Lusting over the opposite sex could be intoxicating. How far you can go in â€˜nettingâ€™ the object of your affection could be as deranging as the worst of fevers.
Some few months back, at one of these private A-list parties, Dora was having the time of her life. So were a few of us that shared a table.
Weâ€™re all social friends and the banter was smutty but harmless, until Greg walked in. An obvious hunk, he was way beyond our reach because of his young age – barely 30. He obviously knew Dora as he stopped for a chat, his after-shave almost fouling the air. You know the type of these cock-sure men, just before making an entrance at any function, they top up on their aftershave, ignoring the less-is-more doctrine.
As he exchanged banter with Dora, his eyes were firmly fixed on her cleavage. In fairness to the poor bloke, the top Dora had on left very little to the imagination. They exchanged phone numbers. What for I thought fleetingly? Later Dora let it slip that Greg was the older sibbling of her daughterâ€™s boyfriend. Safe enough, I thought.
But how safe sort of burst into the open some four months later. Greg had apparently found his way into Doraâ€™s pants. None of their escapades would have been noticed if Tade, Doraâ€™s husband, hadnâ€™t chucked her out.
â€œItâ€™s Gloriaâ€™s faultâ€, she fumed as I let her in when she begged to be put up for the night. â€œAnd sheâ€™s going to pay, mark my word.â€ Then she burst into heart wrenching tears. What happened?
â€œTade found out about Greg and I from Gloria,â€ she spat.
It took a few seconds for me to figure out who Greg was. â€œYou slept with Greg?â€ I asked, appalled.
â€œI couldnâ€™t resist him.â€ She confessed. â€œHe pursued me endlessly, said flattering things to me. You know Tadeâ€™s libido had been down for a while and it was quite flattering when Greg sent me steamy texts of all the things he would love to do to me if he had half a chance.
I texted him back. What started as harmless bantering took a wild turn the day I agreed to see him at his flat. Iâ€™d hardly touched my drink when he pounced. He was also muscular – a far cry from Tadeâ€™s sinewy, middle-aged body. I wanted him – all that young, hard rippled sexiness. And he was well worth the risk of my marriage as we made wild passionate love.
â€œIt continued for a while until Gregâ€™s steady read my texts from his phone. Sheâ€™s very friendly with Gloria and couldnâ€™t believe I could send such scotching texts to a young man, let alone her boyfriend. She showed the text to Gloria. Iâ€™d been quite impatient with Greg as I hadnâ€™t heard from him for days, Iâ€™d believed we would be lovers for as long as I wanted it. I know I hadnâ€™t imagined the lust on his face as heâ€™d made love to me.
The last time we met, he promised to get in touch, but he hadnâ€™t. Sud-denly I knew I had to find out why. I waited for some minutes after I was sure the house was quiet then sent him a text. â€˜We need to meet soonâ€™ I texted. His reply was almost instant. â€˜I donâ€™t think we would meet againâ€™ he replied. I stared at the message in disbelief. Why was he saying that?
I called his number but his phone just rang and rang. When I tried again a few minutes later, it went straight to voice mail. In the end, I had to go to bed, and, of course, I couldnâ€™t sleep.
â€œThe next day when Gloria came back from work, I was in the kitchen with Tade when she virtually flew at me . â€˜You shameless womanâ€™, she shrieked. â€˜Iâ€™m ashamed to call you my mother. Greg was appalled. â€˜Donâ€™t speak to your mother like that,â€™ he warned. ButÂ Gloria wasnâ€™t through yet. â€œYou donâ€™t know what sheâ€™s done!â€ She yelled.
I went cold. Sheâ€™d obviously cottoned on to Greg and I! I felt like a condemned criminal. I looked at my daughter and saw her lovely face all twisted up with hate. â€œMumâ€™s been trying to get it off with Gregâ€, she cried, â€œhis girlfriend showed me all the smutty texts she sent him. Itâ€™s disgusting. My own mother – and under dadâ€™s roof tooâ€.
Tade stared at me, horror stricken. As shocked as I was by my humiliation, there was pure anger too. Greg was obviously trying to make out he was innocent. That it was me doing the chasing. And I wasnâ€™t having any of that.
â€œIs that what Greg said?â€ I spat. â€œThat Iâ€™ve been running after him? Did you and your precious friend ask him what happened when I actually caught him?â€ I simply couldnâ€™t stop myself – the hurt of betrayal was too deep. â€œWe slept together,â€ I continued, â€œnot once, but a whole lot of times. Thatâ€™s your precious Greg for you.â€
For a few seconds, I though she was going to hit me. But she simply turned and went out of the door. Poor Tade. He looked as if someone had stabbed him in the heart and twisted the knife. â€œGet out!â€ he bawled. â€œWhat kind of wife and mother are you?â€
I turned on him, reminding him of how Iâ€™d been sexually starved by him and how all this was his fault. He pushed me out of the house and shut the door in my face.â€
The last thing she wanted was for me to start blaming her. We had to think of ways of bringing a semblance of sanity back into this marriage.
Tadeâ€™s pain was still raw when I saw him a few days later. But I spent hours with him, trying to make him see his wifeâ€™s frustration too. Obviously no excuse for what she did, but surely, he could be sympathetic?
My friend has reallyÂ madeÂ a mess of things. She still lives in my spare room, and while I now sense Tade would like to try again, Gloria still hasnâ€™t gotten over her motherâ€™s bad behaviour and has gone to live with Greg and her friend!.
Itâ€™s like sheâ€™s having a sort of revenge and I canâ€™t really blame her. I told Dora the same. Gloria is young and emotional, just learning about life and love. Her mother should have protected her. Instead, sheâ€™d broken her heart. Only time will sort out this sordid mess Doraâ€™s lust has put everybody into.