Slip sliding away...

I mentioned that my wife is slowing down on the sex front.

I remain hornier than a rabbit on Viagra but my wife has started on the old excuses of being tired or not in the mood. No shagging in front of the TV. No quickies on the dining room table. Fewer sensual moments in bed. More turning away from me when I try to kiss her.

Now, don't get me wrong. She is entitled to go at her own pace. Not everyone wants to fuck every day, two or three times a day. It's just that I do... I suppose that I could have a wank but "spanking the monkey" is far from satisfying. It scratches an itch but doesn't make it go away - I should know, I've done it enough in the past (Girl with a one track mind discusses this very well, BTW).

And worryingly, I've started again - "helping put Mr. Kleenex's kids through college". When my wife was sexually voracious, I had no interest in masturbation, pornography or escorts. So far, I've "cleaned the rifle" a few times (basically whenever I think I'll get the "not tonight" cold shoulder at home) and I've looked at a couple of "art films" when I've come home to find my wife asleep in bed.

"Don't knock masturbation -- it's sex with someone I love."
Woody Allen

What worries me is that there is a scale of escalation involved and what is next on the list...

"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy."
Steve Martin