Reflections Pt. 01

"I will never refuse you sex unless I am ill," she rarely did anyway, so no big deal there.

"I'll take it up the arse."

"Anytime," I asked, she said yes. We'd done that a few times, but it didn't do anything for us; it was quite uncomfortable for Julia. There is a perfectly good purpose designed hole right next door to the shit chute, but I might give it a go again.

"Full BSB anytime, anywhere as long it doesn't humiliate me." Sounds good, but not startling.

"In fact, I will do anything sexually for you."

My turn, "Ok then, role playing, anything, anytime, anywhere?"

"Yes."

"Outdoors?"

"Yes."

"Masturbate in front of me?"

"Yes."

"A Threesome, two women, and I get to choose the woman?" That shocked her.

"No, never," got her!

"Ok, it's off then, you sleep with him, I divorce you. You said anything."

"Bollocks I did, then yes, threesome, as long as I am one of the three." Fuck, I thought that might tip the scales. I was used to getting disappointed.

I told her. "Don't worry, as good as it sounds, that's not on my cards just yet. But I might change my mind." I did want to say that I don't share, but that would have been cruel, actually I was saving that up for later.

I told her that I was worried she had the answers straight off the bat. She replied that if we went ahead with this that she knew I would want something back, and it had given her time to think about what I would like. She wasn't expecting my next demand.

"I want all that just to keep talking about it, all those things forever, just to keep talking, say 'No' and this conversation stops right now."

I didn't hold out much hope that that would change her mind, there was nothing really radical in there, I know she wasn't keen to Jill herself off in front of me, wasn't particularly keen on getting caught by doing it outdoors, these were a couple of things in there that were outside her comfort zone, especially the threesome, but I had to try. "Except one," she said. "If I don't sleep with Andrew, you don't get another woman, apart from that OK."

Got her! "Nope, that stays in, you want to sleep with another man, that violates our vows, so I get to do the same thing." I could see she was thinking, my smug feeling was slipping away inversely proportional to the time she was taking to answer.

"Ok, I agree." she leaned forward, looked at me and said, "Only because you love me and I don't think you will go through with it."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Was the only thing going round my head. Because she was correct, I struggled not to let the disappointment show.

"One more thing," I said, "I get the final say on all big decisions, next car, holidays, visiting your sister. I get the final say," before she could answer I got up and walked to the lounge and came back with a car magazine and a holiday brochure. I opened the page of the magazine at a picture of an Aston Martin and dropped it in front of her, "our next car." I opened the brochure at a Norfolk Broads sailing yacht, as I dropped that in front of her, I said, "your next cruise."

She leaned forward and took my hand. I let her. "You drive a hard bargain, but yes, and only because I know you love me, and you'll think about what I want as well. I don't think you will go through with most of it."

Shit, she did it again, she knows me all too well. Although she may be surprised, I had some plans.

I looked her in the eye and told her I would give her an answer on Monday before we went to work, I was tired, all this had worn me out, but now I had to come up with a set of rules that Shithead would not be able to cope with, but I didn't think they would do the job, Plan 'A' looked like it was going to fail, Plan 'B' it would have to be.

I finished coming up with Shitheads rules then went and cut the grass, it didn't need it, but I needed something to do, the evening was lack lustre to say the least, we had a mediocre take away, watched shit on the telly, I didn't even bother to light a fire. Knowing I would have to drive to work some time the following day I couldn't even have too many beers.

At about 10 o'clock Julia got up and as she walked past stroked my arm smiled at me and said. "Time for a little BSB?"

My reply was quite harsh, "What offering me another guilty fuck, and what did I say yesterday?" That startled her.

"Lots of things," she said.

"The one that went 'I am not sleeping with my wife that wants to get fucked by another man'," with that she stormed off, I grabbed my quilt and pillows and failed to get a good night's sleep.

The courier arrived Sunday with the package in a plain brown wrapping from the spy shop, Julia accepted it and popped it into the garage and told me it had arrived. I managed to slice it open, remove the four smoke detectors, a Co2 alarm, power supply socket all with Wi-Fi video camera and sound recorder plus two wi-fi audio recorders, I linked them all to my personal laptop and mobile phone. I resealed the package and left it in the garage.

I told Julia I was off to the pub, she told me to be home at five as dinner would be ready and not to be too pissed. I went to work, I put one smoke detector in Shitheads office over his desk, I should be able to see everything he did. I replaced the two normal ones in the stair wells and the one in the kitchen with my spy ones. The Co2 alarm went into the entrance so I could see when Shithead was in the building. The power socket in the girl's office was replaced, fortunately it was at waist level and had a good view of the whole office. I popped the two audio recorders in my desk and went to the Rose and Crown hoping to find some relief with my mates. But I couldn't get in the mood, in fact one of my mates asked what was wrong, I said I had things on my mind, work and shit. The rest just called me a miserable bastard, which was probably true. I got home just before five, sober, well sober ish.

Julia looked absolutely lovely, little bit of make-up, nice hair, lovely dress with lots of cleavage and I suspect stockings. "Nice try, you do look very lovely, call it off and I will give the best loving I have ever done, otherwise my 'I am not sleeping with my wife that wants to get fucked by another man' still stands. Of course, you could be dressed like that to convince me to say 'Yes'."

She was aghast at that suggestion, I could see that hadn't crossed her mind that it was going to come across like that, "No, No I want to go to bed and make love to you, or just fucking if that's what you want, please sweetheart."

"As I said before I am not your sweetheart, I am just the poor fool you want to cheat on."

Dinner was quiet and exceptional with all my Sunday roast favourites; we spent the evening sitting close watching telly. She went to bed at about half past ten, as she left, I said, "I'll see you at breakfast at seven with my decision. There is one thing I want you to consider, instead of Shithead I will purchase for you, for one night an escort, call it a gigolo if you wish, think about it, he will be clean, almost certainly good at what he does and there will be no romantic involvement, just sex and no work conflicts." Plan D.

"Sweetheart, you may not like that name at the moment, but that's what you are to me so get over it. You really have thought about this and if you let me do this thing, I promise it will be just the one night. I'll think about your suggestion." I let her give me a kiss on the cheek.

Well, that's it, plan 'A' halfway through, probably on the way to failure and plan 'D' out in the open. Plan 'B' will start tomorrow. But still with the option of plan 'C', but gaol time didn't attract me.

I didn't sleep well, only one beer as it was a school night and work early in the morning. And I was wondering with everything in place what mayhem I could cause Shithead, I was certain he was behind this but what opportunities might raise their ugly heads. There will be some!

I find it quite funny when commenters try to tell me what my characters are thinking. They are my characters I do know what they're thinking or in some cases what they are not thinking.