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J K Hanson
RHM Foods
Booth Lane
Middlewich
Cheshire
CW10 0HD
Dear J K Hanson
Since writing to you on 25th April something quite remarkable has happened.
It's rather personal, so I would appreciate it if you would keep it to yourself.
The thing is, the day after writing to you my wife and I made love, it being
Saturday, after Match of the Day. My wife, although appreciative, has up to now
always been a silent lover, but her beauty more than makes up for her lack of
vocal enthusiasm. However on this occasion, and but a few seconds into the act,
she emitted a quite loud and appreciative 'Aaaaaah.' This of course pleased me
immensely. My joy was short-lived however, because almost immediately afterwards
she followed the 'Aaaaaah' with a cry of 'Bisto!'
What had apparently happened was that she had caught a whiff of my
Bisto-impregnated underpants. Initially I was a little put out to
say the least, what with my efforts at love-making coming second in
the appreciation stakes to a jar of gravy granules, but we carried
on and it turned out to be the most satisfying bout of sex we have
had in our entire married life.
Since then I have worn Bisto-flavoured underpants to bed every night,
and our sex life has been utterly transformed. Rather than try to
remove the smell of Bisto from my underpants I now ensure that they
are always given a good soaking in 'Bisto water' prior to being
washed. (Despite what you say in your letter about normal domestic
washing soap removing the smell, it does tend to linger)
Why the smell of Bisto turns my wife on I neither know nor care.
Maybe it is the 'animal' smell of it. I would be interested
to know if you have ever come across this sort of thing before,
as I am considering using it as the subject of a speech I will
soon be giving to the New Mills Young Mothers Group.
Yours faithfully 
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