We don’t discuss our sex life. It’s a taboo. While I have had no problem discussing sex with past partners, I can’t with him because he is so uncomfortable about it, it makes me uncomfortable.
This may be a bit graphic, but I’ll edit the post if I make an error here… When we did have sex, he was totally quiet. No sound, no quivering to tell me that I hit a spot that does it for him. It’s rather frustrating. I asked what he wants and he wouldn’t respond. He didn’t get hard until I actually manipulate his penis, or he’d already be hard when he initiated. The only time there is a difference is when he was close to orgasm and then his breathing changed. Otherwise total silence and no hints.
I’m not saying that he’s a board. He touches me. He moves. There were times that I felt somehow that it was more intense for him. Perhaps it was the pressure of his hands or something, I don’t know.
I’d say that his preferred frequency is none, based on his actions. Mine – hell, I’d like to say once a week would be enough, but I know that I could go again as soon as I caught my breath. That has never happened. One time and he won’t go up again.
There must have been some conversations, because I remember that he once told me that it was quality, not quantity that counted. I think that I snorted with disgust at that comment. Why can’t you have both?
He quit working 4 years ago. I would say that our sex life was fine until maybe two years ago. He had a vasectomy sometime in there because I can’t have more children and we don’t want more, but I can’t remember if that’s when it turned or if it was before then.
