My wife and I are in our 60’s and have been married for over 40 years. Our sex life has never been what you might call exciting, but it has been satisfying, at least for the first 30 years or so. Over the last decade, what spice there was, has gone out and sex has become something that my wife feels like is another chore on her list of things to do.

She has her regular routine of household chores, from laundry to dusting and vacuuming and some outside work in her flowerbed and other landscape areas. All of these chores have a sort of regular schedule. Sex has become one of those things, something that she feels needs to take place once every so often to keep me from being “grumpy”.

She says that she judges the timing based on my actions. I have given up on trying to initiate sex when we go to bed or any other time during the day for that matter, but if she feels like I am patting her butt or giving a little bit longer hugs, or wanting to kiss a bit more than regular, than it is time to have sex. It has nothing to do with her being in the mood because that just does not happen on its own.

The only times that she is really in the mood is actually during our sexual play, and that is not a guaranteed thing. It may happen, or it may not. Her mind does not always reflect what her body is telling me either. There are times when she is very wet and her nipples hard, and she is enjoying me sucking on her tits, but then her mind just sort of shuts things down.

At that point it is the same routine, I finish by hand with her providing whatever assistance she feels like. Sometimes that is very active participation, playing with my balls and even sucking on my nipples as I jackoff. Sometimes she even slips a finger in my butt, which she knows I like, however she only does it from time to time. The end result is the same, with me stroking my hard cock until I cum.

My 50 year high school reunion was coming up (she graduated two years behind me from the same school), and we started to go through some old pictures and scrap books to take to the reunion. As we were going through things, many old memories came up. We talked about our dating years more than we had for a very long time.

Many times in the past 10 to 20 years when I would bring up things about those times she would have very short comments and change the subject. It was different this time, she was actively involved in reminiscing. We had lots of fun during our high school years. I knew when we first started dating that she was the girl I wanted to marry but it took some time for her tom come around to that same feeling.

Part of that hesitancy was simply her age, she was just a freshman in high school when we started dating and I was a junior. She had led a kind of sheltered life up to that point, being the oldest child of five, she did not have anyone older to sort of show her the ropes. Her parents hardly talked, and thus she had no knowledge of what to expect from anything as she matured.

Now, she was not totally naïve because she knew how to flirt and she knew she was attractive, based on the number of boys that liked her and wanted to be around her, that was obvious. There must have been about five or six of the dozen or so boys in her class that liked her, as well a some in the grade between her and I, as well as a couple of other boys in my class. She and I had made a connection a couple of times long before we started dating, images that have stuck in our minds ever since, so our coming together at some point was not really a surprise.

I had dated some other girls, one or two that I was more serious about, but none that I had the feeling that she was the one. One of those happened to also be in the same friend group as my future wife and when she felt I was moving a little too fast on the sexual contact, she broke up with me.

I know that she still liked me a lot and I liked her, but she was just afraid that things might get out of hand and she could not handle it. She actually sent another person to tell me that she was breaking up with me, and ironically that other person was my future wife. As I mentioned, we had a couple of those connection points in the past, and so when she talked to me after school one day, telling me that the other girl wanted to break up with me, I was not all that upset.

I started to realize that the messenger was actually the person I was meant to be with. I was kind of shy by nature and even more so when it came to talking with very pretty girls, and my future wife was one of the prettiest girls in our entire school. What I am saying is that it took some time for me to actually ask her out or even try to be alone with her to talk, we were always in her friend group.

She flirted with me as she did with other boys, so I knew at least she was not put off by me. However, it still took some time. Between the breakup with my last girlfriend and when we finally got together, it was over three months. When we did get together, I was 100% certain she was the girl. We had been dating less than 60 days when I told her that I was in love with her. It was another seven months before she told me that she loved me.

We have talked about those days before and I knew that part of the reason she took so long to come around was that there was one other boy that she had feelings for. He was in her class, and they had been sort of a couple through junior high school, but he never seemed to be all in. He was always playing the field, flirting with other girls, etc.

I am certain it was his hesitancy to commit that opened the door for me to build my relationship with her, especially in those early months. Even as we dated and were becoming closer and closer, she had this feeling about him in the back of her mind. It was approximately six or seven months after we started dating that she told her next younger sister that she felt like she liked me more than the other boy.

Even though she had made that statement, I knew there were still feelings there. I would see how she talked to him and find out about times that the two of them were flirting. Nothing ever really happened due to his lack of commitment, at least not yet.

We continued to date and my attraction to her only increased and my desire to marry her got stronger every day. Even while I was still a senior and she was late in her sophomore year, we actually started talking about marriage. Over the next several months we had a few more of those conversations, but then in the fall I went away to school (only about two hours away, but it meant living there and not commuting.)

In one of our last conversations before I moved to the city, I told her that I loved her, yet was also concerned about what might happen with me being away. She did not understand my concern at first, but then I specifically said that with me away, not seeing her everyday at school, the other boys would increase their efforts in trying to date her. I said that one boy in particular would see this as his opportunity to “hustle” her as I called it then.

She said I nothing to worry about because she loved me. She was very sad the day I moved into my apartment in the city. She had gone with me in my car and my parents brought more of my stuff in another car, and they all helped me get set-up in my apartment (which I shared with three other guys.) When it came time for her to leave, she was going to ride back home with my parents, and she did not want to leave. It was difficult to say goodbye.

Of course, my parents probably thought it was rather over the top since I would be home every weekend to see her. I guess they had kind of forgotten about their dating years! They were correct in that I was planning to come home every single weekend.

It did not take long before I realized that I needed a job. My parents were paying tuition and such for school, but I had to pay my rent and buy food, gas, etc. My savings were starting to get depleted rather quickly and so I searched for a job. One stumbling block was that I would not be available to work on the weekends, which limited the jobs I could get.

I finally found a job that I worked afternoons Monday through Friday. I was done on Fridays at 5:00 PM and would drive the two hours back home, directly from work. Generally, I would drive straight to my girlfriend’s house, without even stopping at my parents.

Those weekends were generally the same, I would drive home, we would go out on Saturday night, usually to a movie and to The Pizza Hut, then go parking. Not seeing each other during the week meant we had to put all of our affection into the weekends and parking was a big part of that.

However, after several weekends the realization that I was not made of money started to hit.