I'd like to thank Capshroud2000 for all his help in catching my errors and making the story flow a lot better.
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When I was in my middle to late teens my hormones ruled about ninety percent of my brain. If I wasn't thinking about sex I was dreaming about it. Doesn't every teenage boy? A Playboy magazine or the glimpse of a little cleavage almost always put me over the top. What made up the other ten percent? Why cars and motorcycles of course. School was also in there also, but at about two percent it was just enough to get me through.
I spent my twenty's in lust of every female that walked the planet. I lost my innocence and virginity on my twentieth birthday and screwed every girl I met, at least in my mind. I tried college but ran out of money after only one year. I met the love of my life, Ann, went into the Marines for two years, and then married her as soon as I got out.
My sex life was something out of a wet dream. We tried every thing and christened every room of our one bedroom apartment at least twice, including the counter tops. Our playground was a king size waterbed that took up eighty percent of our small bedroom. As I said, I was in lust with Ann and her with me.
After two years of marriage we went in debt up to our eyeballs, after buying a small two-bedroom house. To my horror, Ann came up pregnant and gave birth to our first son nine months later. Someone had shut, let me rephrase that, someone had slammed the friggin door shut on my carefree life and I wasn't happy about it.
In those days if you found out you had a bun in the oven, you didn't "take care of it." You just sucked it up and went on with your life. Our cute two-seater was replaced with a "family" car and we no longer went somewhere just on a whim. We had to plan for it and take the house with us now. Lovemaking went from nine times a week to about two or three; a new baby will do that to you.
"Oh well, it will get better when he gets a little older," I thought. But it never happened. Such is life.
Our thirties were spent trying to make ends meet. We now had one more son and a new and larger home; because two bedrooms were no longer enough. Along with a larger home came a bigger mortgage, which meant longer work hours. Overtime was no longer a luxury but now a necessity. We now didn't buy everything we wanted. A new word had been added to our vocabulary; needs. Needs not wants now ruled our lives. We planned and saved for each purchase. Any left over cash at the end of the month was put away for a future emergency or to pay down one of our credit cards that had suddenly come out of nowhere. We were a happy family, but my stress level was on an all time high. Lovemaking was now something we had to work into our busy schedules. It wasn't that great sex of old. More like, "hurry up," or "not so loud, the kids will hear us," type of sex.
Our twice a year "Date Weekends" where one of our parents would watch the boys were now spent getting to know one another all over again. Ann complained that she had lost her shape and was going to go on another diet, which meant that I would be on the diet with her. At 5'3" and no more than a hundred and thirty pounds she was still hot in my eyes. I thought her long nipples and thirty-four C breasts still looked great and even though she no longer had a twenty-one inch waist, her muffin top gave me something to hang onto when we made love.
Since she did all the cooking, my portions went from decent to dismal. I'd put on a few pounds and was no longer the skinny runt I'd been in my twenties and early thirties but was far from being fat. The sex was still good. However, we now did it only once instead of the two or three times a night like we'd done when we first met. Over a forty-eight hour period that weekend, we did it five times and Ann accused me of trying to wear it out.
"I'm not as young as I used to be," she complained. "I can't do it all night like we used to."
Neither could I, but at least I didn't need that little blue pill yet.
Our forties were spent trying to get the kids out of the house. With our pay increases over the last ten years we now had a little more disposable income even with two boys in college. Thank God for school loans. Luckily they both went to the local college so we didn't have to pay room and board but their other expenses sky rocked.
It was all worth it when they both graduated and moved out of the house. Yes! Empty nesters at last. However Ann replaced the kids with other activities ranging from going to the gym, dance classes and finally diving into politics. From our thirties to the forties, our lovemaking never increased, but it also never decreased either.
"My time was coming again," I kept telling myself.
The fifties were suppose to be "our time." The kids were off the payroll and for the first time in years we could do what ever we wanted. We took a couple of cruses and I thought we'd be in for the time of our lives. Then something hit I'd never planned on, menopause.
"It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair," I kept saying over and over to myself. My wife went through her change and I went through one of my own.
Her hormones went crazy and her mood swings went off the charts. She tried for a while to control everything through food and herbs but that failed miserably. Finally she went to the doctor and got "drugs" to control her body chemistry. She still had the temperature fluxuations and didn't cry at the drop of a hat, but still had occasional mood swings and night sweats. All of this was bad, but the final nail in the coffin was when Ann lost her sex drive. Not all of it mind you, just enough that once every three weeks was more than enough for her.
I had suffered through my thirties and forties knowing I had something to look forward to and I kind of felt cheated.
I'd done my job for the last twenty years, and could now do it in my sleep. I'd advanced to a point, that my pay was now over double from when I'd first started and all the stress from years back was now gone.
I was like a "reborn" teenager. My wife couldn't get pregnant no matter what I did. We had no more money issues and my sex drive was now off the charts again. Ann had basically kept her sexy shape and I was always trying to get a little of it.
Hell, I was trying to get lot!
"For Christ's sake Steve, can't you control yourself? I'm trying to make dinner and can't do that and fend you off also," she yelled at me.
"Then let's skip dinner and have a little fun. Remember when we used to live on love?" I said trying to get a kiss.
"Back off bucko or you're never going to get any," she replied trying to finish our dinner.
"Was I upset? Yes. But what the hell was I going to do? Cut her off?" I said to myself. So after a while I just let it slide. I didn't make any advances and waited for her to be the aggressor just to see how long it would take. Or how long she could hold out.
After about a month, Ann told me she appreciated me not being all over her and grabbing her every time she walked by.
"I can't believe it," I said to myself. "She thanking me for not having sex with her. I needed a plan," I said to myself.
Ann and I went to spinning on Thursdays and Fridays and the gym usually together on Monday's and Tuesdays. I was pretty friendly with two women at spinning and one at the gym so I decided to see if they'd help me get my sex life back on track.
"You want me to do what?" Beth asked as Cindy looked on.
"I need you to flirt with me," I told them. Not right in front of her but when she's there, if that makes any sense," I told them.
"Let me get this straight, you want us to make Ann jealous? And you think that this is going to help you how?" Cindy asked.
"I just want her to think that other women find me attractive and desirable, so maybe she'll appreciate me a little more," I told the two of them.
"So this is all about sex?" Beth asked. "I told you he wasn't getting enough Cindy," Beth laughed out loud. "Look Steve, Ann and I are friends and I don't want her pissed off at me. We'll play your little game but only for a short while. And if it gets out of hand, we're done. Ok?"
"Thanks guys, it shouldn't take too long. It's just that I'm trying to jump-start our sex life, that's all," I told them and it wasn't a lie.
Tammy from the gym also said she'd go along with it and thought it might be fun. She like me was a runner and we'd run and talked on the treadmills more than once. I didn't know exactly how old she was, but was younger than I was. She had the typical runners body, tall, slim, small boobs and short blonde hair. She was good looking, in great shape and was sure to get Ann's attention.
We decided that it would be best if we met at the gym and went out together for a run. This way we could both get in our normal workouts and be together outside of Ann's prying eyes at the gym.
My plan was all coming together.
Cindy and Beth made it a point to talk to me before and after class. I helped Cindy adjust her bike and Beth asked if she could share my water bottles because she'd forgotten hers. It took about two weeks before Ann started to really notice and finally said something one night after class while I was talking to the two of them.
