I sneak off for sex with my lover on Christmas Day while my hubby peels spuds – I don’t feel guilty at all
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PULLING my welly boots over my stockinged feet, I’ll quickly wrap my coat around me to hide my slinky dress, and I’ll cover my carefully-styled hair with a bobble hat. Then I’ll pop my head round the door of the kitchen, where my husband Ed, 62, is peeling the potatoes, and tell him I’m just taking our black labrador Bessie for a walk.
![[Five per cent of people who are having an affair secretly meet their lover on Xmas Day, while their other half cooks dinner]](https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/young-happy-couple-moment-nature-958770879_8506b7.jpg?strip=all&w=960)
Little does he know I’m actually meeting my lover for an illicit quickie in a garden shed at our local allotment, after cheating since February with two different men. I’ll be one of just five per cent of people in Britain having an affair who manage to spend time with their fling on Christmas Day, according to new figures.
![[Jane says: 'I’ll leave Ed peeling spuds while I grab a quickie, I think it’s understandable']](https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/one-mature-man-preparing-christmas-958770919.jpg?strip=all&w=960)
Meanwhile, 41 per cent of those cheating say that not being able to see their lover on December 25 will add to their stress. But I’ve got it all planned out and it gives me a thrill every time I think of it. I’ll have to leave my home near Wells at exactly 11am to get to the allotment five minutes’ walk away.
It must be precise as I won’t have much time. Nor will my lover, John, who will be leaving his wife and kids to “walk the dog” too. His house is just five minutes away on the other side of the allotment. We’re both determined to escape the confines of supposed quality time with our families to see each other on Christmas Day.
Fortunately, we’re close enough and both have pooches that we can use as an excuse to slip out, so it’s feasible. And I won’t feel an inch of guilt — I’ll feel excited and relieved that at least someone recognises I’m not just the drudge that makes Christmas happen.
