intriguess
sexual catalyst
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I apologize for falling trap to one of my personal pet peeves, that of defining a secodary character in the first post, but the idea just keeps rolling around in my head and it all begins on Valentine's Day. So if the thread doesn't work I'll have to set it aside as a story idea to be worked on, but for now let's see how it goes.
It was Valentine's Day and it had been great, but at the same time he felt as if something were missing. He enjoyed a romantic evening with his wife and his parents were babysitting their two small children. It was hard to believe it had been ten years since they met. He tried to cuddle up next to his beautiful wife and knew something was wrong when she pulled away.
"Honey, what's wrong?" he was clueless they'd just made love and he felt great and she seemed distant.
"Nothing."
If he had learned anything in nearly nine years of being married, it was that nothing was never nothing. "I wish you would tell me," he also learned that he had the power of the wish. Whenever he wished something out loud it made things happen, he probably used it too much, but he couldn't help himself.
"Fine," she rolled over to look at him, "I'm not happy. I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm or wanted to have sex. I can't remember being happy but every time I think about seeing a doctor or getting a divorce I feel like I'm just being silly. I feel like I'm trapped in this marriage with no way out."
Her words were like a slap in his face, and he suddenly realized that many of his wishes had undoubtedly overridden her personal desires. He had wished she'd stay home with the kids, he'd wished she'd put off having a career, he'd wished she'd marry him, he was stunned at his selfishness.
"I wish you were happy." He desperately hoped this wish would work.
"Well it doesn't work like that now does it? You can't just wish for something and expect it to happen." She frowned and got out of bed, "I'm going to sleep in the guest room."
He watched stunned as she took her pillow and walked out of the room. He thought about his words carefully and made one more wish. "I wish I could start over and make things right with Martie." He almost called her his wife, but for once he thought of her as a person and not some thing he could possess. She had been this amazing person and he had wanted her in his life so badly he'd wished for it and now she couldn't even stand to sleep in his bed and she wasn't enjoying making love? He felt like the biggest loser as he finally drifted off to sleep.
He woke up still feeling like an asshole. He opened his eyes and it took him a while to find out that his world had changed. He was not in his bed, at least not in the bed he had fallen asleep in. He turned on the TV and that's when he realized what day it was, it was Valentine's Day ten years ago. It was the day he met Martie.
It was Valentine's Day and it had been great, but at the same time he felt as if something were missing. He enjoyed a romantic evening with his wife and his parents were babysitting their two small children. It was hard to believe it had been ten years since they met. He tried to cuddle up next to his beautiful wife and knew something was wrong when she pulled away.
"Honey, what's wrong?" he was clueless they'd just made love and he felt great and she seemed distant.
"Nothing."
If he had learned anything in nearly nine years of being married, it was that nothing was never nothing. "I wish you would tell me," he also learned that he had the power of the wish. Whenever he wished something out loud it made things happen, he probably used it too much, but he couldn't help himself.
"Fine," she rolled over to look at him, "I'm not happy. I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm or wanted to have sex. I can't remember being happy but every time I think about seeing a doctor or getting a divorce I feel like I'm just being silly. I feel like I'm trapped in this marriage with no way out."
Her words were like a slap in his face, and he suddenly realized that many of his wishes had undoubtedly overridden her personal desires. He had wished she'd stay home with the kids, he'd wished she'd put off having a career, he'd wished she'd marry him, he was stunned at his selfishness.
"I wish you were happy." He desperately hoped this wish would work.
"Well it doesn't work like that now does it? You can't just wish for something and expect it to happen." She frowned and got out of bed, "I'm going to sleep in the guest room."
He watched stunned as she took her pillow and walked out of the room. He thought about his words carefully and made one more wish. "I wish I could start over and make things right with Martie." He almost called her his wife, but for once he thought of her as a person and not some thing he could possess. She had been this amazing person and he had wanted her in his life so badly he'd wished for it and now she couldn't even stand to sleep in his bed and she wasn't enjoying making love? He felt like the biggest loser as he finally drifted off to sleep.
He woke up still feeling like an asshole. He opened his eyes and it took him a while to find out that his world had changed. He was not in his bed, at least not in the bed he had fallen asleep in. He turned on the TV and that's when he realized what day it was, it was Valentine's Day ten years ago. It was the day he met Martie.
