The Carrousel of Sex

The Carrousel of sex My sister held a party she lived across the road from us my wife wouldn’t go she was not on speaking terms with my sister as they often did. There were many women there, and one was especially and charming laughed at my feeble jokes and when it got late I agreed to follow her home as it was dark and autumnally we had sex on a park bench, but it struck me as sordid and I pulled away said sorry and walked home. I was riven by guilt and also anger this was a trap I a man had walked headless into I cursed my stupidity. back home my wife was fast asleep she had been a the gin we had breakfast at ten, it was a Sunday, and I was quite said I was still tired and waited for her to berate me, she didn`t. In the affairs of the heart, it is better to tell an untruth because women will only believe what they have decided to be the verity Years later after we divorced- for another reason- she said me she had been sleeping with the man who collected rubbish every week and I thought of the woman in the park and my sister who had a reason for disliking my wife