The diary of a cheating wife 2
He was giving me all the attention I was craving. He was at my beck and call. His name is James, one of my husband’s best friends and my best friend…
My man was teaching me how to live without him and I was learning. I was so tired of begging for his time and affection. It had become a constant issue in our relationship! All I wanted was a man who listened. A man who put me first and chose me! A man who made me his queen!
I was craving a real man’s love. My relationship had become stale and we were struggling to stay. I was scared of giving myself to another man all over again. He had an almost synonymous fear… I felt like his excuse for staying was that we would hurt our families, but we both knew that the love was dying and it scared us.
I knew my man’s attention was shifting and probably on another girl already. It wasn’t the first time I was going to cheat as well. It’s like our infidelity was an unspoken agreement, we were aware but we allowed it.
~xx~
James came to pick me up in Langata where I was at a friend’s house. I knew what I was getting myself into but he was everything I needed. I called my man and told him I was still with the girls till late, you know, formalities.
I got into his car with my friend, James was to drop us in the CBD. Midway towards our destination, I could see he got fidgety, like he wanted to say something but I could read his mind. It was almost as if we had a telepathic connection going on. After our first sexual encounter, I had asked him to politely forget about what had happened. It was risky for us to proceed no matter how much we enjoyed it.
There was so much sexual tension the whole drive and I couldn’t take it anymore. One wink was all it took to show him that we were on the same page and our course changed. We dropped my friend in town and proceeded to his office where we were sure not to get caught.
We were silent the whole time, afraid to admit our guilt because his girlfriend was my friend as well. He would complain to me on numerous occasions how he felt like her sex was wanting. It was not enough for him and mine gave him everything he needed. I asked him to explain to her what he really wanted and how he wanted it done since he swore she was the love of his life but I guess I had something she didn’t and it was what he wanted.
Amidst the soliloquy in my mind, I felt his hand on my thigh. We were stuck on traffic and he couldn’t wait anymore. He raised my skirt and gently began to rub my clit after pushing my panties aside. My seat was down so this made it easier. He began fingering me and this was where I lost it. I ceased to care about the repercussions, here was a man who adores the very ground I set foot on yet my own man had all the time in the world for everything else except me! That in itself was an ultimate turn on.
This was what I needed! James should have been my man in another life, the only problem was that our attraction was strictly sexual…
He went on and on, occasionally switching to caress my breasts which by now were on display to his liking. I was moaning so loudly, he raised the music’s volume so it would drown my noises. I was ready for him.
“Babe, why don’t you give me road head?” He asked, his eyes blood-shot, his dick hard!
We were interrupted by my man’s call, he was calling James to ask where they would party that night.
You see the kind of man I was dealing with? He had no idea where I was but his friends were always more important. James told him he was unavailable because he had other engagements. I was the engagement.
All this while, I was going down on him, hindering him from having a straight conversation on call and I liked that he was struggling… I was gurgling on his dick, making it as sloppy as I could. I was about to ride him like it was revenge for all my tears throughout my failing relationship.
A few minutes later we pulled up at the parking lot and tidied our dressing. He jumped out of his car to open my door and help me out whereafter we rushed to his office and he locked the door behind us. I must admit that I was nervous, but I was horny and my life had been reduced to begging a man who was busy flirting with highschool girls on Instagram to notice me. How did we get here?
I almost sob at his ungratefulness but James holds me and promises to make it all better, he kisses me. My clothes were off in a second and his shaft was already pressing against my back when he bent me over his office desk. The first thrust was so good, I cried out in appreciation. His pumping became stacattoed and I could have sworn that this was a sign from the gods, I was living a miserable life tied down to a man I showed faithfulness all along!
James was caressing me, holding my body close to his, breathing down my neck with the occasional kissing. It was as if he was attempting to feign a slight romance and my emotions were completely in tandem with his. I could feel everything in that moment, all my senses were heightened. It was like the first time, only that this time I wasn’t drunk. He knew just how to handle my body. He knew how to deal with a broken-hearted girl…
He carried me onto the couch where we switched and I got on top of him, he was holding me as if delicate, showering my chest with kisses. There was the occasional grabbing of my butt as he said all sorts of things in my ear. He even called me his lover’s name but that was okay, at least he thought about her…
That disrupted me and I kept thinking about my husband. When cheating, did he think about me as well? Was it as good? Did he still care?
James noticed that I was wandering off and like the gentleman he was, he sought to settle my distress. This man was on a quest to make me forget my pain and I silently applauded his effort.
He got on top of me and I remember holding him so tight to me like I didn’t want this to end. I didn’t want to go back home to my life. I wanted to be here, with him inside me forever.
He was thrusting so hard and fast, I almost came when he pulled out to eat me out…
“Not yet baby, I want us to cum together. I want to fuck you like your man never could…”
I was about to fall in love with James.
He ate my pussy like it was a cuisine. I kept crying out and he would use his hands to muffle my mouth. The guards were patrolling the premises and he was scared they would tell his girlfriend of our sexcapades but I didn’t care.
It was as if he was making love to me and I enjoyed every bit of it. It had been so long since I got this kind of attention from a man and I wanted to bask in it. He was very gentle and caring. James genuinely cared about me.
~xx~
He was helping me dress up when my husband called me to say he was going out to meet James for a few drinks. I accepted knowing well I was with James and no such agreement had been made…
James drove me home and promised to always be there for me.
I kissed him bye and alighted his car.
Pic by @keter_sammy
Models: kun Mungai and Robertta Bobbie
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