Dave walked in the front door, having just arrived home from a rather tedious day at work; in fact, his whole week had been a drag. He tiptoed down the hall and crept up on Trish in the kitchen. She was humming some tune whilst bent over the sink washing some dishes. He grabbed her bum and whispered in her ear, "Come out in the garden, and I'll show you my prized cucumber."
"Leave me alone, you dirty bugger. The kids will be down in a second. Dinner is just about ready; go get rid of that suit."
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Dave and Trish had been married for sixteen years. He was twenty-seven when they met at a dress-up party. He had been dressed as a chef, whereas Trish was dressed as a policewoman. She had instigated the first contact, asking him if he could actually cook. He responded, "Bet you really enjoy your work, picking up 'bad boys' every day."
They teased one another all night and departed with the promise to meet in a couple of days, and he would cook her dinner. Dave had had several girlfriends before he met Trish, a couple of them serious affairs. And there had been a string of one-night stands. But he had been the last of all his friends to marry, telling them when they ribbed him about it, "Why should I be tied to one woman when there are so many beauty's out there keen to have fun?"
Dave had never had problems picking up women; his father walked out when he was three, and he became the only male in a house of females. His easygoing nature meant he was never shy about conversing with the opposite sex.
Patricia was the polar opposite; she was the stereotypical 'good girl.' Popular because of her good looks, she was full of empathy and quick to help any of her friends in need. Trish could have been a film double for Demi Moore; even strangers commented on her resemblance to the pretty actress. Now thirty-six and having birthed two kids, Dave thought she was more attractive than ever. She had an inner glow and innocence that made people turn to look at her in the street.
She had been only twenty when they met. Dave knew from the second she spoke to him that she was the one. They got on so well, but he was under no illusions about his prospects if she learned of his wayward past. It was immediately apparent that she had high morals and lived her life very differently from his. And he needed to put his skirt-chasing days behind him.
Their first few dates went really well, way above Dave's expectations, and he was astounded when, after only three weeks of dating her, she snuck him into her parent's caravan and let him get past first base. Something he knew no other guy had ever achieved. And the following weekend, he had dared to take her home to his flat, his flatmates all being away, and she eagerly joined him in his bed, eager to lose her virginity.
Their first few years of marriage had been quite incredible. Trish was a different person behind a bedroom door. She was inventive and adventurous in the sack, and he truly thought he was the luckiest man in the world.
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As Dave undressed, hung his suit in the wardrobe and pulled on some casual clothes, he pondered the last few months.
After sixteen years of marriage and two children, their marriage had become relatively mundane. The excitement in the bedroom had greatly diminished. The time given to bringing up a son and daughter and his long hours working in underpaid jobs took their toll.
Three months previous, it had come to a head, and after a rare argument, they had sat down and discussed why they were arguing and falling into such a rut. Dave suggested they might need to see a marriage counsellor. Trish, however, was not keen to open up to a third person and proposed they get some books and try to sort things out themselves. One of her issues was that their sex life was so predictable, and she suggested they try role-playing to put some spice back into their marriage.
Trish had done drama at college, something she had spoken to him about with passion over the years. She had mentioned to him in their early days that she loved acting. When she slipped into a different character, it allowed her to do things she would never dare to do in real life. So Dave was not surprised when she offered role-playing as a solution. His problems were different. He had had many interesting jobs, but they were low paying. And for the last five years, he had been doing the accounts for a small company. He had taken the job because the money was steady, and on average, it was better than what he had been earning previously as a part-time handyman/builder.
However, five years later, he found he was doing all the work of a qualified accountant but receiving half the pay. He and Trish struggled to put aside money for holidays, new cars, etc. They had discussed Trish returning to work so that Dave could return to school to get his accountant's degree. But Dave was not keen; he wasn't enjoying his job and needed a new challenge.
They joined the local tennis club soon after they were married. And as they both loved cooking and were good organisers, they had let themselves be talked into catering all the events held at the club. Most of these were voluntary, and they received no remuneration except for the odd function organised privately for a club member.
Over the last year, however, they had catered for two weddings, plus a couple of stags do's at the club, and all of these had been quite profitable for them.
And so, Dave brought up that he wanted to leave his job. So he asked Trish what she thought about starting their own business and catering full-time. She was very supportive, but they both agreed it would be a huge step, his giving up a secure wage for such an uncertain future. But overall, she was happy to research and see if starting a catering business was feasible.
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As Dave left the bathroom and made his way down to dinner, their first roll-play popped into his mind. It had happened the weekend after their altercation and subsequent analysis of their marriage. Trish had waited until the kids were in bed, leaving Dave watching Friday night rugby; she had slipped away and donned a maid's outfit she had hired that morning. She returned to the lounge and moved around the room, dusting. Dave had a double-take when he noticed her. But being wrapped up in the game, he was in a quandary about what to watch. Finally, however, when she bent forward to dust the shelves by the telly, and he saw she was not wearing any knickers, he lunged for the remote and pressed the off button.
