I was at my wits end, frustrated and horny, not concentrating, I literally bumped into Heather in the supermarket. We had worked together for many years, but had lost touch after retiring.
"Elli, fancy seeing you after all this time, how are you?" She asked.
"Oh, hi Heather, sorry, I was miles away, ok, I suppose, and you?" I replied.
"I'm fine, but you look distracted, you sure you're ok?"
My eyes welled up, I blinked away the tears. "It's nothing, really." I said.
"I know you better than that, lets leave our trolley's near the checkout and go and have a coffee." Said Heather.
"Right, out with it, what's the problem?" She asked.
"Oh, Heather, nothing really, it's um, it's personal." I said.
"Elli! Come on honey, you know you can talk to me, besides a problem shared is a problem halved." She said smiling.
I looked at her for a while, sighed, "It's Mike."
"Your husband! Oh dear, what's happened? Is he ill? He's not left you?" She asked.
"No, no, it's nothing like that!" I replied, "It's just that, oh, I don't know if I can talk about it." I said.
Putting her hands over mine she said, "Out with it Elli, it will do you good to get it off your chest."
"Oh dear, um, it's just that, um it's sex." I said, feeling myself blushing. "Or rather the lack of it." Putting my face in my hands, "I can't believe I told you that, sorry!" After a while, I looked up, Heather was looking at me, obviously thinking.
"Right." She said briskly, "This is not the place for this discussion, lets finish our shopping together then you are coming to my place and unloading, ok?"
"Um, you sure? It's not your problem Heather." I said, wiping away a tear.
"I'm not taking 'no' for an answer, now lets finish shopping." She said.
When we had finished we loaded our cars and I followed her back to her house, helped her take her shopping to the kitchen.
"Wait here Elli, I'm going to tell Jack not to disturb us." said Heather. When she returned she said, "Come through to the snug, we won't be disturbed there."
"Right, lets have it honey." She said.
"It's, oh, this is difficult." I said, looking at her, she just looked back and didn't say anything, just waited. "Mike can't get his thing up anymore..." She just looked. "He says I should 'go' with another man..." She just looked. "Oh, Heather, this is hard."
"Start at the beginning." She said.
I sighed, "The beginning, when was that, seems so long ago... Well about a year ago, whenever we made love, Mike's thing would just go down, after a couple of weeks of this happening he went to the doctor's, they discovered that his blood pressure was so high he was lucky not to have already had a stroke, so he was put on medication, when he was stable he was given a prescription for pills to help, it was fine for a while, then it happened again. This time they found that he had an irregular heart beat, so more medication, all of which didn't help him get his thingy up. The doctor said that with the pills to help get him up he should be fine, but he isn't! He says that he still wants to but the pills don't seem to help. Now he suggests that if he watches another man make love to me it would probably help. I don't think he loves me any more!" With that I burst into tears.
Heather came and sat next to me, hugged me, "You poor baby" She said, "Shush now."
When I had calmed down, she gave me a tissue, I wiped my eyes, blew my nose, and said, "Sorry, but you did ask."
"Don't apologise, honey, you'll feel better, now, why do you say that Mike doesn't love you?" She asked.
"He wants me to 'go' with another man, he can't love me!" I replied.
"Honey, believe me that is a fantasy that many men have, men who are sexually active. Can I ask you something?" She asked. "Why do you refer to his 'thing'? It's a cock or a prick, and did he suggest that you 'make love' to another man?"
"I've never used those words!" I replied, "He used a rude word for it."
Smiling at me she said, "You mean he asked you to 'fuck' another man?" I nodded. "Elli you have never struck me as a prude, but you do sound like one, why don't you use words like 'cock' and 'fuck' in context with sex? It's not swearing it's what people do!"
"I don't know, it seems dirty." I replied.
She laughed and said, "You need some training girl, seriously, do you call Mike's cock a 'thingy' in the bedroom?" I nodded. "What do you call your pussy?"
"Down there." I replied blushing.
"Blimy, girl, do you suck his cock." She asked.
"No! That's dirty." I responded.
"So I suppose you don't let him go down on you?" She asked
"He used to try but I said no." I replied.
"How long have you been married?" Heather asked.
"Forty eight years." I said proudly.
Heather looked at me, shook her head and said, "And you doubt that he loves you! He must love you with every fibre of his being, the vast majority of men would have left you years ago, frankly Elli, I think that YOU are the problem, not Mike's cock."
"Why? I have never refused him." I said indignantly.
"No, I suppose you haven't," She said, "Elli, what positions do you use?"
"Me lying down of course, sometimes I will let him go behind." I said.
She looked at me in horror, "Girl you are seriously lucky to have such a loving husband, you don't deserve him, I mean that. Will you let me try and help?" Heather asked.
"Um, ok, but it's Mike who has the problem I just miss the sex." I replied.
"No, I think that Mike is right you need to be fucked hard, not by him, by a man who will really screw you hard." Said Heather, "Has Mike only just asked you to fuck another guy?"
"Um, no, often in the past, I always said no."
"Hm, be honest, did you never think that it might be fun?" She asked.
"Er, I may have... not often." I stammered.