MY HUSBAND CAUGHT ME IN BED WITH HIS SON

PART ONE:

I was undecided about putting this story down but I realise that if I don’t tell anyone, I am not helping myself, moreover how do I get help when I can’t talk about it. My friends are in the dark and so are my parents. My husband and I are South Africans and we met some years ago. I am tall, dark and extremely beautiful with a fantastic shape

In fact, that is what attracted my husband to me. My name is Mandisa, I schooled in England and it was during my A-Level I met Lesedi. Lesedi was wonderful, full of life and zest. We had a frolicking time but too soon the fun was over. I often wonder if that was the only time I was truly happy.

You see I married my husband because of his money. I am used to a life of comfort so why should I settle for less? Lesedi and I were both young when we met, we probably didn’t manage our relationship well. Bottom line? We went our separate ways. Years later, I met Dingane in South Africa when I returned home, he is much older than me but sure knows how to spoil a girl. We didn’t date for long since we both knew what we wanted.

Dingane really loved my model like shape and looks and I? Well he wasn’t bad looking but most importantly Dingane is filthy rich and I am a girl that loves comfort and the good things of life. I guess you may think I am a gold digger but in my own way I love him.

Things were really rosy for a while between us. I had all the jewelry, clothes and even had more shoes and bags than Imelda Marcos. I traveled round the five continents and my life was just one big roller coaster ride. I knew how to catch my fun.

I also have a very good friend Bidemi whom I did my A-levels with. Infact if it were not for Bidemi, I wouldn’t have written this story. Bidemi, is my good friend and a Nigerian and whenever she comes visiting to South Africa, we hang out a lot together. She has a good listening ear and has been there for me. Any wonder she is the only friend I have been able to open up to against the express wishes of my husband.

After spending some years together, life could not have been happier. Then my husbands children by his first wife who lived in England decided to visit their father in South Africa. Ordinarily that should be a happy event but I was apprehensive.

Would they like me? Would they think I am a gold digger and didn’t love their dad? I wondered. Up until then I had never been unfaithful to my husband, so why was I jittery? May be because I was so much younger than my husband. I really didn’t know what it was that I was uncomfortable with. Take your pick it could be some of the above or all of the above. May be I had a premonition of what was about to happen.

Anyway Dingane’s kids finally arrived. That evening I paced up and down the front lounge extremely nervous. Dingane kept reassuring me that they would love me. When they finally showed up, the driver came down first and opened the door. At this time my husband and I were standing on the front porch.

My husband had told me their names were Kagiso and Lesedi but NEVER in my wildest dream would I have believed that faith would be this cruel to me. Standing right in front of me was 'my Lesedi’, I was rooted to the spot. I opened my mouth but no words came out, I was in a state of shock.

Fortunately Dingane was too busy kissing and hugging Kagiso, he didn’t notice. It was probably at this point or when we were alone, I should have said something but I said nothing, either at that point or later. My moment passed and Lesedi was hugging his Dad and they were slapping each others backs. I stood there like a dutiful wife, waiting for my husband to do the introductions.

When he did, Kagiso and Lesedi were both extremely polite and courteous. Lesedi did not bat an eyelid. He shook my hands solemnly and commended his Dad for finding such a beautiful woman and hoping to find some one this beautiful for himself.

The tempo of my heartbeat increased because seeing Lesedi brought all the memories back. I was almost overwhelmed with my feelings for Lesedi as they came back full force. We had dinner that night and we all went to bed early. It was an emotional night and we were all drained, especially me.

I lay awake in bed that night with my husband sleeping by my side. Battling within me, undecided if I should do the honourable thing and come out clean. How do I tell my husband that the man I told him was insignificant, that I lost my virginity to is his son? I was so muddled up. It was a no win situation.

I stayed awake all night but by morning I was no closer to a solution. I decided that it was wisdom to be quiet as long as Lesedi did not attempt to re-hatch anything between us. We could pretend we were just meeting for the first time. That was my mistake; I should have said something to my husband.

In the few weeks that ensured, I tried my "damn best" to avoid Lesedi one morning when Kagiso and Dingane stepped out, he to work while she went shopping, Lesidi boldly came into my bedroom. I was still in my negligee, which was very transparent and sexy. Lesedi looked at me hungrily but try all I could, I couldn’t resist him and before I knew it… we had made love on my matrimonial bed several times that morning.

I was like someone who had been walking through the desert and he was the small bottled water I found in the sand. He was also insatiable. That was the beginning of my clandestine affair with Lesedi, my husband's son. We took every chance we got and when it was time to go back Kagiso left amidst tears and hugs. We had grown to be good friends but Lesedi chose to stay, he said he would like to settle in South Africa and this made his father very happy.

Dingane decided to bring his son into his business and teach him the ropes. Now things went on pretty much the same way for a while. We took our chances until nemesis or God or whatever you choose to call it caught up with us.

One morning my husband bade us farewell, he was off to Europe on a business trip and was going to be gone for 10 days. I thought, 10 days of fun. Who said you cannot eat your cake and have it? I thought I had the best of both worlds, all the luxury and comfort with cooks, stewards and drivers and I also had the man I loved.

Like the biblical foolish rich man, who after gathering wealth decided it was time to relax and enjoy and God then decided it was time for him to face his maker. I basked in what I believed to be my intelligence and ability to balance my two worlds not knowing what was in store for me.

As soon as my husband left for the airport, Lesedi came into my room and after showering together; we barely made it to the bed, where we made love. Lesedi was on top of me when my husband walked in, calling my name. We had forgotten in our rush to lock the door. I saw my world come tumbling down, as my husband looked at me first in shock, then outrage. He turned and walked out of the room.

When we were both decently dressed, he sent one of the stewards to fetch us. There and then he disinherited his son and asked us both to leave his house. Lesedi was unperturbed because according to him, he loved me and would do anything for me but I was numb. At this point I didn’t feel anything. I couldn’t. I was in a state of shock.