My wife Margie was out, across town, to take care of her mother after surgery. She told me no more than two or three days at the most but I really didn't care, in fact, I was looking forward to the peace and quiet. Alone and with the house to myself, for the first time in I couldn't remember how long, I began to dwell on thoughts of pleasuring myself in front of some good porn on the net. I opened my nightstand looking for the bottle of lube we use occasionally but it wasn't there. Maybe we left it on my wife's side so I opened her nightstand only to find a journal. I had no idea Marge was keeping a diary and I was more than a little intrigued. I decided to put off masturbating and peek at what my wife had to say. I flipped through only to see that she tracked her periods and other activities pertinent to everyday life. Then I came to a page titled Romance written in large letters and then a line struck though it.
ROMANCE:
What a joke, what kind of romance can I expect from Mike? That's not fair, he was romantic, but after all these years of marriage, I guess the thrill is gone. I know he loves me but a peck on the cheek in the morning and a pat on the butt at night is not enough to show your love. Is this how my life is to be, no excitement, no passion, just daily routine until I become too old even to care. I know I can't complain and that I have it better than most. Mike is a good provider and I know he doesn't cheat on me but is that enough to sustain life, I fear not.
The page stopped there and as I stared at her writing, I tried to think of our life from Marge's point of view. It's not that this was a shock to me it was just I hadn't really considered our life as Margie had portrayed it. I felt our life was comfortable and I guess I always thought Marge felt the same as I did. Just because I hadn't shown her enough affection didn't mean that I didn't love her in fact, I think I loved her more now than ever before. It was up to me to put some romance back into her life as she deserved, all I had to do was come up with a plan. I forgot all about masturbation as I spent the rest of the evening planning some surprises for my wife.
I got up early the next morning and left the house to put my plan into action. I stopped by a florist on the other side of town and paid cash for a dozen red roses to be sent to her mother's house including the following note jotted down for me by the florist.
My darling Marjory, I hope these roses please you, as your pleasure is all I strive for in my life. Please think of me as you enjoy them and know that I am always thinking of you.
I signed the note 'A long Time Admirer'
Later that morning I got a phone call from Marge,
"Ah Mike did you send something up here this morning?"
"Why, Margie, do you need something? I'd be glad to send anything you'd like."
"No, no, that's OK; well I'll talk to you later."
I then went to a phone store and bought a throw away cell and as soon as it was charged I went to step two. I sent her a text, signed by Long Time Admirer,
"Marjory, did you enjoy your flowers?"
She answered right away,
"They were beautiful, but I need to know who you are?"
My reply, signed merely 'LTA,'
"Meet me for drinks and then you can find out."
"I am a married woman I do not meet someone I do not know for drinks or anything else."
