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… I love this man, with all of my heart. I’m ashamed that I found this repulsive in the past, that I rejected knowing every part of him.
    “I love you,” I breathe, as I lift my head and lean against his strong arm.
    “I love you too,” he whispers, and my heart swells. “Thank you.”
    “ What’s gotten in to you?” Ethan asks minutes later, but he says it with a laugh.
    Emboldened by his good humor, I simply say , “I’m on a mission.”
    “What kind of mission ?” he asks.
    “A mission to rock your world and make our marriage better than before,” I reply. “But I want you to know, that if you still want a threesome by our anniversary, I’ll make that happen too. I’ve been giving a great deal of thought as to who to ask, and I’ll make a final decision by that date.”
    “You will ?” He glances over at me in amazement.
    “I will,” I promise. And I figuratively cross my heart to seal the deal.
    When we pull into the driveway of our very traditional home, I look at the clean lines, white siding and for the first time think , “boring!” I look down at my navy slacks, pale blue cardigan and navy flats and think, “boring!” When did I become like this … so boring? I used to wear bright colors, trendy clothes, and fashionable shoes. Now … boring.
    Looks like I need to spice up more than the bedroom, if I’m truly going to commit to change. I need to identify all the other ways in which I’ve allowed my life to grow stale.
    As I pull my boring luggage up the front sidewalk, my mind mulls around this concept of boring. It isn’t bad. It could be worse. Perhaps I’m judging myself too harshly. But at the same time, I have allowed my life to become so … plain.
    “ Because you are plain,” screeches the Bitch in My Head. “ And you will always be plain. ” I sigh … remembering being left out of party invitations as a little girl, because I was “no fun.”
    I was able to break away from that image for a while, but it seems that it has snuck back in without me even noticing. And now my marriage is at stake because of my penchant toward dullness. I sigh again, and then promise myself to break the cycle … to add fun and life back into my world.
    Starting … right … now.
    His back is to me ; he’s fitting the key into the door. I press up against him, right there on the front porch, snaking my arms around his waist.
    Oh yes, I forgot what an amazing body he has, as keeping fit is one of his priorities. I feel the muscles ripple through him as he stills and then continues to open the door. Not letting go, I abandon my boring luggage outside and duck walk behind him, grinning at how awkward but right hanging on to him feels. Once inside, still at his back, I slide my hands down to his crotch and feel the bulge there begin to grow. He turns in my arms and lifts both hands to my face, looking deeply into my eyes.
    “Be rough with me,” I whisper and his eyes widen in surprise.
    “How rough?” he finally asks.
    “Very,” I reply and he backs me up against the wall. He leans his weight into me, pressing me hard into the solid surface at my back. When I gasp for breath, he releases me but covers my mouth with his before I get the air I need. Suddenly, he turns me around and pushed me hard against the wall, and with one hand in my hair, pulls my head back sharply.
    “Did you like sucking me?” he asks. “Did you like making me come? Did you like tasting me?” I try to nod my head, but the pressure is too great. I strangle out a yes. A quick thrill of fear passes through me … Mr. Hyde is back … this mysterious stranger who has been hidden inside of this man I thought I knew so well.
    While I’m st ill facing the wall, Ethan begins to kiss and bite the nape of my neck. I shiver at the sweet pain that erupts from the bite of his teeth.
    “Stop,” I say , and he immediately backs away. As I turn, I see the confusion on his face. “Not stop stop, just give me a moment.”