My name is Susanna and I've been married to my wonderful husband, Karl for twenty-eight years. We have three teenagers in high school and college. They are really enjoying the freedoms of semi-adulthood: their own vehicles and later curfews.
I've been enjoying my freedoms as well; shopping with my friends and not having to be home when the kids get home from school. Life has been good for us as a family. Well, until now that is.
Three months ago, Karl's brother, Maxwell and his wife decided that they had made a mistake and agreed to divorce. Maxwell had no place else to go and since we had a spare bedroom, Karl invited him to stay with us until he found a place of his own.
Maxwell is a total opposite from Karl. He is ambitious and has a flare for life. Everyone that meets him likes him almost instantly. He smiles all of the time and is always there to help when it is needed.
Karl has a set routine and if he is unable to keep his schedules, his whole system is disturbed. Maxwell, on the other hand, is totally spontaneous and enjoys changes in his plans; especially if it means doing something he's never done.
To me he was a breath of fresh air. He makes me laugh, he confides in me about his feelings concerning the divorce. He has tried to talk to Karl, but my husband can't handle the fact that his brother is divorcing.
Karl is a good man, husband and father. He loves us all very much but he is not good at handling his brother's problems. So he tries to keep away from the topic of the divorce. Whenever Maxwell tries to talk with him about it, Karl tells him that I'm a better listener than he is and suggests that he talk with me.
So, Maxwell started talking to me about his pending singleness and his fears. We talked every day about it, while Karl went to off to work and the kids to school. He told me the reasons his wife was leaving and how he felt about her betrayal.
"She says I'm never there when she needs me. She thinks I don't care about her problems or those of our kids," he told me this afternoon while he helped me fold clothes.
"I know how much that must hurt you, Maxwell; I'm sorry you are having to go through this pain."
"Thank you, Susanna, I so glad you are here to be a sounding board and I'm sorry to put you in the middle of this; but my own brother just can't handle it."
"I know, Karl can't handle the pain of those he loves. When I'm upset or the kids have a problem, he goes to pieces; but he's always been a good provider and father to the kids and me."
"Does he treat you good? Does he give you everything you nee?" He asked concerned.
"Oh yes, Maxwell, we have never done without anything we need," I assured him.
"But what about the things you don't actually need but that you want, you know companionship, friends, and those things. Do you get enough of those things?" he questioned.
I thought for a few minutes and could think of nothing that we were lacking. "We have friends we socialize with and the kids have plenty of friends they have over and all of the latest technology. I don't think they're ever bored."
"What about intimacy? Do you two still have intimacy? Do you still hug, kiss, and make love?"
I could see the sadness in his eyes. "Well sometimes life does get in the way of some of those things and when you've been married as long as we have....well you know.
Besides, Karl's really not that good in the bed, but please don't tell him I said that. He still doesn't know all of my pleasure spots. We are still having the same sex we had when we were teenagers.
"It's almost mechanical. Is that what Rosemary thought was wrong with your marriage? Was there not enough passion?"
"No, she never complained. She just went out and found a younger man; a boy toy I think they call it. She wanted a bigger, harder dick!" he cried passionately.
I could see his pain and I wrapped my arms around him and held him while he sobbed.
When he pulled away he again asked, "Does Karl please you sexually?"
Biting my bottom lip, I thought 'should I tell him? Should I tell my husband's brother that his brother does not satisfy my cravings for passionate love and deep lust?" Should I reveal to him what I've never told my husband? Especially in his now emotional state.
But I thought that I should answer him; so I said, " I love Karl, but he doesn't know how to please me the way I want to be pleased. He still fucks me like we fucked when we were kids; he doesn't take his time; he doesn't even know the spots that make my body tremble with pleasure."