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.