Barry Corby Part 2

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Corby continued to laugh long after Carter had gone. He looked out of the office window across the football pitch. The reserves were just finishing off their training with a cross bar challenge, trying to hit the crossbar from the half way line. Jesus they were a Division 2 reserve team, not likely to appear on Sky Sports any time soon. But they were having fun and Corby was all about the fun. He liked to say he’d brought the fun back to Castleton United. At the far end of the ground He could see the cranes and diggers on the site of the new stadium. It would be sad to leave the old place with all the history, but the new ground would be the pride of the town, the best in the division.  Not only a stand but a supermarket complex, a gym, and a conference facility. Castleton United were going places. He watched the workers securing the site for the evening, each of them wearing the Corby Construction logo on the especially designed hard hats in team colours. He’d wanted to call it the Barry Corby Stadium but when Asco came in with an offer to part fund the project in return for stadium naming rights, Barry decided to make do with just a stand named after him. The Barry Corby North Stand had a lovely ring to it. He smoothed down his shirt, picked up his hat and with a small skip in his step, he headed home wondering if Mrs Corby would fancy a bit of Barry Corby loving before the big dinner tonight.

“Daddy’s home,” Barry called out as he shut his front door. There was no reply. He listened to the sound of water running and climbed the stairs.

“Daddy’s home,” he said again.

“In the shower, love,” Lulu yelled.

Barry took that as his cue. He started undoing the buttons on his shirt, sniffed the armpits and then hung it on a coat hanger. He slipped his trousers off and carefully folded them and hung them up too. Finally, he removed his socks and put them in the laundry basket and headed into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded and then watched the shapely body of his wife through the frosted glass of the shower. He let his silk boxers fall to the floor, opened the shower door and stepped inside.

“Ready for some Barry loving, Mrs Corby?” he smiled, rubbing his hands over his own body. “Looks like little Barry is ready for you.” Barry put his hands on his head and wiggled his body. For a forty-five-year-old, he was in pretty good shape even if he did say so himself. He put his arms around Lulu and slid them down her silky, wet skin. “But not so little eh?”  he said, guiding her hand to his penis.

“Not now Barry.” Lulu pulled her hand away and stepped past her husband. She pushed the door open.

Barry Corby didn’t like the word no, and he was hearing it far to often from Lulu these days.  He grabbed his wife by the wrist and pulled her towards him. He tried to kiss her lips but she moved her face.

“Barry you’re flooding the bathroom,” Lulu said.

“Fuck the bathroom,” Barry pulled the shower door shut. Lulu struggled.

“C’mon love, just a bit of a cuddle and see if that gets us in the mood eh?” He still held her wrist but with the other hand tried to massage her breasts.

“Barry, I said no.” Lulu pulled her arm away and pushed the shower door open again. This time he let her go, stepping under the warm water and letting the disappointment wash off him. It’d been a week since they’d last made love, a whole week. Gone were the days when they were at it two or three times a day. They used to be like rabbits, but now they were more like pandas. What was going on?

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