A Journey of Sexual Awakening
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Alex, my husband of six years, was on the patio with his buddy, Mike. They had just finished playing golf and were sipping drinks under the shade of our umbrella. I had been working on my flower beds, just a couple of feet from the corner of the house, and overheard them. The patio was right around the corner.
Mike asked, “I didn’t want to bring it up in front of the guys, but have you had any luck getting Katie to loosen up yet?”
“Nah,” Alex sighed. “I keep dropping hints, but she either doesn’t get them or just ignores them.”
Hints? Loosening up? What were they talking about?
“Sorry, buddy,” Mike chuckled. “I’m lucky. I didn’t even have to say anything to Amanda. When our sex life slowed down, she took charge.”
“That’s awesome!” Alex replied. “Our sex life is on life support. I hope you don’t mind me saying, but Amanda is hot as hell.”
Amanda? Hot as hell? I’ve known Amanda since she married Mike. She’s about as sexy as a brick wall. She’s overweight, has zero fashion sense, and snorts when she laughs. What the hell is “hot as hell” about that?
Mike chuckled again. “Mind? Knowing other guys think she’s hot and want to bang her just makes it better. We talk about it, and it always leads to incredible sex.”
Amanda? Other guys think she’s hot? Who are these “other guys”?
Alex laughed. “Well, buddy, put my name on that list.”
What? Alex, my husband, thinks Amanda is hot? No way!
Confrontation and Realization
I was still fuming when Alex came in after his shower. I sat in the den with a martini.
“What’s for dinner?” he asked, oblivious to my mood.
“I’ve been working outside all day while you were out having fun. I’m having a drink now. Is that okay?”
He held up his hands in surrender. “Whoa! What’s got you all worked up? I just asked about dinner.”
“I’m not hungry. You know where the kitchen is, don’t you?”
Alex never learned not to push when I was in a bad mood. He poured himself a Scotch, added ice, and sat in his recliner. “Okay, I give. What did I do now?”
I pointed to his drink. “Pour me one of those, and I might tell you.”
He handed me his glass and poured himself another. I waited until he sat down. “So you want to fuck Amanda, huh?”
He looked like I had nailed his cock to the floor. I could almost see the gears turning in his head. When he was about to speak, I added, “She’s hot as hell! You’re on the list of men who want her. Am I misquoting? Did I misunderstand? Explain it to me.”
He sighed. “I guess this is as good a time as any to have this talk.”
“I’m listening,” I glared at him.
Alex is an alpha male and a damn good lawyer. He’s not used to losing or backing down.
“First, Amanda is hot, but not like you. She doesn’t have your looks, but she’s sexy in a way you’re not. The ‘wanting to fuck her’ part—it’s metaphorical. It’s a compliment. It doesn’t mean we literally want her.”
I didn’t relax as I let his explanation sink in. I finished my drink and went to the bar for another. While my back was turned, I pulled the dagger out of my heart: “sexy is as sexy does, and she’s got it all over you.” If it had been a real dagger, I might have stabbed him with it.
“Sexy is as sexy does, huh? What does Amanda do that’s so sexy?”
“For one thing, when you and the other wives aren’t around, she’s not shy about sharing dirty jokes.”
“ME and the other wives?” I asked venomously.
“You asked,” he said, pouring himself another drink.
I turned away to avoid looking at him, tempted to throw my drink in his face. I stared out the window. “So that’s it? She tells dirty jokes? I didn’t know that defined sexy.”
Then Alex surprised me. I expected him to list what made Amanda ‘hot as hell,’ but he didn’t. Instead, he asked, “Katie, are you happy with our sex life?”
“Our lives are…we’ve been…” I almost said other things took priority, but knew how bad that would sound. I bowed my head. “No.”
In a kinder voice, he said, “Maybe you should talk to Amanda.”
I nodded as tears ran down my cheeks.
A New Perspective
In bed that night, long after Alex had fallen asleep, I reflected on the past year. How often did he give me flowers for no reason? How many times did I find jewelry on my pillow? How often did he suggest date nights and encourage new outfits? Many times.
I never connected those gestures to sex—only love. How often did I pine for him to come home and fuck me silly? Not in two or three years. When was the last time I woke him with a blowjob? I couldn’t remember. How often did I dress sexy for him? I didn’t even have anything sexy left in my closet. For too long, I played the prim and proper wife.
I stayed in shape, working out three times a week, eating healthy, swimming, jogging, and power-walking. Why? Was it to impress him? Make him desire me? No, it was so his friends would see he had a classy wife—not sexy, just classy.
Damn! I hadn’t done anything to make myself desirable to him. I turned off sexy for classy. Before I fell asleep, a question burned in my mind: Are classy and sexy mutually exclusive?
Seeking Advice
“Want a drink?” I asked Amanda when I showed her into our den.
She laughed. “For this conversation? Absolutely!”
“I don’t remember what you like,” I admitted.
“Anything’s fine. Whatever you’re having.”
“Scotch on the rocks?” I offered.
“Perfect.” She jumped right in. “So, Mike filled me in, sort of.”
I decided to lay it all on the line. This was important to me and my marriage. “I overheard a conversation between our husbands. They say you’re ‘hot as hell’ and all the husbands want you, including mine. According to Alex, our sex life is ‘on life support.'”
“Is it? On life support, I mean?”
“I didn’t think so before, but yes, it is.”
