I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad. For a fifty year old mother of three, I looked pretty good. I was still slim and trim with fairly large breasts, I knew I didn't look my age. I had on a little powder blue suit with a short skirt, several inches above the knee. I wore stay up top hose and blue heels. I turned and looked at the back. Pretty damned nice I thought. Eye catching but not overtly so. I liked the mirrors in the elevators of this building. Good idea.
I walked down the hall looking for suite 314. Ah! There it was. I entered and the receptionist gave me the usual forms to fill out. I filled them out and turned them in to the girl. I waited a few minutes and was shown to Dr. Carter's office. She turned out to be a nice middle aged woman. I liked her right away. She listened as I told of my problem. I felt unfulfilled, lonely and neglected by my husband of thirty years. It wasn't merely a lack of physical sex, I felt he just didn't have any interest in me any more. Now that the kids were up and on their own we seemed to have absolutely nothing in common. He had his fishing, his golf, and I was not part of his life anymore except when he needed me as an escort at a cocktail party or dinner, then he liked to show me off.
Dr. Carter asked me about our sex life. She said, "Just give me a short little history of your sexual activity through the years of your marriage. I am speaking of frequency not quality now." I told her I thought it was pretty normal, at first it was very often then slacked off to a level of once or twice a week for years. Now it was very rare, perhaps three times a year. She was making notes. "Now tell me about the quality of the sex." She requested, "Tell me how it changed if it did."
I told her that it had changed a few years ago to where there was little or no foreplay and now it seemed like a chore he had to get done.
She looked at me, "Did you ever have orgasms?"
"Yes, usually at least once each time we made love."
"Did you ever have a mind blowing, totally consuming, bed wetting, out of your control, screaming at the top of your lungs orgasm?"
"No, nothing like that, ever."
"Too bad. That is what we girls need, but only a few of us get that because we just don't know it should be that way, and our men don't know how to give us that either. Damned shame."
"What can I do about that now? I have too much invested in this marriage to give it up at this stage of the game."
"I can't really advise you about that right now. Do you see a GYN guy regularly? I assume one recommended you see me because he could find nothing wrong with you."
"That's right."
"I am going to tell you what I think you should do. I have a therapist I would like you to see. He is very, very good. He taught me what I was missing and it changed my life and saved my marriage. His name is Jefferson Sloan. Karen, my receptionist will give you his card. Go to see him with a completely open mind. It is very educational. He will report to me and we will devise a plan for you. I know you are going to be pleased."
I thanked her and went out and paid for my visit. The girl asked if I would like her to schedule an appointment with Mr. Sloan for me. I told her to please do that. She dialed a number and talked with someone, she asked if one o'clock on Thursday would be alright with me. I nodded. The sooner the better, I thought. She handed me a card and I was on my way.
I decided to stop at the mall on my way home and do a little shopping.
I found the J. Sloan Institute with no trouble. It was much larger than I expected. A half a dozen very attractive women were leaving as I entered. They were happily laughing and talking as they left. That made me feel better. A beautiful young lady showed me to his office.
He was a much older man than I had expected. He stood and walked to me and took my hand. He grinned at me and laughed, "You are a disappointment to me."
"Why is that?"
"Most women I see are rather plain looking when they first come here, you are very beautiful and delightfully well dressed."
"Well, thank you very much. But I can't believe that judging from the lovely ladies I passed on the way in."
"Thank you, they have been in classes here for a few months. Would you like to see how they have changed?"
"Yes, that would be interesting. Mr. Sloan."
"We are informal here, call me Jeff. And if you don't mind I'll just call you what ever you prefer, Dorothy, Dotty or Dot?"
"I use Dotty mostly."
"OK Dotty, let me put this CD in the player. We will look at the initial videos of the ladies who just left."
The screen on the large TV showed the girls standing, from all sides, walking and sitting. Then close up shots of the clothing and the faces were shown. There were six of them. There was another TV beside the first. He put a CD in another player.
"These shots are the same girls, taken last week."
He showed each girl, with the before and after shots side by side. I was astounded. I couldn't believe the changes in the women I saw. Chubby sad frumps were changed into lovely, slim, attractive smiling ladies. The changes were unbelievable.
"You see what I mean, Dot? You are already gorgeous, I can't help you very much in that department, you are very well dressed, and I think you are a very self confident lady. I think there is a mistake on your form here though. It must be wrong, It says your age is fifty."
"No, that is correct."
"I would have guessed much younger. May I look at you more closely?"
I nodded. He stood very near me and looked at my face. He gently moved my head from side to side. He stepped back, he looked me up and down. He asked me to turn around slowly. When I faced him again he grinned. "Absolutely beautiful. The only flaw I see is that you might lose a couple of pounds. And I am not sure about that, you have taken very good care of your self. Just looking at you I would say the problem is with your husband and not with you."
