Michael,
Your post is a salutary reminder to seize the moment. We may not only have one life, but we only have one life as the flesh and blood people we now are; and I can't count the number of times I've heard stories of those on their death beds regretting not what they did with their time but what they didn't do.
I've found these last three years very revealing, even though they've coincided with the oral drought. It's been like rolling a large, heavy stone from where it's always laid, and finding all manner of obscure truths hiding underneath.
The oral veto from my wife coincided with her general loss of interest in sex. I was patient, initially, because I put this down to the menopause; but then I laid it on the line concerning initiation and frequency. My wife agreed surprisingly wholeheartedly, and we addressed that problem and have solved it. However, although I felt completely justified in insisting she be more sexually active, and responsive, I haven't felt the same certainty about insisting that I decide what we actually do, sexually.
The unfortunate corollary of this has been twofold. One, there has been an increase in the amount of sex we enjoy, but a decrease in emotional contact during sex. Two, there has been a diminution of variety.
It is, as you say, "as if, as our marriage progressed, she became more like a man in her sexual responses and I more like a woman ..."
What I've realised, recently, is that I crave, sexually, not so much the fellatio and cunnilingus I don't have, but what those practices represent for me: passion, intensity, focus; and maybe most of all, intimacy.. When my wife and I engage in sex these days, although it might be much more frequently than before, and although it might be at any moment of the day, and in any place in the house or garden (all fantastic advances from the norm), there's still something lacking.
A couple of times, my wife has mentioned not wanting to 'lose control', sexually. It is as if she fears doing something she would later regret. Unfortunately, it's precisely that aspect of our lovemaking that I find so attractive, and miss so much. It's also what I imagine lies at the heart of the oral veto: my wife used to 'lose control' regularly, and during those times oral sex became something she was happy giving and receiving. When she came back to earth, she must have regretted this. As time went by, she has evidently decided 'staying on earth' feels a lot safer!
By 'loss of control' I don't mean everything goes out of the window; but I do remember reading a novel once which had a sex scene where the narrator, describing it, said he was so consumed with passion that if a stranger had come into the room with a knife and proceeded to plunge it into his back he would barely have noticed. It's that sense of both of us being utterly consumed by the occasion that seems to have gone missing; and every ploy I summon up fails to rekindle it.
The only sexual activity that instantly transports my wife from a 'butterfly' state of mind to a more animalistic engagement with the here and now, is intercourse. Anything that delays this is barely tolerated. So, a kiss and a cuddle that aren't going to lead to anything more are fine; and a kiss and a cuddle that are going to lead to more intense kissing and cuddling are fine, too, up to a point; but the reality of the more intense kissing and cuddling acts as a stimulus for her to either want penetration as soon as possible, or if that is out of the question, to wait until it is possible, rather than prolong the agony.
I say 'agony' because my wife gives every impression that time spent in a state of sexual excitement, even low grade sexual excitement, where she hasn't become properly aroused, that doesn't involve penetration, or near penetration, is not just wasted time, but painful for her to be engaged in.
For a short period, I suggested we make love without penetration, at all. For her, that fell outside the definition of lovemaking. She implied it was cruel of me to insist on it. So we tried delaying penetration for a fixed period of time; but she got bored with the wait. We tried Karezza - penetration but no orgasm, for either of us. That was enjoyable, but her desire was to sleep almost as soon as we had got started, whereas mine was to continue, and skirt around the edge of orgasm, for a while, which, again, she found 'painful'. We tried sensate focus, which frankly, we would have been better off employing on tailor's dummies.
I think it boils down to what we're willing to pay attention to and focus on. Everyone is different, in this respect. I've discussed the issue with my wife, and she agrees it's a problem. There are innumerable activities she engages in so wholeheartedly it is often difficult for me to get her attention. In many ways, I consider her my teacher in the art of 'living for the moment'. She can work in the garden, clean windows, cook, play with children, do Sudukos, with a commitment and an attentiveness and longevity that dissolves to nothing as soon as we engage in lovemaking. Too often, she asks if 'we're going to finish soon', when I feel as though we've barely started, or 'I'm tired', when I'm feeling on fire. It's as if, in her mind, with every one of her favoured occupations, she is saying, to herself, "just five minutes more", because she is enjoying it so much, whereas when making love, she is hearing herself say, "That's enough, now", very soon after starting.
The odd part of this is that she enjoys sex; she just doesn't seem to be able to enjoy it as much as she did, which was probably never as much as she could.
Bouledoux
Posted: 06 Oct 22:27