Yes, We Need to Talk

My Husband Mark:

I was coming out of the barn on a Friday afternoon in October. I was surprised to see my wife's car in the driveway. This was highly unusual. My wife gets home from work at 5 pm on Fridays. It's been that way for years. We have been married for over 30 years and for the last six years Fridays have been pretty much exactly the same every week. I come in from the barn at 4 pm. I start supper and then have a shower. I finish supper and when my wife comes home at 5 we eat. We talk about the day after supper with a glass of wine. Then we move to the sofa to watch TV. My wife puts her feet on my lap, and I massage her feet and calves, they are always sore after her week of work in town. She eventually falls asleep. Then I try to not wake her around 9:45 when I take her feet off my lap. She always wakes up and we go to bed.

Me, Clara:

I came home from work early today for the first time ever. I had to speak to my husband Mark. I had something on my mind, and it's really been bugging me. I needed to talk to him before we fell into our normal Friday routine. Unless farm work interferes, it's been the same old thing every Friday for the last six years. Six years ago, it's already been that long since our youngest left home to go to college.

Mark:

I entered the mud room and took off my farm clothes. In just my boxers I entered the main part of the house. We had renovated the old farmhouse and now we had a big central room. Clara has never been home this early before, so I did something different; I called out;

"Hi, love, you're home early is everything alright?"

Clara:

I was really nervous about what I was about to do. It was too late to chicken out; I was all dressed and ready to go. It was time to have a talk with Mark. It was so long overdue. So, I stepped out of the bedroom and replied,

"I'm fine, yes I'm home early, and yes we have to talk."

Mark:

Wow! Clara was in my favorite outfit! Black boots with three-inch" heels and fishnet stockings. My cock was already as hard as an iron rod. Up top was her PVC vest, I knew a shelf bra was underneath. Thinking of her exposed nipples in that bra made my cock even harder.

But....

What did she just say? We have to talk?

My cock deflated in an instant. What was going on? She is home early, and all dressed up to go out. Yet she says we have to talk. Then it hits me, she's got a date with someone else. That must be it. She didn't say get ready let's go out, no she is dressed to go out and wants to talk.

I can feel the emotion building, I haven't cried since my parents died. I thought we had a great marriage, I can't even form words to reply to her. I start to turn to go back to the barn, I don't want to face this right now. I don't want to hear it. I especially don't want to see some other guy come pick her up.

Clara:

Mark is not responding like I hoped and looks like he's about to leave,

"Mark don't go we have to talk. I want to talk about us and Friday nights going forward. We always do the same thing on Friday nights and Saturday morning and things need to change."

Mark:

What?!

I thought she loved Friday nights. She always says after a long week at work she just wants to relax. She said she loves my foot and calve massages. Then there are Saturday mornings.

On Saturday mornings we have sex. Sometimes we make love, sometimes we fuck and sometimes we do both. I always make sure she climaxes at least once, usually more. I try to spice it up, tongue, fingers, toys -- sometimes one sometimes more, sometimes all. New positions are hard to come up with after thirty years but at least change it up, no same old same old. She always tells me I'm great in bed, I'm always satisfied she says.

Now I'm starting to get a little bit angry, she's been lying to me?

Clara:

Mark's still not talking. This doesn't seem to be going the way I thought,

"My friends at work have been telling me about their Friday nights and they are nothing like ours. They can't believe it when I tell them how long we've been doing the same thing..."

Mark:

WTF!?!

She's talking about our Friday nights with her friends at work? They are telling her all kinds of stuff to make her jealous of them. Those bitches have convinced her to go out and party tonight, that's why we have to talk! I thought she loved the same thing every Friday!

Now I'm angry.

Clara:

Shit, now he's mad. I am so nervous about this I am definitely doing it all wrong. I got the outfit right, I know that is his favorite and I saw him get hard when he saw me, but that tent in his boxers is long gone. Now he is looking really mad,

"Mark, honey, I just want to change it up, I would like to do something different on Friday,....."

Mark:

Honey my ass! There's going to be a change alright! No more Mr. Nice Guy with foot and calf massages, no more making supper! If she goes out without me tonight for a "change" in my favorite outfit there will be a change all right. A change called divorce!

Enough of this,

"Clara I thought you loved your Friday nights and our Saturday mornings. I thought you loved me. We've had thirty great years, why for shit's sake do you want to change that?"

Clara:

This is a disaster; it is totally going sideways. I just want to run back to the bedroom and hide! I must persevere,

"It's not that I don't love them and you! I do, I really do love them and you. That is why I want to do something different; don't you understand? I want to do this for you."

Mark:

Who is this woman? She is totally delusional if she thinks I'm going to put up with her going out tonight with some other guy. Yet I have to give her a chance to actually tell me what she is going to do. I have to give her just a little more rope to hang herself.

I try my best not to use my most sarcastic voice,

"Ok, Clara please tell me exactly what you want to change? What you want to do on Friday night for me?"

Clara:

Now is my chance to clear all this up. I can't believe I'm still standing in this outfit; he should be all over me by now,

"Mark you are such a great husband to me. I can hardly talk about what we do with my friends because they can't believe you are real. You take such amazing care of me that they finally made me realize how I have taken such advantage of you all of these years. You work hard all week too, and the weekend! But I'm the one who gets the royal treatment Friday night, you never do. You also give me an amazing Saturday morning, every time. I know I get the royal treatment from you pretty much every day!"

I couldn't stand still any longer with this physical distance between us. I stepped forward and put my arms around his neck.

Mark:

What is she saying now? I'm so great, royal treatments?

I love the sound of her heels on the hardwood floor. I am too upset about this whole discussion for my cock to be getting hard again but it is. She's put her arms around my neck, and I can feel her tits against my chest,

"Clara, what are you talking about, I just am trying to be the best husband I can be. You are the best wife, better than I could ever have imagined that first day I met you. That's why I can't understand why you are doing this to me?"

Clara:

He's finally getting it! I pull him in tighter so he can feel my aroused nipples against his chest,

"That is exactly why I think we should do this; it is about time you got the royal treatment on Friday night! From now on I think every other Friday should be lingerie Friday and you should get pampered."

Mark:

Pampered?

She's dropped her hands to my boxers and pulled them down! She's followed them down to the floor and now she's on her knees and taken my cock in her mouth. She wants to do this every other Friday!?! I might be a little slow on the uptake sometimes but shit,

"Clara I totally agree, I'm glad you wanted to talk tonight, and even gladder you can't right now."