The sound of the shower woke me.
Jane had to open the Medical Centre before nine each Sunday so she was usually the earlier riser. I dragged myself out of bed and used our ensuite. I dressed for the bottle shop; upmarket sandals, nice shorts and the Bottle Shop uniform T Shirt. I had to be there by noon.
Downstairs Jane was sitting in front of a plate of bacon and eggs. There was another plate on the breakfast bench. I sat and poured two coffees. To a casual observer everything would have appeared normal. My mind was racing, we were on the verge of a new era of sexual expression, but, we needed to work out some ground rules, set some limits. What did Jane want?
As I dipped some toast into my egg, Jane took a breath and looked toward me.
"Bob, remember the fantasies we talked about, the group sex and the threesomes?"
I nodded.
"Do you want to make them reality?"
"I don't want to stuff up what we have. We're just having a couple of year's holiday down here? I think we could do the group sex stuff here, then.........yes, I want to fuck around, a little, for a while." I was speaking truthfully.
"I do too, but how? You can't 'fuck around' a little. We either do it or we don't. When we return to Sydney...,we become, er, monogamous again? Do you think that could work?"
"We could try it here, now. Put a time limit on it, or just do it once, and see what it feels like."
"Bob, please don't be upset. I have tried it. It felt great. Until now."
"It's Ok Jane, I know you were as wild as me before we met......."
"No. I mean NOW. I haven't told you anything."
I tried to seem calm as I spread the butter on another slice of toast. The knife plunged straight to the bottom of the tub, piercing it. I put it down before I hurt myself.