Dying on the Vine

Will somebody please stop the clock.  Life is going by way too quickly and I can't seem to get a handle on it.  Everytime I turn around, it's Sunday and I have to come up with a story.  I'm busy every single day, doing who knows what, but the time still flies by like a leaf down a rippling stream. 

Ray and I did our usual movie thing this week.  He saw Mission Impossible and I saw Rikki and The Flash.  I enjoyed the movie - Meryl Streep is one fine actress.  Ray loved his exploding film too.  Speaking of movies, I finally got Ray to watch 50 Shades - he said it had more humor than he expected.  Wow, I could hardly stand his enthusiasm.

We went out to lunch a couple of times with friends and a barbecue at the lake one night. Sunday was a big barbecue at the lake and this time we were actually able to finally launch the boat.  The docks have reopened after the flooding rains of June.  Want to hear something funny, now that the lake has receded enough to enjoy boating there is a burn ban - so no outdoor firepits.  Mother Nature is having a good laugh.

Anyway, another week is upon us and summer is dwindling down.  I notice it's now dark at 8:30 instead of 9:00 and it's only going to continue.  I hate that part, I get sleepy too early.  Enough rambling on for now.

Okay, so it's a new story, but a theme many of us have lived and read about countless times.  There are only so many new things in this world and right now my mind can't think of another one, so 'same ole, same ole.'  Hope it's worth your time.

After thirty-five years of marriage, Marion and Dale's marriage was dying on the vine. Like many other couples, fixing the problem started with Marion’s online research. Their marriage needed something, a spark, a jolt- something.  Once they became empty nesters, it became stagnant.  The practice of each going off with different kids became each going off doing their own thing.  They lived together more as brother and sister, or roommates than marriage partners.  Marion read the same story over and over again.

She was determined to do something about it.  One night she sat down with Dale and laid her cards on the table.

“Dale, I don’t know about you, and that is part of the problem.  But I’m sick of living like this.  We are like two ships that pass in the night.  Do you want to continue this way or do something about it?”

“What do you want to change?”

“Us. Our lifestyle, something.  I’m bored, and boredom often leads to things you don’t want just to make a change, stir things up.  So before I get to that stage and go off and fix my boredom without you, I’d like to fix it with you.”

“I want you to fix it with me too.  I know we don’t have the same passion we used to have, but hell Marion, we’ve been together for more than half our lives.  There isn’t much about each other we don’t know.  How are we going to make things new?”

“I think we have to start with sex.  After all, our sex life is practically non-existent. It started going downhill when we had children, and the downward slide has not picked up.  Even when we do have sex, it’s the same ole, same ole.  Boring!!!  We practically mark a date on the calendar and pencil each other in, for God’s sake.”

“All well and good, but there were many times, I suggested something other than the norm, and you looked at me like I was a pervert.  After a while the boring, as you called it, was me just giving you what you wanted.”

“Well, I don’t want that any more.  I want different.”

“So if I decided to slam you down and take you from behind, you’d be agreeable?”

“Yes, and if I wasn’t, then make me change my mind.  Don’t just give up and walk away.”

“Can I get this in writing so when I do this, and you decide I’m just acting like a prick, I have proof when the cops come to arrest me?”

Marion laughed but she knew, deep down, he wasn’t far off the mark.  She could be a bitch, could be hell, she was a bitch.  It was one of the things she hated about herself, and if she was going to change, she needed help.

“Okay, you put down the words you think will keep you out of jail, and I’ll sign it.” She couldn’t stop smiling.

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Days went by, and their routines went on as usual.  Marion was not looking forward to their typical night for sex.  As it approached, she became more and more agitated that Dale hadn’t done or said anything about their talk.  She became bitchier and bitchier as the day progressed and by bedtime, she was beyond furious.  “If he thinks I’m just going to continue to go along with the past program, he’s out of his ever loving mind.’  When she came out of the bathroom, Dale could see the steaming rolling off her.  He was sitting on the bed, hands behind his head, just waiting for the storm to explode.

Ordinarily, he would have pretended not to notice, rolled over and just went to sleep. Marion was right, their sex was boring, and it wasn’t something he much cared about anymore.  He too was anxious to step it up.  He couldn’t ever see himself cheating on her, but he did spend more time in the shower while thinking about what it could be like.  He had written up the Get Out of Jail note earlier in the week but decided to save it for their usual sex night.  He wanted it to be fresh in her mind that she agreed to what he had planned. So, after she went into the bathroom, he got out the paper and placed it on her pillow, a pen next to it. Now he just waited.

She didn’t disappoint.  She started her verbal barrage, and he merely pointed to her pillow.  She saw the paper and continued to spew her words until she picked it up and read what he had written.

  I, Marion Keller Wright, now give Dale Desmond Wright, the right to step up our sex life in any way he sees fit. I trust that he will not take me beyond my limits and will never cause me harm.

There was a place for the date and her signature.  While she was reading, he picked up the pen and handed it to her.  Blissful silence ensued as she read the note.  She took the pen and affixed her signature.  He calmly took the paper, folded it and put it in his nightstand drawer.  While he was doing this, she got into bed.

“Get out of bed and remove that nightgown.  From now on, you sleep as you came into this world.  Naked.”  Marion looked at him as if he was crazy, but his look told her he wasn’t kidding. 

“Now!!!” He said in a tone she hadn’t heard since the kids left.

She slid the nightgown over her head and slipped back into bed. 

“Are you comfortable?” He asked.  She nodded at him.  “Well, that’s about to change.”

He pulled her across his lap and whacked her bottom. The sound reverberated around the room and was punctuated by her loud “Ouch, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His hand answered with another stinging swat to her backside. He was enjoying this. Marion wanted a change, well this is the new change.  He spanked her until her bottom was the loveliest shade of dark rose.  Vocally, she might be complaining, but he could see that she was as turned on as him.

When he finished the spanking, he gave her a few moments to compose herself before turning her over and burying his head into her sweet core.

Marion couldn’t believe what he was doing, but as her orgasm began to build and intensify, her body screamed out for release.  Her orgasm rolled over her in waves. When, at last of her orgasm subsided, he pulled her up and told her he wanted her on her tummy, feet on the floor.

She didn’t much care at this point; she was putty in his hands, and he was sculpting a new Marion.  He put his hands under her tummy, raising her bottom and adjusting her as he desired. Seconds later he was plunging his engorged member into her womanhood, using his hands to finger her to another mind-blowing orgasm.  Before he climaxed, he pulled out and spread his seed all over her still pinked bottom. 

They were both smiling.  And so began a new chapter in the life of Marion and Dale Wright.