Life was very routine for Kate, she thrived on routine. Growing up she had lived a structured, fairly joyless existence. She played as a young child but it too was somewhat structured and always educational in nature.<br/><br/>Always neat, always proper, Kate's mother had raised her the same. In some ways, Kate was fairly old fashioned. She liked to have dinner on the table when Phillup got home and a healthy breakfast. She could be a 50's housewife but she also enjoyed her job.<br/><br/>Kate had been a receptionist at a small PR firm for the past three years. It fit into her routine perfectly. The job itself being very routine oriented as well. Her desk was always neat and orderly, her typing and phone etiquette superb. She kept the coffee in the break room fresh throughout the day. Ate a bagged lunch in said break room and was the picture of soft spoken politeness to visitors. Kate was also able to anticipate what her bosses would need with great skill. She never aspired to much more, happy with where things were in her career.<br/><br/>When she met Phillup he had charmed her from the start with his gentlemanly manners and handsomeness. His smile and the way he looked at her had won Kate from the beginning. He had been very respectful of her boundaries, especially sexually.  Kate was not a virgin when she met Phillup but had only been with two other men. There was sometimes guilt that played on her mind when she considered how much she wished Phillup had been her first. This guilt is part of her problem. Kate feels guilt for some of the desires she's felt at various times in her adult life. The first time she truly played with herself was shameful to recall. The bit of exploration in her early twenties had led to much remorse once she'd realized Phillup was the man she wished to marry.<br/><br/>With Kate's upbringing and ongoing sexual guilt, orgasm was sometimes difficult to achieve. Kate knew she was repressed. She even felt guilt about that. But she had her lovely Phillup who never pushed her to anything she felt uncomfortable with. But perhaps that was part of the problem they seemed to now be avoiding. It was not that Kate never felt aroused or attracted to her husband, she did, quite regularly, but was at a loss how to proceed. They were both growing more despondent as time passed.<br/><br/>Breakfast that particular morning was typical. Kate was dressed in a slim fitting dark skirt and sheer stockings. Her sweater buttoned up the front and showed very little skin. But her shape was accented by the snug fit of the skirt and button up knit top. Full, high breasts over a slim waist and softly rounding hips. She was classic in dress and decorum. She had small flats on her feet and her thick, wavy blonde hair was styled in a vintage set around her face.<br/><br/>Yogurt, Honey and oat bread, toasted lightly with peanut butter and a glass of orange juice was Kate's breakfast as she read on her tablet. Coffee, cereal with blueberries for Phillup. He read on his phone, checking his email no doubt. It never really occurred to Kate to ask. She became aware of the way Phillup was sitting and looked up to find him staring at her. His handsome smile made her smile in return. "Thank you darling. You are very sweet to say."  She replied in her soft voice. A flash of heat in her fair cheeks but what really made Kate blush was the flash that he may propose they have sex that evening. Guilt made her blush. To be almost dreading the question was so wrong. How could she change this in herself? Just letting go was difficult. Status quo was easier.<br/><br/>Her head came up again as he spoke more. This was different and Kate was attentive but ready to return to her book. "Oh um. You think Simon could help? Phillup, I don't see how Simon could help... "  She began, unsure about how to discuss what they needed help with.<br/><br/>"Phillup, I'm not sure I could talk to you about it, let along Simon." Maybe they weren't even talking about the same thing. "I don't know that we need help." Guilt, heavy and cloying. Kate lowered her eyes as colour flushed her cheeks more so than ever. "I know we need something. I love you so much. You've... well you're so good to me."  She wasn't sure what else to say and was quite unsure she wanted to talk to Simon as well. She knew he was a great friend to Phillup but she did not know much else about him.<br/><br/>"If you feel we would benefit, I will go to a lunch and see what Simon has to say that might help us. I'm a bit concerned you spoke of our<em>issues</em>with Simon but I know you would only do that if it was very important to you. When were you thinking?" She asked, her face still uncertain.