My Husband, his Mistress and I part 15

My Husband his Mistress and I pic

Michaela comes out of the front door.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, putting her arms around his waist from behind.

“Nothing,” He says on a deep sigh.

“Come one tell,” She coaxes kissing his neck softly.

His spine straightens. “I don’t like talking about her with you,”

I sit up straight in my own chair at the tone he just used to say; ‘her’.

“Marcus come on, we both know what this is, I’m not trying to replace her so you can just tell me.” Michaela says gently rubbing her chin on his shoulder.

“I just hate it when she uses that tone with me, it’s so fake and I can’t understand why she does it. I’d leave her if I didn’t love her so much. All the pretence drives me crazy.” He says in a rush.

I feel like I’ve been slapped.

“Wow,” Is all his mistress can say.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to unload; all this isn’t fair to you.”

“Hunny please, you’re cute but I’m trying not buying.” She says coming to stand in front of him.

He smiles but it’s a sad one.

“Come on, let’s no and eat that famous fish pie the mangers wife keeps raging about then we can work it off, have to keep this figure in check.” Michaela says planting a good solid kiss on my husband.

Marcus chuckles and I’m happy in a vindictive way that it doesn’t sound as deep as the one he gave me which makes me pause. Am I jealous of Michaela? How can Marcus think I don’t love him, I only behave the way he wants me to.


Short Story: My Husband, his Mistress and I part 14

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I debate what to do, I can hardly sleep in the Yaris, but I don’t want to draw attention to myself. Just as I’ve finally decided to go and check-in Marcus walks back outside on his phone.

I hear my own phone ring and hastily answer it.

“Hey, Viv, how’s Yasmin?” He says, looking tense.

“O hi Marcus,” I whisper, “everyone is fine.”

“Why are you whispering?” He says.

“O you know the kids are sleeping?”

“At seven in the evening, don’t tell me you spiked the drinks again.” He says laughing.

I watch him laugh and he looks so carefree, so unlike how he is at home with me.

“That happened one time, and it can’t be proven in court.” I defend.

He laughs harder and I feel myself start to smile at his genuine amusement.

“Anyway erm,” his humour leaves and I see him shifting from one foot to the other, “very busy here, still working.”

“O yeah, well work hard.” I say. “I should let you get back to it, see you later my darling,”

But for some reason he tenses and a look of annoyance flashes across his features.

“O Okay, say hi to my favourite two terrors,”

“Will do, bye,” I say and click the phone off before he can respond.

I watch him carefully this is the fourth time I’ve noticed that he has tensed when I’ve said; ‘darling’, which is strange since he started the trend. He just stares at the phone in his hand for a few moments.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 13

My Husband his Mistress and I pic

Michaela gets out of the car and throws her hands in the air, they are shouting at each other – he gets out of the car and points in my direction and I feel the air go out of my body. He knows! She gestures here, then somewhere else and keeps gesturing, I’m getting the idea – she thinks he is paranoid.

He nods at whatever she is saying and makes to get back in the driver’s seat but she kisses him; and he and I both gasp at the same time. Right out in public, Marcus seems to be following my sentiments because they start arguing again.

I belatedly remember the listening device I have in my handbag, I haven’t been using it because the noise from the traffic has been interfering but I get it out just in case. Just when I’m finished setting it up they go back inside.

They drive to a beautiful yet humble looking bed and breakfast and get out.

“For fucks sake Michaela someone could have seen us!” Marcus says as soon as they are out of the car.

“No one saw, just calm down, look we have the whole weekend to ourselves, we both need to unwind so let’s not spend it arguing.” She says sliding her body closer to his and looking deeply into his eyes.

I smile.

“Well played,” I whisper.

They walk towards bed and breakfast.