Fiona and I have been together for nearly 30 years and married for nearly 25 of those. A couple of shaky points here and there, but generally tight and loving, with a strong family unit with two fantastic children in their mid to late teens.
I first met Fiona through a friend of a friend in the mid 1990's. Attractive, slim, assured and loyal, Fiona sent out a slightly stand-off message of don't come near me unless you have something to offer. I fell and fell hard, putting my 'free love' thinking behind me, in the pursuit of a lady who I needed to be with.
My romantic side came to the fore and I found myself treading a surprisingly cautious and gentle path, as I courted Fiona and tried to convince her that I was worthy of her love and commitment. Many days and nights of talking, chatting and going out building trust and convincing her I was worthy of her affection were spent trying to turn her eye away from another potential suitor.
It helped that in my 20's I was a supremely fit and well-built younger man based on my physical job and a good dose of genetics. I stood 5'11" and weighed a very lean 81kg. In my own mind I was handsome, without being a chick magnet. In later years, I realised that this was perhaps more a lack of confidence in myself and immaturity on being aware of other girls' comments and moves, rather than me not being handsome enough.
After a number of months of persevering, I was at the point of almost conceding that I was a lot more into Fiona, than she was into me. Given my early starts I would often leave her at a club to go home to bed for my job and leave little love notes on her windscreen for her to find. Whilst we were close, kissed, and went to bases, a home run I had not been able to hit. Fiona has incredibly good genetics and has always been slim and attractive, generally shortish blond hair, small breasted but with the most incredible nipples I've ever had the pleasure to meet. Slim legs, nice skin, beautiful eyes and a good sense of humour, provided me with incredible happiness when we were around each other.
Becoming somewhat frustrated I decided to take the bull by the horns and laid out the situation where I felt I had been courting for a particularly extended period and was she really serious about me or was Fiona biding her time and just teasing me along. It turned out that whilst my assumptions around Fiona being hard to get were right, I hadn't realised that this was because she protected herself and her particularly slim, tight and hot 22 year old body until she was confident, she was ready to share it with someone else. It ultimately turned out that I was the first one she was prepared to share it with, and we made love in my rented share-house for the first time gently and lovingly.
We went on to get married enjoying each other's company and bodies, with me having a much broader sexual appetite than Fiona and helping her to try things that weren't necessarily in her play book but was prepared to give it a try at least once to see if she liked it.
We enjoyed out twenties and partied reasonably well over the years with friends. Over time we had 2 fantastic children and went through the usual thing's parents do becoming more time poor and giving more of our time to the children taking great joy in seeing them grow into smart, educated and well-rounded children we are very proud of.
As is often the case in these situations, working long hours, doing renovations, looking after the kids, we became time poor and our relationship did go through a couple of rocky periods as we worked our way through reconnecting and refocusing on the importance of each other as the primary relationship in the family that brings balance and harmony.
After a rough patch where we received counselling (we have done this 3 times as we both agree that only the ignorant or egotistical will not seek help when they need it) we agreed we needed to put each other first. For Fiona, that meant me not drinking as often, which had become part of my routine as my career escalated and the pressure and time demands increased. For me that meant her taking the initiative in the bedroom and becoming a little more experimental rather than leaving it to me to initiate and then doing the same position every time. Unfortunately, it took me some time to realise these two are intertwined and when I drank, she didn't feel close to me, nor like making love.
For our 20
th
anniversary we were booked to go away for an escape to Hobart in Tasmania with our good friends who met at our weeding in the bridal party. At the last minute I was invited to travel from Australia to the US for an important work opportunity and Fiona agreed it was important and I should do it. We didn't make Tasmania as a result and spent our 20
th
anniversary at home with me recovering from a week of international travel.
Subsequently, I had planned to have a special 21
st
anniversary, only for Covid to hit a month before and Australia went into lock down which also carried on for our 22
nd
anniversary
We have always shared a bit of role play in our sex lives, with me sharing some of my fantasies with Fiona, usually which involved me sharing Fiona in one way shape or another and me getting enormous pleasure out of her receiving pleasure and being satisfied. She had reluctantly shared basic fantasies with me with very minimal high-level detail on her sauna or boat fantasies.