The Relationship Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Relationship Pt. 01

It was Friday night. Date night. Like many things in marriage, date nights had become routine. I often wondered if there was any way around that. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like routine and structure. Knowing what we can depend on or expect on any given day is important and comforting. But routine can leave little room for excitement.

I sat at the vanity, brushed my hair and looked in the mirror. This was my routine after every shower. I scrunched my eyes for a moment and grimaced as I saw the crows feet forming. I am only 33 and already I see wrinkles.

"I suppose it is inevitable," I said to myself.

I thought about Jim on his way home from work. He loved our date nights and I loved him for it. He always looked forward to seeing me in a fun outfit and he loved trying new restaurants. He was a good husband. According to my friends he was the best. He was always kind but not a pushover. He was always respectful, caring, and had a great sense of humor. On my thirtieth birthday he bought me a trip to Mexico for just me and my two best friends. He was amazing. He was handsome, masculine, strong, had a great body...the list goes on. I suddenly frowned in the mirror. My friend was just telling me how lucky I was to find a man like Jim and I knew she was right. But there was one thing I didn't tell her and if I was honest, it was one thing I never told anyone. Jim was not great in bed. In fact, through the scope of our 8 year relationship he was always not ...

... great.

When I was younger I just thought sex was not really as good as advertised. I mean, I enjoyed the intimacy with him. He was tender and generous in bed. But when it came down to it, I could count the number of orgasms I had with him on one hand. If I was really honest I could count the number of orgasms I had on one finger. But now as I have moved into my thirties I started to feel an itch. Maybe that is the wrong word, I had felt an emptiness or a lack of satisfaction. I couldn't put my finger on when it started or even why, I just knew it was there. I thought it was my life or my career or even our routine that somehow needed fixing. But one weekend I was at my sister's for a wedding and I found her dildo in a drawer while she was out with her kids. Not really knowing what to do with it I just kind of messed around. Which if you knew me, you would laugh because sex toys are not my thing.

But something happened with that black toy. I had an orgasm. The pleasure was subtle at first. Just nice pressure and heat. But then it was like a switch was flipped and somewhere in the process of sticking it in myself I shook and writhed and then my body just sort of flexed and I came. Hard. I didn't know what an orgasm really felt like and suddenly I did. In all the years I had been with Jim I had never once even felt close to that. Not once. The "orgasm" I thought of that I did have with him was almost laughable.

As you may imagine, as much as I tried to push the "dildo experience" ...