The Unbearable Game

After three years of marriage, I suddenly began to realize that my wife might have a low libido.

One evening, my older neighbor, who was sympathetic, kindly invited me over. That night, I stumbled upon his wife in the middle of a passionate entanglement with another man through a crack in the door.

The next day, my neighbor said to me, "Hey, Cyril, you know, Heather has always liked you."

All I wanted to do upon returning from my business trip was to head home instead of attending the celebration dinner. When my colleagues knew about this, they all teased me, saying that "absence makes the heart grow fonder."

I did not mind their teasing, though. If they had a stunning wife like mine, I knew they probably would not even get out of bed.

My wife, Leanne, was my first love and also my college classmate. Her beauty was striking, both cool and enchanting. With curves in all the right places, she was a truly devilish figure. She was the goddess of our school back then. I went to great lengths to win her over. In the three years I spent trying, I was practically the definition of a "persistent admirer" who finally got everything he wanted.

The day I got home, I gave her the gift I had just bought. "Honey, open it up and take a look."

Her beautiful face softened just a bit as she opened the gift box to find a delicate, cream-colored purse inside.

A joyful smile appeared on her face as she suddenly hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "I've wanted this bag for so long. Thank you, darling."

I spent thousands just to get that smile from her, but it was totally worth it.

After two weeks apart, I missed her so much that, honestly, I had been feeling a little restless since I got back. The way she hugged me made me press right up against her, and I was pretty sure she felt it, too.

An intimacy hovered between us, so I slid my arm around her waist while the other found its way to her chest.

Just as I was about to kiss her, she suddenly turned her head away. "Honey, hasn't it been less than a month? You just got back, you must be tired. How about you rest a bit first?"

Although my wife is incredibly beautiful, she is also very traditional. She made me agree to three rules for our wedding: we could only be intimate once a month, only at night, and with the lights off. Not even anniversaries or Valentine's Day were exceptions.

In every way, she is perfect. I love her deeply and respect her. How could I not agree to just this small request?

So, if I ever felt the need, I would just watch a short film and handled things myself. I do not usually travel much for work, so even though we cannot go all the way every