26 Feb One Wife’s Cancer Scare Makes Her Revolutionize Her Married Sex Life
How to Spice Up Your Marriage
This post originally appeared on my literary site, The Woman Formerly Known As Beautiful.
What I didn’t know at the time I wrote this was that my friend had just been diagnosed with skin cancer. Fortunately she’s cancer-free today, but that scare forced her to step out of her married sex box. Read on:
I met my friend Mistress Justine for lunch on Friday. That’s not her real name, but it should be. She and her husband, Raoul (also a pseudonym) have been married 15 years and the last time we spoke Justine admitted their sex life had stagnated. They’d just gone through a major house remodel, career remodels and are raising two high energy kids.
But as I looked up from my vegan menu I was blinded by the vision of a smoking, hot, sex Goddess walking through the door. She wore a white column dress, sky-high white pumps snapped closed with metal buckles and a black, leather corset peeking from her decolletage.
“What happened to you?” I asked Justine. Had she been to dominatrix school? Stripper school? What the heck was going on?
“You lost weight!” I accused.
She shrugged, “Maybe 15 pounds.”
Maybe 15 pounds? If I lost 15 pounds I’d take out an ad in the Enquirer. I’d tattoo it to my forehead. “How did you do it?” I breathed.
“Sex twice a day with Raoul.”
It was at this moment I thought I might have to ditch the friendship. Sex twice a day with your own husband?
In what universe does that happen?
Apparently it happens when a marital dry patch leaves you so parched that you consider sexting one of your colleagues.
Because you care about your marriage you go home and tell your husband you’re considering sexting one of your colleagues, which effectively gets his attention. Then this happens:
You Nair the hair off of his entire body. Yes. His entire body.
He Nairs the hair off of your entire body. You put a lock on your bedroom door so the kids can’t come in. You buy corsets instead of bras. He buys you a harness — yes, you read that correctly — a harness for your 46th birthday. You send photographs of the Anthony Weiner variety to each other throughout the day, all of which apparently leads to sex twice a day in real, not virtual, life.
I sat, mouth agape over my peach tea and bean-sprout burger, opposite Mistress Justine.
I thought I’d gone the extra mile by role-playing with my husband and by having the stay-at-home date when our kids had sleepovers. I thought pruning the lady garden was edgy. Apparently I’m the Pollyana of wife dominatrices.
I worried Mistress Justine and Raoul were swinging, thinking at this point anything might be possible. She emphatically said “no.” It wouldn’t work in her marriage and why would she want to do that when she has this?
She treated me to an Instagram of Raoul’s above-the-waist hairless torso. In return I bestowed the greatest compliment one married woman can give to another, “Raoul’s doable.”
“He is, isn’t he?” cooed Mistress Justine as if he were an adorable purse dog.
“Oh, Henry’s doable too!” she assured me.
“Yes, he is.” I agreed, somewhat mollified after her gratuitous display of marital, sexual satisfaction.
I bid Mistress Justine adieu and watched a phalanx of men’s heads turn in the wake of her pheromones. I quickly decided …
First order of business. Install a lock on our bedroom door. Second order of business — well, I’ll just keep that one to myself. But if you happen to see me in an equine store trying bits in my mouth just look the other way, people. Look the other way.
What do you do to incite adventurous sex with your spouse? (PG-13 and feel free to include poetry)
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