It started like any normal evening; home from work, changed into something more comfortable, snacks and a cuppa on the couch to chat about the day. But tonight was not like any ordinary evening, and we both knew that. Every time my eyes caught hers she giggled nervously and averted her gaze in a gorgeously playful, feigned embarrassment. I asked “are you looking forward to tonight?”, she gave me a pained groan that was most certainly twinged with a hint of nervous excitement.”Stop reminding me about it” she said, to which I just grinned. We both knew this wouldn’t be the last time I reminded her about it before the event. I understood her predicament as I’d been there. Being married for so long, you have the luxury of getting lazy with your game. Where once you would have had some charming, witty pickup line and a whole swag of lead-ons and zingers, you get rusty from years of knowing you can just tell the other to strip off and present themselves for sex. Now she was going to have to work for it, and do it solo with an internet stranger!