To set the stage, my wife Sara and I had been married about seven years when this takes place. It'd been a happy marriage for the most part, but as is the case with many couples our sex life took a dip after we got married. When we were dating we fucked pretty regularly, but after getting married that quickly dropped to once a month if I was lucky, and I had to be the one to initiate. It was good when it happened, we tried things like some light BDSM to mix it up but while it provided a little variety it really didn't help with frequency. We even experimented with the idea of freeuse, but found that while the idea appealed to her in theory she only wanted to be freeuse when she was in the mood, which kind of defeats the purpose.
I talked to my wife about maybe talking to her doctor or maybe going to a therapist together about the precipitous drop in her sex drive, but her excuse was always that she was just too tired and if I helped around the house more maybe that would help. Surprise surprise, no amount of housework ever made a difference, so I had just resigned myself to less sex than I wanted. That was, until...
My sister-in-law was getting married and with our son being relatively young after an hour or two at the reception, I took him home to put to bed and my wife's cousin/goddaughter Laura would stay at the house to keep an eye on him. When Sara and I started dating, Laura was just a kid. She'd hated my wife's previous boyfriends, wouldn't even talk to them actually, but warmed up to me pretty quickly. We always joked she knew how to pick 'em for her godmother. Now, she'd grown into quite the attractive young woman.
I thanked Laura and gave her a hug before leaving. She held the hug a little longer than normal, which I didn't think anything of at the time, and headed back to the reception. It was a fun night, but around 11 I headed home to relieve Laura so she wouldn't have to stay too late.
I walked in the door, and Laura was laying on the couch, clearly having fallen asleep while watching TV with the baby monitor by her side. I walked over to her and shook her shoulder to wake her up.
She apologized, "Sorry, didn't realize I was that tired! I thought the movie would keep me awake."
"Don't worry about it," I said looking at the monitor, "he's sound asleep."
I sat down on the couch next to her when she sat up and asked her how college was going, to which she responded things were going well. She really hadn't dated much in high school, so I asked how things were going with the college guys. Hell, for all I knew she might be a virgin. She'd always been a shy girl.
"OH, that's been fun," she responded with a smile. "There's so much less pressure and pretense than high school. Alot easier to just have something casual and not worry about some bullshit 'commitment' that won't last beyond the semester. Speaking of commitment, how are things with you and Sara?" So much for the virgin thing, I suppose.
"Oh, you know," I said, "nothing's perfect, we have the same issues every married couple does, but I can't complain too much."
"Can't or won't?" She laughed.
"Hey, I know better than to kiss and tell. Or NOT kiss and tell I guess," I responded half-sarcastically.
