So there's this young couple, Louise & Al, they've been married for about a year, and the bride isn't getting enough (any) sex. Just about every night hubby comes home, has a shower, gets changed and goes down the pub. She's getting increasingly rampant and the days go on, but each night she is disappointed. Al comes home every night completely spannered and unfit for any sexual activity.
One particular night when Al gets in from work, Louise is seated provocatively on the sofa, wearing the most skimpy dress she has, suspenders, stockings, and very sexy lace knickers & bra. As is always the case, Al runs upstairs, gets ready and goes down the pub. Once again, Louise is rejected, so she sits back with a bottle of wine to console herself.
Then at 10:15 (well before normal) she hears Al coming up the driveway and opening the front door. Lou re-adopts her sexually provocative pose on the sofa, and to her surprise, Als first words are "right woman, get upstairs - into the bedroom".
"YES!" she says under her breath as she runs upstairs, "This IS the night, I'm gonna get my oats!"
When Lou reaches the bedroom, she removes her outer garments and sits on the edge of the bed in her black lace undies - ready for Al, as he stomps up the stairs. As Al pushes the bedroom door open he says "right, now get your kit off!". Lousie doesn't need telling twice, it's off in a trice.
"Now get over in front of the mirror..", 'kinky' she thinks 'great!', "..and do a handstand..", 'oh god, I've been waiting for this for ages' thinks Lou..
Al walks over to Lou, parts her legs and places his chin in her crotch...
"Perhaps the blokes were right, a beard wouldn't suit me..!"
