One of the men to stand up in our wedding was my husband’s ex-roommate Mark. As the years passed we grew closer. He and his wife Sue were Godparents to our firstborn. We often visited in each other’s homes throughout the years. We would adjourn to the living room and they to the den to discuss our jobs, relationships and life in general.
During one particular visit, as we were gabbing, I mentioned I had told my husband I thought sex would be better if he lost weight (he was five feet ten inches tall and about two hundred sixty pounds). Sue thought on this a bit and said she really couldn’t say. She went on to explain she didn’t find sex fun. She found it not only uncomfortable but painful as well. She engaged in sex because as a dutiful wife it was expected. She would lie on the bed, hands clenched firmly at her sides, as he screwed her trying to block out the pain. She didn’t make a sound, except to winch occasionally. They had no children and probably never would. Now it was my turn to reflect.
That night as my husband and I lay in bed I related Mark’s dilemma to him. He was sympathetic to his plight but didn’t think it was his place to bring it up with Mark and I agreed. Lord knows Sue and I had never gotten along well, this would be a capper. Some weeks passed and Mark’s problem weighed heavy on my mind. Sue had been his first great love and the only girl he had ever been with. He loved her dearly and she was frigid. To top it off Mark believed he was at fault for having such carnal desires.
One evening after my husband and I engaged in intercourse I brought up the weight issue again. It occurred to me that Mark’s problem and mine might be mutually resolvable. If Mark (who was five feet eight inches tall and approximately one hundred and forty pounds) engaged in sex with me, I migh... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
