Author's note: A survey in 2017 of over 11,000 women and men found that women are more than twice as likely as men to lose interest in sex. Even though they were in a relationship, 34.2% of the women and 15% of the men reported lacking interest in sex.
Excuses were - too busy, really bad at sex and the novelty has worn off.
This story is about one couple who used an unconventional way of overcoming their problem.
PART 1.
Oscar sat with his wife on the beach looking at the late afternoon sun. The heat of the day had gone to be replaced with cooler air. They had brought with them a cold bottle of wine and some olives. It was Friday evening.
''How was work?'' asked Oscar as he topped up Irene's glass. ''Is your boss still a pig?''
Irene gave a short laugh. ''Yes. Fucking woman. She's such a pain in the neck.''
Oscar roared with laughter. ''It's so good to let the language flow. Say what you feel. Get it out of your system.''
''That would be the wine,'' said Irene. ''It loosens the tongue.'' She stretched herself and sighed. ''Are you happy, Oscar?''
Oscar looked at his wife. After 12 years of marriage and 2 children, Irene still looked good. Her curves were sexy, full breasts and nice legs. Her wavy reddish-brown hair came to her shoulders which she used to hide her shyness sometimes. ''I'm happy on one level,'' replied Oscar. ''The only thing I struggle with is our sex life as you already know.''
''I know my darling. But it's life. Children change a marriage. Their demands sap our energy. There's less time for us, less privacy. My job is a stress. I try and get enthusiastic about sex but it's a problem.''
''Could it be a problem that I'm not manly enough in your eyes?''
''Well, it doesn't help that you like to have your entire groin area shaved bald as a baby.'' Irene stretched her hand to touch her husband. ''I love you as a father to our children, as a provider, a confidant, reliable. But I'm no good at sex anymore. I don't have the lust to suck you or have deep orgasms like I used to. My love for you is still there but it's matured.''
Oscar wanted reassurance. ''You don't mind me fantasising out loud when we have sex?''
She smiled. ''You like to imagine I have this lover, a big man, a big thing between his legs. I know it gets you excited so I'm ok with it because it's fantasy, unrestricted imagination. When you describe these things you come easily. I suppose I get a small orgasm sometimes but generally, you come too quickly and not leave me enough time to get ready.''
''It's not completely satisfying for either of us,'' said Oscar. ''I have an erection just from thinking what your lover would do to you.''
''Fantasies, my darling.''
''Can we have some sex tonight?''
Irene nodded.
Later, with the children asleep, Oscar watched Irene get into bed alongside him. They kissed. He sensed correctly that she wanted to say something. ''When you first told me of this fantasy, for me to have a lover, I was a little shocked. But over time I can see it does get you aroused. I want to be sure, though, that you love me. I need to know you will never leave me. Because I love you.''
He kissed her and waited for more thoughts from Irene. ''And if I feel secure,'' she said, ''then I can go along with your play-acting, your wandering mind, your desire to keep our sex alive.''
''I promise I will never leave you. You and the children are my family. I will always love you. I suppose I have these sex imaginations to stop myself getting into a sex rut where my curiosity is extinguished. I like to push the boundaries because it's more exciting, even if it is weird. But I assure you, when we talk of sex games, you are safe in our marriage.''
Irene pulled away the bedsheet. ''Your shaved penis looks so small without any hair. Let me see how large it can grow.'' She put her hand over his cock and manipulated it.
Oscar felt his cock go hard. He whispered, ''Your lover would have a bigger cock.''
''Yes, he would. Bigger in length. I think my lover would also be fatter around the girth of his cock.''
This sort of conversation always got Oscar aroused. ''What would Irene do with her lover's big cock?''
''Oh ah. He would take longer to get fully erect. Not like this little thing in my hand. My lover would make me masturbate him. Maybe I would have to lick the tip of his cock.''
Oscar knew his wife didn't like licking or sucking. ''Your lover might be too big to get in your mouth?''
''If he made me,'' murmured Irene, ''if this mystery lover of mine pushed my head down I would have to do it.''
''In reality, Irene, I would agree to you having a lover, one only, to enjoy sex with him.''
''But I might want lots and lots of lovers.'' She giggled to say she was joking and would never have sex with anyone else besides her husband. But she carried on the acting, the mystery while she masturbated him.
Oscar said, ''You don't have to have lots of lovers. One man outside our marriage is enough, darling. I wouldn't make many conditions when you find someone.'' He was close to coming now.