The title describes my Friday afternoon and really, what more could you ask for? We’ve been married a while now and we’re not kids. We don’t have to have sex several times a day, or even several times a week. The truth is we have sex when we feel like it, and that’s really great.
Since we were hurt on our trip we haven’t pushed it – there was no rush, but finally the last remnants of scabs were gone from my leg and most from Nick’s knee. He’d seen his doctor about his shoulder and so Friday afternoon he found me, and swinging his arm in a spanking motion ask if I’d like to help him with a little therapy. I was happy to oblige.
I snuggled down on the bed as I heard him mention he’d hadn’t been able to give me his birthday spanking yet and then we quibbled a bit about his age. He seems much younger than the official number and I was willing to settle for the age he seems. He felt the true number was mandatory including one to grow on. He usually uses a different implement for each decade and that suits me fine, although despite Eva’s attraction to it, I’ve never been overly fond of the crop. I think his belt is still my favorite. His shoulder did give him a little pain, so he switched to his left had. He did fine with the birthday spanking and even remembered some cleaning issues he wanted to take up with me.
As the spanking came to an end the lovemaking began – as did the laughter. You might be surprised at how much your shoulders come into play during sex. Even when I offered to do some kneeling on the bed and just let him lay back it was a little awkward. My leg is still very tender and I needed to stick it our, again awkward and it began to cramp. We needed to change positions, changing in itself took some strategy. He couldn’t roll real well, I couldn’t get up on my knees so good. We found it was easier to get out of bed, turn around and start over.
I was very worried about his shoulder dislocating again. Nick and I have been watching a show called, “Sex sent me to the ER” where the real people explain what happened as the scene is being reenacted.
To tell the truth we had a hoot and accomplished everything we’d set out to do, but with much more laughter than normal. The laughter didn’t lessen any as Nick said, “You realize this is just going to get worse with artificial hips and knees.” I can’t call it romantic in the traditional sense, but really it was. And we’ve definitively decided that there will be no sex tape in our future, not that it was in question.
Why do I tell these tales on myself, for a couple of reason? Friends my age understand completely and they will laugh and know that they aren’t alone, and also for my younger blogging friends. I know some of you are in your twenties and thirties, and I know you’re having fun and not imagining the sex after fifty or sixty or seventy or… But it’s there and if you’re still with your best friend, it will always be wonderful.