My infidelity, once or twice a week over almost 40 years has never been discovered by Norma, my wife. It has been a close thing at times, but I plan very carefully.
Last night, Norma went for a meal with two female friends. I dropper her off at a cocktail bar at 6:15 pm. I am in the middle of converting my loft into extra office space and I told Norma I was going to work on the loft conversion while she was out. I came back from dropping her off, and worked as fast as I could till eight O'Clock. My alibi needed a good deal of work to have been done.
At eight O'Clock, I drove to Diane's, arriving at 8:24. I had told her I could stay only 20 minutes, so she smothered me with kisses the moment I entered her house. Within five minutes, we were naked and making love in bed, frantically. At around quarter to nine, she orgasmed. I followed moments later. I showered my bits and my face, threw on my clothes, stepped outside and realised that I could smell either Diane's perfume or perfumed soap on my skin. If I could smell it, so might Norma.
I drove home, arriving at around 9:08, took of my shirt, washed my upper half, put on an old shirt, then put on my overalls. I climbed into the loft, rubbed my hands into dust and grime and rubbed my hands over my face and into my hair.
Just after 9:30, I was outside the restaurant. When Norma came out, she scolded me gently for getting into the car when I was so grimy.
Now, supposing the car had broken down when I was on my way to Diane's, or supposing I got a speeding ticket, or had an accident? Supposing Norma had phoned me while I was out because she wanted to come home early? I would not have answered the phone immediately, but would have rung her back later explaining that I had gone to B&Q (DIY store) to by some screws. B&Q is in the same part of town as Diane's house. I might even have gone to the store to buy the screws or to discover they were closed.
Every time I am unfaithful, I plan as if it is a military exercise. By Monday, I will need another woman. I'll start planning now.
Friday, 9 April 2010
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