My Husband & I
Dark Romance ?
Episode 3
It’s been a week since John and I decided to hold off on having a baby. There hasn’t been any segz between us and my body has been given a much-needed break. So far John sticked to his promise and I had been having trouble trying not to feel terrible. Not only was I anxious and stressed that he might find out the truth, but I was so scared as to what will happen after this month was up. Maybe I’d come to the decision that I do what to have a child with John. I mean what else was there for me to do?
Life had continued as if we had never tried to conceive in the first place. John was off to work at the station. Meanwhile, I regularly attend to my clients from home. My occupation as a tech woman had been like my art in a way. A way for me to escape my home as it’s been less stressful. Many times I have wanted to stay at work longer to help my clients through their lives.
However, I had to be the wife John deserved which didn’t include working late nights. I had to work hard, come home before he did to clean, cook a homemade meal, and satisfy him before bed.
My days never switched up, it was always the same cycle. I know nothing else. Sometimes I wonder how I was always capable of helping people deal with their problems when I couldn’t solve mine. And yet, I’d never stop… hopefully.
At one point, our marriage wasn’t as estranged as it was then. We were hopelessly in love with one another which hadn’t exactly changed. Yet I couldn’t help but feel a disconnect, somewhere I went wrong and I haven’t been able to fix wh@ťěver happened. I mean, yes, lying about wanting a child was awful. But that’s not where it began.
I still love my husband dearly and would do anything for him but some part of me was rejecting the idea of having his child.
A sigh escaped my lips as I pondered on my thoughts. I was supposed to be relaxing, not thinking of things I shouldn’t. I thought soaking in a hot bath would ease my mind, but it hasn’t done much. Not only did it fail in distracting me, but unknowingly the water had begun to turn cold. Sitting up from my laid-back position I used one of my hands to lift the drain, so I could get rid of some water.
It was on Friday afternoon and I was off while John was called into the work shift. He usually had off on Fridays as well as I do, but according to his superior, they were swapped. I thought we would have a day to ourselves, but John insisted we needed more money. I couldn’t complain much as I did enjoy time to myself. However, I forgot that whenever I was alone, my thoughts became depressing.
Seeing that the water was at a low level, I plugged up the drain and used my hand to turn the knob for hot water. On the right side of the tub, I grabbed a bottle of shea oil and poured a little into the tub. I loved the smell of it and how smooth it made my rich skin feel. I poured a tiny bit into my hand before placing it back where it was. Using both hands, I rubbed the oil together and carefully began to oil my neck.
Smoothing the oil on my skin was an alternative to not putting any on my shoulder–length locs. Another sigh escaped from me as I slowly rubbed some tension away. I didn’t want to think about anything else any longer. I just wanted to relax. It would have felt better if there were larger and calloused hands giving me a massage. I lowered my hands to my shoulders and closed my eyes, envisioning things that I shouldn’t, but my mind didn’t want to stop.
The thought of a man behind my back as I sat in the tub, my head falling back against his imaginary shoulder, getting rid of my worries by gently rubbing my shoulders eventually lowering his hands to my collarbone. Then onto my Břě@šťs before palming my dark Ɲīpplës. A quiet Mõ@ɲ escaped me as my hands followed what the man did in my mind. It wasn’t difficult for me to get turned on envisioning my fantasy.
After going so long without feeling pleasure, I sometimes felt more lustful. I knew it was wrong to dream or even think of a mystery man instead of my husband, but some days it couldn’t be helped. It wasn’t that I dreamt of being with anyone else, but John hadn’t been giving me what my body craved. Trying not to feel ashamed as I felt my pleasure buildup due to being over-sensitive when it came to my Ɲīpplës. I continued to please myself until the water ran cold.
The Next Day
I placed a plate of the hot hood and a bottle of wine on the table before calling John down to eat. The sound of his heavy footsteps reached my ears as I dabbled in the kitchen. Cleaning up my mess and then getting my plate ready. A plate of food that was significantly less than John’s of course. Just as I was settled I brought my plate to the dining table and sat across from him.
“No beer?” he questioned and I shook my head.
“No, we ran out yesterday and I forgot to get some,” I told him which he just granted.
I watched him take the first bite of his food before I took my own. Weirdly, I wanted to see if he enjoyed it. To my disappointment, he didn’t comment on the food. We sat in silence.
He was sipping his wine in between bites of his food while I felt my mood dampen. Although I wasn’t finished with my food, once I saw he was done with his, I got up and took his plate and my plate to the kitchen. I threw the scraps of food I had left on my plate in the trash and began doing the dishes. There wasn’t much to think about how John was acting. He was a bit quiet. Well, he’s been quiet all week. I wasn’t afraid of him or anything, just worried.
Nowadays, I couldn’t read him or know what he was going to do. How does a woman not know her husband?
“Mary” snapping out of my thought I jolted.
I put the clean dishes away and made my way back to the dining table. John had yet to move and was looking at his phone.
“Yes?” I asked.
“I want to take us out to eat tomorrow morning,” he said and I was a bit shocked.
Though I tried to hide it. We haven’t eaten out in God knows how long.
“A colleague told me of some sort of café down by your workplace. He said they had great food and services.” He continued.
“That’s nice. I would love to be at the place,” I said.
He stood up, “Great. I’m tired, let’s go to bed. I nodded albeit excitedly and followed him upstairs.
Things were starting to change I guess. I wonder what the place is called. Although it was near my workplace, I hadn’t really gone anywhere outside of our home. We had stopped going out a long time ago, but John suggested differently. I couldn’t help but feel a little happy.
I had no idea what to wear tomorrow. Maybe I should dress differently and spice things up.
To be continued…
Frank The Writer