He pauses at the door before entering, not sure of what exactly to expect. Surely Irene Elizabeth had seen him kissing Olga. Of course it was more than kissing, it went all the way to the act as old as time. But he let himself believe she couldn’t have seen more. She probably had been too shocked and turned right around to avoid seeing more. That is what his wife would do. Elizabeth was a submissive woman, small bodied with a shy face and a ready smile. Her beauty was not hidden, it was all out there for all to see and her graceful walk and polite talk made people like her more. Enough of his friends admitted to having fantasies about her. She was a catch, they had told him when he had suggested popping the question to her, and he had known it too. Now three years later, here he was. Trying to figure out how to explain to Elizabeth that what she saw meant nothing. Sometimes, men just couldn’t help themselves. They needed to cheat. He thought of Olga’s full breast and firm butt. He felt himself hardening and cursed. He was going to have to stop seeing her. He just hoped her exit would be as quiet as his wife’s had been when she had followed them to the hotel. Thank God the watchman had told him, at least he knew what he was getting himself into.

He knocked gently and tried the lock – open – great! At least she didn’t lock him out. The smell of his favourite dish “Pilau” attacked his nostrils as soon as he entered the house.

“Liz, am home!” He shouted, holding back at using ‘honey’ just in time. If she was in a pissed mood, the last thing she needed was to hear what sounded like sweet nothings to her.

“Hey, am in the kitchen!” Came her sweet jovial voice. His eyes drew together in confusion. She sounded happy, jubilant to be exact. This was not what he had expected. Removing his coat he headed to the kitchen. He met her at the door as she was making her way to him, a knife on her right hand. He froze. “Please tell me you’re hungry, this meal just took me twice as long to make today!” She said as she swung her hands around his neck and standing on tiptoe, planted a kiss on his lips. “Honey, are you ok?” She asked, stepping away from his rigid frame that had not hugged her back. Her quizzical look and hurt expression completely threw him off.

“Yeah…am…what’s going on? Whats with the happy mood and the cooking?” He asked, trying to cover up by taking her into his arms and kissing her fully on the lips. The kiss lasted long enough for him to be reassured that Elizabeth didn’t know about Olga yet. Someone might have followed him, someone the watchman had seen, but it had not been his wife.

“Wow!” She said giggling as they broke the kiss. “I should definitely cook more often,” she said as she looked deep into his eyes with her dark black eyes. Then planting a quick kiss on his lips, moved away from him and went back to cutting the rip red tomatoes into rings, just the way he liked them. He moved next to the stove and lifted the lid, taking a breathfull of the sweet aroma before putting the lid back on.

“This is going to be awesome! It’s going to my record book.” She laughed and giggled as he tickled her.

“Mac…I need to make this salad!” She said shooing him away as she laughed. “Why don’t you set the table, this will only be a couple more minutes.” After another not so quick kiss, he went off to the dining room to set the table. He couldn’t believe how worried he had been over nothing. Of course he still had to stop seeing Olga…soon. Maybe he would break it off at the end of the month.

Elizabeth walked into the dining room with a bowl of salad and stopped midway. The light was dimmed, and four candles illuminated their dining table.

“Wow, Mac! Table mats would have done just fine!” She said as she placed the salad on the table. And turned to her husband, “but this is way cooler.” Then planting a kiss on his lips, she walked back to the kitchen, stopping midway to look at her husband hungrily. “At this rate, you will be getting a reward this evening!” Then after seductively licking her lips, she was gone.

The dinner was a glorious affair, they chatted and traded stories from the day. It was not different from many dinners they had often had, but the significance of the home made meal was greatly appreciated. They talked, laughed, teased, kissed. And for those minutes, Mac couldn’t help but make a promise to himself. He had to say goodbye to Olga, he wouldn’t risk losing this, not for anything in the world!

“Don’t stop!” Elizabeth urged as she forced her lips back on his again, dragging him back to the carpet where they were and wrapping her legs around him. Mac knew just how much she would hate herself is she woke up to find last night’s dishes on the table, but she was on fire now, and so was he. There was no stopping the fire.

“No, honey, am not stopping!” He said he moved his lips from hers to her neck. A few minutes later, Elizabeth was on top, half naked and trailing down towards his pleasure zone. He lay under her, moaning at every action Elizabeth did with her artful tongue. Polite and submissive his wife always appeared to be, but in the bedroom, all that was thrown out of the window. He lifted himself off the carpet as she removed his last pieces of clothing. He waited eagerly as she her lips started trailing her hands as they made their way up his thighs. He sighed and closed his eyes in anticipation….waiting…

“KAAAPPPPAAAAWWWW!”

A stinging slap brought him back to reality. Before he could react, Elizabeth had already landed the second slap on his other cheek.

“Who the heck do you think I am?” She said, shouting at the top of her voice.

“Liz…what the hell is going on?” he said, the lovemaking quickly forgotten and his face stinging from Elizabeth’s hard slaps.

“Oh! What is going on? You are asking me what is going on? I’ll tell you what is going on! You! You are going on.” Then rushing to his coat, she grabbed it and made her way with it to the door, yanking it open and throwing the coat out.

“Get out!” She said. Mac was too dumbfounded to speak. He had never seen his wife this mad, never heard him speak this loud.

“GET OUT NOW!” She shouted rushing at him, then he saw the knife and ducked just in time for it to leave nothing but a slight scratch on his arm.

“Liz…listen to me…will you….damn LIZ!”

“Marcus….I am VERY VERY ANGRY right now. Now, you have 5 seconds…FIVE! To get out of MY house…yeah..I can pay rent too…or die.”

Marcus looked at the woman who was his wife not recognizing her at all. Of course she was mad, but killing him, that couldn’t happen….could it? He could probably take the knife away from her easy…but did he really want to risk that?

“Four….three….two…..times up asshole!” She said, charging towards him with the knife again, the look of a cold murderer in her eyes. Quickly, he grabbed his pants from where he had thrown them and rushed out, his naked buttocks narrowly missing the slamming door behind him.

He heard her turning the lock, heard her sigh as she leaned on the door. He wanted to call out to her, apologize, say something, but the giggles that were turning to outright laughs stopped him as he realized a group of people on the streets all watching him, and his bare butt!