As I mentioned in the last post, truth is stranger than fiction. My wife was quite upset with my admission of the cyber affair and no amount of explaining that it was virtual and not real could convince her. She wanted to get to the bottom of it all. She checked my cellphone records while i was asleep. She listed the numbers that i had called. My browser links were investigated. She came to the conclusion that the affair was a sustained and intense one and that it was happening right under her nose. She was furious, upset, sad and depressed all at the same time.
One night she burst out crying, screaming and cursing me. Even then I was living under the constant threat of blackmail. I could not curse myself enough through the day. The world did not know what was happening to both of us, as we went about our daily routine. Of course, our minds were not on the job at hand. We were completely disconcerted. The latest bout of her screaming left me completely bewildered. Then she did the most unexpected thing. She hugged me and kissed me and kept asking me,"why did you do this to me?"
I was totally taken aback. It took me a minute to come to senses and then I kissed her passionately and whispered,"I am sorry, darling. I loved you and even now I love you and only you." We were drowned in the play of passions and in a natural flow, we made love and lay motionless.
In the morning, I realised that all my problems of erectile dysfunction had just vanished in that moment. I whispered into her lips as she lay by my side, contented and happy at our regained togetherness. She pulled me down and clasped me tight. We were so close to each other now, and just a few hours back, all had appeared lost and distant. She delighted herself with the early morning love making.
The ghost of the cyber seductress stalks in our bedroom from time to time. I am now used to its antics. My lovely wife does try to drive out the ghost. The more she tries that, the more the ghost hides in some nook or corner. I pay no heed to it, as I undress my wife early morning and get inside her to make love and celebrate our new-found intimacy.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The long and short of it
Withing a week of writing my last post on this blog, I got an invitation on a social network site, which was to change the equation with my wife for ever.
She claimed to be 31, married, a mother of a three year old girl, educated and wealthy and asked to be contacted on email. My usual circumspection went out the window and I wrote to her and was promptly rewarded with a delectable photograph showing a decently dressed woman with just a whiff of cleavage showing. She invited me to chat on the messenger. We started chatting and then having regular cyber sex. I had no idea of what it was. But the lady initiated me into it. My wife was away. One thing led to another and we made love on the internet. We got really intimate and I started feeling guilty about keeping my wife in the dark.
I couldn't make up my mind whether this cyber sex was real or unreal. The lady said it was real for her. For me it was more of fantasy, but a very desirable and loveable one at that. For nearly 6 months this affair of sorts went on interspersed with cyber sex sessions at different times of the day, but mostly during office hours.
The whole affair went through tumultuous times. Every now or then the lady would get a bout of insecurity. She was afraid she might lose me. So she would accuse me of treating her as a a plaything and threaten to expose me to my wife. I had made the mistake of revealing my true identity to her. With threats of blackmail I would give in and we would be getting cosy soon as though nothing had happened. Invariably such bouts would occur soon after peak experiences.
I realised the lady was not in sound mental health. I thought of helping her regain her poise. But soon it was clear that this matter needed professional handling, much beyong empathy. I was not happy being subjected to threats over and over again. I introduced this matter sideways to my wife. She is a clever woman alright.
She figured out things from a few instances and I thought it better to confess to her and so told her bit by bit about our affair over the period of a week. What followed my disclosure was totally beyond my imagination! Truth is stranger than fiction.
She claimed to be 31, married, a mother of a three year old girl, educated and wealthy and asked to be contacted on email. My usual circumspection went out the window and I wrote to her and was promptly rewarded with a delectable photograph showing a decently dressed woman with just a whiff of cleavage showing. She invited me to chat on the messenger. We started chatting and then having regular cyber sex. I had no idea of what it was. But the lady initiated me into it. My wife was away. One thing led to another and we made love on the internet. We got really intimate and I started feeling guilty about keeping my wife in the dark.
I couldn't make up my mind whether this cyber sex was real or unreal. The lady said it was real for her. For me it was more of fantasy, but a very desirable and loveable one at that. For nearly 6 months this affair of sorts went on interspersed with cyber sex sessions at different times of the day, but mostly during office hours.
The whole affair went through tumultuous times. Every now or then the lady would get a bout of insecurity. She was afraid she might lose me. So she would accuse me of treating her as a a plaything and threaten to expose me to my wife. I had made the mistake of revealing my true identity to her. With threats of blackmail I would give in and we would be getting cosy soon as though nothing had happened. Invariably such bouts would occur soon after peak experiences.
I realised the lady was not in sound mental health. I thought of helping her regain her poise. But soon it was clear that this matter needed professional handling, much beyong empathy. I was not happy being subjected to threats over and over again. I introduced this matter sideways to my wife. She is a clever woman alright.
She figured out things from a few instances and I thought it better to confess to her and so told her bit by bit about our affair over the period of a week. What followed my disclosure was totally beyond my imagination! Truth is stranger than fiction.
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