I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, they tell me off sometimes - well quite often really. Add to that, that I can't leave a story alone and play around with it once its been returned by them. Anyway I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story.
I'm not sure when it started really. Jo and I had been married twelve years the previous Easter. Somewhere during those twelve years we'd started the old fantasy sex lark. You know, we'd dress up and pretend to be different people. I'd been everything from Tarzan to Robert Redford. Come on, this all happened a few years ago, before all these youngsters on the films today were even out of nappies. If it hadn't been so long ago, I doubt I would be able to talk about it now. Shit, it did my head in for a good few years.
Let's start at the beginning. I met Jo (Josephine) on a blind date. I hadn't been living in town that long at the time and some guy — Reg, his name was, I think - at work asked me to go on a double date with him. Apparently he'd been working on getting a date with this bird for sometime, but she'd only go out with him if he brought a mug along for her roommate.
Oh, I termed myself a mug on this one. I'd been conned into blind dates a few times before in my life. Shit, on every one of them the bird I'd been lumbered with had turned out to be either a dog, or a bleeding nut-case.
You know, once I had spent a whole evening with some bird who was a bloody born again Christian, I couldn't get away from her. I was climbing the bleeding walls by the time I got home that night. And I had to hide out for the next couple of weeks until she gave up on the idea of saving me and found some other mug to pester.
Anyway, Reg (I'm sure that was his name) and I met these two girls in a local pub. I've got to admit Jo was definitely not what I had been expecting. Reg's girl was a real plain Jane next to Jo. But it turned out Jo was very shy. Bloody hell, by the end of the evening I counted myself lucky she'd let me hold her hand.
No word of a lie man, it was my fifth date with her before I got my first proper kiss. Damn, that was something new for me; normally I'd be looking for at least a blow job by the third date. There I was four dates in; a good few pounds out of pocket and all I'd got was a peck on the cheek for my trouble. As I say, on our fifth date Jo deigned to give me a proper kiss.
You know, I really was wondering why I was still hanging around. Hey, I wasn't a bad looking bloke and I'd had no trouble with girls before Jo. I usually reckoned to have them in bed by the forth or fifth date at the latest. Well, there could only be one explanation, and of course that was, I'd fallen in love with the girl. Not something I'd planned.
Looking back on it now, I think I finally realise what the attraction to Jo was. I'm damned sure it was her complete unadulterated naivety. Jokes about sex went completely over her head and Jo saw evil in no one. How the hell she'd gotten through life up to the point where she met me without losing her cherry, I'll never be able to understand. I can only put it down to her shyness that kept her safe.
Anyway, very quickly my whole life changed until it revolved around Jo. She dragged me down to meet her family after we'd been dating for about four months. Oh, God, her father turned out to be a Methodist preacher and her mother... No, lets leave her mother out of it for the time being. Jo's older brother was a bloody poof, if ever I saw one. And somewhere or the other, there was a younger sister, but no one seemed to want to talk about her.
It also could be that her father's devotion to religion caused the strange trust that Jo put in the funniest people. Well, she went out with me, didn't she? Jo seemed to think that if anyone said they were or were not going to do something, then their word was set in stone. That was to prove her, or rather my, downfall.
Well, I'm a normal guy, I think. I don't really trust any bugger, and I also lose my temper a little on the quick side. And if I get worked up about something, I've been known to cut off my own nose to spite my face, on more than one occasion.
Right, ten months into the relationship we were engaged. No, that wasn't in my master plan. I was only twenty-one at the time, and after seeing the mess some of my mates had made of their lives, I had no intention of even thinking of getting tied down until I was at least twenty-five, and that was supposed to be my starting gate.
The net result was, twelve months after I met Jo, I walked her up the aisle. Her dad did the honours and the Poof gave her away. Oh and I clapped eyes on Morning Star, actually Tammy, Jo's younger sister for the first time as well.
Tammy or Morning Star as she liked to be called, was what has become known in the last few years as 'a new age traveller'. That boils down to living in a tatty old van, smoking pot and living off government handouts most of the time. Oh, and she invited me into her van to join her for, as she put it 'some way out shit and a good shag' at the wedding reception.
Yeah, and I'm likely to take her up on that at my own wedding day. Christ knows what I could have picked up from her. Mind I might have been tempted in my younger days before I'd met her sister. She wasn't a bad looking girl, if you could get passed that unwashed look.
Jo and I lashed out on a nice little town house. And I think we were very happy together for the first few years. That was when her Ma and Pa weren't about. They had a nasty habit of coming to visit and I really couldn't stomach the Dragon for long.
Things got really iffy for a while when her father was transferred to our town. Because the Dragon would visit her daughter — well, it seemed to me to be - every bleeding day. But luckily for me she would disappear quite quickly when I showed up.
The bleeding Poof used to come around as well for a while. He still lived at home with his mum and dad. I don't think the little shit ever had a proper job, outside hanging around Piccadilly Circus in London that is. I think that's where he earned most of his pocket money. He stopped coming around to our house after he brought his boyfriend along with him one day. The guy felt my arse up in the kitchen, and then the ambulance took him to the hospital. Enough said on that one.
Anyway, when we were on our own, Jo and I got along just great. Once we where married and she tried sex, Jo found she really enjoyed it. I'm not quite sure where or when she got her hands on her copy of the Kama Sutra but she insisted we work our way through every position listed and a couple of others she thought up all by herself. Well, I hope she did!
Hey, with an empty house Jo was ready for it, anytime, anywhere. I drew the line at the greenhouse though, but she made sure we did it there at least once. Late at night, in the dark, at my insistence.
When I got a new company car, Jo insisted we christen it. Front seat, back seat, on the bonnet (hood) and over the boot (trunk). I'm damn sure if the garage roof had been high enough; she'd have had us try on top of the car as well. The net result of all this shagging was that I was a very happy man. Even when her parents called round, I knew that I was going to be fucked to exhaustion once they had left. It was Jo's way of thanking me for putting up with them.
Now as I said, somewhere along the line we started the role playing games. It started out with me, pretending to be this or that actor. Then Jo started dressing up as different actresses from particular roles in films. Yeah, that one and that one. Mind you, I made sure there were no ice picks in the house, just in case. Anyone seen the sequel to that one yet?
Anyway that was soon followed by us pretending that we didn't know each other. That game actually started off when we were on holiday. Jo was waiting in the bar of the hotel for me whilst I ran some stuff up to our room.
When I joined her in the bar, she acted as if she didn't know me. I soon figured out what game she was playing and did the old chatting up bit. Jo enjoyed that game and after that, she played all her different female characters whilst I picked her up in hotel bars.
One day she decided it would be fun to turn the tables and she played a hooker trying to pick me up. We sat there discussing her prices and what she would and wouldn't do. Oh, there weren't very many wouldn'ts. Then we got up to our room and she tried to kill me with sex.
All right, our married life was going along just nicely. Well, I thought it was, next to what I heard most of my mates saying, that is. Jo never had headaches and she became very inventive at the time of the month, most guys would term as the wrong time of the month. Look, I got my rocks off more than once everyday of our married life.
Now you might ask what went wrong, because you know that all good things must came to an end. Well, it was a few months after some new neighbours, the Crosener's moved in a couple of doors away. They were great folks, about the same age as us.
Martin worked in the city somewhere and earned a damn sight more than I did. Kirsty was one fine looking piece of work. She worked in one of the local banks. Oh, I didn't say - Jo worked in a bank as well, but a different one.
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