She was at a coffee date with a few of her girl-friends. This was their weekly get together in their favourite coffee bar in town. And when together, they discussed everything from politics, to the new assistant in the local post office. The topic the day was sex, or more specifically, first-time sex. They discussed their teenage years, their first boyfriends and then moved onto sex. It turned out that she was the one who was the oldest before she lost her virginity.

Her four friends were probably her closest friends and they were never afraid to get graphic whenever they discussed sex in the past. She sat between Linda and Carol, with Anne next to Linda, and Jackie sat beside Carol. They all discussed their earliest lovers, describing locations, and techniques, and when it was her turn she felt embarrassed as she had only ever had sex with Richard.

Her friends were very supportive of her, they knew her story, and they also knew how close she and Richard were. Amongst their circle, they were considered as the couple least likely to ever have any marital problems, and certainly, no-one thought that they’d ever separate or get divorced.

But what none of them knew, was that for nearly a year, she had been feeling low, and incredibly frustrated with her life, or more specifically, her sex-life. With her youngest daughter about to leave home, she grew increasingly isolated and frustrated at home, and her fantasies played an increasingly important role in her masturbation sessions.

One night, as they sat in bed, both of them reading, she put her book down.

“Richard, I want to talk to you.” She said.

He glanced up and nodded.

“Okay, what is it?” He replied.

He didn’t look away from his book. She sighed.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Richard.” She snapped.

He sighed and put his book down and took off his reading glasses. He put his hands on his book.

“Do you love me?” She asked.

He sighed.

“Where is this coming from? You know that I love you.”

She stared at him.

“Then why don’t you show me?”

He looked confused.

“What do you mean? Show you?” He asked.

Her frustration grew.

“SEX Richard! Why don’t you want to have sex with me any more?” She raised her voice.

He rolled his eyes.

“Oh, this again. We do have sex, honey. But you have to remember, we are not twenty-one any more.”

She could feel her frustration rise.

“And we are not seventy either. All my friends have a lot more sex than we do. Once a week isn’t enough Richard. You should want more than that.”

She tried to remain calm.

He sighed.

“Okay, okay. I hear you. Maybe we could do more. But honestly, I’m always so tired during the week.”

She looked away.

“Don’t you find me attractive any more? Don’t I turn you on?” She sounded upset.

He put his hand on her arm.

“Of course you are. I love you.” He replied.

She turned her head.

“So show me. Fuck me, right now!” She demanded.

He looked at her. ‘She’s serious’ He thought. He sighed.

She stared at him when he didn’t reply.

“I’m serious. I want you to fuck me right now.” She looked into his eyes.

He rolled his eyes and spoke softly.

“What’s got into you, honey. Why are you talking like that? You don’t swear.” He put his hand on hers, she yanked it away and folded her arms across her chest.

“Forget it.”

She dropped her book onto the floor, turned her back on him and turned off her bedside light.

At the start of the week, they were rarely on speaking terms, it had been the worst argument of their marriage and she even began to consider the possibility of it being a marriage-wrecker.

Things didn’t get any better as the week progressed and by the weekend it had followed a terrible pattern. When he came in from work, she’d put his dinner on the table, she’d already eaten, and she sat in the lounge as he ate alone. Neither of them liked what had happened, but it seemed that neither of them knew how to fix it, or how to take the first step.

As he put his dishes into the washer he sighed and turned. He walked into the lounge and looked at her.

“We need to talk honey.” She said

He sat beside her on the sofa and took her hand. She tried to pull it away but he gripped it firmly.

“No. You will listen.” He raised his voice.

He looked into her eyes.

“I love you, Natalie. I’ve loved you since the moment that I first laid eyes on you. There has never been anyone else for me. We have two beautiful children and what I consider to be a perfect life. But, it is not enough for you. And for that I am sorry. I have failed you, as a husband, and as a lover.”

He started to struggle as he fought back tears. Her eyes too filled with tears as she listened to him pour his heart out to her.

“This had been the worst week of my life Natalie, the worst. But I have to accept that you are not happy in this marriage. I am sorry that I don’t pay you enough attention, and I am sorry that we have such different ideas of what a happy marriage is. It is clear now that you want more of the physical side of our relationship, and I’m not sure that I can give you that honey.”

She began to tremble, it started to sound like he was going to leave her which was the last thing that she wanted to hear. He looked into her eyes. Then he said the words that she never wanted to hear.

“I think that I should leave.”

There, he’d said it. She couldn’t believe it. She stared at him as she saw tears fall down each of his cheeks. Her heart raced, she could feel it pounding at her chest as if trying to get out. She squeezed his hand.

“NO! NO! That’s not what I want. I love you, Richard.” She cried.

He stared at her.

“But it’s not enough honey, is it?”

She panicked. This wasn’t what she wanted, all she wanted was him to fuck her more, so she told him. He shook his head.

“No. What about all of your fantasies. Having sex with someone while I watch you, fucking a guy with a huge cock, and the threesome?” He asked.

She shook her head.

“Fuck them! I want you! I just want you more often.” She pleaded.

He shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but until you get these fantasies fulfilled, they will always be there honey.”

