A Last Fling

A quick bit of fun to lighten the mood.

My name's Mike and I met my wife, Stacey, at the grocery store. I know the most romantic place to meet someone ever. We met in the cereal aisle as we both reached for the same box of Cheerios. For some reason, we hit it off, and I asked her out to dinner. We both were young, she was 18 and I was 19. Stacey was a virgin, and I wasn't much past being one myself. She worked at the bank as a teller, and I worked at a warehouse driving a forklift.

We both had a pretty sheltered childhood and took our time before becoming intimate. After a month of dating, we did it for the first time, and for the next five years, four of them married, we never stopped! To say I was a happy man would be an understatement. We had discussed the future and had saved enough for a house. Once we had that, we were going to have children. I thought it was a great plan and was so excited.

Then things started to go off the rails. Stacey started to get moody and, for the first time, rejected my sexual advances. She also stopped initiating sex. I obviously became concerned and started to watch her closely. Too many bad stories from divorced guys at work. It started to make me crazy. She never was late home from work, her phone said she never left the bank at lunch. There were no girl's nights out, or "spa" weekends away.

Yet she started getting bitchy. Nagging about little things and picking fights over really stupid stuff. I was getting fed up and felt it was time we had a talk. That night I sat her down after supper and said those words,

"Stacey we need to talk."

What she said in return I was not expecting,

"You are damn right we need to talk!"

The wind was sucked out of my sails, and she took over the conversation,

"I'm fed up, we are about to start a family, and I haven't had a life. I left home to marry you, and I've never done anything exciting. I've hardly even kissed another guy. I need one last fling, my first fling really, before we start a family."

This was a hard no, there was no way I would stand for this,

"Stacey I thought we were so good together, up until the last little while I would say our marriage was perfect. I thought you felt the same. Now you tell me you want a fling. Am I not enough for you?"

"It's not all about you Mike, think about it. You went off after school on that trip to the next state. You hooked up with that girl. You had a fling!"

"Now wait a minute Stacey, I got drunk and woke up next to a woman who alleges I had sex with her. I remember kissing her and feeling her up and that's it. She left right after we woke up, that's hardly a fling!"

Now I was mad,

"Well, that's more of a fling than I've had!

Stacey was even madder!

"I'm doing this Mike with or without you!"

WTF?

"What do you mean with or without me?"

"Listen Mike I get it, we have been working like dogs saving for a house and family. We haven't had a real vacation since our honeymoon! Those long weekends in a tent at the lake are fun but that's no vacation. Kids are going to come, and we will never get a break, just the two of us until they leave for college. I'm not doing it unless I get a last fling!"

Now the anger was sucked out of me, she made a bunch of valid points,

"Ok, so what are you proposing?"

"I don't know exactly Mike, but we are going somewhere more than out of state! We are going on an airplane somewhere. We are going to have sex in public places. We are going to eat at overpriced restaurants. We are going to do cheesy tourist things and buy stupid tourist trinkets! I'm going to wear the sluttiest dress I can find, and you are taking me dancing. Then you are going to take Viagra and fuck me all night long! We are going to come home so exhausted that we sleep for a day. That's the kind of fling I'm talking about!"

What could say to that?

"I'm in."