It’s been a while since anything came by our openbook email, but suddenly this one came through and I must say it’s quite the story. Read this from our anonymous openbook writer, and throw some advice if any…Me I don’t know what to tell the guy that he doesn’t already know.
From the title, it’ll seem a little crude and brash what I’m trying to say, but it is the truth I speak. I am f*cking a married woman, or shall I say, a “happily” married woman. I know I need to stop, and there is no good end to a story like this, but I just can’t seem to help myself. Before we all throw stones, I think it’s important to understand how all this came about.
A couple of days later, we chatted on the phone, and exchanged a few text messages and eventually decided to meet up for drinks and suya at the same joint we met at. We chatted, gisted and just generally connected. We were so in tune with each other that I was beginning to really like her already, and then she told me something I wasn’t prepared for. That she had just recently separated from her husband, and was steal dealing with the overwhelming shock and social stigma of it. At 28, she explained that she was a mother of 2, with no husband. In her words, “not what I would’ve thought of the day I got married.” We continued our drinks, and after a while we were both pretty tipsy. I decided to drop her off at her place. The house was a big family size house, and I remember wondering if she just bought/rented it after the divorce or the ex-husband vacated the residence for her. It seemed a little odd to have such a nice place shortly after a divorce, but whatever. I walked her to the door, and was just going to settle for a hug, when all of sudden she grabbed me and began to kiss me, and before I knew what was happening we were rolling into her living room, undressing along the way, and baam… we were f**king on the couch. As weird as it felt, I loved every second of it. She did things that night, that I would never have thought she’d be so comfortable doing. After cuddling and kissing for a little while, we both passed out on the cold marble floor.
Next morning, she wakes me up sharply and tells me I need to leave as her family members were coming, and so I quickly put on my clothes, and ran out of the house. She promised she would call me, but that I shouldn’t call her as she doesn’t want her family to think she is already dating again shortly after her separation. I agreed and let it be. Heck, I was still in pleasant shock from what transpired the night before and was ready to drop the gist to my padis asap.
Weeks passed and still no call from Bose, and after I sent a couple of text messages that received no reply, I decided to forget about her. I was at the joint again one day to go get suya for some visitors at my place when I saw Bose again…. looking extra fine as always and with 2 young toddlers. I approached and she smiled and apologized for not calling me back, and said she would soonest. I definitely didn’t think I’ll be getting a text message less than an hour after we saw… “My family is still at my house… Can you meet me at Kabo Hotel in 2 hrs?” 2.5 hours later we were at the master suite in Kabo hotel having wild sex once again. Next morning I wake up alone, with a note by the bed, with Bose saying she had to get back home before everyone in the house woke up. At this point, I started suspecting that something fishy was up… that she might not be entirely honest about things, but I quickly buried that suspicion. After all she’s not my wife or girlfriend so I have no right to question her so to speak.
This random, and spontaneous sex-capades continued for about 6 months. I’d get a call or text from her and we’d hook up and f*ck. That’s what I call it, cos that is exactly what it was. Very little conversation for the most part, and I liked the thrill of it. Which guy wouldn’t like no-strings attached sex?
All seemed ok, until one day I was looking through a recently published Ovation magazine only to see a picture of Bose with a well built heavy looking man, and underneath, the caption read Chief & Mrs blah blah blah at the opening ceremony of some boutique that was recently opened. I tried to calculate in a way that it must’ve been before we met, but this boutique was opened a few months ago. She’s married. That little bug in me that told me something wasn’t right is actually a reality. A Big Reality. I sent her a text and demanded to know if she was married and without any extra explanation, she simply replied, “Yes, I am.” I was sooo disguted with myself and her that I swore not to see her again and immediately deleted her number.
A couple of weeks later, a call comes in and it’s Bose on the other line… she pleads with me and explains to me that they are trying to work it out, and after a couple of mins of talking tells me that she needs me, and as weak of a person that I am, I agreed to meet her at her place. Her husband was out of town on business. Another wild f**king session happened, and this time the house was empty so we explored every corner of the house. From the kitchen, to the living room, the master bedroom and in the jacuzzi. It was as if we were trying to get it in for the last time. Except that it wasn’t the last time.
The routine was back on, and we’d hook up and f**k at her convenience and seeing that I am single, I wasn’t feeling like I was cheating on anyone. The bad feeling that I do have though is much worse, and that is that karma will come back to bite me. I’m sexually addicted to a married woman and I don’t know how to end it. Each time I tell myself I’m done, she calls and just like that, I’m in her again. It also seems like recently I’ve run into her and her husband a little more than usual and each time we see in public when she is with her husband we pretend like we don’t know each other…. like we are total strangers. I look at him and feel like crap, because I know I could easily be in his shoes. From the outside he looks like he takes care of his business as a husband and father, and from all indication doesn’t seem to have outside babes.
But I’m just addicted to Bose’s body. The sex is incredible and in all honesty, I’m not ready to just let it go like that. But I feel like one day I’ll get caught in the act. I’m hooked, and even if I tried to stop, all it takes is her request and I’ll come running back. I need advice. Do I need to move? Do I need therapy? I feel like I know the right thing to do, but I can’t get myself to doing it. Any advice will help.