DEVOTED
Hello. Few of the women, who are in their forties like me, live their lives exactly as they want. If you ask me, after the age of twenty, I quickly climbed those floors by using the elevator, instead of the stairs. I am a forty-year-old married woman, with two children. My name is Yasemin. I work as a manager in a logistics company. My husband is the man I fell in love with and married in my senior year of university, which I have never regretted. What more could I ask for from life, as a happy homeowner with my beautiful daughter and handsome son. I am a brunette, well-maintained woman, despite having had two children. My daughter, Öykü, is in the first year of high school, and my son, Ömer, is in his last; he will take the university exam this year.
Ömer fell into my womb while my husband, Sefer, and I were preparing for university graduation exams, and he took care of his child and me. It was the kind of move, that suited the man I fell in love with. I got pregnant with Öykü, three years after Ömer was born; they both breastfed for years together.
Sefer took over his family's business, and I started working at the company I was currently working for.
During the eighteen years we were married, I had been a faithful wife to my husband, and a caring mother to my children. Of course, these past years had caused me to decline a little, I knew that I was not so bad actually. I did sports in my spare time, and kept myself fresh and fit--my legs and hips were generally good enough to make men keep their eyes on them.
Over the past years, Sefer had had some escapades. I turned a blind eye to all of them, so that my home wouldn't fall apart; I had always kept quiet. Until last week, when he confronted me, telling me his secretary, Aysun, and he were in love, and he wanted a divorce.I was devastated. All these years, it wasn't enough for me to have given him my love and my body throughout. When he had found a younger and more beautiful one, he forgot about me and ran into her arms.
I could not accept his betrayal, but at the same time, I did not want to trample my womanly pride. We sat down and talked to each other.My salary was comfortable enough for me financially. If there would be a situation where I was stuck, he would support me. After the divorce, all kinds of financial needs of the children would be paid by Sefer.The house and my car, I would keep. After I told him that he would definitely not return to this house, I agreed to the divorce. I was digging my nails into my flesh, to not cry. We decided to talk to our children and explain the situation.
After Öykü and Ömer listened to us for a while, Öykü started to cry. Ömer got very angry because of his father's selfishness and went to his room, cursing. After Sefer left the house, I first consoled my daughter by telling her that we would be okay and not to be sad. I then went to Ömer's room. I entered. He wasn't crying; he was just nervously throwing the ball against the wall. He told me that that pimp would never come to this house again, "I don't even want to see his face!" Whatever I said to try to calm him down, always backfired. "That bitch ruined it, but I'm on your side," he said, as I walked out the door.
I couldn't sleep that night because of crying. I left the TV on, so that the children wouldn't hear that I was upset. A week later, when Sefer brought the divorce papers. I had recovered. It wasn't my fault. Contrary to what myex-husband thought, I signed it without delay, and left the paper in front of him. I wished him happiness in his next life and got up from the table.
A month after the divorce took place, our normal life continued. The children commuted to school. I was busy with my work. My friend from the office, Seher, came to me one evening, close to break time.
"So when are we celebrating your divorce, dear?" she asked.
I was surprised. I said, "What celebration is it, is this celebrated?"
"Why not? Look, you're open, you're free, life is short, enjoy it," she said, laughing.
I said, "Don't be silly, it's not, Seher."
"Oh my dear, it's not the end of the world just because you got divorced; life is good, have fun, meet new people, maybe it's someone you used to know. Open a new window," she said, with a meaningful smile.
This time, I laughed and said, "What old one, what are you talking about? Take it out of your mouth," I said.
"Okay, okay, don't get mad right away, only the boss has been taking care of your situation since you got divorced," she said, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Is it Mr. Umit Necdet? No, the man is sixty-two years old; he doesn't look at me that way, he doesn't care. He asks with a paternalistic thought, 'How can I help you?' and 'Where do you get these from?'"
"I don't think so, he asks me about you every day. If he finds the opportunity, you will find yourself under that daddy. You are beautiful, you are attractive, every man wants to hit on you," she said, laughing.
I ran away from her, saying that I was late for dinner, and had to leave. I felt weird on the way--my vagina was wet. As soon as I got home, I went to the bathroom and masturbated. I missed it. I hadn't had sex on my mind for a long time. While I was looking at my naked body in front of the mirror, I thought, actually, Seher was right. Nothing was more valuable than me. I decided to live for myself. My own happiness was also important.
The next day, I woke up more excited than I'd ever been. It was Thursday, and I was going to be alone in the office. I wore a slightly low-cut, black above-the-knee dress. When I bent down, my bust was burning. The one or two pounds I lost from sadness, had made a big difference. After checking myself in the mirror one last time, I left my room. As I was putting on my shoes, I heard a whistling sound.
"Wow, wow, what a beauty. Was there such an angel in our house?" Ömer came to me. He said, "Heh, let your beautiful face always smile," and hugged me from behind, kissing my neck. I felt his swollen penis on my hip. The thought that he had an erection for his mother, was crossing my mind,it was still pressing. I slowly got rid of him, and headed for the door.
All along the way, my head felt hot as I remembered that moment. What was happening to me, my body was burning up. Even my own son's penis aroused feelings in me, that I had not felt for years. Maybe he had no ulterior motives. Seher was right, I guess I had to find someone soon, and put out this fire. Until noon, I took care of my business at the office. Just as I was getting ready to go out for lunch, Ümit Necdet Bey came to my room.
"Hi Yasemin, how are you?
"Thank you, Mr. Necdet, are you?"
"Due to the intensity of work, and lack of time, I couldn't stop by and ask how you are. Please accept my apology. You went through a difficult time. I also experienced such times when I lost my wife. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to tell me." His eyes roamed from my face to my breasts, then looked into my eyes again.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Necdet, you are very kind. Everything is progressing normally, there is no age too old to learn; life always teaches us new things," I said.
"You're right, life goes on. I feel embarrassed for you, but for this reason, if you would grant me the honor of accompanying you to lunch, I would feel a little lighter," he said.
I got up from my desk saying, "Of course, sir, I would love to accompany you, the honor belongs to me." I was surprised when he called his driver and told him to get his car ready. When I saw that he was looking at me, I realized that his interest in me was not paternal at all. We went to a luxury restaurant; it was a little far away, but we had a nice meal. Chatting with someone gave me some relief. I was looking at the clock from time to time for work.
