The rest of my day was uneventful. In fact, I didn't even go outside of my hotel room, which was an all-too familiar feeling of just being pathetic. Around the time when I'd usually be eating dinner, I just pulled up some random pizza place's number and went on from there. It was what I usually did; just order some shit through DoorDash or whatever.
I was then eating my pizza dinner, while watching some mundane TV show on whatever Australian channels they had at this hotel. I wasn't really paying attention to whatever shit was on the TV; it was pretty much just background noise because it made me uncomfortable when I was just there eating in silence. I was also mindlessly watching some random ass videos on YouTube or IG Reels just to keep myself entertained.
Because I ate like I was always starving, it didn't take long for me to devour an entire box of pizza. I stared at the box in my hands for a few seconds, reflecting on my insatiable hunger. After throwing the box away, I was back to the usual act of boredom.
As the sun started to set again, I was lying in bed again, looking through the highlight of my day: my horny texts and pics with Chilli. Looking back upon these texts and images, I was met with the pleasuring memories of that little chat. I was also getting a little hard, but such a response was basically natural when I was remembering possibly the most lust-filled moment of my entire life, and seeing the evidence of such dirty behavior right on my phone.
By the time I almost finished scrolling to the bottom, I was about ready to start an impromptu beating session again, until I did in fact reach the end. I saw the last message Chilli had sent me, basically beckoning me over to her place. Looking at the time, I suppose it was a bit too late to barge into her house today, so I decided to put that off 'till tomorrow.
However, another thing that really made me reconsider was the mentioning of this "Bandit" person. I had assumed that he was Chilli's husband, and this only made me worry about him more. I couldn't help but think how he'd react if he knew that I was sexting with his wife of probably 10-20 years. Having spent only a couple days in Australia, I wasn't really looking to get beat up this early in my mysterious voyage. Fearing what her husband would do to me was really making me not wanna come over to her place. I would've liked it if she were the one coming over to my hotel, but that'd just seem even more suspicious. Plus, I mean, Chilli might be good at lying. I was young enough to where, I guess, Bandit would never consider me a potential lover of Chilli. If we did everything right, I mean, the chances of this little entanglement getting to Bandit's ears was moderately low. But, doing everything right was kinda hard for me. Like, what if Bandit was intimidating as fuck? Sure, I was a good 6'1", but I didn't ever exercise, and the one meal a day I usually ate was some random junk food. Plus, I've never fought in my life, nor have I really ever had to defend myself. And what if he's like, one of those tough, masculine guys? What if he tried to push his masculine-ness onto me? I was never really a manly guy. To most people, I was more cute-looking, than a testosterone-fueled Adonis.
I definitely feared Bandit at the time, as if he was the one thing in the way between me and Chilli. Of course, he was very much entitled to beat the shit outta me. I sent his wife dick pics and shit. But also, Chilli sent me images of a similar nature, so we're both in the wrong. But damn wrong really felt right, at least, it did for my endocrinal lust.
As the sun kept on setting, the need to quell my anxiety about Bandit grew. I needed to confirm with Chilli that Bandit would not be a threat to our very questionable affair.
So, with her contact already opened on my phone, I sent her a new message.
Garth: [text]
u awake
I basically stared at the screen for what felt like a half-hour. I was dying to know more about Bandit, because he was increasingly feeling like a threat to me, and I didn't really want to deal with him like that. Like, if I went to their house and I acted all defensive around Bandit; that wouldn't be such a great first impression.
Chilli: [text]
Yeah, mate. Just put the girls to sleep.
She ended up replying a lot faster than I expected. She must have been waiting for a message from me all day. I realized how long I've kept her waiting, and it only made me feel like more of an asshole, especially towards Bandit, who I haven't met yet. I mean, Jesus, I take his wife, and I leave her on read all day.
Chilli: [text]
I miss you 梁
I don't know if that was a genuine show of emotion or an attempt for her to guilt trip me for not coming over sooner. Either way, I felt a little guilty, even if that wasn't her goal.
Garth: [text]
i know but i promise ill come tmrrw
I knew I was putting myself into a bigger situation here. I wasn't always the best with keeping promises, but not talking with Chilli anymore because of a broken one would be fucking soul-crushing. I knew I actually had to go tomorrow.
Chilli: [text]
Please do, hehe I wanna see you again, Garth!
Garth: [text]
yea i wanna see u 2
I knew at some point I'd have to address Bandit. I needed answers, and it was aching me to have to live another minute without knowing more about this husband of Chilli's.
Garth: [text]
so whos Bandit?
I might have sounded a little desperate there. The truth was, really, I was quite desperate for her clarification. My sanity and well-being depended on it.
Chilli: [text]
Oh, Bandit? He's my lovely husband, that's all mate!
That didn't really provide any useful fucking information. I already assumed that Bandit was her husband, so I knew I had to dig deeper.
Garth: [text]
ok. so likehow is he?
I waited for a response. I needed to know what his general personality was, in order to know who I was about to deal with.
Chilli: [text]
Well, he always treats me like a queen, and he's always playful with the kids. He's a great husband, mate, and I'm sure you two will get along!
Well, that kind of lifted my fears. Considering how honest Chilli had seemed to me, I felt like it was a just assumption to make that Bandit wouldn't hurt me in any way, shape, or form. Still, I at least wanted to see what he looked like before I was ever gonna talk to him.
Garth: [text]
cool. can u show me a pic of him
Again, I waited for Chilli to reply as I began to ponder what Bandit could possibly look like. Still, my mind was filled with thoughts of him being some 6'5", 250 pound tough guy who could easily destroy me if he wanted to. Worried thoughts of him still were the only thing keeping me from coming over to Chilli's house, as much as I wanted to.
Until, Chilli actually sent me a picture of him. It was a selfie of her and Bandit. Judging from the angle of the picture, the two were around the same height, which would make Bandit a bit shorter than me, actually. Bandit himself had quite a unique look to him. His fur pretty much consisted of four colors: blue, light blue, dark blue, and a yellowish or tan sort of color on his muzzle. It was definitely more interesting than me, with nothing but pure white fur all over my body, looking like an unfinished drawing or something. In the picture, he had a innocent, almost goofy expression on his face. Personally, it made me feel more bad for him, as if he was blissfully unaware of the extramarital activities Chilli and I were partaking in. It appeared as if he had always been focused on making his kids happy. I know I was judging him from a single picture, but I found him to type to not take things really seriously.
But then again he was also pretty fucking hot.