There are times when I’m sitting up in the bed at night, pondering over how I got to this point with him. Him being my husband, Michael, of the last 17yrs. He isn’t my first husband and some nights I say to myself he might not be my last. Don’t get me wrong, we have an amazing time together. He is the type of man who will cover me with his jacket when scattered showers take us by surprise, he won’t allow me to pump the gas for myself, especially at night, and he keeps me laughing with all his terrible jokes. Every night however, that’s when I’m left to sit in my bed feeling the loneliest. Sure, he cuddles me until he falls asleep, but that’s the problem, he falls asleep. How do I tell this man that this old lady still wants to be pleasured? I tried rubbing my booty on his flaccid penis, I tried taking his hand and caressing my breast. No, they aren’t perky anymore, yet neither is his penis. I even tried to spice it up and put on a costume that one of the young girls from the sex store suggested for me. Needless to say, it didn’t work.
Then last week Michael said something to me that made me feel mortified. A bit embarrassed.
He said, “Dedra, I know you’ve been trying to get me in the mood to make love to you for the past few months, but I just can’t do it. You are more gorgeous than when I met you 19yrs ago but this old man of yours can’t do what he used to.”
I tried to tell him I don’t mind, but he waved my words away with the flick of his wrist.
“I want you to go out and find you a nice young fella and ask him to fulfill your needs. I won’t be upset, that I can promise you. At the end of the day my old dog ain’t got any more tricks to service that wonderful body of yours.”
Of course, his words upset me. How could they not? Yet and still, the doorbell rings as I fasten the clasp of my kitten heel. On the other side of the door awaits the young fella who has new tricks to teach me.