Oceans of Lies

The countdown to the weekend was a gut-wrenching one. It felt like the universe knew what I was about to do and deliberately stalled. I counted the seconds that turned into minutes, minutes into hours, and hours into days, each one seemingly longer than the last. With each second passing, my conscience screamed at me, telling me what I was about to do was wrong. But we all know that feeling. That feeling when your mind is made up, and nothing can hold you back. Not even your conscience hammering your chest at every chance it gets. 'Can you just shut up and let me breathe?' I thought to myself. Friday came slowly, ushering in light showers in the early hours. I packed my weekend bag. I kissed my husband goodbye, having told him I would be away for a work conference over the weekend. My darling husband of two years. The absolute love of my life. Handsome as the sun on a Sunday afternoon. I just told him a tiny lie, nothing compared to what we’ve done in the past. Nothing he can’t overlook. I drove out and the rain intensified. Now, what is it? Why is everything working against me? I’m only human. If I don’t do this, I might die. I need this for my body and soul, but mostly for my body. I’m not the first, neither will I be the last to step out of their marriage. I have looked forward to this day with so much trepidation. I have battled with the moral side as well as the religious side. Now I have to battle nature? Work was a blur. As far as I was concerned, my weekend had already started before the close of business. At 4:30 pm, I hurriedly cleared my desk, mumbled some excuse to my supervisor, and dashed out before she could blink. I know a query will most likely be on my desk come Monday morning, but when we get to that bridge or whatever they say. The rain persisted. I couldn’t care less. I drove all the way to Damian's house. A few minutes away, I texted him I was close. My body was on fire. I couldn’t wait to devour and be devoured. I parked at the usual spot, picked up my bag, and headed to the door. This is it. We are doing this. I knocked. Waited. He appeared. Well, not literally. Of course, he opened the door. Time stood still. My heart skipped several beats. His face was so perfect I could cry. I fell into his arms, and I melted like butter. My knees buckled under me, but he held me with his strong arms. Yeeesssss. He lifted me into the sitting room and locked the door. I held on to him. We hadn’t said one word to each other, but our eyes did the talking. He held me tightly and made to kiss my forehead. Even if I had any shred of fight left in me, this weak button has been activated, and all hope is lost. He planted wet kisses on my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, my nose, and finally, my lips. He devoured my lips with such intensity I have never felt. My lips grabbed his as my teeth bit, and my tongue probed. His hands, which were previously on my waist, found their way up to my hair, pressing my head deeper into the kiss. I traced my hand down his T-shirt, searching for his skin. I found his buttons and made my way up, quickly discarding them. I could feel his silky, smooth skin beneath my palm as I ran my fingers through his dark skin. He made his way to my neck and kissed me fervently. His fingers fumbled with my blouse, raising it above my head. He found the strap of my bra and unhooked it. His tongue on my taut buds was a welcome sensation. I moaned his name, and he sucked deeper. He lifted me and carried me to his room. Even though it was pitch black, finding our way to bed was very easy. Perhaps I was too lost in lust or just plain oblivious, but all of a sudden, we were not alone. There was another in the room, watching. There he sat, glasses sitting askew on his nose, watching intently as the children of Eve did the unthinkable. I pushed Damian off me and sat straight. I didn’t want to believe what my eyes were telling my brain. I dashed to the light switch. I hesitated a second, hoping against hope that I was wrong. I switched… There he was. My husband. Smiling. Stark naked. What in the ménage a trois?!