Stranger… and Stranger Things

How often do you meet someone and really like them? How well must you know a man before you make love with him? Can a happily married woman like me have the hots for a happily married man who reciprocates the feeling?

Here I am at Comet, a secluded location with terrible untarred roads in Kwabenya. But it suits my purpose so I won’t whine. I am not alone; Cyrus is with me. We have just finished the second round of ecstatic love-making, and he’s taking a shower. My, my, what an appetite he has! We should have left about an hour ago to resume our normal lives, but… There in the bathroom, as our bodies rubbed against each other, we kissed, and we touched, and we couldn’t resist the urge and started the second round against the walls of the bathroom. Cy knows his game, and he proved every text and voice note he had sent me before our meeting. He flipped all the relevant switches and turned me on like a Christmas tree, eliciting uncontrollable moans and shudders I thought only my husband was capable of.

I’ve been married for twelve years, and my husband had been the only man I’d known since then. We were a perfect match – my husband and I – but after so many days together, you must admit that something happens. Even though he still gives me an orgasm and I squirt like a young girl, the entire process has become predictable, almost boring. We know each other too well. Sometimes, like now, I feel I should have delayed getting married…

Enter Cyrus by accident. I had dialed my friend’s number, and he had answered. We had had an easygoing conversation for about two minutes before he asked me who I was, and then I realised I had made a mistake.  I had apologised and hung up, only for him to call back because, in his words, “That was the most entertaining two minutes of my life. It ended too quickly.”

After that, we began regular chats on Telegram, especially at midnight, because we were both very busy during the day. We talked about everything and nothing, from politics to personal, asking and answering each other’s questions, and flirting all the way. For some reason, I enjoyed flirting again. Cy made me laugh, and he laughed with me too. He made me feel young again. And then, text by text, one flirty remark after the other, I found myself slipping into him.

As a 35-year-old married woman with children, I had no business engaging with another man. But Cy – two years my senior and married with three children – was witty, something age and responsibilities had robbed from my beloved husband.  And I found that attractive in Cyrus. Top that up with his rich baritone in those short but fiery voice notes he sent, and he had me falling over myself for him. So, I led him on and made him want to see me, too.

One night, in an intimate chat, Cyrus said, “I want to know you more, Lele. Let’s meet.” He had nicknamed me ‘Lele’ after I told him my name was Borteley. I had agreed to the meet-up, and we worked around our schedules to find a suitable day for our rendezvous.

We met at Marina Mall late in the afternoon, and he offered to show me his latest property at Comet so I could get to know him better. He had taken the rest of the day off, and since I run my own business, I assigned my staff and left the premises to meet him. His looks matched his voice: tall, athletic, broad shoulders and chest. There were traces of grey in his trimmed beard, and if he hadn’t trimmed his hair very close to the skin, I’m sure there’d be grey there, too. He was physically appealing.

Now, after all the passionate love we made, here I am, wondering… then I felt his breath on my neck just before his lips, sending me to age 22 all over again.

“I like you, Lele,” he rasped, “even more now that I know every part of you.”

Oh, that voice… I could feel the heat in my core, and I leaned back into him unabashed.

“Shall we meet again?” he asked.

“Do you want us to?”

“I want you, Lele.”

I turned to face him. “How long will you want me? How long will we continue?”

“Relax. Everything will work itself out.”

“My husband is a good man…”

“And so is my wife. But I am attracted to you as you are to me. What do we do about that?”

I sighed. Now that we’d had sex, my mind was working in overdrive.

“Wait, do you regret it?” he asked, the crease between his eyebrows appearing and disappearing quickly.

“No… No, on the contrary. I’m wondering where you’ve been all my life. Why didn’t I meet you earlier? Perhaps, before we got married. Then we would have had enough time to enjoy each other before making any commitments. But now…”

“Now is no different, Lele.” I like hearing my name with his baritone. I’m only human… “We’ll go with the flow, yes? You go on home to be the loving wife and mother you are, while I remain the ever-dependable husband. But whenever you want to see me, whenever you need me, I’ll drop everything to come to you. This will be our own little secret.” He kissed me, a feathery touch of his lush lips on mine, then more intense, sucking on my lower lip – more fire down my inner thighs. This man knew his game! “Smile a bit when you think about me.” He winked.

I chuckled, “We have created enough memories to last a lifetime. You made me feel things I never thought was possible.”

“So we will meet again, yes?” His confidence was erotic.

Why am I losing my mind? I can’t trust my body or brain to be logical now, so instead of replying, I said, “Let’s get going, shall we? Life awaits.”

Cyrus shook his head, got dressed, and we left, but not before he checked if everything was in its proper place. Such a sensible man. I loved him a little more. We came with our own cars, and as I drove out after him, I knew with the certainty of the sun that this was only the beginning and that if he ever called for me, I would show up without hesitation.