‘I would do whatever you want,’ she said, ‘and don't think you’re the only one who has naughty fantasies.’
She was looking at me, curiously, as if on the edge of a question, but she didn't voice it.
‘I've imagined you in the porn we've watched, it's more exciting when it's you.’
‘You’d like that, watching me being a bad girl?’
‘You have to ask?’
‘I thought you'd be jealous.’
‘I would, that's the sour in sweet and sour, the bitter in bitter sweet.’
When a voyeuristic husband’s confession of cuckold fantasising coincides with the restored sexuality of his post menopausal wife, there were always going to be consequences.
Plans for an unusual weekend away seemed to be going awry, but it is an ill wind, they say, that blows nobody any good.
An evening at the Old Barn offered unique amateur entertainment, but it had been forced to close by local opposition. The theatre was gone, the show must go on…but who had hired the actors?