THE ADVENTURES OF A SEXY COLONEL'S WIFE PART 3

In a short while I was escorted back to our apartment. I didn’t want to think about it, neither was I interested in saying a word about it. My world has crumbled in the hands of the man I’m supposed to love. George tried to bring it up with me in explanations of mistake around Stephen; but in all sincerity my mind was made up. The result of that insincerity and infidelity is what we are all still greeting today. 

What else can a man want in a woman that I don’t have?  In my possession of beauty I was a runner up in a pageant: I’m tall with long legs, eloquent in communications, built in home training, I complement any man interested in a getting a better future, but I’ve been relegated to the least of beast. At this point I knew how scattered men are. My husband didn’t talk about this at all. We continued living in the same house like it was normal. The hatred was building up to anger, and the thought of killing him increased. He suddenly started the ego of almost all military men: the unbreakable, the indestructible, and the specie with the highest resilience who can step on anybody’s injury, without an apology. I knew he would suffer for this. 

I have a second wife who lives in a village in rivers state; who hasn’t finished secondary school, who is more interested in being a second wife than a first wife, and one day the child she has, would come and inherit what my husband and I are jointly building. These thoughts are condemning, and the more I dwelt in them, the more the fury. I registered to do a computer course. The program center was in the city, thus I had something to take me out of the house every day. I needed space to get relief from the ordeal I just suffered.  I wasn’t going there to learn.

My breakthrough came the day I saw Major General Mingo. He had attended our wedding, and he was interested in our welfare, but I suspected him the way he always looks at my body. He was close to the gate of the barracks as I was driving out. I stopped to greet him and a thought came to my mind. I told him I needed to see him and explains some things I was going through. To my surprise he became so interested. I narrated the whole ordeal I and my husband suffered, and how my husband has not even called me to talk about this till date. 

We are living like it’s an ordinary issue we dealing with, and sir lately it seems I’m no longer attracted to him. He doesn't even touch me, nor talk to me like I was the one that did wrong. General Mingo was dismayed, and said he would talk to him. I said no, my husband mustn’t know I have reported him. He said the pains might be too much for me to bear, and that he believes if my husband isn’t around, that space might give me some room to heal up the pains of what he had done wrong. Next week he was to be deployed for another mission: this time it was outside the country and at that point I got my relief. 

His departure wasn’t a grief at all. I wasn’t moved like expected. I didn’t even escort him to their departure point. George was also part of this trip, and that was more touching than my husband leaving. I couldn’t show it though, thus I resorted to fate. General Mingo was now my new accomplice. He was always checking on me. Asking how I was stabilizing and advices rolled in on a regular. He broke the silence of his intentions the day he told me about the affair I had with George, and he left me in shock. I didn’t deny it, because he said all actions as if he was following us. He said he was going to keep it as a secret as long as I satisfied his sexual desires. The blames was now becoming my own in an adventure I never anticipated. I couldn’t withstand him in thoughts; so I gave in. The affair was a wonderful one. He reached orgasm at the quickest time possible. He was subtle in touches and he lavished all resources on me.  

The whole escapade went on for six months before Stephen came back. I missed him a lot this time and I was happy he was back.

He probably had no woman to enjoy in Sudan; he put all energies in me when he came back, and three weeks after his arrival, I was sperm full. It started with some irritations and later a little nausea. It was at the military hospital that the confirmation was made to me that I was pregnant, and my joy was revived again. It was time to address the Margaret issue, thus Stephen started the explanation. They were in a safety camp with the refugees and Margaret was so close to him. After a successful raid one day, he had taken so much alcohol, and in all drunkenness he had sex with her. The result of the sex is the pregnancy I heard about. I didn’t want to do it baby, he begged like he was serious, and the affection we had when we were about getting married arose in me again. He told me about myself and George; that he had also kept quiet like he was not aware. The knowledge of you and George made me feel no regret about Margaret. I was supposed to be at your mercy he said, but with your affair that was public to the whole barracks, I felt betrayed also, he said. I apologized also and in our tears, holding ourselves we plugged to each other again, and it was sex all the way.

We fagged ourselves out and in all truthfulness he said: Margaret died at child birth and the child died also. I didn’t know if I had to be happy, but my facial expression was sympathy. Inside I was happy but the fear I was carrying general’s child and not Stephen was the only fear. Should I tell him the truth about General Mingo or keep it as a secret was the next point……. It took four months for the next revelations to be unraveled and it was a passport I saw in his wallet. Margaret was alive and the baby girl looked like his father.