A Brief History

I'd been with David for five years, after so long and my continuing disinterest, our relationship was now based on my sympathy for him, his need for me and not wanting to discard the 5 years that we had spent together. I did care for and love David, I knew that he could be very sweet and would be there after a long day at work for me. He would cook me meals for me, but hold against me later. He would smile at me, and play the cheeky chappy in front of friends, but scowl at me when their backs were turned.
We once had a very healthy sex life, a well advertised one at that - David's sister once raided the drawers in his bedroom and found our various implements, and proceeded to tell our whole shared friend group, which consisted of the whole of the small town that we lived in. I didn't mind that though, I got off on the fact that peple knew I was a kinky bitch.
Now though, the sex was dire. I did not want it and used every excuse under the sun to avoid it. Headaches, periods, tiredness. . . I knew when he was going to try his luck so I would get my excuses in early, so it didn't seem too obvious. But it was obvious, and he would shout and sulk for days. When I felt I couldn't say no any longer without David going off on one, I would let him have sex with me from behind so I didn't have to pretend I was enjoying it. I couldn't have been good for him, it certainly wasn't for me, I was dry as hell. If I couldn't stomach that, I would just give him a blow job, which I know is really a more intimate thing to do, but I felt that I could disconnect. I also knew my technique was pretty special, so I could get him off pretty quick.
I had been accused of cheating one too many times. At this time I was completely innocent, but I had cracked and I saw my first opportunity, in my boss - of all people!