The rest of the time at camp went well, though not for the reasons I intended when I had originally organised the time away. We were there three nights in total and, while my days were spent being a doting father and husband, each night would end with me taking my wife silently while my lover listened and found release at the same time as us. It was true debauchery and a solid confirmation of the man I had chosen to become.
When I can I send messages to Emma, who is now as keen as me to find some time with one another. It feels like an eternity since I've held her and I feel an ache that has only grown more pronounced in my self-inflicted exile from her body.
On the final night, with Kate finally asleep after another potent session between us, I message back and forth with my lover to try and find a time.
"Tuesday?" she asks.
"Can't. Kate has started a fitness class so I need to look after the kids. Can you do Thursday or Friday?"
"I have a study group for finals both days. Bad timing really."
"A bit." I agree, my face in a deep frown as I realise that it's going to be hard to see her this week.
"We'll figure something out : )" she responds, and I place my phone down and with a quiet sigh and head to sleep with thoughts of holding her stunning body in my arms again.
The trip home was typical for any family of four - arguing, pleadings to stop for a multitude of bathroom breaks and more arguing. When it's all done and we're home safe I immediately head to the bathroom to attempt to wrangle some time, any time, with Emma. The same back and forth from the night before plays out and again I'm left frustrated. I toy with leaving the kids alone while Kate is out but somehow that is beyond my limit.
At this point, I'm just surprised to find I have one.
I don't message Emma again, and instead let a dark cloud of melancholy and frustration settle over me. I'm essentially sulking like a child who can't have his favourite toy, which is noticed by both work colleagues and Kate. She asks what is wrong with me and I tell her its post-holiday blues which she half believes, though it's clear from her raised eyebrow she thinks that it's unlikely considering the holiday consisted of time in a tent with two rowdy children.
"Well, perhaps I can cheer you up after class then?" she suggests with a little wink, hand pressed on my chest as she looks up into my eyes. It's not gone unnoticed by me that since I have started my affair with Emma me and Kate have become more intimate more often, though I'm not smart enough to work out why that is.
"Perhaps you can" I lie, knowing that anything I do with Kate will hardly be the same now it will be more difficult to have Emma listen to it.
I watch her leave and go about putting the kids to bed. They're at an age where it can be difficult, but I'm lucky enough this night that they both go down relatively easily after the long weekend spent outdoors.
I'm laid out lazily on the sofa, watching the football with a beer in hand, when I hear a soft knock on the door. I check the time and see it's too early for Kate, plus she has a key to let herself in. I'm about to ignore it, because who could it be at this hour, when Emma comes to the front window and waves at me.
In a flash I'm on my feet and at the door, dragging her inside and looking angrily at her.
"What are you doing here?" I hiss, conscious of my sleeping sons upstairs. "Kate will be back any moment."
"But she's not here now, is she?" she answers with her now trademark eye roll. "Anyway, I thought with finals coming up you might want to help me study?"
The implication of what she means by study is clear on her face.
"Emma, we can't. We've already risked it too much already. How we've not been caught is anyone's guess."
"I can just go then...?"
I meet her chestnut eyes and groan, because I know that she knows that I would not willingly get rid of her from my house when she's here and I've been dying to just touch her for the longest time. That doesn't mean the opportunity is here to do anything though.
"Kate will be here any minute." I plead. "She'll be a mess from the fitness club and will be even more of a mess if she sees..."
My words trail off as a heinous plan forms in my head. A way to give me a chance to have what I want at great risk. But at this point I'm used to great risk with Emma, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins wants an outlet, which is offered to me by the girl stood in front of me wearing a tight-fitting white t-shirt and a long skirt.
