It had been another one of those conversations, the kind we'd had many of over the years. A little confrontation over the way something was said versus the manner in which it had been perceived and things went on from there. Forty five minutes later we had managed to keep it civil this time and we found ourselves on the topic that always seemed to creep into these discussions. For years I'd felt that there was a lot left to be desired and we tried to discuss it in a constructive manner but the net result was always the same. Trish just plain and simply had no sex drive and I had one the size of the entire state.
We had seen a therapist about it at one time, but nothing much came out of it. When we had sex I always had to initiate it. Once I got her aroused either manually or orally Trish would be into it big time. She loved the intimacy that came with it but didn't seem to have any interest in it until we were there. It wasn't unusual for me to make advances on her, guiding things toward the bedroom and she would send me along first while she took her wine glass out to the kitchen or folded the blanket that she'd been snuggling in or any of a number of things. Invariably she'd get distracted by something else. Forty five minutes to an hour later she'd show up in bed and wonder why if I'd not fallen asleep, was lying there frustrated and/or furious.
Our sex life was down to two or three events a year, always on a Sunday morning (previously it had been always on a Saturday night). Lots of wonderful foreplay in the form of fellatio and cunnilingus (which I loved and could always bring her to climax by) followed by either missionary style or cowgirl position and that was it.
She is a gorgeous woman who has aged very well. At fifty she can still easily pass for twenty years younger. At five -four and a hundred and twenty five pounds, she is nicely built with soft natural B cup breasts, a trim waist, and an ass that looks great in jeans or yoga pants. In a swimsuit she more than holds her own. Her attire is always very conservative however and to try to get her to wear something sexy or alluring is downright impossible even though she'd look great in just about anything.
But back to the conversation. One more time I tried to explain how much it affected my life that we didn't have any more of a sex life than we did and as a result how adversely it affected her as well. She had to deal with my irritability and when I was in a sexually deprived funk I certainly wasn't as productive with regard to my business and our income.
For some reason, whatever it was that I said, this time it actually seemed to hit home. She said she finally really realized just how important a healthy sex life should be for both of us and for me in particular. In passing she also mentioned something about how important it is should be to pursue our desires, a statement that I took particular note of.
The conversation took place on a Monday evening. That week Trish was particularly affectionate and attentive calling me in the middle of the day just to say hi and once running back into the house to give me a hug and kiss after she'd already left. I was a nice "lovebirds" sort of a stretch.
On Friday night she told me that she had invited her friend Marly over for dinner the following evening. When we have guests, I usually do the cooking as I'm a more adventurous chef as well as a neater one, generally leaving the kitchen in better shape. As I suspected she might,
Trish asked if I would mind cooking. I really enjoy the opportunity to prepare something for more than just the two of us and readily agreed.
Saturday evening at seven the doorbell rang. As Trish was upstairs, I answered the door to find a tallish woman with short cropped copper colored hair, high cheekbones, sparkling green eyes, and a disarming smile. She handed me a bottle of wine and introduced herself as Marly.
As I ushered her in I surveyed her further. A slubby beige silk jacket topped loose fitting dark taupe trousers and under it was a cream lace something. Tall heels peeked from under the hem of the trousers and I realized she was probably only a little taller than Trish. The heels made a nice sound on first the tile floor of the foyer and then the wood of the hallway. I smelled sandalwood and citrus as she passed. All in all, an attractive package, not what I'd normally call a traffic-stopper, but definitely easy on the eyes.
Trish didn't show up for close to fifteen minutes, so Marly and I had a good opportunity to acquaint ourselves. Marly worked for one of the accounts that Trish worked for. I'd heard her mentioned a number of times as Trish described her work days. I knew they grabbed lunch together from time to time but that was about all I knew. Marly made herself comfortable perched on one of the kitchen stools as I fed a braised and stuffed pork loin into the oven along with vegetables for roasting. When Trish made her entrance I was in the midst of shaking up a pair of cosmos. She looked particularly fine to me that night, pairing her best fitting pair of jeans with a slightly sheer black blouse. Her black bra underneath just barely showed through. Maybe not all that sexy to most people, but on my wife it was about the hottest thing I'd seen her in for a long, long time.
I poured the cosmos and then fixed myself a martini. We snacked on some nice gooey brie slathered atop wheat crackers. Marly turned out to be one of those type of people that was forever touching everyone else in the room as she spoke, her hand lightly resting on their arm or hand if it was resting on a counter or tabletop. Normally I find this a little annoying but with her it just seemed very genuine and unaffected.
Wine was uncorked, dinner was served and then dessert and coffee which Trish suggested that we enjoy in the living room. She had insisted on my starting a fire earlier which I had been stoking every fifteen or twenty minutes. A nice amber glow had settled in the firebox, lending a warm aura to the entire room. I plunked down in my favorite spot at one end of the sofa and Trish disappeared upstairs again. Marly commented on how comfy it was then shed the silk jacket. It turned out that the lace garment beneath was a camisole, baring her shoulders and making it impossible not to notice her ample breasts.
Again Trish was gone for what seemed to be an inordinate amount of time and when she reappeared she at first flitted past in the adjoining hall in what I could have sworn was her robe. I saw the lights in the kitchen and then dining room go out and then she joined us through the dining doorway. Sure enough, Trish was wearing her thick fluffy robe and as I began to wonder what was up she reached for the light switch and twisted the dimmer until the fireplace was the major source of illumination for the room. What happened next stunned me.
Undoing the sash, Trish slipped the robe off and tossed it over the back of a chair. Under the robe she had worn only the ecru silk camisole and bikini panty set she had purchased a couple years earlier in Europe. Even in the dim light her nipples were evident through the filmy material. Striding across the room she slipped onto the sofa and cuddled up beside me.
