There are people who think marriage, and married sex, has to be a miserable, boring existence. I suppose for some it can be, but if so they are doing it wrong.
Do I get to live out every fantasy, and indulge in every fetish I desire? No, but then I’m not sure we are supposed to. Also, some of those things we long for late at night sound better on paper (or in film…) than in practice, I know from experience with a few of them.
Even though there are things on my sexual bucket list I will likely never get to cross off, I in no way feel cheated by marriage. In fact, as time has passed, we have crossed things off that list I never would have thought ten to fifteen years ago would ever be even discussed. In some ways, I believe we need to grow into our sexual relationship over time in order to truly enjoy it.
All that being said, I think sometimes we get so focused on the next level we fail to enjoy what’s right in front of us…
Yesterday, we spent the afternoon together after my wife got home from work. We had a great evening, nothing crazy, just good time spent together. We had a few drinks in the evening and ended up in bed. I had a whole sexual script ready in my head for the evening. I planned on pushing some boundaries.
After some foreplay, I began running my hand over her body as I knelt next to her. As I took in the beauty of her body in the glow of the 80’s cable music channel, (because that’s what married almost 50 year olds do) I realized that was all I needed that night. I watched her as her arousal grew and she began to match my movements with my hand. I was literally mesmerized by the movement and beauty of her body. She looked so satisfied with what I was doing I finished her that way. She then expertly retuned the favor. I swear that woman has magic in her fingers.
This month will be thirty one years we’ve been together (dating included), and we’ve been having sex for thirty years. One would think at this point “Hand Job Saturday Night” would be a disappointment. Not so…
Afterwards, she slid over to me and held my arm tightly as she quickly feel asleep, just as content as if we’d had hanging from the chandelier sex. At times, I truly believe my wife is addicted to me… It’s a good feeling knowing you are doing things right.
As I thought about my plans versus what transpired, I thought to myself that the plan paled in comparison to what I just experienced.
I had just experienced “The Good Stuff…” However for tonight, the plan is back on the menu…