How to cope with hubby’s disappointment on your anniversary!

By Bunmi Sofola

ENI had planned a wonderful wedding anniversary with her husband. It wasn’t a landmark anniversary; they just wanted an excuse to sample an exotic hotel that just sprang up in their neighbourhood.

Since Eni is the money-bag of the family, she decided to make it her treat. “I went to the hotel and had a look-round,” she told me excitedly. “I was really impressed by what I saw and the honeymoon suite was out of this world. I pictured myself having a scented bath and donning some of the fluffy, bathrobes gathering dust in my wardrobe.

“I put down a generous deposit on the suite, and a few days later, I brought my husband to have a look. He was as excited as a school boy at the prospect of a whole weekend doing nothing but being decadent! Secretly though, I wondered if he would be up to the task. He wasn’t the stud I once married and his extramarital activities hadn’t always left him with that much energy.

But hopeful I was—after all he wasn’t impotent or anything, the anniversary was a few days away and he had to urgently go to a neighbouring country to see to the consignment of goods he was expecting. Unfortunately, the goods were difficult to clear and he had to hang around for a few days to sort things out—and that did not include our wild weekend! What a disaster! The booking was hours away and it wouldn’t be wise to ask for our deposit back—we won’t get everything.

“I was disappointed to say the least. So was he. “And what about the small fortune we’d put down as deposit?” I asked him. ‘Why don’t you take a friend of yours and have a lovely weekend anyway?’ he’d said kindly. I didn’t fancy the prospect of lounging around with any of you girls, but he insisted. Knowing I was having fun would ease some of the guilt he felt at disappointing me. Reluctantly I agreed, mentally deciding between you and another friend. But that same evening, I was in one of these high-brow supermarkets when I ran into Mark. You remember Mark? That young engineer I met on one of my recent trips abroad?”

I remembered Mark alright. A freshly divorced man, he was a couple of years younger than Eni. She wasn’t that very keen on him because he was a single agent with a free house and might want to forget the pain of his failed marriage with a fling. And the fling could easily turn into an intense affair that Eni was not ready for. “He was really glad to see me,” continued Eni. “He told me he was now into a new relationship, and I relaxed. He happily paid for my purchase and insisted we must have dinner sometime. And why not? This mischievous voice mentally asked.

“The next day was my wedding anniversary with a lovely suite waiting to be used. It would be a shame to let it go to waste and who wanted a female companion when I could have a hunk?

“Mark agreed to meet me at the hotel’s restaurant, but I told him nothing. Came the evening of the dinner, I’d already checked in, but I waited for him at the restaurant, all dressed up. His eyes were on stalks when he saw me. I’d had a relaxing session at the beauty salon and my hair was sleek. I’d also had a manicure and pedicure, a massage too. I was open for anything! Dinner was lovely and relaxed and Mark told me he wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere.

After he’d settled the bill, I gently told him I had a suite booked for the evening. The look he gave me was as if Christmas had come early for him! Heaven knows what he thought of his prowess as I led him upstairs. He obviously thought I was so mad about him, I couldn’t wait.

“As he took in the setting of the suite, he simply took his clothes off—I mean there was no point pretending we were there to watch the box. As his lips explored mine, he ripped off my clothes urgently. Almost by magic, we fulfilled a desire that had lain dormant since the day we first met.

“It was over in an instant, but my body tingled with a Iong-for-gotten feeling.

Boy, it was exciting! The rest of the night was relaxing as I gave myself a whopping anniversary bonk over and over again. In between our rumps, I’d called my husband that I was expecting you,  to be my companion for the night. He heaved a sigh of relief and promised to call the next day. For all I knew, he too could have his own special anniversary treat planned for that evening with one of his local finds at the country he was holed up in.

“I didn’t let on to Mark what the suite was initially meant for —the idiot thought I was so besotted with him I couldn’t wait to ravish him! The next day, he rushed down to the hotel. Excited like a school boy on his first bonking experience and we topped up the previous day’s performance. When I called my husband later, he said he still felt awful for letting me down on what was to be our  special  weekend. He  said he would make it up to me as soon as he got back. But believe me, there’s no way he could ever top my own special anniversary treat….”

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