If this is what it means to cheat on my husband, I will do it again – part 3
I couldn’t wait for my husband to enter the bathroom so I can call Eedris and ask him why he did it after asking him not to.
But my husband was still lying on the bed, cuddling me, engaging me in a conversation just to make up for the lost times.
But I was no longer interested. At this point, I’m no longer interested.
But he can’t read my mind to understand what I wanted, he was trying to be a good husband, making up for the hardship he made his wife experience.
So I had no other option than to continue lying on his chest as he stroke my hair, but that didn’t stop me from reminiscing the beautiful moments I spent with Eedris.
I kept wishing to have such wonderful experience again and to have it forever.
So finally, he remembered to take his bath.
He then begged me to allow him take his bath, that he will return to me before I knew it.
Just imagine, he was trying to be romantic.
Since Eedris is good in talking some senses into him, I should ask him to advise him to avoid showing any romantic gestures, because he is never good at it.
Even our love making is nothing to write home about. All he does is, kiss and then insert, that is all.
I don’t know why I never noticed this before getting married to him. The little moment I spent with Eedris, he showed me that, men are truly different in that area. All men are not the same.
So after he entered the bathroom, I quickly took my phone and headed to the “sit out” to call Eedris. He has some explanations to do.
On the first dial, he picked and gave me this his soft tone, like someone who is moaning on top of a woman.
I felt the voice as my veins tightened. This guy has been my husband’s friend for ages, how come I never saw him in this direction?
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Well, I shouldn’t get carried away and forgot the reason I called.
So, I began by asking him how his night was going and what he ate that night.
He said, nothing, that he didn’t eat that night, that he only drank juice, that he has no woman to cook for him.
And I just felt bad for him. I wished for a super power to teleport to his house and feed him something.
And yes, I still got carried away. His effect on me was much, I even forgot the reason I called, but good thing was that, he brought it up.
He asked me how my husband was, and hope he has changed, like he promised him.
I told him yes and then asked him why he still went ahead to talk to him when I strictly begged him not to.
And he said, he saw it wise to do so, that I’m a nice woman who deserves the best.
That he wants my happiness, and that was why he did it.
So I asked him if he regretted what we did.
And this silence gave me shivers.
I repeated the question, he then breathed hard and ended the call.
What? The line went dead, like seriously? He hung up, bullshiting my questions. I dialed the line again, but he rejected it. One thing I hate in life is being treated unfairly.
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