Then… things changed

Mr Edward, best of his recall ability, had tried something brand new. He had read somewhere that a super sheer and super silky piece of nylon used to massage the walls of his lady’s softness would add extra joy to their play. Being the curious creative type, Mr Edward used a nylon covered vibe to test his theory.

In hind sight, that week of testing happened to correspond with the week that Andrew was conceived. While the couple didn’t know that at the time, Mr Edward concluded the test went well.

Mrs Edward started to change. The heels got shelved away. The sexy play stopped. Mr Edward never got to test out his spreader bar. Things got staunchly and severely clamped down.

The shop was closed. Sex became something that happened only to keep Mr Edward from growing too anxious and backed up. Any time his attention seemed to fade and shift towards work or a woman started to work on his attention, Mrs Edward would straddle her husband and thrill him with salvos of strong vaginal squeezes that milked every ounce of joy out of Mr Edward.

After the birth of their first, things slowly got back to normal. However, the heels were lowered in height. This was partially due to the change in fashion. Mr Edward did not understand why the change in street fashion had to be matched in the bedroom.

By the time their second child came, heels were barely showing up in the bedroom at all. The crazy sexy shoe play was a thing of the past. The hiked up skirt never showed up again. To make matters worse, Mrs Edward stopped driving for her husband’s visual pleasure.

By the time their last child was born, Mr Edward knew he had lost the spark his marriage once had. No matter how hard he tried to rekindle things, Mrs Edward kept her position strong. She was a mother first and foremost. Not a sexy toy. And barely a wife. Motherhood was her primary focused. She was going to raise the perfect children no matter what it took.

The last straw came the day Andrew ran into Ms Rose… while she was wearing pink heels. Mrs Edward removed all her remaining bedroom heels after that incident. Mr Edward never understood what had happened. It would haunt him for years. Worse, his son had started to shut down and pull inward. Nothing they did could stop this once very outgoing child from pulling back into himself.

Pink from a fantasy

Mr Edward would have to figure out why his wife had insisted all the dates avoid wearing anything pink with Andrew. There was this one shawl that Mrs Edward had kept from the early days of her relationship with Mr Edward. That shawl had come back out. On one very tip edge of that shawl was a stitching in the shape of a heel. A pink heel.

Mr Edward never knew when that etching had been sown in. It clearly was not there when they were having their amazing sex lives. Now, seeing the pink heel, Mr Edward squirmed a bit uneasily. There was a connection there that he was missing. That connection was far deeper than the fact he was no longer having much sex, let alone adventurous kinky play. This link probably had something to do with why Mrs Edward was extremely hard on Andrew and excessively protective of him.

With a sigh, Mr Edward flipped through his very private photo collection on his phone. These were the photos and videos of their once amazing sex life. How Mr Edward wished those days would return. But first, there was the matter of sorting out what had happened to Andrew years ago at the hands of Mrs Edward.

a sampling of this private photo collection modelled for you on the last page of this post