Well we decided this Monday would be different, so we actually invited a third party into our bed. Now that seemed a good idea, and since we had both agreed to do it, it was okay for both of us.
A decision shared is a situation shared, and the consequences would also be both our responsibilities. So this early morning agreement, and the delicious thought of what was to come, rapidly condemed the Monday morning feelings to the bin.
Tamara got out of bed, left the room, and came back with the perfect partner. She asked Marcus if he would turn on the visitor.
We usually find it easier if one of us does the turning on, it kind of allows the other to prepare the bed. (Obviously we have done this type of thing before.)
Actually this morning, we both leaned over and propped up the pillows for each other. It's much nicer, and actually easier if we can rest our backs against a soft and comfortable backrest. Position is absolutely critical - well otherwise we would strain our necks, and that is definitely a turn off - remember we are not as young as we were once.
In the end we actually argued who would do the turning on, so before a row started Marcus gave in and said that if it was easier, Tamara could do it. She leaned over towards him, and as always knew exactly which buttons to press.
There was a whir, a soft rustling, and a burst of sudden music, which we both heard, and then it was party time. We were both smiling and clearly it was going to be fun.
'Where do you want to go first?' we both asked at the same thing at the same time. 'Let's blog,' Marcus suggested. 'Yes, that's one of my favourites,' Tamara replied, as she moved her finger over the mouse pad, and gently clicked.
Marcus and Tamara
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