Chapter 3
Shit! s**t! Was I late????
I hated cameras everywhere in my house. I usually used side entrance which I got constructed on the side fence in secret without the knowledge of my brother-in-law. I hated him keeping an eye on me.
It was the entrance used by my gardener- good excuse na…
I entered from the kitchen entry. There were no cameras at the side passage.
I tiptoed and went to the guest room. Quickly went to the bathroom and had a quick bath to remove the smell of smoke and alcohol.
I sprayed the room with room freshener to remove any smell. My clothes zip-locked in a bag.
I would wash it when no one was there.
Anyone would feel like I am a prisoner, nah… I wasn’t… its just that I am married, in her 40s, who had sneaked out with her friend for a break from her monotonous life.
Why guestroom??? Long story short….
About 8-9 yrs I shifted to guestroom as my husband couldn’t stand me being in the master bedroom.
Actually he didn’t even realize when I shifted out.
He was always busy.
The blanket was snugly…hmm…
I didn’t want to think of my husband. He was out on business so I could go out today. My secret visit outside was privy to my son. And he never told it, it was he who suggested I go out and enjoy. Isn’t he a sweetheart?
Hmmm… he was…. I dreamt of the eyes.. had a restless night….
Wet dreams... I moaned in sleep that my moans woke me up with a start...
Oh God! hormones... I thought I was in control.
Can't think of s*x ... passion was a dream...
After my son's birth, my husband drifted so far.
He hated even when I came near him.
He made me feel like s**t if I showed I needed intimacy.
I was leading a celibate life even though I was married.
Ok that didn't make cheating Ok!!
I never cheated, but this dream made me feel like I cheated.
My arms around him, his eyes on me. My heart fluttered thinking of the dream.
I crawled back and slept off... No more raunchy dreams, I scolded myself.
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