Naughty Wife’s Diary: This girl will not kill me

Friday

Our second honeymoon continued indefinitely. Jimmy is not relenting in his endeavour to prove his love for me. I guess my plan with Florence shook him up real good.

He desperately wants me to totally forget that I ‘caught’ him with another woman, in our matrimonial bedroom. And I worked hard too for him to believe that I had.

‘You know I’d never cheat on you,’ he said to me, the umpteenth time, just last night. ‘It is a simple misunderstanding. I don’t understand why Florence, or whatever is her name, did what she did.’

‘I have told you many times to forget it, I have,’ I told him, and then quickly changed the subject. I don’t like him talking about that incident at all. The more he speaks of it, the more I am reminded of my duplicity, and it infuses my heart with guilt.

I feel guilty deceiving him. And guiltier that I am now feeding off my lies, enjoying its fruits. I wish things weren’t like this.

And it all started with me peeping at Joey and Philo making love. If I hadn’t succumbed to that odious temptation, Jimmy wouldn’t have caught me in action and I wouldn’t have gone that far to make him forgive me by force by setting him up with Flo. Now, I am stuck in the aftermath of my fabrications.

Though I enjoy every bit of his affection and guilt offerings, our reconciliation romps and all, it is beginning to leave some tinge of sour taste in my mouth.

‘What are you thinking?’ Jimmy asked me this morning after he caught me staring into space, deep in thought.

‘Nothing,’ I replied, smiling up at him.

‘Didn’t I satisfy you last night?’ he teased.

He must be kidding! I still felt sore in-between my legs for being rammed into hours ago. ‘You were great.’ I reached over to pat and squeeze his butt. He was tying only a towel around his waist, his waist area to my face. He was about to have his bath and then prepare for work. I was still naked under the sheet, my back bare as I sat on the edge of the bed doing my thinking.

As I patted his bum, I noticed Jimmy’s third leg spring into life under his towel. I looked at him with mock horror. ‘What is that?’ I pointed my lips to the bump under his towel.

He feigned ignorance. ‘I don’t know what you are talking about.’ Then he grinned.

I grinned too. The smirk was wiped off my face when his towel untied and fell to the floor, and his tool nearly poked my eyes out. Much as I was tired, I was not going to allow this turgidity go to waste. I was game for one more romp. It will take my mind off my troubles for hours.

I began by taking him into my mouth. I worked my husband for some minutes, though I enjoyed it but my jaws had begun to ache. I stopped and we finished up in bed.

Jimmy left for work and I stayed long in bed thinking of what to do today. I later decided to visit the hair salon and retouch my hair and also do some mani-pedi. That was how I felt like this morning – to pamper myself. I would later drive into town to check up on the supply proposals I submitted in some offices.

I was already in the dryer when a familiar female figure walked in hand-in-hand with a tall male that also looked vaguely familiar. Then I recognised the female.

It was Florence!

So, Florence didn’t travel after all. What was she still doing in town, I asked myself as I jumped from my seat, yanking the ear pad from my head.

‘Flo,’ I called her. She stopped from talking with the hair stylist and giggling at her man. She saw me and froze momentarily. She then came to me.

‘Why are you still here?’ I asked her. ‘You are supposed to be in Calabar.’ I tried not to shout.

‘Yes,’ she replied, then looked coyly at me, ‘I met my old boyfriend.’ She sneaked a coquettish look across the room to her beau and even blew him a tiny kiss. She returned her attention to me, her eyes starry. ‘He proposed to me. He wants to marry me. I have agreed. We are getting married.

Before I could say anything too that effect, her fiancée approached me, his hand outstretched for a handshake, smiling at me as if we were long-lost siblings. I took his hand gingerly, still confused.

‘I am Mike,’ he introduced himself. ‘You don’t remember me? I was at your wedding. I was one of the groom’s men. Your husband, Jimmy and I were in school together.’

If not that I was a strong woman, I would have fainted right there and then.

‘I’ll call him up,’ he continued, oblivious of my predicament. ‘I need to invite him to my traditional wedding ceremony.’ He looked at his girl, who was then becoming increasingly uneasy. She hadn’t envisaged things going this way, her fiancé being my husband’s friend.

Our now secret looks all but blown.

How would Jimmy react when he sees Florence again?

Would he advise his friend against marrying Flo?

And what would Flo do if her man dumps her because she helped me? Why didn’t she go to Calabar as she promised? Only to wait around to meet her old boyfriend. This girl will not kill me o.

And if she confessed, what would become of my marriage?

Well, I left the salon feeling chased, like a demon being burned by holy fire. I am in serious trouble. My recent past has come to hunt me. I quake at the outcome of my meeting with Mike and Florence, especially at Mike’s parting statement. ‘Tell Jimmy I’ll call him this week.’

Gosh! What should I do? Right now I am devastated; my nerves are in tatters.

I am no longer in control. The control has been snatched from my hands within just a few weeks.

Am I being punished? But I was only trying to keep my marriage intact.

I only have to wait till next week, and pray.

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