Tears fell down her cheeks as she stared into his eyes.

“But I love you, Richard.” She pleaded.

He hung his head. She leaned over and hugged him.

“I won’t let you go, Richard, I won’t.” She began to cry.

He held her as she sobbed softly. He hadn’t wanted any of this, he certainly didn’t want to leave her, but he couldn’t think of any other way to end the current situation other than to give her what she wanted.

They sat and talked about their life together, from their first meeting at the ice-rink, through to their first time as lovers, their wedding, the birth of their children right up to where they were at that moment. They hadn’t spent that much time together for a long time and it felt good. She turned her head to him and they stared into each other’s eyes. He leaned in and they kissed. It had been a while since they’d last shared such a tender moment. He brushed his fingers across her face.

“Would you like to go to bed, honey?” He whispered.

She nodded and bit her lower lip. He stood and took her hand and led her up to their bedroom. He closed the door behind them and when he turned she was stood in the middle of the room, she looked unsure of what to do. He walked towards her and took her in his arms. They kissed, and she wrapped her hands around his neck and she slumped in his arms as their bodies pressed together and she moaned softly as she felt her arousal levels increase.

They separated and they undressed, which was their norm. He watched her undress, he did love to see her body, he’d always thought that she looked gorgeous, he just wished that she knew how much he loved her and that it was enough for her.

They slipped into bed and he took her in his arms and kissed her. She moaned as he slid his hands across her breasts and toyed with them, just as he had done countless times before. She reached down and slid her hand along his thigh and her fingers brushed across his cock which was semi-hard. She moaned.

“Are you sure you want to?” She whispered.

He moaned as he lowered his mouth onto her nipple and licked it. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to stroke it, and she felt it harden almost immediately. She felt it grow in her fingers, he wasn’t big, at six-inches, he was average according to her research on the internet.

He groaned as she moved her fingers along his shaft as his cock hardened and he kissed her. As she worked on his cock he slid his hand between her legs and his fingers slid between her pussy lips. He moaned when he felt how wet she was, and she gasped as he pushed a finger into her pussy.

She moved her pussy against his hand as she pushed his finger inside and reached up and pressed his thumb onto her clit. She closed her thighs around his hand and clenched them together as she rocked her hips as he rubbed and caressed her clit. She panted, her breathing increased as she kissed him passionately. She did have her fantasies, but this was what she wanted too, she wanted him to fuck her like they used to do. He rubbed her clit and moved his finger inside of her and she stroked his cock. She recognised his twitches, he was going to come if she kept it up. She stopped and released his hand.

“Fuck me, Richard. Fuck me now.” She panted.

She lay back and spread her legs. He slid across and lay on her. She reached down and guided his cock towards her pussy. It slid in easily and she groaned as she felt him inside of her for the first time in weeks.

He began to thrust into her and she wrapped her arms around him and held onto him as she pushed into her and started to fuck her. She wrapped her legs around him and they moved together. She loved how he felt, she had only ever known him, but yet, it still felt good and she buried her face into his neck as he quickened his pace and began to pound into her.

She moaned and cried out as he fucked her. He panted and groaned as he slammed his cock into her and she responded with her moans. Eventually, and all too soon he began to fuck her erratically, and his cock jerked and twitched inside of her, then he threw his head back and cried out as he shot the first spurt of his cum deep into her pussy. She moaned as she felt the warm, sticky cum shoot into her and she gripped him between her thighs as his cock jerked inside her and spurt after spurt of cum shot out and filled her pussy. He lay on her whilst his cock twitched and jerked inside of her until his orgasm subsided and then passed, he was spent.

He rolled off her and lay on his back beside her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing. He stared at the ceiling. He could hear her breathing hard, it had felt good to him, but he was very aware that she had not come. He knew that she would be disappointed. He turned to face her. She stared up at the ceiling. He watched her breasts rise and fall as she tried to get her breathing under control.

He closed his eyes. He felt like shit. He had failed, yet again to satisfy her. He reached out and stroked his fingers across her stomach.

“I’m sorry Natalie.” He sighed.

She turned her head to him.

“For what?” She asked.

“You didn’t come.”

She closed her eyes.

“It’s okay.” She sighed.

He turned away and onto his back.

“No. It’s not okay. I’ve failed you.”

She didn’t reply, he’d hoped that she’d tell him that he hadn’t and that it didn’t matter, even though he knew that it did, but she remained silent. He turned away from her.

She turned off the light and they faced away from each other as they tried to go to sleep. But sleep evaded him and he tossed and turned for what seemed like an hour. Finally, he turned and faced her. He listened to her breathing, he thought that she was asleep. He reached out and stroked her back.

“I’m sorry honey. You deserve better. I give in. If you want a better lover, then you should have a better lover, god knows you deserve one. You can have your fantasy.” He whispered.

To his surprise, she turned and looked at him. He stared at her, neither of them said anything. She looked into his eyes, he smiled.

“Either I leave, or we try your fantasies, Natalie. But we can’t go on like this.”

Then he turned away from her and closed his eyes, as tears fell onto his cheeks.