The Honest Philanderer

The first time.

My lovely wife,

I love you with all my heart and I will never love anybody else the way my heart loves and clings to you. It has been my life's biggest blessing to have seen you, got acquainted and fallen in love with you and every day ever since, you've been the perfect woman.

Those morning hugs we've shared, the one on your way to the bathroom, with your chest bare, your breast drooling, your face splattered with foam from the toothpaste, one hand holding me to you while the other held your toothbrush, the carefree sauntering, the feeling when your pink free standing nipples caress the hairs on my chest...those mornings, they are the best mornings of my life. The smile that usually plays on your face those days is the best.

Every morning I looked forward to the kiss and farewell smooches before we both headed off for our workplaces. You, in those lovely pants and perfect crisps near transparent shirts that accentuate your terrific figures and me, in my suits that you make me wear because you say they drive your ovaries nuts.

When you walk to the car, I watch you, the gingerly strides, the sound of your heels as they hit the ground like fingers striking a piano, the swerve of your one in a million hips. I could stare and stay in that moment for life, it always got me, each time different from the day before. More beauty, more awesomeness, and even more reasons to fall in love afresh.

Nothing in my life made more meaning.

You were perfect for me. Wholly and completely. Nothing was missing.

Lines fell in perfect places for me.

It was perfect, me and you. This Perfect is meant for a lifetime.

A perfect beautiful sunny afternoon in 99, the carpets got pulled from under my feet. I tested the sun and quickly, it all came apart. Everything!

Ah, Ademola! Why did he send me on such an errand? Why did Taye even agree to have me pick her? Ademola had sent me on that errand maybe because he was my friend of many years, because he trusted me, because he trusted Taye his wife of many years too. I was a good family friend, but even that wasn't enough. He could have sent his driver or even a cab.

I am sure you remember Ademola, my friend who resides in Lekki. The suave dapper guy who always dresses well even if it is for an evening stroll on the playground beside his house. The ardent Chelsea supporter.

His wife's name is Taye. She is petite, athletic and very elegant. She has small breasts, pronounced nipples, flat tummy, brilliant eyes, wide hips, shapely bum, and a girlish look with brown toned skin.

Taye had gone for swimming lessons.

When I got to the spar to pick her up, I was told she was still at the pool side. I strolled to the pool side. I could see her face from afar. Her body was submerged. So, I waved, and she waved back. I found myself a seat, sank into it and ordered two glasses of Chapman, took mine and slowly it closed my eyes.

It was a quick errand, and nothing could go wrong.

It was 3pm, sunny and airy.

Chapman, it sure looked like a feminine drink. I loved the lemon umbrella like stuff that hung on the glass, it made it look so exotic. The colorful cocktail looked exceptionally beautiful, and too sexy to upset my brain. It complemented where I was seated under a shade, close to the pool but just a tad private. I was good. On a pool side sit, my legs crossed. My eyes closed.

My eyes were open, yet I began to daydream.

Time passed quickly.

Something peppered my lips.
It tasted like raspberry. Yes, it must have come from the drink. I didn't know they used flavored vodka for Chapman.

Did you know that about Chapman?

Well, I licked my lips. It touched something. It was soft and sweet. I licked it again. This time I sucked on it, it felt soft and sensuous. The sweet signal.

I opened my eyes. It was a pair of lips. Ox blood lips stick painted. It was gorgeous. First, I was perplexed, I should have been strong enough to get upset, push the lips away, the face too and walk away.

I am married. My mouth managed to mutter a faint appeal.

Her lips closed in on mine again. This time, more sensuous. I couldn't talk, I couldn't keep my hands to myself. Like a summon, my right hand went under, the other followed. My fingers found breasts, soft, smooth, and drooping. I felt hungry.

I touched the breasts, smooched, squeezed, and pinched. Each time, my mind was at war, but my soul felt at peace. It was too wrong to be wrong. I felt excited, every fiber in my body responded to every touch.

She touched my nipple.

I didn't know mine was useful.

You never used to touch them? Why?

Well, she squeezed them, it rattled my core. She fondled and fondled I almost squealed like a baby. She gently bit my right nipple while her other hand played with my ear lobe.

Who does that, right? My dirty earlobe. It was freakish. I almost peed myself.

She went down to my navel, in panic I opened my eyes, it was still an open place. It had to be a dream. My Chapman was working.

Since it was a dream, why not, dreams can't count as sin. Everybody dreams, I rationalized.

I let my left hand into her pants slowly, waiting for her to stop me. I got to the brush of pubic hair lining the entrance of her G spot. It was seamless. My heartbeat doubled.

My dear, it was all too quick.

My fingers got sticky.
Why was she wet so quickly? You used to stay much longer before you got wet, sometimes you never even got there. Here I was, in a flash, she was wet. I bet it's the dream sequence. I was beginning to like how dreams played out. It patronized me, this dream, everything worked. I felt a strong electrical surge all over me.

My index finger dug in.

She moaned; the sound was eerie. I swear my stud was stretched beyond its elastic limit now. I tried to hold my breath, I tried to put myself together. My fingers dug into her, just inside the soft pit at the valley where her thighs meet. I slipped in my fingers, squeezed out, slipped in again in repetition, it was smooth and silky. Nothing ever felt better.

Don't get me wrong, you are extremely sweet too, but this felt different, quite different, like the taste of stolen chocolate from a sibling's fridge.

We kissed. The lower lips first, the upper lips followed. Then the whole lips and her tongue joined the fray. Her mouth became overtly soft and wet. she bit me a little, sensuously. I swear, at this point I could not feel my legs.

She asked me where my car was parked.

I don't fully recall what followed. I promise, no lies, I just don't remember.

When I woke up, I was on the passenger seat of my car, the seat completely depressed. My fly was open with seminal fluid everywhere. My white shirt was completely messed up. I raised my head to look at the clock and it was 9:06pm

I bet you are thinking what I am thinking. I don't have the answers.

I don't think it was Taye. She was long gone.

She is too decent for a thing like that.

She is a good wife.

I am yet to summon courage to ask her though. What would I say?

She just wears a smile when I drop by their house to see Ademola, nothing more. She just wears a glowing smile and goes her way. No guilt in those smiles. She is not a suspect.

There was a text from Taye the next day after the incident, 'Thank you.'

I hope you can forgive me. I am still your man.

I had a wet dream, a sordid episode of wet dream. Wet dreams shouldn't count as sins. This one should not. It was vivid, but it is what it is. A wet dream at Bubble Spar, Atlantis Hotel.