Memory - Sex Stories

Memory

We met Jody and Eliot at a party and hit it off enough to do an occasional show with them, sometimes after meeting for dinner. We shared a common interest in theatre. They had told us it was a second marriage for them both, but not much else. Then one day Jody and I were having lunch at my place. She told me this sad story with a happy ending. OK, I filled in some details and told it in order, though it came out in pieces over several conversations with her:

We were in our forties when it happened. Well, Ray was in his late forties and I was in my early forties. He kept forgetting things, people we knew forever, how to get to a friend's house. We joked about it at first, but it became clear - something was wrong. That something was early onset Alzheimer's. I can't imagine a more horrifying midlife diagnosis - not even cancer. For him, he was cognizant of what it meant, at least at first. For me, I could only imagine how our life was going to change. Our two teenagers had to watch this as well.

I won't go into all the details. After all, this is a story about sex. Ray's sex desire didn't fade at first. In fact, it was almost humorous. We started having sex every day. As the disease progressed, when he couldn't always remember my name, he would ask for sex several times a day. He forgot that we just had sex two hours ago. Worse, he lost the ability to keep his moves private from the kids.

I was shocked, though, when he would relive his early experiences with teenage ...

... girlfriends. "Rub me too, Valerie." My name is Ruth. "Oh Valerie, Oh Valerie, please, please." Valerie is married now with three kids, none of them Ray's. "Oh Valerie, I'm cumming. You like it, don't you? Oh Oh OH," he went as he ejaculated inside his current wife, me.

Boys, don't get early onset if you have been cheating. "Charlene, Charlene, I always wanted you." She was our next-door neighbor for a few years. I had figured that one out ten years ago, and somehow, Ray and I had worked through that. But still, it was a shock. Me, I had never cheated. And it all came rushing back to me in the present moment.

As the disease progressed, sex was no longer available. I took care of Ray as best I could at home. Still, an awful kind of loneliness crept over me. Even though the kids took on additional chores, taking care of Ray was so demanding that I didn't have time or energy to think about other things.

Eventually, it was time to find Ray a home in a "Memory Care" facility. What a euphemism. You can't care for someone's memory who's lost most of it.

I managed to visit him there almost every day. But back home each night in our four-bedroom house, I felt like I was lost in a shopping mall that had closed for the night. I began to realize I was still craving sex. I told Kathy about this. She suggested I buy a sex toy.

Feeling totally out of place, I took off my rings, parked on the side not visible from the road, and slinked into Adam's Nighttime "adult store." I stood ...