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Firsttrying 65 M
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My Wife's lover - letter from Istanbul


While working away from you for four months in Turkey, you
were on my mind most of the work day and all the time in the
long hotel nights. I built a fantasy around you, speculating
that you were not alone back in Ottawa. Maybe it was a slight
guilt about leaving you while I was on my Middle East working
adventure. More likely it was my fantasy around what you
had told me about previous affairs that you had, and knowing
that you had had other lovers before me. You told me years
later … "when I was not with the man I love, I loved
the man I was with"…. <br><br>
Every night in the Turkish hotels my imagination built
scenarios around you back at home. I fantasized situations
about you with another man, in the hope that you were not
sleeping alone. I did this to keep you on my mind and constantly
in my imagination. <br><br>
We agreed to meet in Istanbul in November, before I left
Turkey. On arriving late in the evening, at the hotel we
agreed on, you were not there. There was a note that you wrote
saying that you had arrived a week earlier on the invitation
of a Turkish friend you met in Ottawa and asked me to meet
you the next day at an address you gave me. On eventually
locating the building late in the morning, in one of the
older districts and ringing the bell you came down from
the second or third floor flat with your bag and we set off
to another hotel that had been recommended to you. It was
not the long-anticipated reunion with you that I expected.
I can’t really remember the hotel room or that first night
that we spent together in Istanbul. I think I felt that it
was somehow awkward perhaps. The next day, I remember that
you showed me around a little and we explored to city and
waterfront together. <br><br>
Quite a magical place, old-world, both European and Eastern.
Both fit somehow. The next day we explored an Ottoman palace
on the sea with gardens to wander around. You found a quiet
place in the shade to talk. You asked me if I thought it was
possible to someone to love more than one person. I said,
yes of course … but I didn’t understand what you really
meant. You told me simply …. that you had been with another
man during the time while I was away. I was relieved somehow
… but also stunned in a way that I hadn’t expected. I
was pleased and my fantasies gratified but also numbed.
I asked you about him … and you said that your relationship
was only sexual. You said that the sex was good …. he made
love very differently from me. I asked you how different
…. you said that he was rough. I never had the courage to
ask you if it was maybe the rough hair on his stomach and chest
against you said you liked .... or if it was taking you roughly
and forcibly. You told me that when you first met him he invited
you to his place to make you a Turkish coffee. On getting
you to his flat he forcibly took you on his bed. You said that
you cried and tried to think about me and ignore what was
happening to you. … but decided rather than becoming
a victim you chose to take control and use his sex to give
you pleasure…. You told me about being drawn back to his
flat regularly. After sex he would always cook a delicious
meal for you. It must have been more that an adventure …..
He gave you a silver bracelet that you wore all the time when
we were together in Istanbul. You also wore a long print
dress that I had never seen before, rather elegant. You
were worried about wearing your new dress while travelling.
You were concerned that it was not modest enough for travelling
in a Moslem culture. I suspect that you asked his advice
on this before you left Ottawa. Maybe he was with you when
you bought it? His mother, whom you had been staying with
since you arrived in Istanbul thought it inappropriate.
I began to understand the situation of him sending you to
meet his family. It is clear that the man was in love with
you and expected that you would leave me. It did not appear
that you saw the obvious, that he was courting you and wanted
his mother’s approval. <br><br>
You told me that he had asked you to go travelling with him
in Europe. I assumed that you had not given him you decision
on this, because you did not tell me how you had answered.
Leaving me and going with him was on your mind. I am ashamed
to say that I read part of a letter that you were writing to
him that you left on your bedside table in our hotel. It was
a tender caring letter. December was approaching and you
where concerned about the cold Ottawa winter and asked
him to make sure that he got a warm coat. The letter was not
finished and I did not see if you signed off with love …..
this part is always agonizing …. but I assume that you
did. <br><br>
During the weeks we stayed in Istanbul you tried to show
me with your love making, that sex with me was the ‘best’.
I have no doubt that you wanted it to be that way. Our bodies,
however tell us the truth. I was just happy that you were
with me and wanted only that. Sexual achievement, domination
or possession, perhaps are not my drivers. Your needs fascinated
me. I felt that you could go much higher that I could ever
take you. I really wanted you to get to that place, even if
I could only take you only part of the way there.... <br><br>
You never really told me about your plans about him when
you returned with me to Ottawa. You somehow had me think
that he would not be there. When we got back to Ottawa in the
last week of January I didn’t ask you any more about him.
You knew however that he would still be there waiting for
you. Later you told me about going to his flat the day after
returning to pick up a sweater of mine that you loaned to
him before I had noticed that it was missing. He opened the
door and you took him there on the floor and didn’t even
make it to his bed. Such amazing passion, so erotic … so
beautiful. This knowledge and jealousy feeds my fantasies,
especially when I am away from you. <br><br>
You are so amazing … and I am so proud of you …..

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