Voulez Vous Mois Vicky? – Part 3

When I awoke the next morning my wife was already out of bed. She had planned an early run with Jill so was getting dressed in her running stuff.

“Morning sleepy head!” she greeted me as i struggled to open my eyes in the light of the bright morning sun bleeding around the curtains “How did you sleep?”

I considered my response for a moment, my mind flashing back to the kitchen antics only a few hours earlier. I felt a twinge of guilt as I looked at my wife, who I still cared for, while still burning with desire for Vicky.

“Yeah okay I guess, it was pretty hot, had to go get a cold drink” I replied with a degree of truth “the kids didn’t wake you?”

“No, I slept right through!” she replied in a celebratory tone.

I decided to get up and join whoever else was awake at this ungodly hour. I made my way into the living area to find everyone other than Sasha sitting around the breakfast table or on the sofas, eating cereal or drinking tea and coffee. My eyes immediately looked to Vicky who was preoccupied trying to feed the youngest one cereal and encourage the older one to finish her toast. Vicky was still dressed in her blue silk pyjamas but I assumed was now wearing a bra as there was no sign of those cute little pokies of hers. After greeting everyone as enthusiastically as I could, I flopped down onto the sofa opposite Jill.

“Not sleep so well?” she asked, again in an unreadble tone.

“I slept okay” I replied “just not long enough.”

I sat on the sofa thinking about what Vicky and I had done yesterday (although conscious I was still just in pyjama bottoms!). Wondering what might come of it. I loved my wife. We’d been married for the best part of a decade now and I had no desire to hurt her. But the truth was I just didn’t feel attracted to her like I had done all those years ago. I guess relationships change and while maybe the spark wasn’t there anymore, there was still respect and trust, which I knew I was violating. On the other hand, I felt the same way about Vicky now as I had done about my own wife when we had first started dating. I was infatuated and filled with a insatiable craving to be with her. I think it’s possible to genuinely love more than one person at a time, so in my head I just had to flick a switch. Like that show ‘Severance’, try to pretend that when I’m with one of them, the other doesn’t exist.

I had no idea how Vicky felt about her own marriage, but I knew she cared for her kids, even if she merely tolerated Clive for their sake. So I assumed she had no interest in jeopardising what she had either. I wasn’t sure if she had even thought about any of this stuff. I guessed we should probably talk about it when we had the chance, but that wasn’t exactly now, as a 2 year old threw cereal at her over the breakfast table and Clive was entirely zoned-out reading something on his iPad!

As I contemplated the situation, Sasha appeared and jovially wished everyone good morning, immediately clocking the situation at the breakfast table and sitting down with the family to encourage and entertain both children. She was good like that. Clive clearly saw this as his opportunity, having provided moral support until backup arrived, he stood up from his seat and announced that he was going to drive down to the bakery to get some bread and pastries. Vicky kept her composure admirably but I’m fairly certain she was about ready to hit him.

“Erm, I need to go have a shower!” Vicky protested “you’ll need to watch YOUR children until I’m dressed.”

“Can’t you wait until I get back?” Clive responded somewhat perturbed “it’s quite a small place, if we leave it too late they might not have anything left.”

“I’ll watch the kids” Sasha interjected diplomatically. (As she had done on multiple occasions so far this trip. I sometimes wondered if she should be wearing a blue UN flack jacket.)

“There, problem sorted.” Clive said as he made his escape from the chaos at the table.

Vicky insisted that it wasn’t Sasha’s job, trying to get her husband to take some responsibility, but ultimately capitulated and accepted Sasha’s offer of a few minute peace to clean herself up, starting to move the children’s breakfast dishes into the dishwasher.

“Ready to go?” my wife asked Jill as she appeared from the hallway wearing her running shoes and baseball cap.

Jill bounced up from her chair enthusiastically and after saying goodbye, the two of them headed out the door with Clive.

“I won’t be long.” Vicky assured Sasha, as she made her way towards the bedroom.

“Take your time!” Sasha replied “we’re having lots of fun here!”

As Vicky disappeared down the hallway, I looked over to Sasha amusing the kids with some toys and saw my opportunity. I got up from the sofa and followed after Vicky.

“Think I’ll go get dressed too.” I said as I walked out of the living room.

Sasha said something in response but I didn’t hear it. As soon as I was out of her sight, I hustled down the corridor towards Vicky, reaching out to grab her hand.

“Hey” I said, as I took her hand.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, snatching it away and looking back down the hallway behind me, just in case anyone else had seen.

“I need a shower too.” I smiled back and raised my eyebrows suggestively.

I placed my hand on Vicky’s hip and began to reach around her.