SHOULD the romance in a marriage stop after the birth of a few kids?
Forget slaving to put food on the table, pay the rent and put a
substantial sum of money aside for the kids education. The question is:
When last did you give your wife a complete ‘MOT’, just as often as you
do that priced car(s) of yours?

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What brought on this thought-provoking poser is the recent experience
Linda confessed she was elated she had. She just turned 40, but said
sadly,she couldn’t remember the last time her husband made proper love
to her.
“After almost 14 years of marriage” she continued, “I’d put on some
weight especially when I had our fourth child. Dare, my husband, had
gone bald and the most exciting thing we did was share the occasional
take-away treats with the kids. Sex was virtually non-existent, just a
quickie every other week.
“I was at a classmate’s 40th birthday party when a friend I hadn’t
seen for years looked shocked to see me. ‘Why have you put on so much
weight?’ She squealed, ‘you used to be a stunner. What happened to you?’
I felt a bit embarrassed. I had put on quite a lot of weight alright,
what with the huge meals I shared with Dare, and scoffing the kids’
often left-overs so food wouldn’t be wasted. But did she have to be that
blunt? Her criticism stayed with me for days. Friends I saw regularly
couldn’t be as outspoken as she was for fear of hurting my feelings.
Thanks to her, I took a good look at myself in the mirror and didn’t
like what I saw. I vowed to give myself a health over-haul before my
birthday. So, I ditched all the stodgy food and cut down on the portions
I eat.
I also started taking the staircase to my fourth floor office. At
first it was hard but by the time my birthday loomed, the improvement
was awesome. My critic of a friend had even visited, bringing me some
cosmetic stuffs to ‘tone’ my skin and I’d bought lots more. Thanks to
her, I now looked a million-dollars!
‘Only whenever I asked Dare how I looked, he’d just glowered and
muttered ‘nice’ without even taking a proper look at me. I knew I looked
and felt fantastic. If he didn’t appreciate the way I looked, maybe
someone else would. A few days after my well-attended 40th birthday
party, a friend invited me to a party.
Her elder brother just had a son after two girls and he was throwing
the bash to ‘wet’ the head of the baby. His wife was still abroad and I
reckoned it would be a ‘let it all hang out’ party now the cat was away.
I didn’t let on to Dare that the wife was still expected or he might
want to come to keep me in check.
As it was, he was super-glued to Super Sports, on the telly, drooling
at the games. When I was dressed and ready to go, he was too relieved
to be left alone to get on with his fun. But he really looked startled
when he saw my outfit.
I quickly left to join my friend who was impatiently hooting the car
horn and I had conveniently forgot to put on my wedding ring. A wedding
ring is always a dampener if you want to have fun. Men would just assume
you’re either single, divorced or widowed!
“The party was a lively one and in my group was this cocky television
journalist happily controlling the flow of the conversation. I
challenged his views from time to time and he took notice of me, with
his eyes roaming all over my body. I flirted right back—it felt great to
have a man’s attention after all these years of grumpy Dare.
When he asked me to dance, I jumped at the offer. We swayed slowly to
the haunting music, our hips locked together with my body pressing into
his firm chest. He was tall and in his 30s, and I was loving every
minute with this hunk. My friend was watching with a big smile on her
face—as if she was taking the credit for who I’d now turned out to be.
I was now slightly tipsy and as my hand rested on his tight bum, he
pulled me closer to him and an electric shock went through me. His name
was Ade and after we finished dancing, he got a bottle of wine and we
talked some more.
He told me about a project he was into and offered to show me the
progress he’d made if I could come with him to his car. Clinging onto
what looked like my conquest, I let him lead me out of the party and
smiled defiantly at the shocked look on my friend’s face.
“The car was a bit of a clap-trap. Not the most glamorous setting for
betrayal but I was far too wound up to care. As soon as we got to the
back seat where the supposed ‘project’ was we were all over each other.
He pulled up my long kaftan and was on top of me, the car seats rough
against my bare bum.
Unfortunately, his prowess didn’t actually match his big mouth. He
wasn’t the gentlest of lovers and he pawed at my boobs like a bush man.
But none of that mattered. This was purely about proving to myself I was
desirable and I felt deliciously wanton and sexy!
When we returned to the party, nobody seemed to notice
anything—except for my nosey-parker friend who just kept on giving me
curious glances. Ade and I merely sat together afterwards but had very
little to say to each other. We’d both got what we wanted and there was
nothing else to say.
“On our way back home, my friend asked me what happened when we went
out, and I told her. She wasn’t a prude but wanted to know if what I’d
just done made me feel guilty. I told her it did, but not in the way she
meant. I felt bad for not feeling guilty enough not to want to try it
again.
For the first time in my marriage, I’d just cheated on my husband,
had a wild romp with a complete stranger in a crummy car, yet I felt
great! The only time I felt slightly guilty was when I let myself in and
discovered Dare was already in the bedroom. I quickly had a rinse in
the guest toilet before going to meet Dare.
“He didn’t even bother to ask if I’d had an enjoyable evening.
Instead, he was boring me with details of the highlights of the games. I
was furious and I’ve since resolved that the next time I’m invited to a
party and I’m propositioned, there will be a good chance I’ll say yes,
especially if Dare wouldn’t be coming.
I’m definitely not over the hill at 40 and I owe it to myself to find
my own excitement anywhere and any time I can get it…” As you male
readers read this, take a second look at your wife. When was the last
time you rang her bell in spite of all the hints she gave you? A word is
sufficient for the wise!