When I got home the house was dark and nobody was home. I walked into the kitchen, turned on the light, and found a note waiting on the table.
Dear Julie,
I love you with all my heart and soul Julie, and I know that you love me, but there is more to marriage than just love. There has been something missing from our relationship for quite some time, do you know what it is? It's lust Julie, raw, unbridled sexual desire for one another. Do you know that the last ten times we've made love it was a Saturday night and it started at 9:30 and was over by 10:15 each time? That's ten times in a row. Forty five minutes of sex per week with the lights off and using the same positions every time is just not enough for me. I've tried to talk to you about it but you keep telling me that everything is fine the way it is. Well it isn't fine for me Julie. I have decided that if you are unable or unwilling to meet my sexual needs I have no choice but to go out and find someone who will. I may or may not come home tonight, but I won't be spending the night alone either way. I love you and I don't want to hurt you Julie, but I cannot go on living without a full sex life.
Love
John
Needless to say I was shocked. I sat down in a chair and stared at the piece of paper. My husband of 7 years had basically left me a Dear Jane letter. He hadn't fallen in love with someone else, he hadn't fallen out of love with me, he merely found our sex life insufficient so he decided to go out in search of a better one.
John was telling the truth in that he'd tried to talk to me about our sex life and I'd told him things were fine the way they were. As far as I was concerned our life was perfect the way it was and that included our sex life.
I thought back trying to remember the last ten times that we had made love, and I determined that he must be right about that as well as no matter how hard I thought about it all of our previous love making sessions seemed to roll into one like they were carbon copies of one another.
I began to think about John being with another woman and the thought brought tears to my eyes. The thought that the pleasure another woman could provide him through sex was worth more to him than our years of happy marriage crushed me.
I had to do something, but what? He didn't have a cell phone so I couldn't call him. We only ever went to one bar so I had a pretty good idea where he'd gone to look for a new companion. I decided that I was going to go and get him.
I decided I'd better change first as I didn't want the smoke smell of the bar in my work clothes.
I moved quickly to the bedroom and took off my long skirt and blouse. My pantyhose had been bothering me all day so I took them off as well. Standing in front of my closet in my underwear I looked for something to wear. I found a short black skirt that John had always liked and a red blouse that went well with it.
After dressing I slipped into a pair of red heels, took my hair down from the bun I wear it in at work and headed for the car.
When I walked into the bar I felt as if every eye in the place was focused on me. I began walking around looking for John. A few guys offered to buy me a drink or asked me to dance but I politely declined.