love<\/figcaption><\/figure>\nWhen we arrived the hotel, it was as if a bit of Lagos had been brought down to it as we excitedly exchanged banters with familiar guests. At the party; I was mildly surprised to see Florence, an acquaintance who\u2019d always had her husband with her at most functions. She\u2019d watched her husband climb the ladder at the engineering firm he worked for, and they have a good home and three lovely kids to show for almost 16 years marriage.<\/p>\n
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\u201cBut that special zing I once had when he put his arms around me has virtually disappeared\u201d, she\u2019d told me a few months ago.\u00a0 \u201cOnly my husband seems to be under the impression that the old magic is there. I\u2019ve chided myself I have to be grateful for what I\u2019ve got, but whenever he noisily eats his food and guzzles his way through his favourite booze, revulsion simmers. Even when we make love, I have to imagine he is someone younger and slimmer \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her she had to get a grip on her emotions. It\u2019s not all the time you feel happy with what you have but there\u2019s a limit to how you let resentment eat into a good relationship. When I saw her later at the birthday party, she happily found her way to the table I was.\u00a0 It was a table packed with both male and female guests with an array of well-chilled drinks, champagne inclusive. Florence really let herself go as she downed glass after glass of champagne. Eric, a rogue friend who was a real ladies\u2019 man continued to flirt with her and ply her with compliments. She lapped it all up. As guests started leaving, I told Joy and Florence we should leave too.<\/p>\n
Florence sat next to me in the car and showed me a hotel room key.\u00a0 \u201cYou should have left that at the reception\u201d, I told her. \u201cWhat if you lose it\u201d, \u201cIt\u2019s not my key\u201d, she whispered into my ears.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s the key to Eric\u2019s room\u201d. My eyes widened.\u00a0 So soon?\u00a0 \u201cHe wants me to go and wait for him in his room\u201d, she continued excitedly.\u00a0 \u201cHe said I should forget I\u2019m a married woman and think of myself as a desirable woman\u201d. I kept my trap shut.\u00a0 When things build up to the room stage, there\u2019s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.\u00a0 We all stepped into the lift, pressed different buttons and Joy and I left when the lift stopped on our floor.<\/p>\n
Back to our room, Joy and I agreed Florence needed a breather \u2013 the quickie could save her marriage or break it. We all checked out right and early the next morning.\u00a0 Florence had come with the air-conditioned luxury bus provided by the celebrant but she was now at the parking lot, with Eric heaving their suitcases into the boot of his car.\u00a0 As they drove off after we\u2019d exchanged pleasantries, Florence peeked through the tinted glass window of Eric\u2019s jeep and blew me a kiss!<\/p>\n
I wanted to call her as soon as I got home, but what would that make me \u2013 a Nosey Parker!\u00a0 I didn\u2019t hear from Florence until a few weeks later. It was at another private party and she was with her husband, this time. She tore herself away as soon as she decently could to let me know \u201cEric is a wonderful man!\u201d \u201cReally?\u201d Without too much prompting, she filled me in on what happened at Eric\u2019s hotel room that fateful night. \u201cAs soon as he came in, he told me to forget about my husband, she said, \u2018then almost immediately, we were in a clinch. All that booze and pent up frustration from unfulfilled sex made me putty in his hands. He gently pushed me down on the bed and my world exploded as he made love to me. Wow! I discovered new things about my body as he kissed me in places I wanted to be kissed and showed me how to do things he would like to him. It was the most therapeutic fling I\u2019ve had in years.\u00a0 I was on cloud nine!<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you imagine that he even thanked me for making his weekend?\u00a0 By the next morning though, the niggle of guilt began to bite.\u00a0 When I got home, my husband was still asleep. His snores rumbled through the room but this time I wasn\u2019t irritated.\u00a0 I might have felt guilty at having so much fun, but I didn\u2019t regret a thing.\u00a0 My experience with Eric felt too good for regret. And when my husband next made love to me, I put all the things I\u2019d learnt from Eric into practice. He couldn\u2019t believe his luck.\u00a0 \u201cWow\u201d, he shouted as we made love again and again, \u201c\u201d Thanks to Eric, I have the memory of a good love session to guide me in my lovemaking with my husband. This has given my confidence and sex life a boost and I\u2019m sure it\u2019ll help in keeping my marriage alive. Eric called a few times but he was enough of a gentleman to realise his services wouldn\u2019t be needed and we now have friendly chats on the phone.<\/p>\n
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