Things hadn’t been great between Brad and his wife Angelina recently but today was their anniversary. Brad was determined to make a mends.
‘Don’t worry, honey. I’ll do the washing up,’ he said after they’d finished the pasties he’d picked up from Angelina’s favourite pasty shop.
He had it all planned out. Pasties. Dancing. A fine bottle of Chablis. Just like when they first met on Canvey Island 10 years ago.
‘I’m just going to freshen up,’ yelled Angelina from the stairs. She’d had such a soft, sexy voice back then but it had hardened with age
Other things had softened with age. Like her bottom. Back on the funfare on Canvey, he remembered how pert it had been.
Pert enough, in fact to make him throw caution to the wind and leave his beautiful, lovely, witty first wife. Who also had a nice bott-
Just get on with dishes. Stop thinking about her. It was 10 blimming years ago. Trouble is, seeing her again last week brought it all back
‘Surprise!’ It was Angelina, standing there in her naughtiest lingerie. The pasty and Chablis had worked. He was forgiven for meeting the ex
They hadn’t made love on the settee like this for a long time. It was exciting, intoxicating. ‘Oh Brad’ shouted Angelina with abandon.
‘Oh Jennifer,’ groaned Brad without thinking. Angelina froze. Brad was in the doghouse again. A pasty wouldn't get him out of it this time