Happy Wife Reflections

Mrs Nancy Norman says:

It took me nine and a half years of marriage to Geoff to realise that there was more to loving than something, small, pink, soft, and once a week every Friday night. In the early days after our wedding, we did it every night, then it became twice a week, then once a week, then it became a routine romantic evening together, and finally a boring chore that we both did for the sake of appearances.     

Geoff was very sensitive to his responsibility for our dull sex life and he, at last, recognized that his tiny, floppy, shrimp was responsible for our tedious love-life. So much to his credit he said to me one night that he would do something about it.       

I thought he was talking about therapy, or a course of Viagra, but one night he brought his Boss, Jerome, to the house for dinner and made it very clear to me that he would not stand in my way if Jerome and I took our attraction for each other to another level.     

Geoff knew that I had been attracted to his Boss because I had never made a secret of it; even telling him one night that I imagined being in bed with Jerome to try and spice up our sex life. It didn't work - just like his willy.          

Well, it transpires that Jerome felt the same about me, so we did take it to another level that night. Then another level the next night, and within the following week I sat Geoff down and told him that I was now 'owned' by Jerome and that his long dark manhood was always welcome deep inside me. And his was not.       

Geoff understood immediately and recognized his inferiority without any argument or tearful scene. It was no surprise then, when my husband went out the following day and purchased ...

... all the things a good cuckold needs.