So I Spoke to my Wife about Sex
So last night I spoke to my wife about sex. We haven’t had a lot of sex in the past few years, owing to kids, work and in 2012 we lost a son and that really horked up things. But last week we had sex twice, which is about the same frequency we used to have it, and we were cuddling last night and I pillow talked her about last week and whether I kept her cup filled.
She said, Yeah, now you do. But for a while you didn’t. I like the flowers and notes and such.
The sex dwindled after we lost our son, and she pulled away physically and emotionally. I thought things might just snap back, but about a year ago, I decided to put forth extra effort on the small things. I began writing notes on her bathroom mirror, leaving little surprises around the house, really taking care of things like dishes and laundry, and keeping up with my honey-do list around the house. I had withdrawn on that side as well.
She said the small things were making a big difference, and over the last few months she has gradually been coming back to me, letting me hug her, maybe kiss her and hold her at night and such (but no sex). It’s a turtle over the mountain, but it’s progress, right.
Anyway, after we discussed the emotional stuff, I asked her about the sex. Do I do what you want when we have sex?
At this point she laughed. No, she said.
Wait. What?
What do you mean by no? I said.
I mean, everything’s fine, but you are sort of A.D.D. with it. Just about the time I get into it, you switch positions. You’ll switch from one side of my neck to the other, or grab my boob, or drag me to the side of the bed or try to touch me or something. Just pick a position and stick to it. Nibble one side of my neck. Keep your hands in one place. I don’t even care about the position, just don’t change it. Let me settle into one and enjoy it.
She humbled me, but I can live with that. Pick it and stick it. I can do that. Check and check, if it gets me more sex and keeps my lady happy.
After that we spooned until the toddler stuck his head over the foot of the bed and wanted to crawl in with Mommy and Daddy. He has a cot at the foot of our bed during warmer seasons. So I put him down there, tucked him into his little sleeping bag and gave him his giant stuffed elephant to cuddle.
Then I crawled back into bed with the wife, nibbled her a little, and she let me, which is progress, folks, progress.
Now, you’ll all notice there was absolutely no talk about my damn penis size.
- Saul