I will simply go straight to the point, as I would not want to give very explicit details about myself. This is for some obvious reasons. My wife is very sharp, I mean, she is such an intelligent woman and can easily trace this true confession to me. For the fact that I love her so much, I cannot let a thing fall in-between us. That is why I have kept this as top-secret till today; but I will have to let this out of the bag.
I’m not oblivious of the fact that most issues of this nature are blamed on the men whom most of us see as womanizers; but mine is a different thing entirely. I’m not a womanizer. I have tried everything possible to make sure that this girl-my house girl leaves my house, but my wife will always insist she stays.
I’m a teacher of a prominent school in Kampala. I would have loved to write further about where I live, but for the same reason why I can’t mention my name, I can’t tell you where I’m writing from.
This young lady, 20, was brought to my house by my wife in January this year 2015, and had just completed her secondary education last year. She is supposed to join Makerere University soon but will be staying at home, because she is related to my wife; distant relation, sort of.
Frankly, she has been very good, and has been taking care of my only daughter since my wife got a busy job late last year. Her presence is a big relief to me and wife because we are both very busy people. My wife works with a bank, and sometimes come home around 8-9pm.
Lately, this young girl has summoned courage to seduce me; to be sincere, she is tempting me.
I often return to the house ahead of my wife. Sometimes, because of hold-up and other issues, I will get in around 5-6pm. She started by running to embrace me with her short skirts flaunting thighs out to welcome me each time I knock, on arrival. I was shocked the very day she did that. I felt so embarrassed. “Even if I had traveled to space…hun! This one is just too much… hun!” I soliloquized in my bedroom after she had dropped my office bag and ran out to get my food.
This continued for 3 weeks. Sometimes, her boobs will just slip out of her ‘top’ and she will simply apologize. I have developed double minds about her. I have had different evil thoughts since this whole thing started. The one that happened last was the way she sat facing me in a sitting room while we watch Bukedde TV, with her legs wide opened. I left the food that I was eating and walked to the bathroom to do nothing in particular but to shower. I had thought she would adjust as soon as I returned, but she didn’t budge. I think I fell into her trap finally that day. I almost had it with her when I walked to her room and pretended I was looking for something before grabbing her-which she didn’t resist. We started that regrettable romance before God intervened with the sharp cry of my baby. That was what saved the day.
The next day, I had told my wife that we should send her away and join hostel life, but she vehemently refused to accept my suggestion. She had asked me to give some reasons why we should send her away, and I had told her that she was getting so stubborn and lazy; hence, she is as good as no house-help.
My wife who claimed she had never experienced that had accused me of formulating things against the lady. She told me that I wanted her out of the house because I rarely lover her relatives to come home and that had seen that she will soon secure admission into the higher institution, and I will soon begin to pay for her school fees. I couldn’t tell her the truth, because something tells me it will be disastrous.
I just felt I could handle the matter in the most professional way. But right now, things have gone out of hands since the past 2 weeks. I have done virtually everything that can be considered dirty with her except that I have not done it with her yet. What’s keeping me from doing it is my conscience and for the fact that I can’t do that in my matrimonial home.
That sin will be so grievous, I know. She is repeatedly tempting me, I even fear to go home early because she seems to be more interested in using that opportunity to have me all to herself. Now, I’m contemplating on this issue. I love my wife, but I think I’m becoming so foolish in the name of being faithful. Please, tell me; what should I do it? It has gotten to the level where I cannot tell my wife the truth because she won’t even believe, since I had told her a different story before. She will see it as blackmail. Your reaction will either encourage me or discourage me, even though my mind beats faster, and something tells me to do it once, and we call it quits. Should I?
