Morning sex, afternoon sex, any-time-of-night sex, we did it all.It mostly was straight-forward sex. It was good enough and we were good enough at it ...hat we didn’t need to spice it up. It wasn’t all missionary style. We probably did all the Karma Sutra positions. Having never read the book, I can’t attest to that, but we were pretty inventive.But time can take a heavy toll. After seventeen years of sexual Olympics, the torch began to sputter. At least that’s how I saw our situation. We knew. When I told her that I am better she asked me whether I can manage for an hour independently as she wants to go see one of her old classmate. I knew and happy to note that she is telling a lie. I gave my consent. First I saw my wife actually leaving the house ,but within three minutes she came back. I watched her not from the normal place but from a different place. As my wife was walking towards the vacant building her eyes were focused on the window where I would be normally watching. Then I. Before I could say anything, I heard the door slamming behind us, and I realized Swati just heard everything. I was like fuck.The next day, I was not able to look at her. I went to her desk after everyone left. I wanted to say sorry. I sat near her. She was busy looking at her monitor, completely giving no-fucks about my presence. I said sorry, forgive me and all. Before I could realize anything, Swati just slapped me and left.In the next 2 days, I got an email from management that I have been. I was dying to just jump in the bed with you all, remember what I said, ‘include me in the next card game’. So, are we going to play tonight?”“Wow, you cut right to the chase Celia ha ha, well yes, as a matter of fact, I came up with an idea, did some thinking, because I could not concentrate on my job this week anyway, trying to hide my hard on most of the time while coming up with this plan,” I said, “The club we went last weekend asked for new ideas, and they are very flexible and desperate.