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When I begun this confession, I told you I'm an idiot. After this wonderful night in the arms of my wife- a girl I had waited for so long to marry- and I loved her with all I had, I cheated on her the next day! Let me explain
I wake up the next day feeling like a newly born. Is this how sweet marriage is! My beautiful wife is asleep, her head on my chest. My goodness! She's so adorable while asleep. Her soft breaths blow my hairy chest, titillating me. I gaze at the ceiling, first in a squint, until my eyeballs re-adjust. The ceiling is made of glass, it reflects our features on the unmade bed.
The reflection reaffirms to me that she is gorgeous and I stare on, smiling and feeling as though I hold the purse strings of the whole world. She is a treasure I have vowed to, in front of an altar, to love and protect and be there for until the end of time.
A gift I wouldn't give up, not for all the tea in China. I slowly and carefully push her off my chest. I do not want to wake her up. My plan works. I glance at the golden-faced clock, it's 8 O'clock on the nose.
Ten minutes later and I am out, mooching beside the ocean, letting the breeze slap me as it brushes against my chest. My unbuttoned shirt floats behind me as I walk on, feet sinking in the beach sand.
And then I meet her. She walks towards me from a crib next to ours, wearing something that looks like two handkerchiefs weaved together to look like a short. The short is frayed at the ends, gripping at her thighs somewhere between her waist and her knees. She's in an opened white bathing robe, over a black brassiere.
As I write the next part, my eyes have welled and are giving way. I can see ink get washed out of this piece of paper. As she approaches, I stop and stare. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but a new desire gets brewed and crawls within, making every muscle twitch. At first blush, I fall for her and am aching for her touch. But wait. I have a wife whom I've left sleeping peacefully! What the hell is wrong with me? I turn and try to walk back to the crib but her voice, so sweet, is pushed into my ears with the morning howling wind.
"Hey handsome"
I turn just in time to see her tilt her head slightly and push a wisp of hair out of her face. I freeze, and immediately decide that I want her, too. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Hello ..." I respond, eyes boring into her chest.
"I never knew someone had taken the crib next to mine. Just saw you through the glass wall...Oh, am Jennie" She stretches a hand, same as her lips in a smile. I take it and hold on longer than a married man should"Oh, yes. We just..I mean I just checked in yesterday. I'm Brian"
"Nice to meet you Brian. I read you love this view, right?"
"Then your read is interesting and true, my lady," I wink and bite my lower lip, eyes fixated on her features. She gives me a quizzical look then stares down to her cleavage. I immediately realize what I have done.
"Oh sorry..uuhhm yes this view.." I turn to face the ocean. "Isn't it beautiful? Feels like am in a movie" She titters. "Yes it is, but am sure it's not what you meant"
"I beg your pardon?" I feign surprise. "Cut the crap, handsome. It's this you love?" She holds open the bathrobe and lets me see her curves at all the right places. Damn! I am now on fire. I want to jump on her and get it over and done with, but something tells me to play it down
"That is...it's beautiful. You're gorgeous, Jennie. Tell me about yourself. When did you come here and why?" Yes! I manage to draw a red herring across the trail.
"It's been three days now. I am a painter. I chose the calm of this place to finish up with a major painting am doing. Isn't this the perfect destination? The owner must be one witty entrepreneur. I'll give him that."
"Painting? Wow. Does it pay or do you eat the trees you paint?"
She gives a hearty laugh, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"You have great humor, handsome. How about we go in I show you some paintings as we have this conversation?"
This is it. I remember my wife back in the crib. I remember the pleasure of last night in her arms. No, I can't do this to her. This is not me. I open my mouth to say no, but then I slowly shut it. As I write the next part, am blinking back tears but they keep falling.
Jennie pouts her lips and smiles at me. "Are you in two minds?" she asks. "No. Not really. Let's go"
I take her hand and like a sheep being led into a slaughter house, she leads me.
Dear world, I've cried enough. Let me end my confession here. See, my beautiful wife is my gift of writing, and Jennie is a combination of distractions. Movies, friends, procrastination, laziness, school assignments- you name it all. I swear I love my wife (writing) but sometimes we argue and she frustrates me. She slaps me with the writers block. But in everything, I know she wants the best for me and she loves me. I am a fool. I have been cheating on her with other ephemeral desires in the form of activities. Like today, I was supposed to write a chapter of a novel I've been dreaming of writing since time immemorial, but have I written even a page? No. I remembered my school assignment, and then I watched a movie, and then I ate, and then I slept...Damn! I've procrastinated and watched the day wear off. But I swear I love her...and am going to fix this!
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