Experimenting With Marge

It was about to be yet another round of completely predictable 'married for 25 years' Saturday night sex.  I lay in bed with no particular motivation, wondering if Marjorie was as bored and eager to add a spark to our sex life as me. It seemed that our life together was no longer about us, but instead, revolved around work, kids, house, college bills, and a whole lot of other things.  It struck me that we had become like two old mules in a harness, pulling a wagon day after day, but never looking at each other.  I felt sad about that situation.

Bucking up my courage, I turned to her.  "Marge have you ever thought about us doing something to jazz up our sex life?"

She stared at me with a 'deer in the headlights' look momentarily before answering me.  "So, you want me to buy leather underwear, put a mirror over our bed, and start chaining you to the wall?"

"No honey, I'm serious.  Does it not seem to you that we're in a rut?"

"Is that where we are Jim?  We're 'stale'?"

I reached over and pulled us together.  "Look, 'old girl' we've been together for more than twenty-five years and things aren't like they were when we were young."