My Husband, his Mistress and I part 15

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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.

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My Husband, his Mistress and I part 13

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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.

My Husband, his Mistress and I part 11

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I wait an hour before I drive to his work place.

I find out a few things about his Mistress also known as Michaela, originally form Columbia and is a certified paralegal. Amazing what a few placed calls will do.

Out with my trustee binoculars again.

Nothing happens in the morning.

Nothing happens in the afternoon.

By the early evening I’m wondering if I didn’t just make the whole thing up in my head. When my husband starts packing away for the evening I’m almost convinced that the whole thing was a vivid hallucination brought on by way too much day time TV.

Marcus switches his light off and I start my engine vaguely wondering what I’m going to tell him about dinner not being ready on time.

Michaela walks into his office – all killer curves and high heels. I roll my eyes but inside I’m excited.

She walks forward and says something to him – he shakes his head. I make a mental note to buy some spy gear from eBay. Because yeah.

They have a back and forth with him shaking his head the entire time. He walks away and I make a frustrated sound in the back of my throat – but then he puts his hand on her arm and a look passes between them before he turns and walks out.