All I could feel were my legs vibrating.
The bed creaked. The headboard hit the wall in a noisy pattern, rhythmic to how I was being pounded. It took months for Osas and me to plan this. Endless back-and-forth text messages since the first time we ran into each other in the elevator. The nights when I would sit on the toilet seat, sending messages and smiling. The surprise good morning texts via WhatsApp, with his name saved as Vivienne. Osas was falling in love with me fast. I had spent several evenings at his place, having dinner and chilling. He was my happy place. An escape from the madness in my current life.
Today, he decided to surprise me.
He showed up looking dapper. A chocolate brown suit, black leather shoes. He dripped sophistication. I opened the door and let him in.
"You made it," I said, and planted a kiss on his lips.
"I have to, my love," he said and grabbed my slim waist. He looked into my eyes and smiled. "Did you cook anything? I am starving."
"I made some okra soup, it's in the fridge. I can make you breakfast."
He smiled and shook his head. "No, thank you. I have a different type of breakfast in mind though," he said with a smirk.
He pulled me to the sofa. Moments later he led me upstairs. I needed us to be a little more comfortable.
I had told myself this was the last time. I had told myself that the last three times too.
Osas kept pushing harder. My breaths became short. The bedboards were banging against the wall. I heard a phone vibrating somewhere — I was not sure if it was mine or his.
"Sex with Osas was a full-body workout."
I heard the phone vibrating again. Osas looked upset but he did not stop. He flipped me around. This was my favourite position with him. I moaned loudly.
Then the bedroom door flung open.
I noticed his tie first. He was still wearing his tie. He never came home still wearing his tie.
I was on all fours, with Osas behind me, and my husband was standing in the doorway staring at me in shock.
Osas came out of me. I got up from the bed. It was too late. He had seen it all.
The expression on my husband's face — I will never forget it for a long time to come.