John's Affair II

John's Affair, Part Two

“Hey, Bella! Mind cleaning up the living room? I shouted.
“Coming, sir!” was the reply. I made myself comfortable on the couch while I waited. And then I changed positions again.
In came Bella, and my heart seemed to stop. Sweet Bella, with her cute golden hair tied up at the back of her head. That had been the wife’s idea. The hot maid uniform had also been her idea. Not that the uniform was indecent, mind you, but it fit Bella so well I could see the curves on her body.
“You seem to be in a good mood today, Bella!” I said as she cheerfully picked up the plates.
“I just love Saturdays, sir.” She beamed at me.
“And why is that?”
She looked at the floor guiltily. “On Saturdays I get to leave early, sir.”
“Wow, is it really that bad to stay around me?” I said, pretending to look hurt.
“No, that’s not it!” she said quickly.
Taking a deep breath to gather myself, I said sweetly: “You know Bella, I really like Saturdays,”
“Why is that, sir?” she asked politely.
“Well, because even if just for a couple of hours, I get to be alone with you.”
The maid, eyes wide, opened her mouth, but seemed unable to speak.
“I really fancy you, Bella.” I said unnecessarily. And then she broke out of her trance.
“No,” she said, taking a step back, “no.”
Turning quickly around, dropping the plates with a loud crash, she ran away from the room. She might have been crying.
Fuck, John! What did you do now? I cursed under my breath. What the hell were you thinking?
“Is everything OK, sir? I heard a crash.”
I spun around and saw the gardener standing at the door, clothes and face filthy with mud and grass.
“You stay out of this!” I shouted, pointing my finger at him shakily, and then I ran after the maid.

John's Affair

John's Affair, Part One:

Today was the day I would finally cheat on my wife. I had come to this decision over the past few days. Truth be told, I lived a very boring life.
Not that I had an unhappy marriage. I loved the wife, I really did. If not for her, I wouldn’t know what to do with my life.
I loved my big house too. It was roomy; it was beautiful; it was everything I ever wanted, and then some more. The wife was a pretty good decorator too, so that helped.
I loved my job too. With it I had acquired everything I wanted. Heck, as a child I would never have expected to marry my childhood sweetheart, get a great job and buy a house so big it needed 3 servants to care for.
But that wasn’t enough for me. My seemingly perfect life bored me to no end. I had no hobbies I liked. Sure, I collected wooden models. They were big, beautiful and expensive. But I didn’t care much for the darned models anymore - they looked grand when showing them to a visitor, and that was that.
I looked over at the wife. She was sprawled on the bed next to me, still asleep. She was still wearing lipstick, her mouth still slightly smudged from when I had kissed her goodnight. I had never cheated my wife before, never told her a single lie.
But that was all about to change.
***
The wife and I were watching cable TV, eating our breakfast. It was Saturday, so I would be home all day. She wasn’t, though.
“I wish I could stay longer, dear.” She said. I, in turn, wished she was gone already. I had things to do.
“Then skip your Yoga class and stay here with me.”
“Now, you know I can’t do that!” she answered, pretending to look shocked. To be honest, I liked that she did her Yoga classes. I’d rather not explain why though. It was a husband and wife thing.
Finishing up the rest of her coffee, she left the house. I was glad she hadn’t kissed me good-bye. It would have made things harder.

New Year Resolution

Yeah yeah, happy new year, etc.

I guess my new year's resolution is...
(the part that has to do with this blog at least)
learn html (in process), write 2 full novels.

My sponsor (aka dad) just got me a laptop so lets see if this helps me write.