A NIGHT ASTRAY

Mixed Feelings

It was bright and sunny day in Maryland; I woke up gloomy after a night that will live long in my memory. A night I laughed like I had not done in years. Our high school reunion was the best thing I had experienced in a long time as my home has become a hell on earth. My husband and I barely talk to each other and it seems we are at the end of the road in our marriage. I woke up knowing that last night was just a sun on my rubble and the new day brings me back to the reality of my failing marriage.

At the beginning, my marriage was an ideal picture perfect union anyone will pray for as I and Kelvin were in each other’s arm every moment, sharing memories, going on vacations and making wild love at every chance we get. We were the envy of every other couple around. I would boast to my friends that they need get a man like Kelvin and anyone short of his standard is not good for them. Even the Pastor in my church recommended me to newly wedded couples for marriage counseling on how to have a great marriage.

I remember the splendid vacation we had in Zanzibar; it was one of the greatest moments of my life. I felt young, wild and free. The amazing atmosphere, beautiful landscape, delicious meals and to cap it up, the several rounds of steamy s*x. This was one experience that lives rent free in my head and whenever I remember it, I always ask myself the question “Where did it all go wrong?” How did our love turn sour? These questions I have no answer to as I cannot explain how I and Kelvin got to a point where we barely talk to each other.

At some point I thought maybe my s****l prowess doesn’t match his, and I stepped up my game big time. I remember that I allowed him go down on me with his tongue and I felt it was heaven that night as I moaned excitedly. I didn’t waste time to search for his rock hard c**k and I caressed it gently as I placed my tongue on it. He gave a soft moan and said “Take it all in” I took his full c**k length in my mouth and sucked him gently. He wasted no time as he offloaded some hot sperm in my mouth and I took it all in. He bent me over and inserted his d**k from behind pounding me hard in the doggy style. I enjoyed every bit of it as I had never had it that wild before. It was an amazing thirty minutes in which I orgasm twice. After the steamy romp, I tried cuddling him but surprisingly, Kelvin wore his trouser, and went out for a smoke like he just slept with a cheap slut. I sat on the bed feeling tired and frustrated. What more can I do to savage my failing marriage?

The doorbell brought me back to consciousness as I quickly stepped out to see who is at the door. I was surprised to see Charles, our gardener. You are supposed to come tomorrow and not today, I asked him and he responded saying that Kelvin called him to come in today because we will be having some special guest later that evening. Special guest! What guest is coming that I don’t know about? I decided to go ask Kelvin myself in his study room. On getting to the study room, I asked Kelvin that who are the guest that are coming over and why didn’t he inform me about their visit earlier, he casually told me that his parents will be spending the weekend with us and I have to put in my best behavior when they are around.

This is my house as well and I am supposed to be a decision maker, this I screamed in my head but didn’t let it out of my mouth as I walk off angrily. I went to the lobby as I light up a cigarette and smoked my anger away. He wants me to pretend as if everything is fine not caring how I feel on the inside. He keeps doing this to me. I pretended during our high school reunion the other night and most of our friends still felt jealous of the love spark that existed in our five years marriage. Annabel asked me how we have been able to maintain our love, I smiled as I answered saying that communication is key in every marriage. My inner voice spoke to me gently that I am living in pretense and I knew it was right but I couldn’t put my family to shame at our high school reunion. I had to play along. I felt hurt within me but I had to fake a smile anytime Kelvin talks about how perfect our marriage is.

This is the second year that I have been pretending that everything is fine and I feel like a time bomb that will soon explode. I have endured too long and I am getting tired. I love the idea of marriage and I love the man that I am married to but all seems not to be working and I never thought that I will walk out of my marriage because this will leave me shattered for the rest of my life. I have to make this work; I am not giving up on the home I built. I encouraged myself, took a shower and started to do some cleanup as we expect Kelvin’s parents. I would not want them to come and not meet us and our house in the perfect way. I also planned on giving them a great treat as a good wife that they know me to be. All this I did throughout the whole day until Kelvin’s parent arrived and we had a great dinner together. The weekend went perfectly well in pretense till they left. As soon as they left, I met with Kelvin in the room and told him that we need to talk. He said he was too tired to talk as he has been doing that all day. I insisted on talking but to my greatest surprise, Kelvin left the room and headed to the guest room. I was left dumbfounded in the room as I barely could sleep that night.

My love for art is second to none and I have grown over the years to become a successful art collector. My art gallery has become my safe heaven. I run a successful art collection business in Maryland and my store is a mini museum for sightseeing. As it became a center for tourist attraction, I grew in lip and bounds as the best art gallery owner in Maryland.

To celebrate my growth as an art collector, I organize and exhibition for my new works and top personalities were invited to grace the occasion. I envisaged it to be a ground breaking event that will launch my brand to the next level and all hands were on desk to make the event a success. I ordered for new collections from Benin in Nigeria, some from Kenya and some from Ethiopia as these countries have one of the finest artifacts in the world. Bookings were made for an amazing classical singer to sing melodious songs and the finest of wines were ordered as well. As the day draws nearer, I see my hope of scaling a new height right before me.

The beauty of success is in celebrating it with the ones you love. I had prepared VIP tickets for all my friends and for my husband Kelvin as well. Kelvin deserved a special recognition that night. My love for art can be traced to when I met him. Art collection is not fancied by man but he made me see the possibilities in it. He told me stories of great artist like Leonardo Davinchi, Pablo Picasso, Vincent van Gogh and Salvador Dali. He took me out to see a couple of their works and carefully explained the story behind their works to me as well. This fascinated me to art and I decided to sort a career in art collection. I prepared a note of my first love for art and the man that made me fall in love with it as the my speech for the grand event as I want the world to see that my husband is my inspiration and motivation behind my success.

Two months before the event, I informed Kelvin of my plan for my art collection and how I will like him to be a part of the event as it represents the beginning of a new height for me. Having my man beside me was all I needed. Kelvin accepted to be there for by my side and I was so happy.

The fifteenth day of June 2007 was my art exhibition. A day I anticipated eagerly. All the preparations were perfect and the arts were perfectly placed with the story behind each art labeled under them. Top residents from far and near came into my gallery as the news of my exhibition had gone around town. They couldn’t help but marvel at the beautiful sight they saw in my gallery. “This is the most beautiful and carefully selected art collections I have seen in a while”, an old woman said and she held unto her husband who I later heard that they have been happily married for forty five years. How do people stay married for that long? That was the question I ask myself silently. The woman tapped me back into consciousness as she indicated that she would love to buy the art that has an age long story of love because it represents her love story with her husband who happens to be her first love.

Talking about first love, Kelvin was mine. I had never fallen in love with someone till I met him. It was love at first sight for the two of us. I was just thirteen and I was out there in the garden playing with my friends when some boys from school came around to bully me for not wanting to talk to them in school. Kelvin was the new boy in the area as his father just moved into town after he was transferred from New York. He was just by the window when he spotted the boys bullying me and my friend Clara. Suddenly, he came down and chased the boys away; telling them to never return or he will deal with them mercilessly. That was the last time I got bullied by those boys. They were really terrified by his presence. He was my saving grace. I looked straight into his eyes and thanked him. He was so calm in his response to me. His smile was beautiful like the sunlight. He said “My name is Kelvin, I am new around here” and I smiled back as I told him my name. Do you mind if we can be friends? He asked. I didn’t hesitate to say yes as I see him as a part of me already. It’s such a beautiful thing to have a friend but it is amazing to have a friend that will stand and fight for you when you are in trouble. He left and I couldn’t help but look at him till he was out of my sight. That was the beginning of an amazing friendship.