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.”