Life had gotten boring for me. It had come down to work and home life, which wasn’t bad. I have a good job working in the clothing industry. I was married to a good man for twelve years. But now that I was reaching into my late thirties, things were beginning to get routine.
It was not anybody’s fault that I was starting to feel bored with my life. Mark did all he could. We tried to get things exciting in the bedroom many times. Role Play, Videos, New Toys, for both of us. He was satisfied with how things had come around, and I had agreed with him, but deep down, I was bored.
“See you tonight,” Mark said as he kissed me on the forehead.
“I am working late this evening,” I said as I sipped on my coffee. “I have to plan the fashion show for tomorrow.”
“Okay,” he said as he picked up his briefcase and walked out to the garage.