©2012 Raminar Dixon
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“Honey, I want to try something new,” Harold said to me, while I was busy reading one of my latest erotic eBook downloads in bed.
“It’s…something a little different, a fantasy of mine I guess.”
“What?” I asked, feeling just a bit concerned at the nervous expression on his face. He really didn’t seem confident to come forward with whatever it was.
“If you don’t want to, we can just forget about it.”
“Harold, just tell me already. You know I’m pretty open about, you know, sexual stuff.”
He was staring right at me and began massaging my tired shoulders. It was nice and warm under the covers with him and we rubbed our feet together, just something that married couples often do.
“Have you ever thought about cheating on me?” He asked, with a serious expression.
“What? No, that’s ridiculous! I would never do that to you, I love you, baby.”
I was more than a bit puzzled when instead of smiling and squeezing me tightly, he adopted a slight frown. He was my husband and my friend. We did everything together. Our marriage was strong, and even though he wasn’t much of a lover, he took care of me and things around the house.