I had
her skirt hiked up around her waist, her panties, bra and shirt flung to the
far corners of the room, as the head slipped past her lower lips she clutched
me. Hard. Harder even than when she had climaxed earlier. I pulled back a bit
and repeated the partial entry. Her face was contorted. She said
her first words; ‘Fuck Me’ I didn’t. I could hear telltale sounds of
fresh lovemaking from the next room. I buried my lips next to her ear.
‘What
did you say?’ She repeated herself. I slid an inch forward. Then out
again. Who? I asked. Who? When she said my name it sounded better
than I could have ever hoped. I slid all the way in and said ‘Louder’.
With each thrust her voice rose and every time I pulled back, I repeated
myself. It had become a battle of sounds now, they had gotten louder, and
I knew they had heard us, I was satisfied. As she came, she gave an extra
treat, she screamed my name and surname this time, at the top of her lungs.
Instantly,
the lovemaking in the next room ceased, I smiled as she fell asleep with her
head on my chest. My wife called. I told her how lonely it
was in Lagos and sent a picture of myself in an empty hotel room. There were no
sounds from the other room all night.
In
the morning, the lover’s wife was distraught. He didn’t deserve
her. I had us packed and ready to go then I sent my wife a message, I had
just landed and I was in a taxi on the way home and that I hoped she had packed,
the flight for Ireland was scheduled to leave at noon. I listened hard.
When their door opened, I opened ours and stepped out. He saw me first,
and then his wife. I could see all three of them go through the
emotions. Self-righteous rage, confusion and then slowly, understanding.
He
knew now that it was his wife who had screamed my name and that we had heard
them as well. She knew now that I had lied to her and slept with her best
friend’s wife and that I had caught her cheating. The lover’s wife only
knew that she had been unfaithful and that her husband had been as well.
His business trips suddenly made sense.
The
one thing none of them knew was that I was not as shocked or outraged as they
were. I smiled and pulled the envelope with the divorce papers out of my
bag. I handed them to her and walked out. When her lawyer tried to
apply for settlement, I told the Court I had nothing. I had donated
all our property to a Ireland charity. All bank accounts had been cleared
out leaving barely enough to survive for 2 weeks. There was nothing to be
done, the property wasn’t mine anymore.
When
the divorce became final, I raised some money from my friends and found the
next flight to Ireland. She was broke and so was her lover. His
wife had kicked him out. They could have been broke together but even
that was not on the cards. It turned out he preferred his wife, mine was
just a good lay. She wouldn’t have him back but he dumped my wife to show
her he had changed.
When
I arrived at the office of the charity I had set up for this purpose, I
presented the second document to its manager. He signed.
I was
free and with all of my wealth, minus a cheating wife and 10% of the net worth
which went to the Charity. My lawyer had said they could only touch
property acquired during our marriage, I sold it all. He said funds in my
name would be subject, I gave it all away. When I got it back the
marriage had been dissolved, she was not entitled. It was perfectly
legal.
I
know what you are thinking. I lied to my wife, I stalked her, I involved
another innocent woman, led her on for months. Well, not exactly, I did
write the book. I documented the discovery, the stalking, the plan and
its execution. It hit the shelves a week ago in all my distribution
zones and was an instant bestseller in all of them.
I
didn’t stab my wife and her lover when I saw them in my pool, that would have
been foolish. I waited over a year but I ruined their lives. I bought
myself a new home in Liverpool, a few cars as well, the success of the new book
covered my tracks.
My
new home is large and luxurious, I had the pool cemented over the day I moved
in, on rough nights I walk out onto my balcony and look at the solid grey slab
that used to be filled with clear blue water and then I go back to bed and
sleep like a baby.
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