Marriage lost its spark?A threesome is the answer

In fact, hubby and I are positively gagging to get into the bedroom at night!

Our boudoir activities are so action-packed and exciting that they leave me hollow eyed and exhausted the next day!

In fact, I think at some point we are going to have to practice abstinence so that we can recharge our batteries. I doubt we can keep going at this pace!

After almost 11 years of marriage and knowing each other for over three decades, our relationship felt a bit tired.

Personally, I’ve always held television responsible for the widening chasm between. I’m sure I’m not alone in feeling this way.

We seemed to spend less and less time together. Like many couples we found ourselves frequently in separate rooms watching different TV programmes. He is a sport addict and I’m into reality programmes and soaps.

When it came to bedtime, well, I can’t actually remember the last time we went to bed together at the same time since before our son was born!

Now we rush upstairs, pull the blinds, dive beneath the duvet and get set for an all-night threesome.

It all started quite innocently on a day out. We were walking pass a little bookshop and being a rampant bibliophile I trailed hubby inside. As we perused the books and DVDs my eyes fell on a box set featuring actress Glenn Close. It seemed to call to me. It was an American legal thriller television series called Damages.

Season One and Season Two were both for sale at a ridiculously cheap price. We bought them and had no idea the impact it was to have on our marriage.

We have now been led into the dark world of addiction and bingeing.

The first night my husband suggested watching the box set as I was on my way to bed.

I’m rarely awake after 10pm at night and I hated the thought of losing sleep, though I liked the idea of watching something with him that didn’t involve sport.

I agreed but suggested we watched it in bed for no other reason than I thought I would nod off and he could continue watching. How wrong was I! As the credits rolled after the first episode we looked at each other greedily;

‘‘Just one more?’’ hubby tentatively asked.

‘‘Oh go on then!’’ I egged him on and we began another session. After that we had another, we simply couldn’t stop ourselves. We did it four times in one night but I was so exhausted the next day I had to put some limitations on our viewing. No more than two episodes on a school night, I warned! He agreed, but we watched three the next evening despite our attempt at cutting back.

We reached the end of Season One which caused us a startling feeling of loss, but we are now bedding into Season Two.

I was so excited when I discovered there are another three seasons of Damages available!

‘‘That’s hours more TV!’’ my husband sighed almost dreamily.

We’ve now gone from being box set virgins to box set harlots and are brazenly soliciting others into the delights of entering into the joys the intoxicating parallel universe of the box set provides.

It is just as Idris Elba describes in that television advert where he explains the four stages of box sets.

The first stage is that urge to watch just one more episode, the second stage is the preaching to others about it (as I am now!) the third is the void when it’s over and the fourth stage is starting all over again with another set.

This shared love of the box set has created a new intimacy between hubby and me.

We are together in bed at the same time and have animated debates and discussions of what’s happening plot wise. It’s refreshing to have a conversation that doesn’t involve our son’s activities, our milk situation or bin night.

Of course I don’t know how long this intimacy-enhancing box set phenomena can last. It is rather tiring but frankly, the exhaustion is worth the exhilaration and excitement that occurs in our bedroom into the wee small hours.

If your relationship is stale forget Ann Summer or Fifty Shades, get a box set and watch it together, it’s a bonding experience!