My husband always asks if he can “try something else”. I actually never knew what he meant, since I was raised Puritan. It was even difficult for me to get wet the first few times we had sex out of sheer guilt. I’ve grown past that, of course, and we have a pretty healthy sex life.
I’m pretty vanilla, I guess, when it comes to pleasing my husband. I’m not very good at blow-jobs or anything like that. I enjoy consensual sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation, I guess I’m a freak like that.
But, it’s my 45th birthday. The kids have long moved out, our sex life is stagnant (at best), and I’m starting to feel that empty nest sex drive kick into high gear. As a surprise for him, and with nothing but hormones to blame, I decided to get breast implants for HIS birthday. I am an admirable C cup, but, after having a few kids, gravity has taken a toll.