I've been meaning to bring you all up to speed on the latest man in my life for some time now. You first heard about him a few weeks ago. He was the delicious one my burning loins were in a tizz about. We had the spectacular first date at the park and since then things have been going from strength to strength. We've been on some fantastic dates, including a great concert – where we felt like the oldest swingers in town (not in the 'keys in a bowl' way) but enjoyed it even more than the teenagers surrounding us, smelling of testosterone and orange squash! We had a night of superb comedy that made me think an order for Tena Lady won't be too far away. And he made it to my birthday celebrations, even though they landed on a Saturday night. I was so impressed with his ability to make excuses to the other half that I was even beginning to wonder if being married was actually the new cover for a single man!
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My loins did eventually get the better of us and I will freely admit we've been having an amazing time in bed as well as out of it. When things start so well it's almost impossible to imagine it could ever go wrong or end. I totally understand, as a mistress, things will always end, I don't plan on spending the rest of my days with someone I have met while he's cheating on his wife, but it is nice when an affair, especially a good one, lasts a while. However well it is going, sometimes life throws you a curve ball you least expect. You have to hope you can dodge most of them but sadly, one or two hit their target.
Our curve ball came last week. We had spent time together over the weekend and planned a quiet night in on Monday. A new comedy DVD and a bed picnic was arranged (even though my occasional OCD rears its ugly head at the thought of crumbs in my bed – but he was worth it!) He arrived in torrential rain, dripping wet and cold. I soon warmed him up, and when he finally got a word in edgeways he mentioned the village was starting to look very wet, verging on a flood. We decided to cut our evening short, to be on the safe side, but were sure we had time for nibbles in bed with the DVD (see it's not all flash restaurants in the world of a mistress – we can do 'normal' too) Half way through the show my neighbour rang to say 'Have you seen the weather?' I assured her it would be fine and checked out of the window. The rain was creating a puddle or two outside my house, but we were a long way from anything serious.
Just twenty minutes later she called again, worried that she might be flooding. We looked out again and panic set in. The water had risen by at least 2 inches in that time, and was visibly climbing the walls. He quickly pecked me on the cheek and jumped into his car. He headed out of the village, and I heaved a sigh of relief as his lights disappeared into the dark. I turned to come back in the house and he arrived back at my door. Apparently the police and fire service were already in the village turning cars away from the exit roads. I told him of an alternative route and he headed off. 100 metres away he stopped. My heart sank. We were well and truly flooded and the exits were all blocked.
He came back to my house with a look of sheer terror on his face. As he wrapped his arms around me he whispered 'What do I do? What do I tell her? How do I explain this?' At that point I had no answers, but we needed to act fast. I called everyone I knew with a 4 x 4 or tractor, to stand by if his car got stranded. No one could help, they were all busy trying to save their own homes from the rising water. We sat down and talked through the options for an alibi, none of them seemed plausible or (excuse the pun) watertight!
One of my neighbours had walked through the village to see how bad the situation was, and told us the fire service were pumping the water out of the road. I told him to try his best, and call me if he got stuck and we'd think of something. He simply had to get home. He couldn't have explained any reason to be out all night midweek. He had nothing to lose, but equally everything to lose, so he went for it. I got a call ten anxious minutes later saying he was through the worst and on a main road. I was so relieved, but clearly nowhere near as relieved as him!
The following morning we chatted and he seemed a lot calmer. But I knew the previous night’s close call was playing on his mind. It took us another four days before we could talk properly, and we both knew what had to be done. His daughter had hugged him tight when he arrived safely that fateful evening. His heart had broken over how much damage he could possibly have done to her, and his wife, if he had been caught out, or worse, had an accident in the dreadful weather. I have never wanted to be with someone who isn't completely sure about what he is doing and why, even to a point of making that very clear in my profile. That night had planted the seed of doubt in his mind. I knew his family was the most important thing to him, so I encouraged him to make the right decision, and he did. It was all too much for him. The chance of being caught, miles from home, had become very real. As much as he cared for me, I wasn't worth the pain he could inflict on the ones he loved. And as much as I loved having him in my life, I didn't want to delay the inevitable, so it was sensible to end it now, before we got any more involved, and before fate set in and blew his world apart.
The floods caused so much chaos around the country, houses were wrecked, possessions were destroyed, but the emotional fall out could have caused untold harm. Thankfully, our damage limitation worked this time, but we aren't going to tempt fate again. I wish him well, and hope he sorts out his marriage. I think his dabble in the world of infidelity made him appreciate just what he had, and could quite easily have lost, in the duration of a storm. But it's sad to think how much longer we could have lasted if Mother Nature hadn't intervened.
Karen uses leading married persons dating website IllicitEncounters.com