“Okay, we have a starting point,” she said as I handed her a Scotch. “Harvey is a great catch. You are a beautiful woman, and though you hide it, you have a sexy body.”
“If you say so,” I said, embarrassed by the praise. Harvey had said the same, so maybe that’s how others saw me.
“I have one more question before we get into specifics.”
“Okay,” I said.
She looked me in the eyes. “Are we doing this for Alex or for you?”
“I want to save my marriage,” I answered.
She stared at me, then shook her head. “Katie, I know not all women are like me. I don’t just like sex; I LOVE it. I can’t imagine going two weeks without it. I do it for me—not Mike.”
I thought about her words. “When we were dating and the first couple of years of marriage, our sex life was fantastic. And then…” I shrugged. “I don’t know what happened.”
“You became domesticated,” she said.
“Both!” I answered her previous question.
“What?”
“It’s for both of us…me too.”
She smiled warmly. “Alrighty then. Now we can get started.”
Taking the Plunge
“Would you be a dear and bring me a martini?” I asked Alex, timing it just right to jump into the pool as he pulled into the garage. I was completely naked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, grinning widely.
He returned with my drink in a plastic glass. “How does it feel?”
I sipped the martini and grinned. “Sexy,” I said truthfully. “Why don’t you join me?”
He frowned. “I’d love to, but I have some calls to make. Can I have a rain check?”
“Of course,” I said, hiding my disappointment.
He nodded and turned to go inside. Then he stopped. I watched as he tossed his phone onto a lounge chair and began undressing. Naked, he turned to me and said, “Those calls can wait. I’m making myself a drink. I’ll be right back.”
We had owned our home for three years, but it was the first time either of us had been naked in the pool—and the first time we had sex in the pool. I made a mental note to thank Amanda.
A Newfound Passion
As Alex slipped into the pool, I felt a thrill run through me. The water was cool against my skin, but his touch was electric. We swam together, teasing and laughing, the tension between us building. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this alive.
We found a corner of the pool where the water was shallow, and I wrapped my legs around him. His eyes were filled with a hunger I hadn’t seen in years, and I felt a wave of desire crash over me. As he pulled me closer, I could feel every inch of his body against mine, igniting a passion that had long been dormant.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” he murmured against my ear.
I chuckled softly. “Sexy is as sexy does, right?”
Alex laughed, the sound low and throaty. “I’ve been a fool, Katie. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
The words sent a thrill through me. I pressed my body against him, savoring the moment as the water rippled around us. We kissed deeply, losing ourselves in each other, the rest of the world fading away. The cool water heightened every sensation, every touch.
When we finally pulled apart, I was breathless, my heart racing.
“We should have done this ages ago,” I said, smiling at him.
“Yeah, and we’re just getting started,” he replied, pulling me back into his arms.
Embracing a New Chapter
Later that evening, as we lay together wrapped in towels on the lounge chairs, I realized how much had changed in just a few short hours. Amanda’s advice had been eye-opening, and I was grateful for her candor.
“You okay?” Alex asked, brushing a damp strand of hair from my face.
“I’m more than okay,” I replied, gazing at him. “I feel like we’ve turned a corner.”
He nodded, his expression serious. “I never wanted you to think I didn’t love you, Katie. I just wanted us to be… closer.”
“I know,” I said, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I guess I needed to loosen up and let go a little.”
We lay there in the fading light, the sun dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. The air was warm, and the gentle sound of the water lapping against the pool was soothing.
“Let’s make a promise,” Alex said, breaking the silence.
“What kind of promise?” I asked, intrigued.
“That we won’t let things go stale again. That we’ll keep things exciting and never stop exploring together.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of renewed hope and excitement for our future. “I promise.”
A New Beginning
The next few weeks were a whirlwind of passion and exploration. We spent lazy afternoons together, trying new things and rediscovering old pleasures. I found myself embracing my sexuality in ways I hadn’t before, feeling more confident and alive.
I even found myself sharing jokes with Amanda, who had become something of a mentor in this new chapter of my life. She was right; sexy is as sexy does. It wasn’t just about the way you looked but how you carried yourself, how you embraced your desires and allowed yourself to feel.
Alex and I were more connected than ever, and our renewed intimacy spilled over into every aspect of our lives. We laughed more, talked more, and shared everything with each other. It was like we were dating all over again, and every day was filled with new discoveries.
Epilogue: A New Era of Intimacy
One evening, as we sat on the patio under the stars, Alex took my hand and kissed it gently. “Thank you for letting go, for trusting me, and for taking this journey with me.”
I smiled, squeezing his hand. “Thank you for being patient and for loving me even when I was too stubborn to see what was right in front of me.”
We sat in comfortable silence, the night air cool and the world around us peaceful. I knew we would face challenges, but I also knew we would face them together, stronger and more in love than ever before.
As I looked into Alex’s eyes, I realized that our journey was just beginning. The possibilities were endless, and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly free.
Conclusion: Embracing the Future
Our story is a reminder that relationships require work and attention, that passion can be reignited with a little effort and a willingness to be vulnerable. It’s about the journey of rediscovery, the joy of embracing intimacy, and the beauty of loving and being loved in return.
So here’s to new beginnings, to the journey of love and desire, and to never forgetting what it means to truly connect with the one you love. Because sexy isn’t just about looks; it’s about the fire that burns within, the courage to explore, and the joy of embracing every moment.
