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We’d being going through bad patches off and on for years and years, for longer than I cared to remember. Then, one Saturday in the spring of last year, matters finally came to a decisive head.

As always it began over something and nothing, something wrong in the kitchen when she got up, a misunderstanding over a triviality, a mini disaster waiting to happen, something like that.

I would have left her then and there, in the street, in the carpark, by our car. Would have packed it in and finally and irrevocably called it a day.

But I didn’t.

As always she cried and swore and slammed the car door. She was in a raging temper, no we both were, by the time we got home. Its no way to drive either, not safely or sanely. Even where there is little other traffic you can kill yourself very easily in a temper driven car.

But still we made it home and charged inside, ignoring each other until we both could stand it no more.

As always I slammed the front door and broke some things in the shed, nothing of value except for that purpose.

I think the tempers subsided and the recriminations petered out to nothing by about eleven o’clock that night. I looked outside at one point, don’t ask me why, and I saw there was a full moon.

Now I’d never considered myself to be a lunatic and hadn’t thought she was one either but when I looked at the moon I suddenly knew what was wrong. We were utterly bored and fed up with each others company. It was as easy as that, once I’d admitted it to myself and what was more we were both in a rut.

Oh we were lucky in many ways I suppose, for a start we had no real financial worries. Both kids had grown up and gone, both were now married and had kids of their own here, she had a good job while I was, what you might call semi retired.

Ok, so whats the problem I hear you ask. And ok, it was boredom, plain and simple, I’ll tell you again. And why? Even more simple and obvious! The fact was that after twenty two years of happy marriage we had absolutely no sex life whatsoever.

Again you could blame, as everyone does, changing life patterns and requirement and indeed and of course, the dear lady’s change of life. Mine too I suppose because I don’t care what you say, I know men get it as well.

So she blamed that and I blamed her, not really thinking how much weight I’d put on or how big a gut I’d got. Until we got talking about it all that is. Talking about it at last after all these years!

We were actually sitting on the sofa together when we got around to mentioning it. I’d phoned for a Chinese, it had been delivered and we’d eaten it. Then she made some coffee while I cleared away the mess and things progressed like some magical formula unravelling from there.

Maybe there was something in the Chinese food, I don’t know. We hadn’t asked for anything special but you know, like fortune cookies sometimes you get something unexpected.

Usually moody silences would have taken over at this point, me with mine and her with hers. We’d eaten and drunk so what else was left? This night there were a whole lot of things left apparently because she allowed me to cuddle her and I got hard.

I didn’t say anything there and then, just sat still with my arm around her wondering if she’d notice. She didn’t at first, disappointingly, probably didn’t even think of it until she went off to the loo.

Somehow something had changed imperceptibly when she came back. It was almost as if she’d had a shock of some kind.

“Funny thing” she said quietly and without looking at me “I……had a sudden urge to masturbate”

That was probably the most sexual statement she’d made for years and I wondered initially if I should make light of it. Then I looked at her and saw she was distracted and red in the face and I realised she was embarrassed.

“And did you?” I asked.

“……I did……”

“Must be something in the food” I suggested lightly “’cos I just got a hard……”

She sat down hurriedly and allowed me to cuddle her again.

“Do you want to do it some more?” I asked.

Again she shook her head. “I don’t think I can……”

She’d a wet place on her knickers when I put one hand up there, a wet place caused by something more than a few dribbles of piss and she jumped when I touched her through the cotton, for once, for the first time ever, without saying ‘don’t!’

“Must be the Chinese” I said “that’s made you all wet and me hard……”

………………

We went to bed soon after that, hurriedly and intentionally, making no effort to hide the fact that it wasn’t to sleep. I would have had her on the sofa, on the floor, in the kitchen, anywhere, but Annette, for the moment wanted a comfortable, in the bed fuck.

With only one light on, so I couldn’t see her properly. I suppose you’d say I didn’t need to after twenty two years. But you know……

I was selfish and she was dissatisfied even though unmistakably she’d cum. We cuddled and kissed and got ourselves comfortable and, both without nightclothes marvellously, we eventually slept.

………………

I looked at her in the gloom when I got up later for a pee, pulling back the bedclothes so I could see her tits. They were as beautiful as ever of course, as was the rest of her. Whatever the problem was it was all in her head. I wanted to look at all of her then, as she lay there but she was over on her side so I could only see a little smudge of hair.

In the morning she was up before me, ready for work by the time she brought me a cup of tea in bed.

That was that really, she went off without saying anything about what we’d talked about the previous day or how she’d felt after I’ve forgotten how many years, actually making love to me in the comfort of our bed. I thought she’d decided to leave when I got a funny text from her around lunch time.

“Thnx 4 th memries cu 2nite”

Thats it! I told myself. Last night was her goodbye fuck, tonight she will say she is leaving me!

