenly began to feel normal. That’s one thing I
realized about committing adultery. At first attempt,
committing adultery brings guilt and regret. However,
with each subsequent occurrence, the guilt and regret
transform into excuses and a sense of justification that
eventually makes it look normal and right.
We spent a full two weeks exploring and indulging our
s*xu@l fant@sies and fetishes in various locations like
his bedroom, living room, bathroom, car, and sometimes
even his balcony.
I glowed with newfound vitality, free from moodiness.
It was as if I had reclaimed my youth, and without a
doubt, those two weeks were the best of my s*xu@l
life. I even found myself hoping that my husband’s stay
would be extended.
However, during one of those nights, after an
exhaustive session of lovemaking, I lay on Daniel’s
chest when he suddenly asked,
“So, what are we now?”
His question caught me off guard, and I quickly sat up,
staring at him in astonishment.
“Is that even a question?” I scoffed in disbelief.
“Why not?” he responded, sitting up as well. “Shouldn’t
I know where I stand in all of this?”
“Come on, Daniel. I have a husband, and you know
what that means,” I replied.
“Yet, you come to me for s*xual satisfaction,” he
retorted.
“Daniel, I won’t tolerate that from you,” I warned.
“Vivian, when do you plan to confront the truth?” he
asked.
“And, what’s the truth?” I inquired.
“Isn’t it obvious that you may not be meant to be with
him? I believe fate is trying to tell you that your
husband might not be the right choice. No offense, but
if he were, you wouldn’t be here in bed with me after
being married to him for over five years,” he said.
“Enough!” I quickly silenced him.
“Vivian, you must accept that marrying that man was a
wrong decision,” he insisted.
“No, Daniel. I was never mistaken in marrying Kennedy
because he has been nothing short of the best father to
my kids and an amazing husband to me,” I defended.
“Does that make any sense to you? Alright, I can
acknowledge that he is a good father to your kids, but I
disagree with your claim that he’s an amazing husband
to you, Vivian,” he countered.
“Enough of this, Daniel. I love my husband, and that’s
final,” I declared.
“So, where does that leave me? Does it mean I’m
nothing more than a source of s*xual satisfaction?” he
asked.
“I’m sorry, Daniel. But that’s the truth. Our encounter
has been mostly about the s*xual aspect. So don’t read
any meaning to it,” I admitted, attempting to leave the
bed.
“Well, on the contrary, what I feel for you goes beyond
mere s*xual satisfaction,” he confessed.
“I don’t understand. What does that mean?” I turned to
him in shock.
“I’m still in love with you, Vivian. I’m prepared to make
things work if you leave your husband and come be
with me,” he proposed.
“Are you out of your mind?” I asked in disbelief.
“Believe me, Vivian. I will take good care of you and
treat the kids as if they were my own,” he added,
sincerity gleaming in his eyes.
To be continued……
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