Bringing the Old Magic Back

Once.

That's how many times you've had sex with Susannah in the last year. On your fucking birthday. Like it was a treat for you and a sacrifice your partner, who was willing to put herself through the inconvenience of being shagged by you only because it was your special day.

It hadn't always been like this. The two of you once had a wild and passionate sex life and were rarely out of each others beds before you moved in together, but those days had become a distant, wistful memory by now. Perhaps you met too early in life? You were best friends while you were classmates at school, started dating at fifteen, eventually lost your virginity together and have been a couple ever since.

It isn't like you are in a bad relationship. For from it, in fact. You genuinely love Susannah and are certain she feels the same way about you. The two of you get on very well most of the time with arguments never becoming serious and most of your friends considering the two of you to be about as happy a couple as anyone could hope to find. The only issue is sex, but it's a big one. For you at least.

You've watched enough stand up comedy to realise it is perfectly normal for a couple's love life to gradually fade into the background the longer they are together, but you are pretty sure it wasn't supposed to suddenly drop off a cliff they way yours did. There was a time when you could barely get enough of exploring each other's bodies and looking for new ways to spice up a sex life that was already more than healthy. Then you moved in together and it quickly segued into an unofficial three nights a week deal, two of those usually coming at the weekend. It sort of made sense. You were both busy with work and getting your careers off the ground. The commute and long hours were tiring enough that you didn't have the energy for much else. By that point the sex that did happen was ninety per cent missionary and one hundred per cent in the bedroom - the days of fucking in the kitchen because it felt sexy or the men's bathroom in a restaurant because you just couldn't wait until you got home were long gone.

And yet, as more time passed, you found yourself looking back at even that sorry period of your sex life with a sense of fond nostalgia as it quickly dwindled to next to nothing. There were more important things for Susannah to do of an evening, like watching television or the ironing. You have never been great at dealing with rejection, especially from your own fucking girlfriend, so after a while you stopped pushing for sex. Maybe Susannah wrongly interpreted that as you having lost interest too? On balance, a relationship with love but no sex seemed preferable to the reverse situation, so you tried to count your blessings about what you did have, but the whole situation exacerbated certain resentments that had been bubbling under your surface for years.

It had always been a source of major regret to you that, the way things have worked out, you never had the chance to sleep with anyone other than Susannah. Having been in a monogamous relationship with your current partner ever since you have been sexually active, there was never an opportunity. You love her too much to have an affair or end the relationship, and she is not the type to even consider a threesome, so that is basically all of your options exhausted right there.

It didn't used to seem like such a bad deal. Susannah had always been out of your league under any normal circumstances, the kind of girl you could never have got if you hadn't formed a strong emotional bond with her before anyone else got the chance to. That gap had only widened over the years as she has always looked after herself a lot better than you do. Perhaps the extra weight you've put on and your slightly receding hair line have contributed to her not wanting to sleep with you any more. Either way, the net result is the same - you can't fuck anyone.

To make matters worse, Susannah strongly disapproves of porn, which she thinks is exploitative, and you don't dare let her catch you with any. So, outside of your birthday, your sex life currently consists of the occasional wank while you are locked in the bathroom and doing some Incognito mode browsing on your phone. It is truly pathetic. Even the biggest, most repulsive loser on the planet could get his dick wet inside a hooker.

It looks like Susannah wants sex with you now though. Or, at least, is grudgingly prepared to indulge you in it.

This isn't going to feel that great if the woman you love is just going through the motions because you tricked her into having to fuck you using magic. You wish she would be more enthusiastic about this, maybe even hot for it.

Fuck, your ring just bleeped. Did that get counted as a wish? You didn't even say anything.

It looks like it did.

Suddenly Susannah seems a lot more excited about what you are about to do to her than she did a moment ago. You'd literally forgotten what she looked like when she was horny.

You're going to have to be careful about accidental wishes in future. If you can make one just by thinking it that seems like a series of horny accidents waiting to happen. Sometimes it feels like your mind has a mind of its own, particularly when your dick also gets involved in the decision making process.

On this occasion, you really can't see the harm in what just happened. Making your own girlfriend like fucking you almost seems benevolent. You bet any relationship counsellor worth their salt would advise it if they knew magical wishing was on the table.

"It's been the longest time since I've had your dick in me, Rory" she informs you, like that could in any way be new information to your ears "You need to make up for lost time. So what are you going to do about it?"

An idea immediately springs to mind. It seems crazy, but with the way today has gone so far, you feel like Susannah just might go for it.

"How about we take this to the kitchen?"

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You have a naked Susannah bent over the dinner table as you take her from behind, and it sounds like she is loving the feeling of your unprotected cock sliding back and forth between her moistened pussy lips. It's been such a long time since you've fucked your girl in a way that she has demonstrably enjoyed that you had forgotten how important her satisfaction is to your satisfaction. In the past few years her role in your love making sessions could have just as adequately been carried out by a blow up doll, if one could be programmed to clean up afterwards.

On that subject, it is amazing how unperturbed Susannah seems to be by the mess you are both making in what she very much views as her kitchen. You are such a great guy that you will probably make a cursory effort to help her get it back into good shape after this so she can prepare the steak dinner you are already looking forward to.

As you give your partner's arse the kind of playful slap you definitely wouldn't have got away with any time in the last five years, another thought enters your head. She hasn't commented on your weird ring with the digital number on it once. Is that part of the deal with it, that nobody else can even notice you have it? You really shouldn't have discarded those instructions so casually. You've often regretted tossing away the ones that came with the microwave.

You still have a great feeling about this ring though. It has already given you a healthy bank balance, the car of your dreams and, perhaps most impressively of all, revived your sex life from the dead. Once you really get the hang of how to use it properly, it feels like the world will be your oyster.