I Slept with My Boss and It COST me My MARRIAGE

My name is Margaret. No, you can’t call me Meg, I hate that name now. It is what my husband used to call me (which I really loved), but I can’t bring myself to hear anyone call me that now. Not after what I did

You see, I’m a very complex woman exactly why I married a very simple man in the first place

If my husband and I were to be equations, I’d probably be a matrix while my husband would be a simple, linear algebra. I love my husband, in his simple, calm & stress-free sense of life.

At home, you would always find my husband in his shorts and polo shirt. He even wears those kinds of shirts to work, except on days there’d be a client meeting

My husband’s best phrase is “it’s fine” or “it’s okay” This is his most common response to any question thrown at him

“Is the food nice?”

“It’s fine, Jane.”

“Do you want more cream in the salad?”

“No, it’s okay.”

I liked my husband’s one-front, easy-to-predict person. I think I did. And then I met my boss. Before joining the advertising firm, I was with one of the telecoms in Victoria Island

While there, sleeping with my boss was something I never could have imagined. I mean, if that man was the last on earth, I would masturbate till I die. Don’t get me wrong, he was not perfectly ugly in fact, he was fine by any standard.

But he stood for all the things I am against: bad hair, bad breath, bad eating manners, I can’t keep mentioning.

And, most importantly, I loved my husband. Deeply. To cheat on a man as amazing as my husband, the man has to be two times better.

And my current boss presented that situation. He is a perfect gentleman. He is my husband, with a touch of adventure. You would find this thrill in the way he dressed, talked, walked, drove, just everything he did. And he works out too.

My husband is not fat he is a lean-bodied fine man who was everything I wanted. Used to be. I didn’t marry him out of convenience. We were actually deeply in love (I still am). And then I got it and started wanting more. Aint we all stupid and confused in this life?

It had been easy to notice that my new boss was flirting wit me. Or maybe he wasn’t maybe he was only being the gentleman he is. Maybe I just started reading meanings into nothing

One evening, we worked really late into d evening, in preparation for a client’s visit d next day

When we eventually got done, my boss offered to buy me dinner.

B-Hive is one of the good restaurants in Lekki. We chatted at length while we ate, of majorly personal issues. He drove me home that night but refused to come in.

My husband asked whose car noise he heard because I hadn’t driven out in my car. “I used an Uber,” I lied.

“Oh okay,” he said. “So did you guys finally get everything sorted out at work?”

“We tried,” I said. “I’m so tired.”

“You must be. Go and get a shower while I microwave something for you.”

“Oh don’t bother about food, I’m not hungry.”

“You are not?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I had something already.”

“Oh.” My husband said nothing else and just turned to walk inside.

“Babe?” I called him.

He turned back to me. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry I came back late tonight.”

“Oh, it’s fine.”

I did not know why I felt guilty that night. Perhaps it was the Uber lie. But I knew it was not just it. It was the sinful thoughts going on in my mind.

. I thought that my boss might want to have sex with me, and it scared me that I might not say no.

It was on a very rainy Wednesday night that my boss and I finally had sex. We were away in Abuja, on a UN summit whose publicity we handled.

. We were lodged in the same hotel, my boss and I, but in different rooms.

After the long day, my boss and I sat with some other colleagues at the hotel’s exterior, chatting over grilled meat and wine.

I was tipsy. I guessed everyone else was too.

It’s been close to an hour after I retired to my room that I heard a knock. I got d door it was my boss, looking different.

He was not in a suit, or in anything formal he wore a plain, ash-coloured T-shirt and mustard shorts. dim lights of the room showed his handsomeness.

He entered t& his scent filled the air. He had prepared for this night, I could tell. Without a lot of talking, he grabbed me & started kissing me.

I wanted to resist but I wanted him too. I wanted to have him. He slipped off my sleeping dress & cupped my breasts with one hand

He was masterly, like someone who knew exactly how to please a woman.

“I want you to breastfeed me,” he whispered to my ear and immediately took one of my hardened nipples into his mouth.

He took some time switching between both nipples and then he slid his hand in between my legs and held me tight. And that way he drew me to the bed and came on top of me.

He took off his shirt, revealing a well-chiselled upper body

He moved out of the bed to take off his shorts. His firm, muscular ass ballooned in my face as he bent to pull off the shorts. When he turned, his hardness thrust into the air like a tree branch. He came back to me on the bed, taking his position between my legs.