THE ADVENTURES OF A SEXY COLONEL'S WIFE PART 2

His approach was heavenly, and it takes only a person with a motive to understand his strategy. He helped in all aspects, comforted and supported in building up trust so well. It wasn’t easy living in an environment that abruptly became a haven of boredom. I was opportuned to talk to my husband before long, and I mentioned the kindness, he skipped the response, and his silence meant consent to me. George told me the rights of a full military wife. How your husband is not allowed to beat you, and if a military officer should sleep with another officer’s wife, it’s punishable by life imprisonment. I built my day around him, cooked for him, and looked forward to when he would come. We became so close and it progressed into personal discussion. Our discussion ranged from sex with my husband to my ex. He knew practically everything about my childhood, and he also in return had a gist per day. We laughed and played, and I wore his cap, and practiced some parade at home. He was so subtle in dealing with me. Pecks are regular occurrences, but I didn’t know my entirety was getting attached to him. I was about to undergo an unbelievable experience, and only providence could judge it.

I seldom go out, thus every outing counts. It was a Saturday and it was raining. We were in the house together in a weather for two. He had started the whole sexual talks. I participated so well in it, as if I was acting out maturity. He had promised we were going out that evening, so everything was funny. George was lying down on the couch in the sitting room, while I was in the kitchen. We were talking through the open kitchen doors, I was doing the dishes; “not from usage though but non usage” I suddenly felt someone’s arm going round me, and surprisingly I couldn’t react negatively. I was succumbing to what he was doing. Until that point, I didn’t know I needed it that much. The masculine touch has been wonderful. I lost control of my body into the arms of another man. I thought of my husband immediately, but in all truth, there was nothing I could do to help him.

I turned to George, to see the reality in which I was getting involved with. He held me close for a start, and I could feel him hard down there. I longed for this but with my husband. Here I am having an option; he removed my top to expose my joggling breast, and slowly made his lips like that of a piper for the juice reservoir.  It started in the kitchen and ended in the bathroom. I felt ashamed afterwards. I have broken the covenant I made with my husband. I started crying and he came to pet me. His touch was a call for more which I couldn’t reject again. And thus we continued the sex. That was the genesis of the secret affair. 

The next few days saw George telling me about all about the military. He gave me stories on survival in another man’s land. He said whenever you conquer the rebels in any society; you look like gods to them and they offer you whatever you desire. He had slept with a mother and daughter once, when he went for peace keeping. All these started creating a picture of my husband enjoying what he is denying me. I was bitter with him. He also told me I should make sure my husband is tested well for STD when he comes, else he could infect me. I suddenly started feeling a kind of rejection for him. At this point I didn’t miss him again. 

George is a breast freak. I don’t wear bras when I’m with him. He bought for me a wrist watch, and started acting like we were in love. The affection was growing and I started having feelings for him also. We ate dinner together most times, and whenever his wife comes around I feel cheated on. Presently I feel I’ve enjoyed sex more with George, than my husband.

It was two days to their return, and the atmosphere had been tense. George had thought me how to rearrange myself, and that my countenance towards him should be cheery, but with no affection. I couldn’t do what he said, but I knew I would do something. They were all locked out for four days after they came, to check for diseases they might have brought back with them.  At last he was around. I made his favourite dish for him, and we talked all through the night. He wasn’t tired or fagged out as I expected, and I suspected he really went for a mission.  The next point of suspicion came when there was no urge for sex. I knew my husband. He doesn't joke with that. It means what George said was correct. Hatred was setting in, but I had to conceal my own activities also, thus I climbed on him like a horny fool, and banged the WAR out of him. He responded a little, but I didn’t feel him like George.

Its three months now and we are stable. George was practically no more. He became interested in my husband and was doing everything to help him. Whatever he wants I tell George, but he doesn't know how things play. My husband had gone to play tennis with his friends; it was a normal Saturday routine. The dispatch rider had come with two envelopes for my husband. We’ve opened letters together in the past, thus I can read the good news and report it to him when he comes back. The letter headed papers makes me know if its official, but this was on a plain sheet, and the first paragraph made me know I was in a mess.

Dear Stephen,

I want to use this opportunity to thank you again and again for what you did for me and my family. My mum can walk well well now. The bullet has been finally removed from my brothers back and I de expect our baby in less than two weeks now. I don’t pray for problem in our community again but I am wanting you to come all the time. Don’t stay away for long please and the money you give us for the belle has finished. I have only one thousand remain. You can send money to Tonye. How is my senior wife, greet her for me; very soon we will know ourselves. Thank you again and God go de bless you in everything you do.

Your second wife

Margaret.   

I woke and saw I was in the hospital, beside me were Stephen and George. I’m surrounded with hatred and love. I tried to sit up but they put me back on the bed. I smiled at both of them and swore in my mind: I must create another side of this story….