Bombastic Encounter with My Husband Mistress, Episode 1

What!' I exploded, down the phone line to my friend.

'He's having what?' Had I heard her correctly?

My husband was having an affair, with a woman in her street, I was incredulous, 'never,' I said, 'he would never betray me.' I shouted.

'I'm sorry Kehinde,' Lola said, 'but he has to be, I've seen him 3 or 4 times now, going in for a 2 or 3 hours, coming out, and driving off.


'And there have been other men, too.'

'Who is it?' I demanded.

'I don't know her name,' she said, 'but she's is Igbo, Delta, or something, I'm not sure.'

'And she lives in your street? I asked.

'Yes, you know I only moved here 2 weeks ago, so KC won't know where I live will he?' She said.

'No.' I replied.

'I don't want to upset you, any more than I have Kehinde, but she is very beautiful and very small too,' she told me, 'I've spoken to her, briefly.'

'Well,' I said, 'she's going to have a world of trouble now; I'm not putting up with this.' I told her.

'Don't do any thing silly Kehinde,' she said.

'I won't, I promise, but I'll be at your house tomorrow, at 9:00 if that's okay with you?' I asked.

'No problem,' she said, 'but please Kehinde, just keep me out of it, okay?'

'I will, I promise,' and called off.

When my husband came home that night, I was all sweetness and light, dinner, wine, the works, we went to bed later, I refused his kind offer of sex, and thinking back, he had tailed off lately, hadn't he?

But I wouldn't have let him touch me, with a 10 foot barge pole!

The following morning, off he went to work.

I dressed to kill, literally, my long Brazilian hair piled onto the top of my head, to give me more height, which is 5' 8" in my bare feet, I weigh around, 54 kg, so I'm no lightweight, but it's all in the right places.

My face is symmetrical, high cheekbones, wide eyes, full lipped; I look good, with out being ostentatious

I put on a frilly white blouse, a black short skirt, matching jacket, high heels, stocking, suspenders, silk panties, and front fastening bra.

I'm Kehinde Ugonna by the way, 25 years old, my husband’s name is KC short for Kelechukwu,  yes I married an Igbo man and we've been married 4 years, and I had thought happily, I was really upset about this, and hoped with all my heart, that my friend Lola, was wrong.

I set off to her house, and got there a little after 9 am, I went in, she took me in her arms, but I wouldn't let myself cry, because I didn't want to spoil my make up.

I looked at the house from her window; it was really big, it must have lots of rooms, I thought, to myself.

Lola told me everything she had witnessed, it had to be true, the bastard was being unfaithful!

'Okay.' I said to her, 'I’m going round there now, and confront her.'

'Kehinde,' she gasped, 'Kehinde you mustn't, you still can't be certain about this, even though I personally am.'

'I’m going, and that's that.' I told her, and off I went.

I walked down the street, and knocked on the front door.

I waited, and it opened, and there in front of me, was the most exquisite, doll like woman, I had ever seen, and Lola was right, she was so beautiful, it amazed me.

It shook me a little, because I knew KC didn't like small women, I knew my husband, didn't I?

And she can't have possibly been, any where near 5ft tall

I didn't wait to be asked in, or what I wanted, I just walked straight past her, and told her in no uncertain terms, that I wanted words!

I heard the door close, and a mutter, about rudeness.

Rudeness! I'll show her fucking rudeness, I said to myself!

I went into what seemed to be, her sitting room, it was huge, there were sofa's and arm chairs all around the walls, with side tables in between each one, it must have sat about 20 people,

It was carpeted in a very lush, thick fabric, my feet sank into it, a large square rug centred on it, I noticed, that every thing in the room, was very very expensive, paintings, and murals on the walls, the whole shooting match.