I guess that my story starts pretty much like the story of many other men. I am 40 years old, married to Lena , she is also 40 years old. We have been married for 11 years now. We have 2 gorgeous kids, a boy and a girl. At first our sex life was good. We had a lot of it, it wasn't monotonous. My wife is a little reserved in sex matters, but she agreed to try new things as long as they were not too strange. Since this period of good sex was rather short, we did not get to try many new things.
With time, the frequency of sex decreased. And it continued decreasing after our son was born, and decreased even further after our daughter was born. As you might guess, I was not the one who did not want sex. At first I thought I was to blame. Maybe I was inconsiderate in bed, but Lena said that this was not the problem. She said I was not romantic enough. So I tried being romantic. But it did not help either. For example, I prepared a romantic dinner, we would eat it together, talk, kiss and so on, but after dinner she would say that because of the food she was too tired for sex. And the excuses went on and on.
My wife Lena is a very attractive woman, even after giving birth twice. She is not a typical beauty however she has a great body. She is rather tall and thin, has brown hair, shoulder length and beautiful legs. Her tits are small, maybe a bit too small to my liking, but they are still rather firm. And the nipples... her nipples are to die for, pink-brownish, perfect circular shape, not too big, not too small, and they erect easily. Sometimes it seems to me that they become erect for no apparent reason. And when they are erect they are so suckable. I remember the pleasure of sucking milk out of them when our first baby arrived. After the second one she wouldn't let me do that any more.
So I still desired my wife, very much so, but she seems to have lost interest in sex (I know that she is not having an affair). We do it once a month at most, sometimes not even that. And almost every time it requires a lot of persuasion that I feel almost as if I am imposing myself.
This could not go on like this any more. As a man with a healthy sexual appetite, I had three choices: 1) To cheat but I could not do it, I loved her too much; 2) To divorce her, couldn't do it for the same reason and for the sake of the kids; 3) to cause her to want to have sex with me. This might not be the most ethical way, but in my opinion, the best of all three choices. But how do I do that? Well, the funny thing is that without realizing it, Lena was the one who taught me how to do that, how to influence her thoughts and feelings so strongly to the point that I cause her to WANT me.
Lena believes that you can do a lot of things with just your thoughts. She believes in things like guided imagery and telepathy. I never believed in those things, but being married to her for so long, I started seeing the true parts in this. I did some exercises and meditations with her.
In the beginning I did this for her sake. Then I discovered that I was becoming more conscious, more aware of my mind and the people around me. With time, I think I became very sensitive. I could sense for example what other people were feeling even see their thoughts in a very abstract way. In the beginning I could just see if they were angry, satisfied, aroused, things you might say that every aware person could see in other people. But one time I discovered that I could not only read other people's feelings, but I could also influence them. I had an argument with my wife, which rose to high tones. After a while I stopped, but she kept on and on, and I was getting so annoyed that I just kept thinking: "stop already, will you, stop already, stop already..." And suddenly she paused and said:
"Did you say something?"
"Me??" I replied.
"Did you just tell me to stop?"
"Ummm," I did not know what to say. "no!" Could this be true?
"I hope so," she answered, not satisfied with my answer.
Another time I tried this consciously. She just finished taking a shower. It was summer, I had my shorts on and a long T-shirt which went way down my legs half way to my knees. She came out wrapped in a small towel, which barely covered her round ass. I was sitting on the bed, eying her, as she casually took off the towel and started wiping herself dry. It was a very hot and humid summer day, so the air conditioning was on. This made her lovely nipples immediately erect. And for a moment all I could think about was how much I would love to suck on them. But then, half dry, she sat by my side, oblivious to my arousal, she spread her legs wide and started wiping her pussy dry. She does not shave her pussy, just around it, leaving a clean triangle of dark hairs. So whenever I get a peek at her pussy, I just see a triangle of hair, but not the lips and clit.
And now, she was sitting next to me, legs wide spread, wiping her pussy dry, and I could see, for a few brief seconds, all her goodies. Her outer and inner lips were spread. As she wiped herself she pulled her skin up so the clitoris was pointing at me, pink and sexy. She kept on wiping, spreading her pussy lips even wider, so I could see the inner, dark-pink flesh of her sex. She did all this completely unaware of what it was doing to me. Sex was really something she seldom thought about, that she was not even aware of how sexy she was, and how her actions were affecting me.
"It is time," I thought, and tried to send her an image of my erect dick. For a brief moment I saw a puzzled look on her face, and then she reached to get her panties, which lay on the bed and as if by accident her hand brushed against my groin (she could not see my erection because of the large t-shirt I was wearing), to feel whether I was really hard.
"I see you still find me sexy," she said grinning.
"I told you this a hundred times," I answered, "but it seems you don't care about sex any more."
"Oh, I do," she said. "I am simply so tired lately."
