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19 Jealous Husband
19 Jealous Husband

19 Jealous Husband

CobraCobra

After lunch, the children outside blissfully playing, the questions began at the kitchen table. I didn't know how to answer. I’d been gone too long, came home too late and obviously had taken a shower just before returning yet still smelled of sex. He kept pestering me to tell the truth, assured me he already knew, claimed he understood and it was okay but to be honest. I knew I should deny but he would not accept my lies. I was cornered. The only out, surrender. I finally blurted out. "We screwed!"

Just 2 words, once said immediately regretted, grieved for a life time.

Stunned, he started questioning about details, wanted to know again who, if I had an orgasm and if we used a condom and even whose, when I said we used one. I yelled in defense he was jealous just as I knew he would be and walked out to the bedroom, afraid he would be enraged and hit me, something I never feared before.

Instead of attacking me with jealousy he followed and again attacked me sexually. He grabbed me, threw me on the bed, striped off my clothes, spread my legs and entered me, a look or rage on his face. I didn’t resist. I accepted marriage rape as deserved punishment. Not having answered his question if I experienced an orgasm the night before, I faked a big one as he finished.

After sex, he bombarded me with questions about his performance, his rage somewhat abated.

"Am I as good? Did you enjoy it? Do you still love me"?

He was insecure. I tried to hug him but he pulled away. I pleaded.

“You don’t need to worry. Only you are my husband. I only did it because it was part of your swinging thing. I wanted to see if you still loved me, to see if you’d get jealous. I’m sorry I hurt you. I won’t do it again. It’s over.”

Lies spewed on the wing of the moment. Well not all, I was sorry I hurt him.

We avoided one another the rest of the day. That night, in the living room, the kids tucked in bed, he started anew. He demanded to know who it was, who had entered his wife.

“Who screwed you!”

I couldn’t reveal Edward. If I did it was all over with Edward, perhaps even my marriage. I still wanted both. We had a screaming match as hubby kept cross examining to box in my lies. I told him I couldn’t talk about it. It only made him jealous and it was over, I wouldn’t do it again. Finally, I yelled.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

This sent him into a screaming argument which I responded to in like manner. I then shut down, hands on my ears and refused to talk. He responded by stomping to our bedroom and slamming the door shut as if to say I was now out.

I sat on the sofa pretending to watch TV as my situation played out before me. I knew Edward was a dead end but knew I couldn’t stop seeing him. I knew I loved my family and didn’t want a divorce. I knew I was making a mess of my life.

I got up and checked on the kids, terrified they heard the yelling. They were both asleep. Assured, I tossed and turned on the sofa until drifting asleep about an hour before I had to rise again to get the kids off to school and my husband to work.

As my eyes opened he stood before me. He was holding a cup of coffee.

I was scared he might throw it at me but instead he said he loved me and offered it to me. I stood up and told him I loved him and would never leave him but what was done was done. I could see he, like me, had spent a night of tossing and turning without sleep. My heart went out to him. I hugged him and we lay on the sofa hugging without a word until the kids demanded breakfast.

I got up and fixed waffles, and sausages until the kids could eat no more. Hubby ate little. Sullen but without further argument he got ready for work. The kids assured all was well in their world left for school. It was like old times but it wasn’t.

As hubby left for work I stopped him.

“It’s okay, honey. You needn’t worry. It’s over. I’m never going to be “sociable” again. I didn’t want to anyway. It’s done. It’s over. We’re going to move on and forget it.”

He didn’t respond, just left. I accepted his silence as the first step in his healing.

The words blurted out, "We screwed!" could never be retrieved. My Camelot had crumbled, Sir Lancelot had breached the moat. I was Guenevere, the traitor, hubby poor King Arthur. When swing shift time came it was the first time I took sick leave but not the las.

My only option was guile, convince hubby it was over, create an artifice of faithfulness with a secrete me, a secret me who met Edward and live 2 lives in one.

That evening, in front of him, I threw away the condoms he bought for his swinging agenda to evince him it was truly over and mollify his wrath by placing some guilt on him. I changed the bed sheets and climbed in and waited in the nightie he most liked me to wear while he brushed his teeth. He came out of the bathroom, looked about and climbed in bed.

He took me softly, as his wife. We were back together, in our bedroom, in our marriage bed. I knew it wasn’t the end of his ire but it was the beginning.

Assured sleep greeted me after he withdrew. I comfortably slept on the wet spot, one without sperm. Thereafter I let him have sex whenever he sought and always climaxed even if faked. We still argued but not about the night I admitted, “We screwed!”. Its friction generated arguments, arguments about little things and my infidelity but the words were in the marriage closet.

Afraid of his jealousy, I never mentioned swinging or my infidelity. If he brought up my having sex with another I responded by saying it was a terrible mistake, like a car accident something which happened, it was just sex, like swinging and it was over. I inferred it was a mistake we both made.

All untrue, I was seeing Edward.

My clandestine affair went into a complex stealth mode. I wanted to spend nights with Edward when possible rather than race home as if Cinderella. Edward switched his once a week night off from Saturday to Friday. With ample sick leave, 2 to 3 times a month I called in “sick” on Friday and Edward and I spent the night together, unfettered by the clock’s stroke of midnight. During the week, I drove to Edward’s for “nooners”. It was sex with Edward 2 to 3 times a week, and ditto for hubby. In two separate worlds, I milked 2 men and loved them both. The trick was keeping my separated lives from accidental commingling.

My marriage changed. I became the dominate half. Hubby lacked his former confidence. I switched his underwear to boxer trunks and bought brass candle holders and bee's wax candles for our bedroom. Still, as a woman I worked at rebuilding his ego even while betraying and endangering it.

I acted like an adult woman with Edward, one who enjoyed sex. When together we were partners, I no longer in awe of him. I redecorated his apartment, did his laundry and cooked for him. I tried to control both, as a woman is wont to do.

Author Notes: to keep her marriage and her affair the wife goes into deep lies by developing 2 separate lives.

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Posted:
3 Jul, 2017
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