Speaking of odd behavior from my husband Roger, I noticed over the next couple weeks that he too had lost interest in sex. In fact looking back our sex life had been in a downward trend for some time. These last two weeks though Roger never made an attempt to do anything sexual with me.
I never really had a stellar libido, but like most women if Roger made efforts to "get me in the mood", I would gladly come along physically and mentally. As a woman I wanted the man to be the aggressor in my sex life anyway. But lately Roger never seemed to be in the mood.
One Firday night I got dressed up in a beautiful piece of lingerie I had bought a few months ago at Victorian Secret. I laid on the bed and waited for Roger to come in after he finished brushing his teeth before bed. When Roger saw me he smiled a loving smile, but I could tell something was off. As he made his foreplay efforts to get me ready he seemed to be going through the motions.
Then, much to my surprise Roger went down on me! Oral sex wasn't something he usually did on his own, but tonight he happily lapped at my womanhood, bringing me to several wonderful oorgasms as my vagina coated his face with my juices.
However, when the time came to "do it", for the first time in our marriage Roger "failed to perform". He simply couldn't get himself hard!
"Roger, what's wrong? Don't you find me attractive anymore?" I asked him with concern.
"Of course I think you're attractive, and I really appreciate all the effort you put in tonight. I don't get why I'm so you know."
"But Roger, this lack of drive from you has been going on for a couple months. I something going on with you?"
"No! Of course not it's just " as Roger said this he looked downward.
"Just WHAT?" I insisted.
"Well, at work there are all these people from Wells, right? Um not sure how to say this but, you know how the vaginal glands on their skin put out overdoses of women's pheromones and uhhhh other female odors?"
"Yes .and?" I said with a look at him that let him KNOW I was unhappy with where this is going.
"Well, after being around THAT all day long I can't, you know, "get in the mood" when I'm not at work. I spend all day at work trying to concentrate as I'm constantly horny, then when I'm home the lack of all that stimulus seems empty by comparison. I tried using your scents and juices to get me hard but, I guess I am so used to more stimuli now."
"Are you saying I'm not enough for you anymore?" I sobbed with a tear in my eye.
"NO! Susan. It's just, after my brain is getting soaked in THAT all day long, it's hard for me to think about sex when I come home too."
A part of me was mad, another part was understanding. Roger was forced to be around men and women who put out the scents and pheromones of ovulating females all day long. The male mind wasn't intended to have THAT much stimulus.
We had a lengthy discussion about how we were going to handle this. I had to agree with a point that he made, sex was so "in your face" now. Walking downtown or at the mall you would see signs of sexual transformations everywhere. There were guys with big tits, women with long cocks making outlines in their pants, people with genitalia on their faces, and of course all the people in Wells were oozing female secretions all the time.
Maybe we needed some time away from all this madness, a vacation to an unaffected area like the Caribbean where we could clear our systems, and reconnect again. We decided to book it for next month when our work schedules allowed us to both take two weeks off.
