My desires episode 8



(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 sexu@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 sexxy 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 sexual 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 sexu@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 sexu@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 sexual 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 sexual satisfaction?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, Daniel. But that’s the truth. Our encounter has been mostly about the sexual 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 sexual 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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