Dave had come to his feet and attempted to catch her and lift her skirt, but she ducked to the side, saying, "Mr Hamilton, behave yourself or I will report you to the front desk."
For the next few minutes, he followed her around the room, telling her to stop playing silly buggers, as she had him so horny he didn't want to play games. Trish didn't listen and kept him at bay with her duster until he trapped her on the couch. He forced her to her knees, bent her over the back of the sofa, and took her from behind. Then, watching the stairs, in case the kids were to come down, he released her full breasts from the bodice, and watching her tits swinging in time with his hard thrusts, he caught one and began to tweak her nipples.
One of Trish's big turn-ons was to have her nipples fondled. Over the years, he had learned that playing with her nipples was like turning on a tap; her viscous womanly juices would literally ooze down her legs. He loved it when she got really wet!
He was so horny; he came way too quickly. Trish complained that she had not cum, grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs. She helped him shed all his clothes, pushed him back onto the bed and took his semi-soft cock into her mouth. He was shocked; she had never been keen on blowjobs and had never swallowed when he came. Yet here she was, making like a vacuum cleaner on his prick that was awash with both their fluids.
Soon she had him hard again, mounted him, and ridden him to a noisy orgasm. They had not had sex twice in that short a time in many years, if ever.
Just thinking about their first role-play had Dave rock hard before he reached the bottom of the stairs, and he had to use the downstairs toilet to run a cool flannel over himself before he could have dinner with the family.
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The following weekend it happened again. They had a function at the tennis club on Saturday night and arranged to have the children stay over at her parent's for the night. Both sets of grandparents loved having the kids and almost fought each other over whose turn it was. Dave's parents had taken them to Disneyland in LA the previous summer holidays, and this summer, Trish's parents were taking them to the adventure parks on the Gold Coast in Australia. So with the kids gone, Dave spent the morning in the garden. After lunch, he went out the back again and was making mounds for a new crop of strawberry plants when around the corner of the house skipped Trish, dressed up in a schoolgirl's outfit.
Dave's mouth dropped open, and he almost fell face down in the dirt when he saw her. Her breasts forced the buttons on the white blouse apart, and the skirt showed an obscene amount of her long shapely legs. She called out to him, "Hi, Mr Hamilton, what are you planting? Mum has sent me over to see if you would help me put some boxes up on the shelf in our garage sometime today."
She came and stood beside him, cut a model pose, and asked him if he liked her legs. As he stared, his jaw dropped wide open; she lifted her short pleated skirt, revealing she was not wearing panties.
"Fuck! exclaimed Dave, as he made a grab, trying to cup between her legs.
"Why, Mr Hamilton! Behave yourself. I'll tell my mother about you."
He chased her around the backyard, and every time he caught her, she made to scream her head off, and he let her go. Finally, he didn't give a shit about the neighbours and throwing a tarp over the wheelbarrow full of garden rubbish, he picked her up bodily, bent her over the barrow and had his way with the playful young schoolgirl. She kept crying out the whole time, "Mr Hamilton, what are you doing to me? Stop it, you filthy man."
All too soon, Dave came hard. He realised he had come way too fast for Trish and now had a very frustrated schoolgirl on his hands. He rolled her off the barrow, onto her back on the grass, and attempted to finger her to an orgasm. But Trish pushed him away when he had her close to a climax, and rolling him over on his back, she took him in her mouth, working him until he was hard again.
"This time, Mr Hamilton, look after this little girl, or I'm going to scream out and bring the neighbours running."
And he did take his time, holding himself up above her, taking in her beauty. he fucked her to a noisy climax in the middle of their back lawn.
Short-term, Trish's role-playing had certainly resurrected their marriage. But it wasn't perfect by any means. There were still little things that Dave would have liked to discuss and try to change. She dressed down for all socialising, scared she would stand out, and people would think her being above herself. Dave wanted to show her off and, over the years, had bought her sexy dresses and lingerie, but he had given up now, as it was such a fight to get her to wear any of it. She was almost game for anything behind the closed door of their bedroom, but in the company of others, it was quite a different story.
Still, he thought to himself, no marriages are perfect, and ninety per cent of the time, theirs was pretty dam good.
After dinner, Dave helped Trish with the dishes, then moved to the lounge and sat with their two kids. His son was fourteen and becoming very independent, so he was itching to get away and start texting his mates. He was still his daughter's favourite, though, and at Ten, she was still happy to sit and talk with him. She quizzed him about her getting a mobile phone, and as much as he would like to buy her one, they just plain could not afford it. She hurried away when Trish joined them, knowing she had less chance of getting her way with her mother.