I was lulled into my marriage with all sorts of promises which my husband has never kept! I really didn’t ask for much but he offered so much and I believed he would look after me forever! How wrong I could be. Oh, he still acts as my husband and we sort of get along O.K. but there is no depth in our marriage anymore. We still make love but it is no longer the passionate love we first enjoyed before and soon after we were married. Sex is almost a mechanical thing now.
When I was single I had gone out with a lot of men and the sex with them always seemed to get better as time past because I thought I was getting better at it! That may have been nearly true – I guess we all get better with practice – but in my case it was more a matter of finding the right types of men! Anyway I had plenty of sex and when I met David I thought he was absolutely the best of them all. His technique was very smooth and he could make me cum like no other man had done before! Before we were married or living together he would come to my rooms and he would fuck me and then leave me gasping with excitement and anxious to be with me again. He was living not too far away from me and had his own apartment. At first he never slept over with me! He would always make an excuse for leaving after sex and I just believed him when he said he had to be somewhere early the next morning.
We were seeing a lot of each other and were starting to be noticed as a couple! One of my particular friends told me he was two-timing me and I should get him to make a commitment or break it off! Well that had me thinking!
I confronted David about this and he admitted he often left me to return home where he had another girl waiting for him! I couldn’t believe this but it turned out to be true and now I had to decide whether I should break up with him or change him so that he was just mine. I decided on the latter and suggested I move in with him! Surprisingly he readily agreed and I quit my rooms and moved everything I owned into his apartment and we became a couple. I watched him like a hawk at first but saw absolutely no sign of him being unfaithful. He was, after all, getting as much sex and he wanted with me being there at his beck and call! I loved sex with him and gave it to him whenever he asked for it!
Sometime later we decided to get married. We had become very close and thought we knew one another very well. He had been the perfect gentleman since we moved in together and I saw no reason why I shouldn’t marry him. So, marry him I did!
Life as a married couple changed very little from what we had been doing before. We just changed the status from living together to being married! At first he was very attentive and looked after me very well. Sex was great but as I suggested before it gradually tapered off until it became a very casual thing and even then it wasn’t very satisfactory.
After 5 years when there was very little sex – we have been married for 7 years – I began to think seriously about leaving him. I casually mentioned I was sick of being just a housemate to him and thought I might have a look around and see if I could find a more suitable partner. He reacted very badly when I said that. I had only wanted to sound him out and see what he would say. He told me he had married me for love and we were married for life and I had better get used to the idea. He wouldn’t let me go and told me I would have to stay with him. That sort of talk gets my back up and I just went quiet and waited to see what he would do about it.
A couple of weeks after my outburst David came home from his work one evening – he works later each day than I do – and was just bursting to tell me something. I could tell from his expression he was trying to keep a secret. He took me into the lounge room and sat me down on the couch. He put his arms around me and pulled me tight and told me he loved me! He kissed me passionately (I was surprised how good that felt after all the years of neglect) and told me he had a wonderful surprise for me! He pulled a plastic travel wallet from his coat pocket and gave it to me. It was a complete holiday package for 3 weeks on a tropical island, complete with air fares and all accommodation and meals and we would be leaving in 1 week. He told me it had cost him a packet but it would be a chance for both of us to get back to what we were before when we were first married.
I must say the idea of a tropical holiday appealed to me and I told him how pleased I was that he had thought enough of me to organize the trip. Needless to say our attitudes to one another changed quite a bit after that and when we got into bed that night we fucked just like we had when we were first married. The old spark was still there but it had taken something special to ignite it for us. I was agreeably surprised how much he changed.
Not long after we had married – about 2 years – we decided we would like to start a family. Things were going quite well at that stage and I thought he was a wonderful husband but we all make mistakes. Anyway I stopped taking the pill and we waited for the first signs of pregnancy to show. Nothing happened and although we were having sex sometimes twice a day we made no progress. Month after month my periods would announce there was no baby coming yet. We almost gave up hope and that was about the time the sex started to taper off. We took no precautions and just left it to nature but nature wasn’t helping us. When we sometimes only had sex once in a whole month I felt we had no chance. It is amazing how accustomed one becomes to taking the pill each night but once it is decided to stop then the habit is broken and no more thought is given to it at all.
Well, we went on our holiday. The resort we were staying at must be the nicest place on earth. We had a marvelous suite which was styled in the form of a native buree and it had all mod cons. It was wonderful for lovers because the buildings were quite a distance apart and one could make all the noise one wanted without disturbing the neighbors.