Seth

Our dates were going well, and I knew Katya missed us because each night after I dropped her off, she would go straight into her room and wash up for bed before she used the vibrator I bought for her. I could use several tactics for us to take it further, but I needed to ensure it was more than sex, even if it killed me.

I tapped my pencil on my notepad. There was something nostalgic about using paper to log my diary. I guess some people could call it stalking, but I was a desperate man. I pulled my cap down as she walked past me to go into her yoga class. The gym layout was open-planned, but the classes were held in separate rooms. There was enough glass to see how flexible my wife was. It was the one activity Eliza hated and the easiest one for me to muscle into.

10:04 Yoga class. Katya looks hot as usual and is wearing a dark grey-pink outfit today. I need to infiltrate the class .

Once I had logged the entry, I changed my seating position so I could snap a few pictures for later.

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I was the only man in the class, and the women looked at me curiously. Katya walked into class with a smile. I took my position and ensured there was a space beside me. She looked relaxed and wore an aqua-blue-coloured outfit with a hint of light grey in the pattern. Since I was sitting on my mat, she didn't notice me straight away. When she approached her usual spot, I glanced down and began to smooth out my mat.

“?”

“Kat?” I said and matched her surprised tone.

“What are you doing here?” she said with a laugh as I stood up.

Her eyes trailed downwards until they reached my grey shorts. The shorts were made of a light cotton material but long enough for my junk not to spill out. Since I wore no underwear, I might as well have been naked. It was a tactical ‘thirst trap in person’ move.

“Who do we have here? Welcome to our class,” a woman said, smiling and holding out her hand.

“This is my husband,” Katya said tightly as she moved in front of me and turned to face the other woman.

I grinned at the woman whose face fell at the revelation, but I placed my hands on my wife’s waist and rewarded her by pressing my dick against her plump ass cheeks. When the woman walked away, Katya turned towards me and waved her hands around my dick.

“This is all exposed. No wonder all the women are eyeing you up,” she said in a red-faced bluster. “How are we supposed to watch the instructor with this around?”

“Wow, Kat. I decided to go to yoga to learn how to be mindful. I’m having trouble sleeping. I did check what kind of clothes were required. Do you want me to leave? I can always find another class,” I said innocently as I watched her rub her ring finger.

She wasn’t wearing her wedding ring but hadn’t submitted any official paperwork for the divorce. I never removed my wedding ring.

“You’re not sleeping?” she asked as concern made her frown. She was about to say something else when the instructor began to speak.

Her usual movements were not as smooth, and she kept glancing over at me, but I remained focused on all the poses I’d been practising. It was a good morning.

11:15 Excellent progress made. Katya was distracted in class but agreed to have dinner at home tonight. It was time to woo her with my budding culinary skills .

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I tasted the gravy and almost gagged. She would think I was trying to poison her. I should have stuck to what I knew. I followed all the instructions, but the roast leg of lamb was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. Obviously, the oven was faulty because even the potatoes and carrots were hard on the outside, yet somehow, they were harder on the inside. The only thing that was cooked correctly was the steamed broccoli, but that's because I used a steamer.

How had Katya made cooking look so easy?

She had made lamb shanks for our anniversary dinner, knowing it was my favourite meal. Since she had left, I ordered out or made steak with prepackaged salads. The doorbell rang, and I dropped the spoon in disgust before I grabbed my jacket.

I took a deep breath and fixed a fake smile on my face. She didn't need to take the brunt of my shitty mood because I was a failure at cooking. When I was waltzing around the supermarket aisles, looking down on other people's shopping trollies, I ’ d felt like a smug Michelin-starred chef waving my fresh herbs around like a sanctimonious cunt. I was Icarus, and I flew too close to the sun by overestimating my non-existent culinary skills.

All my anger, disappointment, and frustration vanished when I saw Katya. She wore a flesh-coloured knee-length dress with blue flowers over the straps and edges. The material clung to her breasts and waist but flared at the hips. Since she was much taller tonight, I glanced at her bare legs to see flesh-coloured high-heeled shoes. It made me glad that I had changed my clothes.

“Hi, baby, you look beautiful as ever,” I said, returning my eyes to hers.

Her hair was pinned up with a few curls left loose. I leaned in to kiss her cherry-red lips and caught the scent of my favourite perfume on her. She placed her hands on my cheeks and kissed me back. It was a soft, gentle kiss, and it highlighted the fact that on each date or meeting, I could feel her coming back to me. The distance between us was on the verge of vanishing.

“Good evening, ,” she whispered with a smile after she broke away from our kiss.

Raymond picked her up for me, but depending on how the evening went, I hoped she would stay the night. I was conscious that it was our home where all her bad memories were, but if I observed her carefully, perhaps we could tackle any issues that cropped up. I held her hand as she stepped into the house.

It was time to confess that my cooking skills were not great.