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About four years ago, my husband Bill began having trouble maintaining an erection. Since both of us enjoyed sex—a lot—we were quite dismayed. Bill loved watching me as I became aroused, especially since I have always had a highly charged libido, but even so, his erections began to peter out before I could achieve orgasm, or worse, he wouldn’t be able to get hard at all.
We had no idea what on earth was going on. I thought it was my fault. Bill had always gotten a big kick out of the intensity of my sexual desire for him. He’d even joked that I’d broken his dick—twice. (I’d gotten a little carried away in our lovemaking a couple of times, and his equipment couldn’t handle it.) What if I had actually broken it?
Or what if I’d simply scared Dick? Bill said, “No way!”… but I wasn’t so sure. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d been putting too much pressure on him to have sex. Sometimes I worried that since I was older, perhaps he no longer found me attractive. But that wasn’t it. I knew Bill wasn’t interested in other women. He wanted only me. So why were his erections deflating before we’d had a chance to enjoy ourselves?
Over the course of time, Bill grew completely impotent. His sexual desire flagged to the point of nonexistence. I admit to feeling guilty, greedy and depressed over the lack of sex, but it was a difficult adjustment for both of us. Bill told me he still found me attractive and wanted to make love to me, but his dick won’t cooperate. I wondered if we’d ever have intercourse again. I began to think that if I wanted to fuck, I would have to find a lover, but I really didn’t want anyone other than my husband. There had to be another solution.
We had no idea what on earth was going on. I thought it was my fault. Bill had always gotten a big kick out of the intensity of my sexual desire for him. He’d even joked that I’d broken his dick—twice. (I’d gotten a little carried away in our lovemaking a couple of times, and his equipment couldn’t handle it.) What if I had actually broken it?
Or what if I’d simply scared Dick? Bill said, “No way!”… but I wasn’t so sure. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d been putting too much pressure on him to have sex. Sometimes I worried that since I was older, perhaps he no longer found me attractive. But that wasn’t it. I knew Bill wasn’t interested in other women. He wanted only me. So why were his erections deflating before we’d had a chance to enjoy ourselves?
Over the course of time, Bill grew completely impotent. His sexual desire flagged to the point of nonexistence. I admit to feeling guilty, greedy and depressed over the lack of sex, but it was a difficult adjustment for both of us. Bill told me he still found me attractive and wanted to make love to me, but his dick won’t cooperate. I wondered if we’d ever have intercourse again. I began to think that if I wanted to fuck, I would have to find a lover, but I really didn’t want anyone other than my husband. There had to be another solution.
Interesting particularly since I am having the same problem as Bill. What gets Bill off?