This year started like so many before it. Sexless. Another typical night. My wife refused my advances, turned around and fell asleep. I really don’t know why I bother. I am very lucky to get sex maybe once or twice a month in the first week after her period has subsided. Then she’s horny as fuck, but the rest of the month?

Nothing. Not even a “I’m a bit horny so let’s watch some porn and masturbate together”. Nothing. I rub her back, I kiss her shoulders, I try everything to get her warmed up, but she’s like a stubborn diesel engine. There’s nothing if she does not feel like it.

Hi, I’m Larry. I was born in a little town in the Deep South of South Africa, in the Karoo. I grew up on a farm, but very early in my life realised that I had to get away from the farm. After school, I moved to the city and studied Film and television. After a very successful run at being a Television Floor manager and also feature film production manager (The South African film industry is very small), I finally took up a permanent position at one of the local television stations as programming manager for a local language channel.

That is where I met Abigail. We dated for a year before I popped the question on her 24th birthday. We got married six months later. It was amazing. After the birth of our son, I realised that Abby did not feel about me the way I felt about her. After a huge screaming match, she made it very clear that she married me to get away from her shitty little job as a production secretary and that now that James was born, she was happy and content, and that I should be happy that we still had sex, even if it was less than once in a blue moon.

In the beginning, she would allow me to scratch her back, then allow my hands to wander and then she’d say something like “find us a video”, to which I would scramble to get to my tablet, open a porn site and then find a video that we both could jack off to together. Sometimes it would lead to something more, but most of the time it just stayed with me jacking off into a tube sock.

This has been going on for the last three years of my life, but I have been getting by through sheer grit and determination, and the occasional jerkoff session when I am alone.

Here’s the problem: Lately my eyes have started to wander. I have started looking at other women in a more sexual way. Thinking of ways to seduce and maybe even fuck them, but I am by nature a shy man, so I just let it stay with fantasies.

Then I met Sharon. She’s beautiful. Not in the glamour model/ fashionista way, but in a classic way. A bit plump, but there where it matters. Beautiful bust line, swaying hips, full lips and an aroma to die for. The first day we met, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. And it seemed like her cleavage showed more and more every time I looked up from my desk.

The boss, showed her in, and in a matter-of-fact tone, told us that we would be working together and sharing the same office in the back of the building. The first couple of days were easy. I just stayed out of her way, but after a week of trying to dodge this way and that, we had to have a meeting with one of the producers and this meant being on close proximity.

I realised that she knew how I felt on Friday morning when she stopped me in front or our office door as I was on the way out, and she was on the way in.