My Husband Mark:
I was coming out of the barn on a Friday afternoon in October. I was surprised to see my wife's car in the driveway. This was highly unusual. My wife gets home from work at 5 pm on Fridays. It's been that way for years. We have been married for over 30 years and for the last six years Fridays have been pretty much exactly the same every week. I come in from the barn at 4 pm. I start supper and then have a shower. I finish supper and when my wife comes home at 5 we eat. We talk about the day after supper with a glass of wine. Then we move to the sofa to watch TV. My wife puts her feet on my lap, and I massage her feet and calves, they are always sore after her week of work in town. She eventually falls asleep. Then I try to not wake her around 9:45 when I take her feet off my lap. She always wakes up and we go to bed.
Me, Clara:
I came home from work early today for the first time ever. I had to speak to my husband Mark. I had something on my mind, and it's really been bugging me. I needed to talk to him before we fell into our normal Friday routine. Unless farm work interferes, it's been the same old thing every Friday for the last six years. Six years ago, it's already been that long since our youngest left home to go to college.
Mark:
I entered the mud room and took off my farm clothes. In just my boxers I entered the main part of the house. We had renovated the old farmhouse and now we had a big central room. Clara has never been home this early before, so I did something different; I called out;
"Hi, love, you're home early is everything alright?"
Clara:
I was really nervous about what I was about to do. It was too late to chicken out; I was all dressed and ready to go. It was time to have a talk with Mark. It was so long overdue. So, I stepped out of the bedroom and replied,
"I'm fine, yes I'm home early, and yes we have to talk."
Mark:
Wow! Clara was in my favorite outfit! Black boots with three-inch" heels and fishnet stockings. My cock was already as hard as an iron rod. Up top was her PVC vest, I knew a shelf bra was underneath. Thinking of her exposed nipples in that bra made my cock even harder.
But....
What did she just say? We have to talk?
My cock deflated in an instant. What was going on? She is home early, and all dressed up to go out. Yet she says we have to talk. Then it hits me, she's got a date with someone else. That must be it. She didn't say get ready let's go out, no she is dressed to go out and wants to talk.
I can feel the emotion building, I haven't cried since my parents died. I thought we had a great marriage, I can't even form words to reply to her. I start to turn to go back to the barn, I don't want to face this right now. I don't want to hear it. I especially don't want to see some other guy come pick her up.
Clara:
Mark is not responding like I hoped and looks like he's about to leave,
"Mark don't go we have to talk. I want to talk about us and Friday nights going forward. We always do the same thing on Friday nights and Saturday morning and things need to change."
Mark:
What?!
I thought she loved Friday nights. She always says after a long week at work she just wants to relax. She said she loves my foot and calve massages. Then there are Saturday mornings.
On Saturday mornings we have sex. Sometimes we make love, sometimes we fuck and sometimes we do both. I always make sure she climaxes at least once, usually more. I try to spice it up, tongue, fingers, toys -- sometimes one sometimes more, sometimes all. New positions are hard to come up with after thirty years but at least change it up, no same old same old. She always tells me I'm great in bed, I'm always satisfied she says.
Now I'm starting to get a little bit angry, she's been lying to me?
Clara:
Mark's still not talking. This doesn't seem to be going the way I thought,
"My friends at work have been telling me about their Friday nights and they are nothing like ours. They can't believe it when I tell them how long we've been doing the same thing..."
Mark:
WTF!?!
She's talking about our Friday nights with her friends at work? They are telling her all kinds of stuff to make her jealous of them. Those bitches have convinced her to go out and party tonight, that's why we have to talk! I thought she loved the same thing every Friday!
