Dinner on the River

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Our lives are quite different living on the river as opposed to the house in town. In town I had become somewhat isolated. Tom was the only person with whom I spent a great deal of time. Here on the river there are wonderful people everywhere – Kate and Andrew next door, their wonderful children and their friends and of course Sue and Steve. There are others in the neighborhood who have become friends also so I am delighted with where we are. I know Tom is happy we are here too but on rare occasions I think he misses being the only person around.



Now Tom certainly never has to fight for my attention. I would still rather be with him than anyone else on the planet by far but when he is working I am more likely to seek out others than just sitting and waiting on him.

Tom works Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and when he gets home on Wednesdays night Tom seems to especially want to spend some alone time with me. He has created a special time for us on Wednesday evening. He packs us a picnic and we have dinner on the river. Although he did it politely he made it clear to everyone around that we neither need nor desire company on these evenings.

He does make one exception, probably because he harbors the hope and illusion that her manners and her willingness to obey will someday rub off on me. I am afraid he will be disappointed but I enjoy Willow joining us anyway.




So with bread and cheese, fruit and a bottle of wine – as well as a few dog biscuits – we head out on the boat for a late supper. We have a favorite little spot on the river where we love to watch the sunset from the boat. To me these evening are heaven. It originated as Tom’s idea but it’s just what I always want – Tom all to myself. I love talking to Tom, I love that he listens to me. That was one of the first things that attracted me to Tom.

On the boat I snuggle back against him and tell him about my day and hear about his. There is also definitely some kissing going on but at Tom’s insistence all activities on the boat are G-rated.



When we come home after our evening on the river we continue to avoid friends and leave the television off. It’s just us. If the air has grown cool out on the river Tom draws me a warm bath – I love when Tom baths me. I feel petted, pampered and somehow owned. As I get out Tom wraps me in a huge towel I feel as if I could drift off to sleep without ever even opening my eyes from the tub to the bed.

However this is rarely what Tom has in mind. Now I can think of a variety of ways for a loving husband to awaken a dear wife – Tom, as you might imagine, has his own favorite. One second I am drowsy and comfortable the next minute I am bottoms up at the receiving end of a stinging good girl! But of course this is rarely unexpected as Tom does know how to wake up every part of my anatomy. Sigh… I do love our Wednesday evening. The boat ride might be G-rated, but back in the bedroom – well let’s just say you must be over 60 to be admitted!