How to Keep (or Increase) the Spice in a Long-term Relationship
"What part of another male's anatomy do you find most sexually attractive, and why?" I innocently ask my husband as we drive own the country road.
"WWHHAAAAT?" he responds, instantly flustered. "What kind of question is that? I'm not attracted to guys!"
I laugh, because my husband has always strenuously denied any bisexual interests. I wave the card at him, "That's what it says. Either answer the question or use your PASS." I encourage him further. "Come on; don't tell me you've never looked at another guy's body."
"Hmmppff. Not fair." He thinks a moment. "OK, I guess I'd have to say well-defined legs; you know - strong calves and thighs."
"Why?" I prompt for more.
"Because I respect someone who takes the time to keep fit and a guy with legs like that obviously does" he says defensively.
"Hmmm. Pretty lame answer, but I guess it will do" I say grudgingly, realizing I'm not likely to get any more out of him on this one.
"OK, your turn. What part of another female's anatomy do you find most sexually attractive, and why?" he turns the question back at me.
"That's easy! Breasts...and especially nipples."
He raises his eyebrows with a grin, but keeps his eyes on the road. "Oh really? And why is that?"
"They look so soft...so sensuous. I'd love to be able to reach out and stroke one...to feel the weight in my palm. Or to kiss one and feel the nipple harden under my lips." I squirm a bit in my seat at the image I've painted myself, and I feel the seatbelt press between my breasts. "You guys get all the fun that way."
"Well they ARE fun to play with, I'll admit" my husband responds. "But the fun isn't just restricted to us guys, you know."
"What do you mean?" I ask, knowing full well what he means but wanting to hear him say it.
"Come on. Haven't you ever thought of being with another woman?" he grins. "I know I've thought about you with another woman...that would be so hot to watch."
"Oh no you don't! That's another question...and it's not on the card." I refuse to answer, but squirm a bit more as I imagine what he's thinking about.
My husband lets out a deep fake sigh of exasperation; while I consult the map, and point out that we have to turn right at the next gravel road.
I pull another card from the deck. "OK. Describe an actual experience or fantasy about outdoor sex."
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And so goes our game of learning more about each other, what turns each other on, and how to please each other. But first, a bit of background.
My husband and I have been together for 26 years this month, since I was eighteen years old. I'd had no previous sexual experience when we met at university, and his was very limited, so pretty much everything we learned about sex, we learned together over the years. We have both always had healthy sex drives and were eager to please each other, but like most other couples, our sex lives would wax and wane with the realities of adult life: jobs, shift work (ugggh!), mortgages, kids, house maintenance, volunteer work...you get the picture.
After 23 years, our sex life was still better than most of the people that we knew; we could still turn each other on and have long enthusiastic romps in bed, but it was also fairly predictable. Shift work schedules, school schedules, and teenagers who never seemed to sleep when we wanted privacy, meant that even sex sort of became scheduled' it was definitely less spontaneous and imaginative.
When the kids were finally old enough to be left alone, we decided it was time for an "us" weekend. Looking back, we probably should have started these earlier in our marriage, but it always seemed too difficult or too expensive. Now we realize how valuable these weekends are -- they are truly an investment in our relationship. But I digress.
I did some research and found a secluded cabin in the middle of rolling farmland, far away from anything or anybody. In the weeks leading up to this getaway, we both did some scheming and planning, intending to make the most of our private time away. I was perusing our favorite online sex shop for ideas, when I saw a deck of cards meant to provoke erotic discussions, and on impulse, I ordered it.