The warm early morning sun streamed through the window, reflecting off their naked bodies. The pastries they nibbled on in bed that morning where no were as sweet as the love they had made the night before.
Kathleen struggled off the bed, realizing that her night of wild and unyielding passion, had kept her from her husband who would be worried as to her whereabouts (that is if he was sober). Marcus slowly stood up and walked towards her, held her in his arms as she silently wept. Kathleen was overwrought with guilt. Marcus raised her lips to his, and in an all consuming kiss they both understood that this may be the last time that they could be together.
Kathleen wrote in her journal after that fateful night as we strolled long the Champs Elysee he slid his hand down my back, he cupped my waist and pulled me closer. My head was buzzing, filled with the memories of our night together. This was the longest walk of my life from Marcus’s apartment to my home. I wanted it to last forever.
After Marcus walked her home, Kathleen turned the key in the lock of her apartment, not knowing what was going to greet her the other side of the door, she held her breathe and silently slipped inside. She was not prepared for what she saw, her husband in the act of making love to another man. A loud sob passed her lips, her husband and his lover immediately drew up the sheets to cover their nakedness, the sheets were still warm, but her words where full of ice is this the reason why you have to drink to make love to me, that you really hunger for a man to make love to.
Her husband and his lover immediately jumped from the bed and hurriedly dressed while following Kathleen out to the sitting room. They found Kathleen sitting on the lounge, a look of acknowledgement on her face. If she had been honest with herself, she should have seen the signs a long time ago, she knew her husband was having internal struggles, she was just heartbroken that he had not had the courage to tell her. She truly loved her husband as a fine human being, and had only ever wanted what was best for him in his life.
The three of them sat in a circle, their arms around each other, it was within this conversation that Kathleen learned of her husband’s daily meeting with his lover. It was a small corner café, they knew that they would be risking everything if they were seen together but their love knew no boundaries.
Kathleen confessed about her night with Marcus, and told her husband that because she was married, told Marcus to go away, he was leaving Paris that very day, as he was heartbroken that he could not have her. Her husband encouraged her to seek Marcus out and tell him that she was free, and to follow her heart, as he was now going to pursue a life with his lover.
He packed his things, told his lover to wait for him in the café, turned around to Kathleen and for the last time, took her into his arms. The warmth and affection that passed between Kathleen and her husband, was true and genuine. Even though they were never meant to be lovers, they were meant to be friends.
Kathleen stood at the front gate as watched as he walked down the cobbled street, into the sunlight and out of her life.
Marcus was devastated that the woman of his dreams Kathleen, decided to return to her husband, but in his heart of hearts he knew that this was the best thing for them both. He had had difficulty in the past remaining true to his previous lovers, he had such an insatiable desire for making love, it was difficult for his lovers to maintain the frequency of his needs. But in their night of wild un- abandoned lovemaking, he felt that he had met someone that could match his appetite, this being Kathleen.
He had lied to Kathleen, he had told her that he was leaving Paris that day because he could not have her in his life, that was partly true but the real reasons where that his previous lovers were still chasing him as he had fathered two children within these relationships and he could not afford to maintain any form of support for them. This did not stop his lovers from perusing him and making life difficulty for him.
Then he saw her sitting at the table in one of the little pavement cafes, she had not seen him so he had a moment to reflect on what he saw. A beautiful young woman in the prime of her life, blonde wavy hair to her waist, bountiful bosom, full red lips and a touch of colour in her cheeks. Her face was once of concentration as she was reading the daily newspaper with a coffee to her side on the table.
Kathleen had decided to search for Marcus and tell him of her love for him and that they could now be together. She had decided to grab a coffee prior to doing so, and in the meantime was glancing through the local newspaper. This is where she learned who Marcus really was and why he was really leaving Paris that day.
The mother of one of his children, desperate to get in contact with Marcus, had taken out a full page advertisement in hope of making Marcus realize his responsibilities not only to her but to his previous lovers. It was a very honest and open letter and anyone reading it would think that Marcus was an unfeeling cad. Kathleen could not marry what she was reading in the paper with the previous night of passionate lovemaking.
Marcus had been so kind and gentle, encouraging her and giving her belief in herself, feeding her self confidence as a woman in control of her sexual needs. Made her feel safe to abandon her shackles and enjoy without feeling inhibited and taught her to demand what she wanted to make her feel like a woman.
She was now unsure of how she felt, as these thoughts ran through her mind, a man’s shadow fell over the table. As she ran her fingers through her long hair to get it out of her eyes, her eyes traveled up the strong torso, taking in the broad shoulders, to rest on Marcus’s face. He was smiling in acknowledgement as their eyes met.
Her heart skipped a beat, a 1,000 butterflies leapt alive in her stomach, she licked her lips to relive their last kiss. She knew what she was doing was wrong, that it would come back to haunt her, but she was powerless to stop the passion she felt every time she was in his presence.
