I met Brian, the man of my dreams, in college. While I was enamored of him the very first time that I saw him I didn't really think that I had a chance of even dating him, let alone a long standing relationship with him. He was so good looking, so witty, so kind, so smart, so charming, that he literally could have had his pick of any girl in our college, or even any female professor. His big blue eyes always seemed to be dancing, his muscular arms and chest heaving, and his lips pursing -- at least to me.
Every girl in my sorority flirted with Brian. The ones lucky enough to get dates with him swooned. Their only complaint was that he was too much of a gentleman. I still remember the comment Marg Simpson -- probably the girl with the biggest tits and finest ass that I have ever seen -- made after her third date with him. "How can the guy only want to make out and not fuck me? I even rubbed his cock and didn't wear any underpants and he didn't get down. I would have let him use my mouth, tits, pussy, or even ass!"
Sitting in the student union eating lunch one day, reviewing my notes for a quiz in my next class, Brian came up to my table and asked if he could sit with me. I was almost speechless. He was so pleasant and funny that I quickly became at ease. I ended up five minutes late for class, bombed the quiz because all I could think about was him, and was really pissed at myself for allowing myself to think that his friendliness was anything more than that.
Over the next few weeks it seemed that Brian always ended up at my table whenever I was in the student union, and then shocked the hell out of me by asking me out. He apparently took my shock for apprehension, and put his head down and started fumbling around apologizing for being "so forward." I surprised myself by lifting up his chin, looking into his eyes, smiling, and saying "I'd love to; what do you have planned?"
Our first date ended with a kiss, and the next two we made out. I was guarded, however, because I knew that I could fall completely for him instantly and couldn't believe that he wanted a long term relationship and was protecting myself from getting burned. Halfway through our fourth date we had a frank discussion.
"Julie, it seems that you're really holding back in our relationship. Is that a correct perception, or am I reading things wrong?" Brian said while holding my hands as we stood near a fountain in a local park.
I decided to be completely straight forward when I responded "I guess you're right. You're out of my league and I don't want to get burned, cause I could really easily fall for you."
He laughed. His laugh was a combination of a relieved and humorous one. "Are you serious?" he asked; "I honestly thought it was because you thought that you were out of my league."
"How could you ever get that impress..." I started to say before he drew me to him and gave me the most passionate kiss of my life.
When he finally let me come up for air he said "Let's both let ourselves be vulnerable and see where it leads us."
With a big smile I said "OK," then kissed him as passionately as he had kissed me.
Two dates later we had a magical sexual epiphany. Naked in his dorm room -- his roommate was out of town and the door locked -- his body looked even better than clothed, especially his beautiful stiff cock. His eyes -- and lips -- told me that he loved how my body looked too.
The times that I had had sex before Brian were more or less slam, bam, thank you ma'am. While enjoyable, they were far from earth-shattering. Brian was way different. He slowly sucked on my tits while massaging my pussy without penetrating it. I tried to get my hand on his dick, but he would cleverly move it away from me as he hopped from one nipple to the next. While I was in a semi-dreamlike state as he was sucking one nipple suddenly his mouth was on my clit and a finger in my pussy massaging my G-spot, until that moment something that I wasn't sure that I had.
I came harder than I ever had before in my life the instant that his tongue touched my clit and his finger entered my pussy. Then as his lips, tongue, and seemingly all ten fingers worked over my entire crotch I had another first -- multiple orgasms. All that I could do was moan, yelp, and hold onto his hair and shoulders.
I don't know how many orgasms I went through before he rose up, gently put my heels on his shoulders, and penetrated me. I had another orgasm the instant his cock entered my then very wet pussy. He pounded, then gently stroked, then pounded again until he unleashed a tsunami of cum into me when my pelvic floor muscles squeezed his dick. The last feeling I remember having was euphoria so far beyond my previous experience that it was in a different universe!
I recovered from my comatose state with Brian's cock still inside me, very gently stroking or wiggling as it gradually became flaccid. When he pulled out we laid cuddled together gently kissing each other. I then experienced another first -- orgasmic aftershocks! Each only lasted five or ten seconds, but they were spectacular. Brian was intermittently flinching too, off sync with my flinches, so I knew that he was experiencing them too. When we both experienced one at the same time as we passionately kissed we broke our kiss and laughed.
I will never forget looking into Brian's eyes the next morning and seeing something different -- there was a clear glint, almost like his sexual satisfaction was celebrating itself in his eyes. I vowed to make sure that that glint never disappeared.
