Betsy looked at her notification. It was Jerry. She started to blush immediately. As she clicked on the note, her heart skipped a beat. He was doing his magic with words again. Her faced reddened with happiness. How could he do this to her so easily after so many years?

Jerry, from his part, did not expect any answer back. He was trying something new. Something rare. Taking some of his improvisation skills to paper and sending notes for Betsy to enjoy. He was pleasantly surprised to get a text. When he opened it, he smiled enough to electrify the entire town.

A Fine Line To Cross

Betsy was a corporate scaling machine. There was not a glass ceiling she was not determined to crush. Racing upward and leaving a trail of men bewildered and salivating. They always were blindsided by her expertise and strength. She took zero prisoners when tested. If one cooperated, she helped best she could.

Her signature move was to kill folks with kindness. Always smile. Always show niceness. And when they fall asleep on you, swiftly overtake. It didn’t hurt that she had insurable legs that made dancers jealous. Didn’t hurt that she was very fit from keeping up with her well-being on a daily basis.

Her husband, Jerry, knew not to cross her path whenever she had a look of conquest on her face. He was nice. He was lovely. He was like most regular husbands. Responsible, loyal, a good catch. An obedient helper. Sure, he liked to drag his feet whenever told what to do, but in the end, he always saw the light. She was the boss in the boardroom and one day, he’d realize it was in his best interest to accept her boss-lady ways in the bedroom as well.

Jerry thought he had won the jackpot when he met Betsy. She was everything every guy wanted. Hot. Sexy. Sassy when necessary. Independent. Faithful. Loyal, but not to a fault. And did he ever appreciate how hot she looked. Always.

The problem was his job. He was on the road all the time. He was constantly having to deal and negotiate. That meant that more than two thirds of the year was spent in a hotel room by himself wishing his lady was with him. That put a bit of strain on building the kind of relationship he needed.

Betsy was the boss of the household only because he was not there to lay down the law. He was not one of those guys who felt that women were beneath him or had to be subservient to him. No. He was one of those guys who felt that teamwork made the dream work. There were some areas of life, however, that needed a guy’s touch. Without it, it was not complete.

While his wife seldom agreed with his assessment, it was always comical how time always proved him right. She never admitted it. He never stressed it. No one would ever believe that he was right compared to her. When she was not looking devastatingly hot, she was that much smarter than her looks. She was brilliant. Highly educated. Highly decorated achiever. Everyone wanted to know what she saw in him to hold her loyalty.

What Jerry lacked in academic smarts, he more than made up in street smarts. The man could read people exceptionally well. Not that Betsy ever acknowledged his abilities. To her, he was just a nice guy. But that was OK. He had his methods and ways to keep other guys from moving in on his lady.

The constant trips were putting a bit of damper on his love life though. That was the one problem he could not seem to handle quickly. Breaking the routine of Betsy’s drive was not easy. She had this very strong-willed drive for success.

When Jerry was home, the few times he was, he would try to initiate romantic overtures with his lady only to be met by the fangs of her driven inner beast. She would easily dismiss is overtures so she could wrap up a report that would ensure her next promotion.

Every time they met up, he was hearing about another promotion or another accolade. When that topic was done, she had a report to write. When that was done, he was asleep because he was tired. The next morning, as they rushed to their respective work places, she was glaring at him for falling asleep on her… leaving her dressed up and frustrated.

Jerry had to take control of this situation. The rut was driving him nuts. Betsy seemed content to carry the torch of a beautiful relationship to all who watched from the outside. She resigned herself to the periodic moments when everything aligned just right and they had heaven on earth level bliss. It was their career choice. It was their life.

Had Jerry been around more, Betsy thought, she would have shown him the growing collection of toys she had. Maybe even teach him how to use them so they could both enjoy some more creative time when they were together. She had longed and dreamed of the day she could secure him to the bed and take from him all that he had to offer. Make him beg for mercy, and then take some more. She wanted to ride him like a skilled cowgirl and tame his inner beast with her inner thighs.

But, Jerry was too busy chasing little dollars for a company that didn’t respect him due to his lack of advance degrees. His money was fine. But it paled in comparison to hers. She just made sure he had no idea by how much, after all, there was no need to hurt his ego at all.

While Betsy kept her ideas of her strength and dominance to herself, Jerry on his part had uncovered some of the toys. They were cute. They were OK. They were mainstream. They were for those who waded in the shallow end of the deep. What he had in mind would totally revolutionize their relationship and bring the heat back to the way it was when they were dating.

There was a very fine line to cross. One where he would have to assert his royalty and remind his queen that he was the king and had her well-being as his top priority. Before that line could be crossed, he’d have to address the matter of her feminist ways. In that lane she drove, men were just pawns to be moved aside. Not that all feminist held that view, but the gals that supported his wife definitely had that view.