The Affair

Nakida

This has become some porn book😂😂don't worry guys we are soon past it

Silence. It was deafening. It was my turn to speak. I knew it was but I didn't know what to say. I believe Clarence. I really did. He saw me. A me who I thought had died after marrying Armante. He saw me and I didn't know what to do so I kissed him
He kissed me back. Passionately
He tasted like mint, magic and melancholy and I couldn't keep away. He felt right.
His hands started to wander under my top and mine followed suit under his. His chest was top notch. Borderline abs if only he worked out. Reminded me of Armante. Armante. Shit my husband.
I pulled away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can't do this" I panted as I opened his car door.
"What. Why?" Clarence said, completely bewildered
"I'm sorry" I whispered one last time and got out of his car.
He called out to me but I didn't look back. I began to run, My legs eating up the distance. I was running out of my breath but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I had to get home to my husband. He was the right one. He always was and always should be.

When I got home, Armante wasn't in. Obviously. It was only three and he wouldn't be home anytime soon.

He got home late and when he did, he walked in and demanded I slept with him. So I did. It was rough and hard and he finished relatively quick without muttering a word all the way through. It was clear that he no longer enjoyed me.
Not satisfied, I slid under the covers and slipped my hands in my pants. It felt good. Better. I closed my eyes. I saw him. Clarence. I saw Clarence.
I ran my hands through his short spiky hair. Kissed his soft pink lips.
I could feel him. On me. In me. Everywhere.
Clarence.

"Nakida. Nakida"
I jolted awake. Armante was calling me
"Yes yes" I replied
"Clarence?"
"What do you mean?"
"You were calling his name"
"Was I? Weird" I said trying to avoid the discussion. I wasn't ready to get caught. Not yet.
"So who is this Clarence" Armante inquired
"I'm pretty tired. Can we sleep" I told him as I turned round. He didn't speak again.

And we just lay there in silence, my conscience playing a wrestling match in my head.