I spent the rest of the afternoon in a panic of uncertainty, hoovering and dusting and housework I normally would not waste time doing, wondering if another text would come and if it did what it might say. At four thirty I got two ready meals out of the freezer and defrosted them, very nearly overdoing them in my haste. At five, after mentally berating myself for my stupidity I ran out to the corner shop and bought a big bunch of flowers.

“Have you had a good day?” she asked when she came in at six.

………………

“I was intrigued by your text!” I told her as soon as we’d finished our meal.

Annette smiled sweetly.

“And puzzled” I went on “What did you mean?”

“What see you tonight?” she asked.

“No, thanks for the memories……”

“Ah yes!” Annette said.

She became enigmatic after that, making me a drink I hadn’t asked for, a large brandy instead of my expected and more usual cup of tea.

“So what did you mean?” I enquired eventually.

“Seems like me and you have a lot of catching up to do” she began.

“Yeees……?”

Annette nodded.

“You know, until last night I think I’d forgotten how nice it felt to be fucked. Then when you……when we did it I realised how much I’ve been neglecting you……”

“Yeees……”I said again, uncertainly.

“Mary’s husband left her last weekend……”

“That’s Mary at work. Your secretary?”

“Yes! They were only married two years ago, now he’s gone off with someone else and she……she……well I don’t want that to happen to us!”

“I thought you were going to leave me this afternoon” I admitted.

“Oh hell!” Annette said “That stupid bloody text!”

“So you’re not?”

“Certainly not, no! And I am going to make sure you never think about it either. Not after what bloody Mary’s been through!”

“Why did he leave? Mary’s old man I mean?” I asked, hardly daring to breathe.

“He said he wasn’t getting his oats……”

I found myself exhaling noisily. I could see where she was coming from completely.

“Right!” I said “Yes, I can see where that might have been the case!”

There came a long silence in which Annette, enigmatic again, sat and smiled innocently at me. Then she began to tell me about her plans and ideas and what came to be known as Annette’s Wishlist.

“I started compiling a wishlist” Annette began smiling nervously. “Would you like to know what’s on it?”

“A wishlist? I asked warily.

“A wishlist!” she confirmed “A list of things I wish to do with you and want you to do with me and for me!”

Well if I thought I was hearing things when she began I was doubly sure I was hearing things now!

“Sounds like the disposal of a body!” I joked.

“Mmmmmm! That might come into it……shall I tell you whats on my list?”

“Is it in my best interest to know?”

“You’ll have to be the judge of that”

“Ok!”

“Ok! One. Top of the list. I want to get my nipples pierced like one of the girls at work has done”

“Oh……”

“Two. I want you to treat me differently sometimes……”

“What? How……?”

“Wait and I’ll tell you! Three, I want to go dogging with you”

“Dogging? That’s when……”

“Yes it is!”

“Four. I want to take part in an orgy or whatever such activities are known as now”

“Annette” I began, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Five!” she interrupted “I want to make love with another woman, and six……”

“Whoa!” I said “Steady! Is this all fantasy or do you really want to do some of them?”

“I want to do all of them” she said. “and I haven’t finished yet. I’d only got to six when you stopped me”

“Ok!” I said “Go on”

“Six. I want to drive the route I take to work but in the nude and on a Sunday”

She looked at me queerly, sort of deflated, elated, like she’d got a huge load off her chest.

“Is that it?” I asked.

“For now!” Annette said. “I shall add more when I think of them”

“Ok” I said, a trifle unsteadily. Her revelations had unnerved me more than a little. Revelations which were quite unlike the Annette who, until a few moments ago, I thought I knew very well.

“I am surprised” I told her “and intrigued……and worried as well. I had it in the back of my mind you’d decided to leave me, now……now this……now I don’t know what to do……”

“My wishlist” Annette said “Is made in an effort to repair our marriage, to put right the wrongs we’ve done to each other……”

“’nette its not……”

“Yes it is! We’ve wasted years arguing and fighting, breaking things, making stupid decisions to spite one another. Now I want all that to change!”

“But dogging!” I said “That’s not what you want surely?”

She looked at me strangely for a moment. Through me rather than at me I’d say. as if she was looking into my past or into my mind somehow.

“I want to try it” she told me quietly “So that when the subject comes up in conversation again I shall know what people are talking about”

“Girls at work?”

Annette nodded.

“Do they do it……?”

“Good Lord no! But they bitch on about it as if it is a mortal sin instead of a minority of people enjoying themselves”

“And you want me to treat you differently because of it?”

The strange look came into her eyes again. The transparency which, no matter how hard I tried I was unable to see through.

“Not because of it” she said at last “But as a part of it. A part of all of it. I want you to be my master so that I can be your slave……”


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