It was mid December. The Mrs and I had been quarreling almost daily. Nookie was starting to seem like a distant memory. I saw this product on Amazon and thought it seemed like a neat new technology. So, it was with high hopes that I purchased one for myself as an early Christmas gift.
I didn't want my wife to know about the gadget, fearing she'd become angry that I had resorted to high-tech wizardry to re-ignite her passions. Stealthily, I kept it near me at all times... but always out of her view. Each time she left the room, I'd grab the Sex Bell and ring it eagerly. As I understood the device, I reckoned she'd come back in the room randy as a goat. This never happened.
On my first attempt, she had stepped into the kitchen to fix herself a cup of tea. I began clanging the bell with vigor for a solid 3 minutes. Hearing her footsteps returning from the kitchen, I stashed the bell under the seat cushion and reclined in my chair with an expectant, lewd smile on my lips.
"What the devil was all that clanging I heard?" She inquired.
"Clanging?" I echoed in feigned confusion.
"Yes Tim. A bell... and why are you sitting there naked?" she wrinkled her brow and looked at me as if I had gone mad.
Blimey! Why had I binned the bloody instructions for this infernal device? It seemed I must have used it incorrectly.
Subsequent attempts went much like the one described above. Always ending with her entering the room inquiring about the mysterious sound of bells... finding me naked and edgy... and her becoming increasingly annoyed, suspicious and alarmed.
She eventually left me. In the end she had become convinced that at best I was bonkers, at worst I was shagging some well concealed, bell wearing, dairy cow every time she left the room. (This despite the fact that I'm an American... not Welsh!)