From that night until about eighteen months ago I considered my sex life (in fact, my life in general) to be as close to perfect as possible. Brian's cock fit my pussy perfectly, we both loved to experiment with different positions, our bodies readily molded to each other, and our values, morals, goals, and personalities meshed perfectly. We were inseparable from that night forward, got married right out of college, and now, both having recently turned fifty, are still as in love as we were that night.
Except for about three weeks before and six weeks after I delivered each of our three children, and only two extended business trips that Brian took, the frequency and intensity of our sexual intercourse has never wavered. Having mind blowing sex five times a week was the rule more than the exception. The only time that the glint ever went out of Brian's eyes were the times that my body was unavailable due to child birth and his two extended trips. In both cases, the glint was back in his eyes by the second time that we made love once I was back in commission or he was back in town.
While both of us enjoyed oral sex, the orgasms from oral sex were usually mild. We tried anal only a couple of times and neither of us liked it at all; it was painful for me, and didn't turn Brian on. Brian did occasionally tit fuck me, but since when I'm not nursing my tits aren't very big or pliable, it was never that great for either of us. Vaginal sex was where it was at for both of us, as best I can remember never ceasing to result in mutual intense, earth-shattering, toe-curling orgasms.
Eighteen months ago, shortly before we turned fifty, with three adult children that we were immensely proud of, and two darling grandkids, things changed drastically. They didn't change for the reasons they often do on 'Loving Wives.' I never cheated on Brian, and I am positive that he never cheated on me either. There simply was no need or desire to. What changed was my vagina.
Over a period of about a month, my vagina started getting more and more sensitive during intercourse. At first I dismissed it, but when pain caused me to interrupt Brian within mid-stroke one night, we knew that there was a problem. He was extremely concerned and thought that he had done something wrong. I assured him that he had not, but that obviously there was something wrong. I promised him that I would see the doctor as soon as possible, and gave him a less than stellar blow job, although he went out of his way to thank me for it and remark about how great it made him feel.
I got an appointment with my OB/GYN, Dr. Mary Phillips, as soon as I could. In addition to a normal physical she gave me a pelvic MRI and an ultrasound. I went back to see her three days later -- three days without vaginal penetration of any kind, although I tried to give Brian the best blow jobs that I could -- when my blood work and analyzed test results came back.
After a few pleasantries, Dr. Phillips got right to the point. She is a no-nonsense medical professional and I always expected, and got, "the facts" from her during my pregnancies and normal checkups.
"Julie, the news isn't good. I've consulted with several colleagues, not just in my practice, but around the country. None have ever heard of someone having all three of the conditions that you have at the same time. Vaginismus, Endometriosis, and Pelvic inflammatory disease known as PID for short."
I groaned. "I don't know what they are, but they sound bad."
"Well one is real bad, and two can be. The treatment for one is exercise, the treatment for one is antibiotics, and there are three possible treatments for the third," she said with a stern expression.
"Lay them out in order of severity please," I said after taking a deep breath to steel myself.
"Vaginismus is treated by exercises, including the Kegel exercises you did while pregnant. I think that this condition was actually brought on by the other two and your body's reaction to them. If you follow through with the exercises within a few weeks this condition may be overcome, but that might not do you any real good."
"Great," I mumbled.
"PID is typically treated with antibiotics. Your PID is not an STD, but apparently due to the changes, for some unknown reason, in the microorganisms that comprise the vaginal flora in your reproductive system. We will have to experiment with various antibiotics until we get the right one, but hopefully over time the drugs will take care of this condition," she indicated.
"OK -- but why do I feel that the ax is now about to drop?" I replied.
Now it was Dr. Phillips' turn to take a deep breath before she continued. "Unfortunately, because the ax is about to drop. Your endometriosis is about the most severe that I've ever seen, and I'm surprised that you have lived as normally as you have."
"Exactly what is endometriosis doctor?" I inquired.
"It's a condition in which the endometrium, the tissue lining the uterus, grows outside the uterus. Normal treatment is with hormones or surgery, but neither are permanent nor are they expected to be particularly helpful in your situation because of the extensive nature of your problem. Even a hysterectomy may not be successful because 'implants' of the disease are all over your pelvic cavity, and they feed on estrogen, which is typically the hormone replacement therapy given after a hysterectomy," she replied, her voice cracking.
I sat stunned. "Do you have a recommendation?" I asked.
