Chapter 1

Hi my name is Anita and my husband’s name is Prakash. I am 45 years old and my hubby is 52. We have been happily married for sixteen years with two teenage sons and we are an average middle class Indian family.

Our sex life has been very active and thrilling till a year ago when the sky fell on our heads. We used to copulate two to three times a week on an average and sometimes up to thrice a day on occasions.

Then my hubby suffered some critical illness and the doctors had to give him heavy doses of steroids and antibiotics to cure him. Then he came back home and eventually recovered fully.

Life was getting back to normal for all of us now. I had been starving for sex since four months now. So let me tell you, once in the bedroom I only wear a skimpy nighty and Prakash only wears his boxers.

After we got in bed, I looked at my hubby and ran my fingers feeling his chest hair. This was our way of signaling each other asking for sex. He understood my signal and turned facing me.

He placed his hand behind my head pulling my face towards his for a french kiss. We were doing this after such a long gap that we sucked the breath out of each other.

After the kiss I removed my nighty throwing it aside and he did the same with his boxers. Then he came over me and began kissing all my sensitive areas from my head till my toes.

I was instantly on fire because we were indulging in sex after such a long time. He went down on my tits with his hands and mouth driving me over the cliff with sexual ecstasy and an ever so long ago forgotten orgasm.

Then he went further down and began tongue fucking my navel which rapidly amplified my arousal. Then the moment his tongue touched my overly sensitive clit my next orgasm swept thru me.

After so long I felt like I was on the moon. My hubby did not stop and continued licking my secretions which were oozing out from my ever so starved cunt. Now it was time for me to go down on him and get him ready for our ultimate union.

This is when we got the shock of our lives because his cock was still flaccid. During earlier days, by the time we would get to this stage, he would be hard like a steel rod.

However, admonishing unnecessary thoughts, I began focusing on his cock by stroking with my hands and licking with my tongue. Even after a few minutes it remained the same but I did not give up.

Another ten minutes later still the same, no change ... I looked up at Prakash who was helplessly looking at me. Out of sheer fear I asked THE question “do you not find me attractive enough anymore darling”?

Prakash hurriedly pulled me into his arms and kissed me wildly. He said “darling what made you ever say such a big thing? Since the day I saw you, you have been the woman of my dreams and my life revolves around you only”.

I replied “yes I know darling but why is this not showing that” holding his limp cock in my hand still trying to stroke it to make it hard. He said “I honestly don’t have an answer dear. Today is the first time we are doing this since I fell sick and I am as clueless as you are. I am sorry to say but I have no sensations”.

I knew without doubt that he was telling the truth because sometimes when he comes back from work really tired and we are not able to have sex and he is very vocal about it and profusely apologizes every time.

But this depressing truth was now killing me from within. Despite all this, Prakash pushed me down on my back and got on top. He kissed me lovingly and said *don’t worry darling, even if I cannot get hard now, I will give you the orgasm you always enjoy when we made love earlier”.

His message was full of warmth and very soothing but the reality hit me harder. Prakash went down on me for much longer this time but I could not get aroused like before or have my “promised” orgasm.

I said “Prakash please stop. it is not helping. I am going to make some calls tomorrow and we will see a doctor to discuss this”. Prakash didn’t stop and I had to pull him up in a loving embrace to stop him.

I saw the unadulterated love for me in his eyes and that melted my heart. We both hugged each other like old times. He said “don’t worry dear, we will find a solution for this”.

We then slept forcibly like that only. My never ending positive attitude made me wake up early in the morning hoping to see if Prakash would have morning wood by the remotest of possibilities like he did earlier.