Thomas walks around the bed to join his wife and swings open the blankets on his side. With his back to her, he sits down on the bed. He takes off his low-heeled slippers. Slippers are for the elderly his wife thinks, and they are not even forty. She flips through the pages of a book and sighs. "What`s the matter Helen?" Thomas asks. "Nothing," she replies. Six months there has been nothing. Thomas puts his bare feet under the covers. With closed eyes and folded hands he waits for sleep to arrive.

"Have you ever had anal sex?" She asks.
He opens his eyes. "Anal sex?"
"Yes, anal sex," she says without looking at him. "In the ass."
"I know what anal sex is."
"Well then," she says. "Have you ever had that?"
"Yes."
"How was that?"
"The same as normal sex," he mumbles. "Only it smells a little of poo."
 "O."
They are silent.
 "Is that something you want?" He asks.
 "Well, if it smells like shit ..." she answers and switches off the lights. "Good night."

The next day proceeds as usual. He goes to work. She goes to work. He takes the children to school on the bicycle and she brings them home from school in the evening, also with her bicycle. In total, they have two bikes and four kiddo-seats.

Thomas is already lying in bed while Helen brushes her teeth.
"So, how come you are in bed this early, she says, and lays on her side with a book. Thomas crawls against her, rubbing his hand along the edge of her panties.
"Hey, way too cold," she says.
 "What about about anal sex then?"
 "Do you want it?" She asks.
 "Would you like that?" He asks.
"Maybe tomorrow," she says. "I have not pooped today, so there will be something getting in the way."
 "how about normal?" He tries. "We can also do it normal."
"No, not normally. I just have anal on my mind nowl."

The next day proceeds as usual. When the children are picked up from school, they can watch some telly. Thomas peels the potatoes. Helen reads a book with the children. They have a boy and a girl. Exactly as they would have liked. After reading, They eat dinner together.

Helen and Thomas go to bed simultaneously. With their heads facing each other.
"How did you come up with it all of a sudden? That you want me to fuck you in your ass? "
"We don't use that kind of language here, "she says bitter.
"Sorry," he says. And he thinks back of times when they still used that kind of  language. They used to say suck and fuck all the time and on Friday mornings she would ask if he would go down on her. Which he always did it with pleasure.
"Its just a fantasy. Or more fantasies actually. Guess you have them too, right? I would like to have anal sex once. Sounds exciting. "
" And what else? "
" What? "
" You said several fantasies. "
" Yes, well. "
" Tell me, "he tickles her side. She does not laugh.
"A black guy," she says. "I've always wanted to do it with a black guy."
"Then I'll go for anal," he laughs.

The next day, proceeds slightly different than usual. Helen and Thomas put the children to bed together. Normally one of the two does that and and the other stacks the dishwasher. The prospect of anal sex brings affinity. When the kids are asleep,  they shower together. It all has to be squeaky-clean, Helen had said. Thomas remembers the times when it did not matter if they were clean. They had sex in the morning whilst they stank from their mouths or after a long day of work making their underpants smell of urine and sweat.

After showering they go to bed together. Gently he massages her breast. Rougher he kisses her neck. He bites into her ear. He strokes her belly. Stroking her pubic hair. His finger goes inside.
"That's the wrong hole," she says.
"I'm just warming up a little," he says, and he moves his finger up and down.
"Well," she replied, "go on then."
 He kisses her back. She bents forward. Whether she does so because she does not want her back kissed or maybe to show she's ready for anal, Thomas has no idea. He kisses her buttocks. Licks in between. She makes little noise. He sticks a finger in his mouth and shoves it up her ass. With his other hand he caresses her love cavity. Two fingers go inside. He spits on her ass.
 "Hey Jesus," she shouts. "Did you really just spit?"
 "Yes, it doesn't get wet by itself, you know," he says. And then he softly mumbles: "On the other side nothing is happening either."
 "Are you hard already" she asks?.
"That I am."
 "Well, go on then."
 "Go on!"
 "I told you didn't I."
With his hand he spread her buttocks. She takes a deep breath. He goes inside a little. It feels warm to his penis. Warmer than normal.
"Wait," she hisses.
 "The tip is already in there now," he hisses back.
 She wiggles her bottom. She wiggles her ass like you do when a turd keeps clinging onto your ass.
 Then she gets up. Thomas looks at her. To the belly where his children came from. Her nipples, which have not gotten stiffer from his hands. He knows what she has to say.
"I've been fucking a black guy for the past six months."

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