Deceiving My Wife - a short postcard fiction romance story about a romantic rendezvous by Rob Hopcott

On the day I was to deceive my wife, the sky dawned a deep blue with puffy white clouds. There was the smell of newly mown lawn on the breeze and warring seagulls soared and screamed above the houses of our provincial market town.

As I carefully selected the clothes to wear, my hands were clammy and my breathing uneven with an excitement I'd not felt for years.

At 11.00 o'clock that morning, I had a rendezvous with a beautiful lady with auburn hair and the sort of hazel eyes that made me want to dive deep down into her velvet soul.

Every aspect of that special morning was planned like a military campaign.

Avoiding my wife's eyes, I dropped into breakfast conversation that I would take my lunchtime walk early to give me more time to work on my book in the afternoon.

Meticulously, in my mind, I checked and rechecked the route I would take for my secret liaisson.

When my wife announced she was going down the road to do some shopping, I again reviewed my way knowing our paths might meet and uncomfortable questions be asked. At all costs, I must avoid detection. Nothing must go wrong.

My heart was racing, my hands were clammy and I was sure that my smiles to my wife looked as false as they felt to me.

Then the time came. I slipped out of my front door, keeping close to the side of the hedge and drifted like a shadow through little alleys and byways in a circular route to my destination.

The High Street was the worst part of my journey but necessary and I knew my wife could have bumped into me at any point.

Could I have lived the lie? Perhaps I would have blushed, perhaps I would have stammered and she would have said "What's wrong?" After twenty five years of truth could I have lied convincingly?

Only by completely avoiding meeting my wife as I made my way nervously through the tiny streets of our seaside town to miss hazel eyes in her sweet smelling boudoir could I be sure of maintaining my deception.

Finally, with pulse racing, I was there.

The door had been left slightly ajar and I hurriedly pushed my way through and entered her sweet smelling domain.

She smiled and I smiled then I opened my arms to fulfill my mission.

Returning, hurriedly and out of breath, back to my home was equally challenging. My route was again different to take maximum advantage of peeking around corners and achieving clear sight vantage points through the streets.

Once home, I made arrangements to conceal incriminating evidence and then escaped to my study to pretend to work and allow my pulse to slow.

For the first time in my marriage, I had lied to and deceived my wife ... It was easier than I expected and the thought made me feel warm inside.

How I got through the rest of the day, I will never know. Perhaps I appeared offhand or perhaps I successfully concealed my inner turmoil. Ultimately, I was grateful when sleep overcame me.

Morning came with another beautifully sunny day. The robins were singing in the garden and all three of my children telephoned bright and early at 9.00 o'clock to see if their mother had enjoyed the Mother's Day flowers I had bought on their behalf the previous day.

My wife loved the huge bouquet I had surreptitiously carried through our small market town so all my lying and deception was well worth the effort.

The End

Rob Hopcott

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