After ten years of marriage, we had come to a point where our sex life had become all but non-existant. Don't get me wrong, Susan is fucking hot. I wo...uld hit that three times a day of I could.She blames me, but I don't see it. She says I try to hard to fuck her and that turns her off. But I went six months without trying last year....subject never came up. Its like Susan just doesn't have a sex drive.A few weeks ago I got spam email for something called the 'Splitter'. Normally I would have. But then he seldom said anything to anybody and refused to even nod hello to the reporters that covered the team for the Post and the Times, Washington's daily newspapers. He generally walked around wearing fancy earphones and a mean look.I was in the Richmond Braves' sunny outfield shagging flies when Buzzy Harder whistled shrilly and waved me in. He stood near the batting cage looking morose. "How you doing?" he asked when I approached him with sweat dripping off my nose."I'm all right," I. The more we talked, the more we laughed and soon I knew more about her than I could in any other way. We shared many secrets over that dinner, and she told me some things that would come in useful for later.“I love to be used and abused, I want you to be as rough as you want with me, I'm not scared of sex, I enjoy it.”I laughed and kept it in the back of my head.By the end of our meal, we were well warmed up with sex talk and flirting that I just wanted to fuck the shit out of her already. She. Pulling her close, I feel a need to express my awe, "That was incredible. You were incredible." Yes, it was beyond incredible," she responds, pushing back into me.We lay for some time, silent and satisfied. "I've been wanting that to happen since we first met but it is far better than I ever imagined," Cindy softly says as she turns and rolls into my arms. My face betrays some uncertainty as I respond, "But you were often angry and confrontational when we spoke. I didn't know what that meant.