The trail of a promiscuous spouse
By Emmanuel Chinyamakobvu
Titus and his newly wedded young wife Samantha were not on good terms. In fact Samantha was convinced that Tito, as she preferred calling him was having an affair with the pretty housemaid. Samantha had hired Anita to assist with the house chores. Her nursing job at the local hospital was taking all out of her and she felt she needed the help of Anita to give herself more time with her husband as and whenever she was home.
Not knowing what to do, Samantha decided to give her maid a chance for the benefit of the doubt. On the Friday morning of that week Samantha summoned Anita after breakfast for a frank woman-to-woman talk.
“Anita, I am very pleased with your work,” started Samantha, “but I don’t think I am happy with you developing a close friendship with my husband. You are here to help with the housework, in particular the kitchen. Anything to do with my husband and my bedroom has completely nothing to do with you. I look after my husband myself and therefore I do not expect you to do anything in that regard…..
“…… Should I suspect that you are having anything to do with my bedroom and my husband you might as well pack your belongings and leave before I skin you alive. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Madam.” Responded the shell shocked Anita.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” asked Samantha.
“No Madam, I don’t,” replied Anita not knowing what to expect next.
“Take this weekend off and come back on Monday next week…. See you on Monday,”ordered Samantha. Anita took a few of her belongings she needed for the weekend and left.
Wanting to set a trap for her husband, Samantha did not inform Tito when he returned home from work that evening that Anita was away for the weekend. Incidentally, that night when they went to bed, Tito had a running stomach. Getting out of bed, he excused himself saying“Excuse me Samantha it must be something that I ate either today or yesterday. My stomach is at it again. It looks like I will have to sleep in the toilet today,” and he disappeared towards the guests bathroom.
As soon as Tito closed the bathroom door, Samantha promptly dashed along the corridor, out at the back, went round the house, on to the verandah and into Anita’s bedroom. She just had the time to switch the lights off when the door quietly opened and closed again. The intruder locked the door behind him and wasted no time. He seemed to know his way in the darkness and he did not say a word. He quickly took off his clothes, joined Samantha under the blankets on the bed and started feeling around her waist and fondling her breasts. Samantha responded, caressing and kissing him passionately.
Momentarily he had taken off all her underwear and got on top of her......Samantha was enjoying every split second of the exploit sharing her forbidden fruit of nature. It was as ravaging an encounter as it was a steaming exploit.
When he had finished and still panting, Samantha said “You didn’t expect to find me in this bed, did you?” and switched on the light.
“No indeed, Madam, I didn’t,” said in a very low voice the young man who lodged next door to the dumbfounded Samantha. “I expected Anita and not you, Madam,”........... “I am very sorry Madam for what has happened. Please do not report me to your husband. It was never my intention.”
Samantha did not say a word…..
“Madam, your husband is a very lucky man,” he said. “You were very good Madam and I hope you were not disappointed with me either.” Noticing the shock in her eyes he added, “Don’t worry Madam your secret is safe with me,” he said zipping his mouth. “But in the event that your husband finds out, as he is bound to do one day, my arms will be wide open for you. One more thing, of course at any time you can have my shoulders to cry on and if anything, I am just next door.” He blew a kiss in her direction, switched off the light and left as quietly as he had come, closing the door behind him.
………That was the condemned night when the illicit affair between Samantha and Toby had begun many years ago............until that fateful day when Marjorie was taken to hospital ill, in the middle of the night.
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