Gareman
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Karen and I have been married for three years. It was a storybook romance, starting in highschool, continuing through college and culminating in a marriage that has been special since day one.
She is definitely the love of my life and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
Our sex life has been good. Could it be better, probably, but Karen has never been into experimentation too much, so I've enjoyed what I have and not pressured her. It was how our entire relationship worked. We tried to make each other happy and there was nothing wrong with that.
That's why it surprised me one night when out of nowhere Karen asked me if I was getting bored with her.
"Of course not, baby," I replied, "I could never get bored with you. I love you."
Throughout the next couple of days, I start to feel that Karen wanted to talk about something, but I couldn't figure out what it was.
Finally, I found out.
One day, around Halloween, I came home to what I thought was an empty house. Karen's car was in the driveway, but she didn't seem to be anywhere in the house. I called her several times with no response, so I grabbed a beer and climbed the stairs to get changed. As I entered our room, I almost freaked out. There in bed, was Karen lying in bed with a French maid's outfit on.
[Edited by Gareman on 08-27-2000 at 03:18 PM]
She is definitely the love of my life and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
Our sex life has been good. Could it be better, probably, but Karen has never been into experimentation too much, so I've enjoyed what I have and not pressured her. It was how our entire relationship worked. We tried to make each other happy and there was nothing wrong with that.
That's why it surprised me one night when out of nowhere Karen asked me if I was getting bored with her.
"Of course not, baby," I replied, "I could never get bored with you. I love you."
Throughout the next couple of days, I start to feel that Karen wanted to talk about something, but I couldn't figure out what it was.
Finally, I found out.
One day, around Halloween, I came home to what I thought was an empty house. Karen's car was in the driveway, but she didn't seem to be anywhere in the house. I called her several times with no response, so I grabbed a beer and climbed the stairs to get changed. As I entered our room, I almost freaked out. There in bed, was Karen lying in bed with a French maid's outfit on.
[Edited by Gareman on 08-27-2000 at 03:18 PM]